Rubaíyat́ of Omar Khayyaḿ (editions 1-4) Salaḿañ and Absaå (translated from Jaḿi)́ A bird's-eye view of Farid́-Uddiñ Attar's Bird-parliament. The two generals: I. Lucius Aemilius Paullus, II. Sir Charles Napier. Bredfield hall. Chronomoros. Virgil's garden. From Petrarch. Occasional verses: To a lady singing, On Anne Allen, To a violet. Preface to Polonius. Introduction to readings in Crabbe. Written by Petrarch in his Virgil. Memoir of Bernard Barton. Death of Bernard Barton. Death of the Rev. George Crabbe. Charles Lamb. On red boxes
Macmillan and Company, Limited, 1903
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Страница 62 - Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend, Before we too into the Dust descend; Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and — sans End! Alike for those who for TO-DAY prepare, And those that after some TO-MORROW stare, A Muezzin from the Tower of Darkness cries, "Fools! your Reward is neither Here nor There.
Страница 150 - 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 156 - A Moment's Halt — a momentary taste Of BEING from the Well amid the Waste — And Lo! — the phantom Caravan has reach'd The NOTHING it set out from — Oh, make haste!
Страница 64 - There was the Door to which I found no Key; There was the Veil through which I could not see: Some little talk awhile of Me and Thee There was — and then no more of Thee and Me.
Страница 59 - A Book of Verses underneath the Bough, A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread — and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness — Oh ! Wilderness were Paradise enow ! XII " How sweet is mortal Sovrainty ! " — think some ; Others " How blest the Paradise to come!
Страница 63 - 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 as in I went.
Страница 343 - tis certain ; very sure, very sure : death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all ; all shall die.
Страница 109 - 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.