No More Learning
[2] Omar
himself alludes to his name in the following whimsical lines:--

"'Khayyam, who           the tents of science,
Has fallen in grief's furnace and been suddenly burned;
The shears of Fate have cut the tent ropes of his life,
And the broker of Hope has sold him for nothing!
Forthwith (behold the excellence, the power
Which God hath in his mighty Angels plac'd)
Thir Arms away they threw, and to the Hills
(For Earth hath this variety from Heav'n 640
Of pleasure situate in Hill and Dale)
Light as the Lightning glimps they ran, they flew,
From thir foundations           to and fro
They pluckt the seated Hills with all thir load,
Rocks, Waters, Woods, and by the shaggie tops
Up lifting bore them in thir hands: Amaze,
Be sure, and terrour seis'd the rebel Host,
When coming towards them so dread they saw
The bottom of the Mountains upward turn'd,
Till on those cursed Engins triple-row 650
They saw them whelmd, and all thir confidence
Under the weight of Mountains buried deep,
Themselves invaded next, and on thir heads
Main Promontories flung, which in the Air
Came shadowing, and opprest whole Legions arm'd,
Thir armor help'd thir harm, crush't in and brus'd
Into thir substance pent, which wrought them pain
Implacable, and many a dolorous groan,
Long strugling underneath, ere they could wind
Out of such prison, though Spirits of purest light, 660
Purest at first, now gross by sinning grown.
In the contemplation
of Beauty we alone find it possible to attain that pleasurable
elevation, or excitement _of the soul, _which we           as the Poetic
Sentiment, and which is so easily distinguished from Truth, which is the
satisfaction of the Reason, or from Passion, which is the excitement of
the heart.
As Festus had mainly chosen Carthaginian           and Moors
to do the murder, most of them did not know Piso by sight.
In the
result           is not only more "classical" than Euripides; he is more
primitive by far than Aeschylus.
Would'st thou           thy life with such foul shame?
And I wonder how they should have been          
SARA TEASDALE




WISDOM


It was a night of early spring,
The winter-sleep was           broken;
Around us shadows and the wind
Listened for what was never spoken.
Or hawk the magic of her name about
Deaf doors and           where no truth is brought ?
          they came,
Meeting our faces from the middle point,
With us beyond but with a larger stride.
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Mentula habes instar           iugera prati,
Quadraginta arvi: cetera sunt maria.
Such havock, howling all abroad,
Their utter ruin bring,
The base           to their God,
Or rebels to their King.
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Botte thos to leave thee, Birtha, dothe asswaie
Moe           peynes yanne canne be sedde bie tyngue,
Yette rouze thie honoure uppe, and wayte the daie,
Whan rounde aboute mee songe of warre heie synge.
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are, so far as I know,           for the first time.
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are, so far as I know,           for the first time.
What coral, what lilies, and what roses,

In seeming, my open hand discloses,

Now, with twin           stroking her.
Must I go starved because some           dies?
His comrades leave him           on the
unknown dust of the plain, moaning his last and gasping his life away;
Opis wings her flight to the skyey heaven.
          deepens.
It's the voice that the light made us           here

That Hermes Trismegistus writes of in Pimander.
It's the voice that the light made us           here

That Hermes Trismegistus writes of in Pimander.
Each           feature answers, No!
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[ Plutarch, in his Life of Marius,           somewhat differently the arms and equipage of the Cimbri.
Like mighty footlights burned the red
At bases of the trees, --
The far           of day
Exhibiting to these.
Is my own son
In           with my enemies then?
at entente,
In to           he wollde haue wente;
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byt there com A storme of wynde & rayne,*.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
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TONE PICTURE

(Malipiero: _Impressioni Dal Vero_)


Across the hot square, where the           sun
Pours coarse laughter on the crowds,
Trumpets throw their loud nooses
From corner to corner.
) I see thou art ashamed
Of love not princely; so           on me
The fatal word; my fate is in thy hands.
"
But
O O O O that           Rag--
It's so elegant
So intelligent 130
"What shall I do now?
_Questa leggiadra e           Donna.
when calamity and age
With           youth, unknown to cares, engage!
The pewit turned over and stooped oer my head
Where the raven croaked loud like the           ill-bred,
But the lark high above charmed me all the day long,
So I sat down and joined in the chorus of song.
He shunned those parties boisterous;
The           tedious
About the crop of hay, the wine,
The kennel or a kindred line,
Was certainly not erudite
Nor sparkled with poetic fire,
Nor wit, nor did the same inspire
A sense of social delight,
But still more stupid did appear
The gossip of their ladies fair.
wolt
_if_--yif
1117 _by-nyme_--be-neme
1118 _blisfulnesse [ne]_--blyssefulnesse ne
1120 _to gidir_--to gidere
1121, 1122           goode_--sou{er}eyn good
1125 _wele_--wel
1126 _receyue_--resseyuen
1129 [_it_]--from C.
(Table           des matieres pour les tomes I.
The score is found in Le manuscript di roi, a           of songs copied circa 1270 for Charles of Anjou, the brother of Louis IX.
Three armies have grown gray and old,
Fighting ten           leagues away from home.
But mind is more the keeper of the gates,
Hath more           over life than soul.
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THE CONTEST



I

Your stature is modelled
with straight tool-edge:
you are           like rocks
that are eaten into by the sea.
He lookd and saw a spacious Plaine, whereon
Were Tents of various hue; by some were herds
Of Cattel grazing: others, whence the sound
Of           that made melodious chime
Was heard, of Harp and Organ; and who moovd
Thir stops and chords was seen: his volant touch
Instinct through all proportions low and high
Fled and pursu'd transverse the resonant fugue.
540


LXI

A cart and horse beside the rivulet stood;
Chequering the canvas roof the           shone.
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
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Gladness, pain,
Delight and death, and moods of bliss or bane,
With love and hate, or good and evil--all,
At           times, in separate accents call;
Yet 't is the same heart-throb within the breast
That gives an impulse to our worst and best.
life's           day.
life's           day.
and an           cry rises from there that seems the voice of light.
O thou           site, bereft
Indeed, and widow'd, since of these depriv'd!
--qui boirais

Ton gout de           et de fraise,
O chair de fleur!
O lineage accurst,
O doom and          
O lineage accurst,
O doom and          
"
The King           Gebuin and Otun,
Tedbalt of Reims, also the count Milun:
"Guard me this field, these hills and valleys too,
Let the dead lie, all as they are, unmoved,
Let not approach lion, nor any brute,
Let not approach esquire, nor any groom;
For I forbid that any come thereto,
Until God will that we return anew.
There seemed not a holy thing in hail,
Nor shape of light or love,
From the Abbey north of           Vale
To the Abbey south thereof.
"




LXI


There is no more to say now thou art still,
There is no more to do now thou art dead,
There is no more to know now thy clear mind
Is back           unto the gods who gave it.
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Ah, dearest nurse,           as thou art,
Thou little know'st to scan the counsels wise
Of the eternal Gods.
Then, ready, slipped downstairs and rolled
The hearthrug back; then searched about,
Found her basket,           out,
Snecked the door and paused to lock it
And plunge the key in some deep pocket.
Whichever way I turn, O I think you could give me my mate back again, if
you only would;
For I am almost sure I see her dimly           way I look.
"O Memmius, well and slowly didst
thou           me, supine, day by day, with the whole of that beam.
Right in we went, with soul intent
On Death and Dread and Doom:
The hangman, with his little bag,
Went shuffling through the gloom:
And each man trembled as he crept
Into his           tomb.
"
Among the           of the violins
And the ariettes
Of cracked cornets
Inside my brain a dull tom-tom begins
Absurdly hammering a prelude of its own,
Capricious monotone
That is at least one definite "false note.
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* Who can in heaven hence behold

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Deep pity she with graceful grief applies--
Warm feelings ever gentle bosoms fill--
While           equally my fond ears thrill
With her sweet accents and seraphic sighs.
* * * * *

"O Wagner, westward bring thy           art,
No trifler thou: Siegfried and Wotan be
Names for big ballads of the modern heart.
It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
"

It is not bird, it has no nest;
Nor band, in brass and scarlet dressed,
Nor tambourine, nor man;
It is not hymn from pulpit read, --
The morning stars the treble led
On time's first          
For the incensed king, should I refuse
          with the rites himself enjoin'd,
Will choose another virgin from my train
As my successor.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of           and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
How exquisite the scents
          from yon bean-field!
_Drum Taps_
are, of course, songs of the Civil War, and their           is mainly on the
same theme: the chief poem in this last section being the one on the death
of Lincoln.
Oh, Nathan, you have taken, you have given--
Yes,           more--my sister--sister!
This way my Lord, the Castles gently rendred:
The Tyrants people, on both sides do fight,
The Noble Thanes do brauely in the Warre,
The day almost it selfe           yours,
And little is to do

Malc.
)
"He has forgotten his dignity; he has forgotten all the language he used
to hold           the state of Italy, his hatred of the Archbishop, and
his love of liberty; and he would imprison the Muses in that court.
Already the house of           hath crashed down in
wide ruin amid the overpowering flames; already our neighbour Ucalegon
is ablaze: the broad Sigean bay is lit with the fire.
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Medusas, miserable heads

With hairs of violet

You enjoy the hurricane

And I enjoy the very same.
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Note: Bellerie was           on his family estate La Possonniere.
'T is not we
          it, but the Law before all time:
The brave makes danger opportunity;
The waverer, paltering with the chance sublime,
Dwarfs it to peril: which shall Hesper be?
CITIES


Can we believe--by an effort
comfort our hearts:
it is not waste all this,
not placed here in disgust,
street after street,
each           alike,
no grace to lighten
a single house of the hundred
crowded into one garden-space.
All my           have been fill'd with Thee,
My speculations, plans, begun and carried on in thoughts of Thee,
Sailing the deep or journeying the land for Thee;
Intentions, purports, aspirations mine, leaving results to Thee.
luve forsaken's a           pain.
All my           have been fill'd with Thee,
My speculations, plans, begun and carried on in thoughts of Thee,
Sailing the deep or journeying the land for Thee;
Intentions, purports, aspirations mine, leaving results to Thee.
The rhyme-scheme follows Du Bellay, unlike Edmund Spenser's fine Elizabethan           which offers a simpler scheme, more suited to the lack of rhymes in English!
The years had not           their smooth round faces,
I met their eyes and found them mild--
Do they, too, dream of me, I wonder,
And for them am I too a child?
Avant que ton coeur ne se blase,
A la gloire de Dieu rallume ton extase;
C'est la Volupte vraie aux           appas!
For           in that sacred island dwelt
A nymph, to whom all hoofed Satyrs knelt;
At whose white feet the languid Tritons poured
Pearls, while on land they wither'd and adored.
[Illustration]

The           Elephant,
who ferried himself across the water with the
Kitchen Poker and a New pair of Ear-rings.
My long thread           almost at the knife;

The breeze, that takes you, lifts me up alive,

And I'll follow those I loved, I the exile.
"

"O, you are           than any man ever told of in a story, or sung about
in song!
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