The Golden Legend: Vi. The School Of Salerno Poem Rhyme Scheme

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The Golden Legend: Vi. The School Of Salerno Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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A traveling Scholastic affixing his Theses to the gate	A
of the College	B
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Scholastic There that is my gauntlet my banner my shield	C
Hung up as a challenge to all the field	C
One hundred and twenty five propositions	D
Which I will maintain with the sword of the tongue	E
Against all disputants old and young	E
Let us see if doctors or dialecticians	D
Will dare to dispute my definitions	D
Or attack any one of my learned theses	D
Here stand I the end shall be as God pleases	D
I think I have proved by profound research	F
The error of all those doctrines so vicious	D
Of the old Areopagite Dionysius	D
That are making such terrible work in the churches	D
By Michael the Stammerer sent from the East	G
And done into Latin by that Scottish beast	G
Erigena Johannes who dares to maintain	H
In the face of the truth the error infernal	I
That the universe is and must be eternal	I
At first laying down as a fact fundamental	I
That nothing with God can be accidental	I
Then asserting that God before the creation	J
Could not have existed because it is plain	H
That had he existed he would have created	K
Which is begging the question that should be debated	L
And moveth me less to anger than laughter	M
All nature he holds is a respiration	J
Of the Spirit of God who in breathing hereafter	M
Will inhale it into his bosom again	N
So that nothing but God alone will remain	H
And therein he contradicteth himself	O
For he opens the whole discussion by stating	P
That God can only exist in creating	P
That question I think I have laid on the shelf	O
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He goes out Two Doctors come in disputing and	Q
followed by pupils	D
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Doctor Serafino I with the Doctor Seraphic maintain	H
That a word which is only conceived in the brain	H
Is a type of eternal Generation	J
The spoken word is the Incarnation	J
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Doctor Cherubino What do I care for the Doctor Seraphic	P
With all his wordy chaffer and traffic	P
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Doctor Serafino You make but a paltry show of resistance	D
Universals have no real existence	D
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Doctor Cherubino Your words are but idle and empty chatter	M
Ideas are eternally joined to matter	M
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Doctor Serafino May the Lord have mercy on your position	J
You wretched wrangling culler of herbs	D
	-
Doctor Cherubino May he send your soul to eternal perdition	J
For your Treatise on the Irregular Verbs	D
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They rush out fighting Two Scholars come in	J
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First Scholar Monte Cassino then is your College	B
What think you of ours here at Salern	J
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Second Scholar To tell the truth I arrived so lately	R
I hardly yet have had time to discern	J
So much at least I am bound to acknowledge	B
The air seems healthy the buildings stately	R
And on the whole I like it greatly	R
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First Scholar Yes the air is sweet the Calabrian hills	D
Send us down puffs of mountain air	S
And in summer time the sea breeze fills	D
With its coolness cloister and court and square	S
Then at every season of the year	T
There are crowds of guests and travellers here	U
Pilgrims and mendicant friars and traders	D
From the Levant with figs and wine	J
And bands of wounded and sick Crusaders	D
Coming back from Palestine	J
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Second Scholar And what are the studies you pursue	D
What is the course you here go through	D
	-
First Scholar The first three years of the college course	D
Are given to Logic alone as the source	D
Of all that is noble and wise and true	D
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Second Scholar That seems rather strange I must confess	D
In a Medical School yet nevertheless	D
You doubtless have reasons for that	V
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First Scholar Oh yes	D
For none but a clever dialectician	J
Can hope to become a great physician	J
That has been settled long ago	P
Logic makes an important part	W
Of the mystery of the healing art	W
For without it how could you hope to show	P
That nobody knows so much as you know	P
After this there are five years more	X
Devoted wholly to medicine	J
With lectures on chirurgical lore	X
And dissections of the bodies of swine	J
As likest the human form divine	J
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Second Scholar What are the books now most in vogue	P
	-
First Scholar Quite an extensive catalogue	P
Mostly however books of our own	J
As Gariopontus' Passionarius	D
And the writings of Matthew Platearius	D
And a volume universally known	J
As the Regimen of the School of Salern	J
For Robert of Normandy written in terse	D
And very elegant Latin verse	D
Each of these writings has its turn	J
And when at length we have finished these	D
Then comes the struggle for degrees	D
With all the oldest and ablest critics	D
The public thesis and disputation	J
Question and answer and explanation	J
Of a passage out of Hippocrates	D
Or Aristotle's Analytics	D
There the triumphant Magister stands	D
A book is solemnly placed in his hands	D
On which he swears to follow the rule	Y
And ancient forms of the good old School	Y
To report if any confectionarius	D
Mingles his drugs with matters various	D
And to visit his patients twice a day	Z
And once in the night if they live in town	J
And if they are poor to take no pay	Z
Having faithfully promised these	D
His head is crowned with a laurel crown	J
A kiss on his cheek a ring on his hand	A2
The Magister Artium et Physices	D
Goes forth from the school like a lord of the land	A2
And now as we have the whole morning before us	D
Let us go in if you make no objection	J
And listen awhile to a learned prelection	J
On Marcus Aurelius Cassiodorus	D
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They go in Enter LUCIFER as a Doctor	M
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Lucifer This is the great School of Salern	J
A land of wrangling and of quarrels	D
Of brains that seethe and hearts that burn	J
Where every emulous scholar hears	D
In every breath that comes to his ears	D
The rustling of another's laurels	D
The air of the place is called salubrious	D
The neighborhood of Vesuvius lends it	B2
An odor volcanic that rather mends it	B2
And the buildings have an aspect lugubrious	D
That inspires a feeling of awe and terror	M
Into the heart of the beholder	M
And befits such an ancient homestead of error	M
Where the old falsehoods moulder and smoulder	M
And yearly by many hundred hands	D
Are carried away in the zeal of youth	C2
And sown like tares in the field of truth	C2
To blossom and ripen in other lands	D
What have we here affixed to the gate	A
The challenge of some scholastic wight	D2
Who wishes to hold a public debate	A
On sundry questions wrong or right	D2
Ah now this is my great delight	D2
For I have often observed of late	A
That such discussions end in a fight	D2
Let us see what the learned wag maintains	D
With such a prodigal waste of brains	D
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Reads	D
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'Whether angels in moving from place to place	D
Pass through the intermediate space	D
Whether God himself is the author of evil	I
Or whether that is the work of the Devil	I
When where and wherefore Lucifer fell	E2
And whether he now is chained in hell '	-
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I think I can answer that question well	E2
So long as the boastful human mind	F2
Consents in such mills as this to grind	F2
I sit very firmly upon my throne	J
Of a truth it almost makes me laugh	G2
To see men leaving the golden grain	J
To gather in piles the pitiful chaff	G2
That old Peter Lombard thrashed with his brain	J
To have it caught up and tossed again	J
On the horns of the Dumb Ox of Cologne	J
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But my guests approach there is in the air	M
A fragrance like that of the Beautiful Garden	J
Of Paradise in the days that were	M
An odor of innocence and of prayer	M
And of love and faith that never fails	D
Which as the fresh young heart exhales	D
Before it begins to wither and harden	J
I cannot breathe such an atmosphere	M
My soul is filled with a nameless fear	M
That after all my trouble and pain	J
After all my restless endeavor	M
The youngest fairest soul of the twain	J
The most ethereal most divine	J
Will escape from my hands forever and ever	M
But the other is already mine	J
Let him live to corrupt his race	D
Breathing among them with every breath	H2
Weakness selfishness and the base	D
And pusillanimous fear of death	H2
I know his nature and I know	J
That of all who in my	I2