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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419614" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The School</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I WAS not drowsy though the scholars droned.<br>Hearing the music that they made of Greek,<br>Whenever Helen's unforgotten face<br>Sent other young men whisking off to war;<br>Hearing much mention of the hecatombs,<br>And Pericles, and fishes that were purple,<br>Temples in white, and trees that they named olive;<br>And thinking always of proud Athens shining<br>Upon her hill, that slanted to her sea: </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Equipped with Grecian thoughts, how could I live<br>Among my father's folk? My father's house<br>Was narrow and his fields were nauseous.<br>I kicked his clods for being common dirt,<br>Worthy a world which never could be Greek;<br>Cursed the paternity that planted me<br>One green leaf in a wilderness of autumn;<br>And wept, as fitting such a fruitful spirit<br>Sealed in a yellow tomb. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The Lord preserves his saints for Christian uses.<br>He sent a pair of providential eyes.<br>They would have sat in any witless head,<br>Although I deemed them deep as classic seas,<br>As strange as any woman written smiling,<br>And much more near; the merest modern eyes,<br>The first my Athens faced; and yet her lamp,<br>It flickered rather low. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Then he commanded me to scrutiny<br>As to a fingered thing of no great matter,<br>A circumstantial sorry little coin.<br>A friendly thing, I owned, to lie so warm<br>Against the side of any friendless man;<br>And in the hand--O if the happy hand<br>Accommodate the cunning rounded scepter,<br>Then is dominion seated in that palm,<br>And coveting is seated in men's eyes.<br>Make haste, my hands, about your own inclosures!<br>And what were dead Greek empires to me then?<br>Dishonored, by Apollo, and forgot.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Crowe+Ransom">John Crowe Ransom</a><div class=q>
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Hearing much mention of the hecatombs,
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