 | Omar Khayyam, ʿUmar Ḫaiyām, Edward FitzGerald - 1997 - 258 страница
...come and go Round with this Sun-illumin'd Lantern held In Midnight by the Master of the Show;2i LXIX. Impotent Pieces of the Game He plays Upon this Chequer-board...and thither moves, and checks, and slays, And one bv one back in the Closet lavs. For let Philosopher and Doctor preach Of what they will, and what they... | |
 | Klabund - 2001 - 283 страница
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 | Kelly King - 2000 - 488 страница
...now. But first there were things he had to do, to earn his place with her. 456 Moving on But helpless Pieces of the Game He Plays Upon this Chequer-board...and slays, And one by one back in the Closet lays. — RusAivAT OF OMAR KHAYYAM Listening to her son's car receding until the sound died, Hiroko sighed,... | |
 | William S. Burroughs - 2001 - 273 страница
...never realized that there is always an enemy, or we would not be here. Of course. "On this checkerboard of Nights and days . . . Hither and thither moves...and slays and one by one back in the Closet lays." Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam March 23, 1997. Sunday He suddenly saw and kept seeing what they had been... | |
 | Amita Abēsēkara - 2000 - 164 страница
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 | Michael S Lief, H. Mitchell Caldwell, Ben Bycel - 1999 - 400 страница
...words of old Omar Khayyam, we are only Impotent pieces in the game He plays Upon this checkerboard of nights and days, Hither and thither moves, and...and slays, And one by one back in the closet lays. What had this boy to do with it? He was not his own father; he was not his own mother; he was not his... | |
 | William S. Burroughs - 2007 - 576 страница
...son. All they got a key to is the shit house. And swear to me you will never wear a lawman's badge." Hither and thither moves, and checks, and slays, And one by one back in the Closet lays. Playthings in an old game, the little toy soldiers are covered with rust, shaped to fill a forgotten... | |
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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. 
