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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535422" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Homer And Laertes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Laertes: Gods help thee! and restore to thee thy sight!<br>My good old guest, I am more old than thou,<br>Yet have outlived by many years my son<br>Odysseus and the chaste Penelope.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Homer: Hither I come to visit thee and sing<br>His wanderings and his wisdom, tho my voice<br>Be not the voice it was.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Laertes: First let us taste<br>My old sound wine, and break my bread less old,<br>But old enough for teeth like thine and mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Homer: So be it! I sing best when such good cheer<br>Refreshes me, and such a friend as thou.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Laertes: Far hast thou wandered since we met, and told<br>Strange stories. Wert thou not afraid some God<br>Or Goddess should have siez'd upon thy ear<br>For talking what thou toldest of their pranks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Homer: They often came about me while I slept<br>And brought me dreams, none painful, none profane;<br>They loved thy son, and for his sake loved me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Laertes: Apollo, I well know, was much thy friend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Homer: He did not treat me quite as Marsyas<br>Was treated by him: lest he should, I sang<br>His praise in my best chaunt: for Gods love praise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Laertes: Have they enricht thee? for I see thy cloak is ragged.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Homer: Ragged cloak is poet's garb.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Laertes: I have two better; one of them for thee.<br>Penelope, who died five years ago,<br>Spun it; her husband wore it only once<br>And but one year, the anniversary<br>Of their espousal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Homer: Wear it will I not,<br>But I will hang it on the brightest nail<br>Of the first temple where Apollo sits,<br>Golden-hair'd, in his glory.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Laertes: So thou shalt<br>If so it please thee: yet we first will quaff<br>The gift of Bakkos, for methinks his gifts<br>Are quite as welcome to the sons of song<br>And cheer them oftener.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Girl enters.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Maiden! come thou nigh<br>And sit thee down, and thou shalt hear a song<br>After a while which Gods may listen to;<br>But place the flask upon the board and wait<br>Until the stranger hath allaid his thirst,<br>For poets, grasshoppers, and nightingales<br>Sing cheerily but when the throat is moist.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Homer: I sang to maidens in my prime; again<br>(But not before the morrow) will I sing:<br>Let me repose this noontide, since in sooth<br>Wine, a sweet remedy for weariness,<br>Helps to uplift its burden.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Laertes: Lie then down<br>Along you mat bestrown with rosemary.<br>And, Agatha, do thou bring speedily<br>The two large ewers, and fill brimfull the bath<br>Capacious; that of brass; Penelope's<br>Own bath, wherein she laught to see her boy<br>Paddle, like cygnet with its broad black oars,<br>Nor shunn'd the chilly water he threw up<br>Against her face . . he who grew soon so sage!<br>Then do thou, maiden, from hot cauldron pour<br>Enough to make it soothing to the feet;<br>After, bring store of rushes, and long leaves<br>Of cane sweet-smelling, from the inland bank<br>Of that famed river far across the sea<br>Opposite, to our eyes invisible.<br>Be sure thou smoothen with both hands his couch<br>Who has the power to make both young and old<br>Live throughout ages.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Agatha: And look well throughout?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Laertes: Aye, aye, and better than they lookt before.<br>May thou rest well, old wanderer! Even the Gods<br>Repose, the Sun himself sinks down to rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Walter+Savage+Landor">Walter Savage Landor</a><div class=q>
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My good old guest, I am more old than thou,
Yet have outlived by many years my son
Odysseus and the chaste Penelope.

Homer: Hither I come to visit thee and sing
His wanderings and his wisdom..."></div>
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