Books are so much more interesting than the internet. Lunchtime, so I’m working ahead on the Daily Readings and on December 1st I ran into Pindar. That’s not quite right. I bumped into Thomas Gray’s Pindaric Ode, “The Progress of Posey,” which isn’t quite the same as running into Pindar himself, but close.
So I start searching around. Gray wrote two Pindaric Odes, the other being “The Bard.” He considered them his best work. Mostly, though, it seems that–at least as a first pass–the internet wants to talk about “Elegy.” (Britannica is the exception but I don’t have a subscription.)
What’s a body to do?
When I skimmed the introduction to Sir John Lubbock’s Hundred Books 70: The Poetical Works of Thomas Gray and An Essay on Criticism, The Rape of the Lock, and An Essay on Man by Alexander Pope (1894) I knew I’d find everything I’d hope to find and more.
This is too lovely not to share.
They just don’t make ’em like that anymore, do they?