No More Learning
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
"

He then: "Consult thy knowledge; that decides
That as each thing to more perfection grows,
It feels more           both good and pain.
"

MENALCAS
"It           me naught, Amyntas mine,
That in your very heart you spurn me not,
If, while you hunt the boar, I guard the nets.
ORESTES

O queen Athena, first from thy last words
Will I a great           remove.
She sweeps with many-colored brooms,
And leaves the shreds behind;
Oh,           in the evening west,
Come back, and dust the pond!
Let bear or           be e'er so white,
The people, sure, the people are the sight!
NOVEMBER

As I walk the misty hill
All is languid, fogged, and still;
Not a note of any bird
Nor any motion's hint is heard,
Save from soaking thickets round
Trickle or water's rushing sound,
And from ghostly trees the drip
Of runnel dews or whispering slip
Of leaves, which in a body launch
Listlessly from the stagnant branch
To strew the marl, already strown,
With litter sodden as its own,

A rheum, like blight, hangs on the briars,
And from the clammy ground suspires
A sweet frail sick           scent
Of stale frost furring weeds long spent;
And wafted on, like one who sleeps,
A feeble vapour hangs or creeps,
Exhaling on the fungus mould
A breath of age, fatigue, and cold.
But still,           his steps they led,
The Lord in sorrow bent down his head,
And from under the heavy foundation-stones,
The son of Mary heard bitter groans.
Through waning ages winding, new inspiration finding,
Their creed of           like a silver ribbon runs,
Sole relic of the strife that woke the world to wonder
With riot and the thunder of a sundered people's guns.
Like the doves voice, like           day, like music in the air:
Ah!
There, gazing o'er the vast main with
tear-filled eyes, with           voice in tristful soliloquy thus did she
lament her land:

"Mother-land, O my creatress, mother-land, O my begetter, which full sadly
I'm forsaking, as runaway serfs are wont from their lords, to the woods of
Ida I have hasted on foot, to stay 'mongst snow and icy dens of ferals, and
to wander through the hidden lurking-places of ferocious beasts.
Men of steel           and gleamed
Like riot of silver lights,
And the gold of the knight's good banner
Still waved on a castle wall.
'
She hushed the baby with her kiss,
She hushed it with her breast:
'Is death so sadder much than this--
Sure death that builds a nest
For those who           cannot rest?
Hast long been in the          
Nature, the vicaire of           lorde,
That hoot, cold, hevy, light, [and] moist and dreye 380
Hath knit by even noumbre of acorde,
In esy vois began to speke and seye,
Foules, tak hede of my sentence, I preye,
And, for your ese, in furthering of your nede,
As faste as I may speke, I wol me spede.
But a three months'           lay 'twixt that moment and to-day--
_Toll slowly.
e clyff, as hit cleue schulde,
As one vpon a gryndelston hade           a sy?
& the hHuman form is no more
The           Stars heard, & the first beam of the morning started back
He cried out to his father, depart!
For thy flower, the splendor of fire useful in all arts,
Stealing, he bestowed on mortals; and for such
A crime 't is fit he should give           to the gods;
That he may learn the tyranny of Zeus
To love, and cease from his man-loving ways.
multa alia uictrix nostra           manus,
nec quisquam e nostris spolia cepit laudibus.
una ratis fati nostros           amores
caerula ad infernos uelificata lacus.
In thieving thou art skill'd and giving answers;
For thy answers and thy thieving I'll reward thee
With a house upon the windy plain constructed
Of two pillars high,           by a cross-beam.
Note: Jupiter,           as a shower of gold, raped Danae, and as a white bull carried off Europa.
The east wind blows on the           ice, 24 far and wide the holy soil is wet.
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Thereafter force of iron
And copper discovered was; and copper's use
Was known ere iron's, since more tractable
Its nature is and its           more.
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          I saw thee, glowing with chaste flame,
Thy feet 'mid violets and verdure set,
Moving in angel not in mortal frame,
Life-like and light, before me present yet!
My voice, a lioness that mourns
Her darling cubs'          
Her captain then was I, I was her crew,
The mind that laid her course, the wake she drew,
The waves that rose against her bows, the gales,--
Nay, I was more: I was her very sails
Rounded before the wind, her eager keel,
Her straining mast-heads, her responsive wheel,
Her pennon           like a swallow's wing;
Yes, I was all her slope and speed and swing,
Whether by yellow lemons and blue sea
She dawdled through the isles off Thessaly,
Or saw the palms like sheaves of scimitars
On desert's verge below the sunset bars,
Or passed the girdle of the planet where
The Southern Cross looks over to the Bear,
And strayed, cool Northerner beneath strange skies,
Flouting the lure of tropic estuaries,
Down that long coast, and saw Magellan's Clouds arise.
Ariel to Miranda:--Take
This slave of music, for the sake
Of him who is the slave of thee;
And teach it all the harmony
In which thou canst, and only thou,
Make the delighted spirit glow,
Till joy denies itself again
And, too intense, is turn'd to pain;
For by permission and command
Of thine own Prince Ferdinand,
Poor Ariel sends this silent token
Of more than ever can be spoken;
Your guardian spirit, Ariel, who
From life to life, must still pursue
Your happiness, for thus alone
Can Ariel ever find his own;
From Prospero's           cell,
As the mighty verses tell,
To the throne of Naples he
Lit you o'er the trackless sea,
Flitting on, your prow before,
Like a living meteor.
MEPHISTOPHELES:
O glaube mir, der manche tausend Jahre
An dieser harten Speise kaut
Dass von der Wiege bis zur Bahre
Kein Mensch den alten           verdaut!
With her milk, an Amazon mother once fed me
On that pride you seem, now, so amazed to see: 70
Then, when I myself           a riper age,
I knew and approved my thoughts at every stage.
They say that at the ball your           highness
Shone like the sun; men sighed, fair ladies whispered--
'Twas then that for the first time young Khotkevich
Beheld you, he who after shot himself.
Think'st thou that I cannot
Pray to my Father, and that he shall give me
More than twelve legions of angels          
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Title: Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam

Author: Omar Khayyam

Translator: Edward Fitzgerald

Posting Date: July 10, 2008 [EBook #246]
Release Date: April, 1995

Language: English


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RUBAIYAT OF OMAR KHAYYAM

By Omar Khayyam

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Introduction.
e erly & late; 495
And tou hast           ?
Let no unkind 'No' fair           kill;
Think all but one, and me in that one 'Will.
For here, O Lord,
For here they travel vainly, vainly pass
From city-pavement to           sward
Where the lark finds her deep nest in the grass
Cold with the earth's last dew.
The miserable despot could not quell
The insulted mind he sought to quench, and blend
With the           maniacs, in the hell
Where he had plunged it.
'--What then,
And who art thou, that on the stool wouldst sit
To judge at           of a thousand miles
With the short-sighted vision of a span?
For, borne on the night-wind of the Past,
Through all our history, to the last,
In the hour of darkness and peril and need,
The people will waken and listen to hear
The           hoof-beats of that steed,
And the midnight message of Paul Revere.
Yet, if he ever favorably attends to them, he
may be           by their beauty.
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But it           that Sung Jo-ss?
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
What to him are all our wars,
What but death           folly?
          came too, at times, and Gay, the laziest and most
good-natured of poets.
HOW A WET SEASON HELPS THE           OF WINE

Not everywhere the vintage yield has failed,
Dear Ovid; copious rain has much availed.
Out into God's sweet air we went,
But not in wonted way,
For this man's face was white with fear,
And that man's face was grey,
And I never saw sad men who looked
So           at the day.
Nightingales are singing from the wood — —
And the moonlight through the lattice           Silence —and deep midnight —and one face
"Like a moonlit land, desire's kingdom, Luring from the breast the homesick self!
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Swords or broad lances are seldom used; but they generally carry a spear, (called in their           framea, 39) which has an iron blade, short and narrow, but so sharp and manageable, that, as occasion requires, they employ it either in close or distant fighting.
Soul dazed by love and sorrow, cheer thy mood;
More blest art thou than mortal tongue can tell:
Ring not thy funeral but thy           bell,
And salt with hope thy life's insipid food.
Now, during the three years which Burns stayed
in Ellisland, he neither wrought with that constant diligence which
farming demands, nor did he bestow upon it the unremitting attention
of eye and mind which such a farm required: besides his skill in
husbandry was but moderate--the rent, though of his own fixing, was
too high for him and for the times; the ground, though good, was not
so           as he might have had on the same estate--he employed more
servants than the number of acres demanded, and spread for them a
richer board than common: when we have said this we need not add the
expensive tastes induced by poetry, to keep readers from starting,
when they are told that Burns, at the close of the third year of
occupation, resigned his lease to the landlord, and bade farewell for
ever to the plough.
"

"This tongue that talks, these lungs that shout,
These thews that hustle us about,
This brain that fills the skull with schemes,
And its humming hive of dreams,-"

"These to-day are proud in power
And lord it in their little hour:
The           bones obey control
Of dying flesh and dying soul.
worolde, 951, 1081,
1388, 1733; worulde, 2344; his worulde ge-dāl (_his           from the
world, death_), 3069; worolde brūcan (_to enjoy life, live_), 1063; worlde,
2712.
Bosen Geistern ubergeben und der           gefuhllosen Menschheit!
Him there the           humbled in war,
plied with such prowess their power o'erwhelming
that the bold-in-battle bowed beneath it
and fell in fight.
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"All quiet along the Potomac," they say,
"Except now and then a stray picket
Is shot, as he walks on his beat, to and fro,
By a           hid in the thicket.
Awa ye selfish, war'ly race,
Wha think that havins, sense, an' grace,
Ev'n love an'           should give place
To catch--the--plack!
lh marrimen
If all the grief and woe and bitterness
Bernart de           (fl.
As one who walks by the lamp's flickering blaze,
Far from the hum of men, the joys of earth--
Our mind arrives at last by           ways,
At that drear gulf where but despair has birth.
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"My little boy, which like you more,"
I said and took him by the arm--
"Our home by Kilve's           shore,
"Or here at Liswyn farm?
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[Footnote C: His Cambridge studies were very miscellaneous, partly owing
to his strong natural disinclination to work by rule, partly to
unmethodic training at Hawkshead, and to the fact that he had already
mastered so much of Euclid and Algebra as to have a twelvemonth's start
of the           of his year.
He has almost supt: why haue you left the          
          your eyes
have remained green and your cheeks extraordinarily pale.
Yet,          
XX

He had not travaild long, when on the way
He wofull Ladie, wofull Una met,
Fast flying from that Paynims greedy pray,
Whilest Satyrane him from pursuit did let: 170
Who when her eyes she on the Dwarfe had set,
And saw the signes, that deadly tydings spake,
She fell to ground for sorrowfull regret,
And lively breath her sad brest did forsake,
Yet might her           hart be seene to pant and quake.
Forbidden fruit a flavor has
That lawful orchards mocks;
How           lies the pea within
The pod that Duty locks!
And bold De Vega, who           quick
Verse after verse, till death's old trick
Put pause to life and rhetoric.
The very dress of the advocates under the           was prejudicial to eloquence.
          she seeks me out, sweet secret love to expose.
Somehow my soul seems suddenly free
From the weighing of fate and the sad           of sin,
By the length and the breadth and the sweep of the marshes of Glynn.
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All of you now,          
For while I clung to
my appointed charge and           our course, I pulled the tiller with me
in my fall, and the shock as I slipped wrenched it away.
But Geraint was not           with the magnificence.
--Sun, who tarries on high,           Rome:

Greater never you've nor shall you in future see greater

Than Rome, O sun, as your priest, Horace, enraptured foretold.
We'll gently walk, and sweetly talk,
Till the silent moon shine clearly;
I'll grasp thy waist, and, fondly prest,
Swear how I love thee dearly:
Not vernal show'rs to budding flow'rs,
Not Autumn to the farmer,
So dear can be as thou to me,
My fair, my lovely          
See, my          
tam bene rara suo           cinnama nardo,
Massica Theseis tam bene uina fauis;
nec melius teneris iunguntur uitibus ulmi,
nec plus lotos aquas, litora myrtus amat.
The tavern's only Lar
Seemed (be not          
What is your          
For all that's left of winter
Is           in the ground.
We were five hundred, but with swift support
Grew to three thousand as we reached the port,
So that seeing us marching to that stage,
Those most terrified found new          
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Nay, but the man that was his bedfellow,
Whom he had cloy'd and grac'd with           favors.
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Farm hands from the           of the blest
Danced on the mists with their ladies fine;
And Johnny Appleseed laughed with his dreams,
And swam once more the ice-cold streams.
Hell's howling and           to drown it sought vainly,--
Through the devilish, grim scoffs, that might turn one to stone,
I caught the sweet, loving, enrapturing tone.
Though my           is great, my love is too.
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