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Copyright © 2015 by Rudyard Kipling
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The Muse Among the Motors
Sepulchral
Arterial
Carmen Circulare
The Advertisement
The Justice’s Tale
The Consolations of Memory
The Four Points
To a Lady, Persuading Her to a Car
The Progress of the Spark
The Braggart
When the Journey Was Intended to the City
To Motorists
The Tour
The Idiot Boy
The Landau
Contradictions
Fastness
The Beginner
Lady Geraldine’s Hardship
The Bother
The Dying Chauffeur
The Inventor
The Ballad of the Cars
A Child’s Garden
The Moral
The Marrèd Drives of Windsor
PREFACE BY SAMUEL JOHNSON
ACT I
ACT II
ACT III
From the Greek Anthologies
SWIFTER than aught ’neath the sun the car of Simonides moved him.
Two things he could not out-run — Death and a Woman who loved him.
Early Chinese
I
FROST upon small rain — the ebony-lacquered avenue
Reflecting lamps as a pool shows goldfish.
The sight suddenly emptied out of the young man’s eyes
Entering upon it sideways.
II
In youth, by hazard, I killed an old man.
In age I maimed a little child.
Dead leaves under foot reproach not:
But the lop-sided cherry-branch — whenever the sun rises,
How black a shadow!
Q. H. Flaccus
DELLIUS, that car which, night and day,
Lightnings and thunders arm and scourge —
Tumultuous down the Appian Way —
Be slow to urge.
Though reckless Lydia bid thee fly,
And Telephus o’ertaking jeer,
Nay, sit and strongly occupy
The lower gear.
They call, the road consenting, “Haste!”—
Such as delight in dust collected —
Until arrives (I too have raced! )
The unexpected.
What ox not doomed to die alone,
Or inauspicious hound, may bring
Thee ’twixt two kisses to the throne
Of Hades’ King,
I cannot tell; the Furies send
No warning ere their bolts arrive.
’Tis best to reach our chosen end
Late but alive.
In the Manner of the Earlier English
WHETHER to wend through straight streets strictly,
Trimly by towns perfectly paved;
Or after office, as fitteth thy fancy,
Faring with friends far among fields;
There is none other equal in action,
Sith she is silent, nimble, unnoisome,
Lordly of leather, gaudily gilded,
Burgeoning brightly in a brass bonnet,
Certain to steer well between wains.
Chaucer
WITH them there rode a lustie Engineere
Wel skilled to handel everich waie her geere,
Hee was soe wise ne man colde showe him naught
And out of Paris was hys learnynge brought.
Frontlings mid brazen wheeles and wandes he sat,
And on hys heade he bare an leathern hat.
Hee was soe certaine of his governance,
That, by the Road, he tooke everie chaunce.
For simple people and for lordlings eke
Hee wolde not bate a del but onlie squeeke
Behinde their backés on an horné hie
Until they crope into a piggestie.
He was more wood than bull in china-shoppe,
And yet for cowes and doggés wolde hee stop,
Not out of Marcie but for Preudence-sake —
Than hys dependaunce ever was hys brake.
Circa 1904
Done out of Boethius by Geoffrey Chaucer