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These gentlemen have two clubs in our quarter for the butlers at the "Indiaman," and for the gents in livery at the "Pocklington Arms" of either of which societies I should like to be a member. I am sure they could not be so dull as our club at the "Poluphloisboio," where one meets the same neat, clean, respectable old fogies every day.
It was nicer even than playing the Hungarian March. She thought it was funny that the lines like Pope's Iliad came easiest, though they had to rhyme. "Silent he wandered by the sounding sea," was good, but the Greek line that Mark showed her went: "Be d'akeon para thina poluphloisboio thalasses"; that was better. "Don't you think so, Mark?" "Clever Minx. Much better."
The 'Union Jack, the 'Sash and Marlin-spike' Military Clubs. 'The True Blue, the 'No Surrender, the 'Blue and Buff, the 'Guy Fawkes, and the 'Cato Street' Political Clubs. 'The Brummel' and the 'Regent' Dandy Clubs. The 'Acropolis, the 'Palladium, the 'Areopagus, the 'Pnyx' the 'Pentelicus, the 'Ilissus' and the 'Poluphloisboio Thalasses' Literary Clubs.
'Dear Signor Lorenzo, who is this? asked the Princess. 'That, said the painter, 'that, Madam, is the portrait of my august young master, his Royal Highness Bulbo, Crown Prince of Crim Tartary, Duke of Acroceraunia, Marquis of Poluphloisboio, and Knight Grand Cross of the Order of the Pumpkin.
"Dear Signor Lorenzo, who is this?" asked the Princess. "That," said the painter, "that, Madam, is the portrait of my august young master, his Royal Highness Bulbo, Crown Prince of Crim Tartary, Duke of Acroceraunia, Marquis of Poluphloisboio, and Knight Grand Cross of the Order of the Pumpkin.
Yes, my pretty one, what is the Unintelligible but the Ideal? what is the Ideal but the Beautiful? what the Beautiful but the Eternal? And the Spirit of Man that would commune with these is like Him who wanders by the thina poluphloisboio thalasses, and shrinks awe-struck before that Azure Mystery." Emily's eyes filled with fresh-gushing dew. "Speak on, speak ever thus, my George," she exclaimed.
Which pronunciation do you prefer for his often-recurring and famous sea-epithet: the thunder-on-the-precipices of poluphloisboio thalasses, or the lisping-on-the-sands of poluphleesbeeo thalassace? For truly there are advocates of either; but neither I suppose would have appealed much to Mr. Pope.
"Be dakeon para Thina poluphloisboio Thalassaes," murmured the angel, for they walked by the sea, "and can you destroy that too?" And the worm paled in his anger to a greyness ill to behold, for for three thousand years he had tried to destroy that line and still its melody was ringing in his head. The poet came unto a great country in which there were no songs.
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