Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyām

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H.M. Caldwell, 1900 - 144 páginas
 

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Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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!
Página 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?
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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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