Oliver Wendell Holmes - Chanson Without MusicOliver Wendell Holmes - Chanson Without Music
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BY THE PROFESSOR EMERITUS OF DEAD AND LIVE LANGUAGES
PHI BETA KAPPA.--CAMBRIDGE, 1867
You bid me sing,--can I forget
The classic ode of days gone by,--
How belle Fifine and jeune Lisette
Exclaimed, "Anacreon, geron ei"?
"Regardez done," those ladies said,--
"You`re getting bald and wrinkled too
When summer`s roses all are shed,
Love `s nullum ite, voyez-vous!"
In vain ce brave Anacreon`s cry,
"Of Love alone my banjo sings"
(Erota mounon). "Etiam si,--
Eh b`en?" replied the saucy things,--
"Go find a maid whose hair is gray,
And strike your lyre,--we sha`n`t complain;
But parce nobis, s`il vous plait,--
Voila Adolphe! Voila Eugene!"
Ah, jeune Lisette! Ah, belle Fifine!
Anacreon`s lesson all must learn;
O kairos oxiis; Spring is green,
But Acer Hyems waits his turn
I hear you whispering from the dust,
"Tiens, mon cher, c`est toujours so,--
The brightest blade grows dim with rust,
The fairest meadow white with snow!"
You do not mean it! _Not_ encore?
Another string of playday rhymes?
You `ve heard me--nonne est?-before,
Multoties,-more than twenty times;
Non possum,--vraiment,--pas du tout,
I cannot! I am loath to shirk;
But who will listen if I do,
My memory makes such shocking work?
Ginosko. Scio. Yes, I `m told
Some ancients like my rusty lay,
As Grandpa Noah loved the old
Red-sandstone march of Jubal`s day.
I used to carol like the birds,
But time my wits has quite unfixed,
Et quoad verba,--for my words,--
Ciel! Eheu! Whe-ew!--how they`re mixed!
Mehercle! Zeu! Diable! how
My thoughts were dressed when I was young,
But tempus fugit! see them now
Half clad in rags of every tongue!
O philoi, fratres, chers amis
I dare not court the youthful Muse,
For fear her sharp response should be,
"Papa Anacreon, please excuse!"
Adieu! I `ve trod my annual track
How long!--let others count the miles,--
And peddled out my rhyming pack
To friends who always paid in smiles.
So, laissez-moi! some youthful wit
No doubt has wares he wants to show;
And I am asking, "Let me sit,"
Dum ille clamat, "Dos pou sto!"
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