|The Rhyme Maker
Theme: Praising Wine
precious crock (Martin)
Field, an American poet and journalist, is best know for his
children's poetry, such as “Little Boy Blue” and “Wynken,
Blynken, and Nod”. In
Echoes From The Sabine Farm,
he translates some Odes of Horace in a paraphrastic style that
employ some delightful anachronisms, although always staying true to
the spirit and message of the original. This book was
posthumously by his brother, Roswell Martin Field, who also
contributed his own translations.
his translations of four odes of Horace, Eugene
contributes his own poetry to vintagewinepoems.com.
-S. H. Bass
comrade in the days when thou and I (Martin)
hold! 'Tis for Thracian madmen (Martin)
pomp of Persian feast (de Vere)
common Sabine wine (Martin)
Spring's companion, Thracian gales (Gladstone)
Than you, O valued friend of mine (Field)
Quintus Dellius (Field)
Women, and Song (Field)
Tributes to Horace:
On A Wine Of Horace's by Franklin P. Adams
A Jar Of Wine (Ode 3.21)
(65-8 bce), Roman poet
by Eugene Field (1850-1895), American poet
gracious jar, – my friend, my twin,
at the time when I was born, –
tomfoolery you inspire
animate with love's desire,
flame the soul with bitter scorn,
lull to sleep, O jar of mine!
from your place this festal day;
hither wends his way,
there's demand for wine!
is the sort of man
dotes on tedious argument.
advocate, his ponderous pate
full of Blackstone and of Kent;
not insensible is he,
genial Massic flood! to thee.
even Cato used to take
modest, surreptitious nip
meal-times for his stomach's sake,
to forfend la grippe.
dost thou melt the stoniest hearts,
bare the cruel knave's design;
through thy fascinating arts
discount Hope, O gracious wine!
passing rich the poor man feels
through his veins thy affluence steals.
prithee, make us frisk and sing,
plot full many a naughty plot
damsels fair – nor shall we care
school keeps or not!
whilst thy charms hold out to burn
shall not deign to go to bed,
we shall paint creation red;
fill, sweet wine, this friend of mine, –
lawyer friend, as aforesaid.
from Echoes From
The Sabine Farm (1899)
Echoes From The Sabine Farm (1899)
by Eugene Field & Roswell Martin Field
FREE E-BOOK from Project Gutenberg