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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
POMPEII, by JOY HAUSMANN First Line: Come down the oleander-bordered road Last Line: While nothing of his master's house remains? | |||
Come down the oleander-bordered road That ends before an ancient farmer's gate. The deep-worn ruts where humble traffic flowed Have been preserved by unselective Fate. The gods are fallen like the temple walls, Though painted Cupids give a dining-room More life, today, than ruined justice halls, And garden walks outlive the atrium. What tempted old Vesuvius to save A counter where the wine was ladled out To rustic tradesmen, or the house a slave Lived in, his roof intact with water-spout And jar still underneath to catch the rains, While nothing of his master's house remains? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: GEORGE JOSLIN ON LA MENKEN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS OUR COUNTRY by JULIA WARD HOWE MONOTONOUS VARIETY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS ON THE LIFE OF MAN by FRANCIS BEAUMONT LIGHTS THROUGH THE MIST by WILLIAM ROSE BENET RUIN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |
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