Classic and Contemporary Poetry
VERSES READ AT THE DINNER OF THE OMAR KHAYYAM CLUB, by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Twas swift who said that people 'view Last Line: Hail! Omar khayyam, hail! Once more! Alternate Author Name(s): Dobson, Austin Subject(s): Omar Khayyam (1048-1122) | ||||||||
' -- Medio de fonte leporum surgit OMARI aliquid.' -- LUCRETIUS (adapted). While we the Feast by Fruit and Wine prolong, A Bard bobs up, and bores us with a Song. -- THE APICIAD. 'TWAS Swift who said that people 'view In HOMER more than HOMER knew.' I can't pretend to claim the gift Of playing BENTLEY upon SWIFT; But I suspect the reading true Is 'OMAR more than OMAR knew,' -- Or why this large assembly met Lest we this OMAR should forget? (In a parenthesis I note Our RUSTUM here, without red coat; Where SOHRAB sits I'm not aware, But that's FIRDAUSI in the Chair!) -- I say then that we now are met Lest we this OMAR should forget, Who, ages back, remote, obscure, Wrote verses once at Naishapur, -- Verses which, as I understand, Were merely copied out by hand, And now, without etched plates, or aid Of India paper, or hand-made, Bid fair Parnassus' top to climb, And knock the Classics out of time. Persicos odi -- Horace said, And therefore is no longer read. Time, who could simply not endure Slight to the Bard of Naishapur, (Time, by the way, was rather late For one so often up-to-date!) Went swiftly to the Roll of Fame And blotted Q. H. F. his name, Since when, for every Youth or Miss That knows Quis multa gracilis, There are a hundred who can tell What OMAR thought of Heav'n and Hell; Who BAHRAM was; and where (at need) Lies hid the Beaker of JAMSHYD; -- In short, without a break can quote Most of what OMAR ever wrote. Well, OMAR KHAYYAM wrote of Wine, And all of us, sometimes, must dine; And OMAR KHAYYAM wrote of Roses, And all of us, no doubt, have noses; And OMAR KHAYYAM wrote of Love, Which some of us are not above. Also, he charms to this extent, We don't know, always, what he meant. Lastly, the man's so plainly dead We can heap honours on his head. Then, too, he scores in other wise By his 'deplorable demise.' There is so much that we could say Were he a Bard of yesterday! We should discuss his draughts and pills, His baker's and his vintner's bills; Rake up -- perhaps 'tis well we can't -- Gossip about his maiden aunt; And all that marketable matter Which FREEMAN nicknamed 'Harriet-chatter!' But here not even Persian candles Can light us to the smallest scandals; -- Thus far your OMAR gains at least By having been so long deceased. Failing of this, we needs must fall Back on his opus after all: -- Those quatrains so compact, complete, So suited to FITZGERALD'S feet, (And, let us add, so subtly planned To tempt the imitative band!) -- Those censers of Omari ware That breathe into the perfumed air His doubt, his unrest, his despair; -- Those jewels-four-lines-long that show, Eight hundred years and more ago, An old thing underneath the sun In Babylonish Babylon: -- A Body and a Soul at strife To solve the Mystery of Life! So then all hail to OMAR K.! (To take our more familiar way) Though much of what he wrote and did In darkest mystery is hid; And though (unlike our bards) his task Was less to answer than to ask; For all his endless Why and Whether, He brings us here to-night together; And therefore (as I said before), Hail! OMAR KHAYYAM, hail! once more! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN A COPY OF OMAR KHAYYAM by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL QUATRAIN: OMAR KHAYYAM (AFTER FITZGERALD) by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ON READING THE 'RUBAIYAT' OF OMAR KHAYYAM IN A KENTISH ROSE GARDEN by MATHILDE BLIND OMAR KHAYYAM by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH UNDER WHICH KING (VERSES READ AT OMAR KHAYYAM CLUB, 1903) by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON VERSES WRITTEN FOR THE MENU OF THE OMAR KHAYYAM CLUB (1) by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON VERSES WRITTEN FOR THE MENU OF THE OMAR KHAYYAM CLUB (2) by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON SONNET WRITTEN ON A FLY-LEAF OF 'THE RUBAIYAT' by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE ON READING OMAR KHAYYAM by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY A FANCY FROM FONTENELLE by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON |
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