Шта други кажу - Напишите рецензију
Нисмо пронашли ниједну рецензију на уобичајеним местима.
Angel asking beauty Better blowing Bowl break Brother Clay close common conscious cries Critic Darkness day's death deep Desire divides Divine Door Drink drop Dust Earth Eternal Existence Face Fall False Fears Field fire FitzGerald Friend Garden Glories gone Grape greater guest half hands heard Heav'n heed Hell Hope Hour Human Kaikobad keep Kindle knowledge Last late lean least LENOX LIBRARY Light Line live look Love master morning moves never Night Omar Khayyam once Paradise perhaps poet Potter prepare PUBLIC Repentance rest rises Road rolling Rose Round Rubaiyát sang Shapes Sleep song Soul Spring stood Stories Strikes Sultan Summer surely Tavern tell THEE thing Thou thought TO-DAY TO-MORROW TRANSLATION True Veil Vessel Vine Vintage Waste Water whence Whither Wind Wine winged YESTERDAY YORK
Страница 25 - YESTERDAY This Day's Madness did prepare; TO-MORROW'S Silence, Triumph, or Despair: Drink! for you know not whence you came, nor why: Drink! for you know not why you go, nor where.
Страница 11 - The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon Turns Ashes — or it prospers; and anon, Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face, Lighting a little hour or two — is gone.
Страница 8 - And, as the Cock crew, those who stood before The Tavern shouted — "Open then the door! You know how little while we have to stay, And, once departed, may return no more.
Страница 31 - 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 16 - For I remember stopping by the way To watch a Potter thumping his wet Clay : And with its all-obliterated Tongue It murmur'd — ' Gently, Brother, gently, pray !
Страница 12 - And we, that now make merry in the Room They left, and Summer dresses in new bloom, Ourselves must we beneath the Couch of Earth Descend — ourselves to make a Couch...
Страница 24 - 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.