Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyām

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H.M. Caldwell, 1900 - 144 страница
 

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Страница 87 - They say the Lion and the Lizard keep The Courts where Jamshyd gloried and drank deep: And Bahrain, that great Hunter— the Wild Ass Stamps o'er his Head, but cannot break his Sleep.
Страница 125 - Yet Ah, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youth's sweet-scented manuscript should close! The Nightingale that in the branches sang, Ah whence, and whither flown again, who knows!
Страница 113 - The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.
Страница 92 - Myself when young did eagerly frequent Doctor and Saint, and heard great argument About it and about : but evermore Came out by the same door where in I went...
Страница 95 - Then of the THEE IN ME who works behind The Veil, I lifted up my hands to find A lamp amid the Darkness ; and I heard, As from Without; — "THE ME WITHIN THEE BLIND!
Страница 120 - After a momentary silence spake Some Vessel of a more ungainly make; They sneer at me for leaning all awry: What! did the Hand then of the Potter shake?
Страница 112 - But helpless Pieces of the Game He plays Upon this Chequer-board of Nights and Days; Hither and thither moves, and checks, and slays, And one by one back in the Closet lays.
Страница 89 - For some we loved, the loveliest and the best That from his Vintage rolling Time hath prest, Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before, And one by one crept silently to rest.
Страница 84 - Some for the Glories of This World; and some Sigh for the Prophet's Paradise to come; Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go, Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum! XIV. Look to the blowing Rose about us — "Lo, Laughing...
Страница 117 - What! out of senseless Nothing to provoke A conscious Something to resent the yoke Of unpermitted Pleasure, under pain Of Everlasting Penalties, if broke! LXXIX. What! from his helpless Creature be repaid Pure Gold for what he lent him dross-allay "d— Sue for a Debt we never did contract, And cannot answer— Oh the sorry trade!

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