Life and Letters of Joel Barlow, LL.D., Poet, Statesman, Philosopher: With Extracts from His Works and Hitherto Unpublished PoemsG.P. Putnam's Sons, 1886 - 306 էջ |
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Էջ 102 - No carving to be done, no knife to grate The tender ear and wound the stony plate ; But the smooth spoon, just fitted to the lip, And taught with art the yielding mass to dip, By frequent journeys to the bowl well stored, Performs the hasty honors of the board.
Էջ 5 - Go, Rose, my Chloe's bosom grace ; How happy should I prove, Might I supply that envied place With never-fading love ! There, Phoenix-like, beneath her eye, Involved in fragrance, burn and die. Know, hapless flower ! that thou shalt find More fragrant roses there : I see thy withering head reclined With envy and despair ! One common fate we both must prove ; You die with envy, I with love.
Էջ 108 - tis no deadly sin: — Like the free Frenchman, from your joyous chin Suspend the ready napkin; or, like me, Poise with one hand your bowl upon your knee; Just in the zenith your wise head project, Your full spoon, rising in a line direct, Bold as a bucket, heed no drops that fall, The wide-mouthed bowl will surely catch them all!
Էջ 106 - So the vexed cauldron rages, roars, and boils. First with clean salt she seasons well the food, Then strews the flour and thickens all the flood. Long o'er the simmering fire she lets it stand — To stir it well demands a stronger hand : The husband takes his turn, and round and round The ladle flies ; at last...
Էջ 103 - To mix the food by vicious rules of art, To kill the stomach and to sink the heart, To make mankind to social virtue sour, Cram o'er each...
Էջ 104 - E'er yet the sun the seat of Cancer gains; But when his fiercest fires emblaze the land, Then start the juices, then the roots expand; Then, like a column of Corinthian...
Էջ 100 - Through wrecks of time thy lineage and thy race ; Declare what lovely squaw, in days of yore (Ere great Columbus sought thy native shore), First gave thee to the world ; her works of fame Have...
Էջ 107 - I should always choose; To this in future I confine my muse, Till she in haste some further hints unfold, Well for the young, nor useless to the old. First in your bowl the milk abundant take, Then drop with care along the silver lake Your flakes of pudding; these at first will hide Their little...
Էջ 101 - E'en in thy native regions, how I blush To hear the Pennsylvanians call thee Mush! On Hudson's banks, while men of Belgic spawn Insult and eat thee by the name Suppawn, All spurious appellations, void of truth ; I've better known thee from my earliest youth : Thy name is Hasty-Pudding!
Էջ 102 - Though nursed on pudding, claim a kin to mine ? Sure the sweet song I fashion to thy praise Runs more melodious than the notes they raise. My song, resounding in its grateful glee, No merit claims; I praise myself in thee. My father loved thee through his length of days! For thee his fields were shaded o'er with maize; From thee what health, what vigor he possessed, Ten sturdy freemen from his loins attest; Thy constellation ruled my natal morn, And all my bones were made of Indian corn.