{"id":7973,"date":"2022-02-25T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2022-02-25T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=7973"},"modified":"2022-02-25T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2022-02-25T06:00:00","slug":"ballade-of-the-sphinx","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/ballade-of-the-sphinx\/","title":{"rendered":"Ballade of the Sphinx"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><em>From <\/em><a href=\"https:\/\/chroniclingamerica.loc.gov\/lccn\/sn85038615\/1914-02-25\/ed-1\/seq-4\/\"><em>The Times Dispatch, February 25, 1914<\/em><\/a><em>. By Thomas Lomax Hunter.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Grim, inscrutable wise old Sphinx,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Halfway hid in the desert sands;<br>Could we know what it knows and thinks,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Understand as it understands,<br>The answer would be in our hands,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; That sages hint and seers foretell.<br>Knowing, but silent, there it stands\u2014<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; What is the riddle it keeps so well?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Grim, inscrutable, wise old Sphinx,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Old and wise when the world was young;<br>We are weary of nods and winks,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; And guesses from every witless tongue,<br>Merest crumbs to the starving flung.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Tell us something truly, tell<br>What was the song the Sirens sung?<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; What is the riddle you keep so well?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>What was the meaning of Memnon\u2019s hall?<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; What was hidden from mortal eyes<br>In Isis\u2019s temple behind the veil,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; To heed and hark our sacrifice?<br>What are all of the mysteries<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Within whose fearsome dark we dwell?<br>Why do the gods make no replies?<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; What is the riddle you keep so well?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Sphinx, inscrutable, scornful, wise,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; (Telling naught, for there is naught to tell)<br>Mysteries are but woven lies\u2014<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; This is the riddle you keep so well.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>From The Times Dispatch, February 25, 1914. By Thomas Lomax Hunter. Grim, inscrutable wise old Sphinx,&nbsp; &nbsp; Halfway hid in the desert sands;Could we know what it knows and thinks,&nbsp; &nbsp; Understand as it understands,The answer would be in our hands,&nbsp; &nbsp; That sages hint and seers foretell.Knowing, but silent, there it stands\u2014&nbsp; &nbsp; What [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,20],"tags":[291],"class_list":["post-7973","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-newspapers","category-the-times-dispatch","tag-thomas-lomax-hunter"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7973","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7973"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7973\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7973"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7973"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7973"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}