Rubaíyat́ of Omar Khayyaḿ (editions 1-4) Salaḿań and Absaĺ (translated from Jaḿi)́ A bird's-eye view of Farid́-Uddiń 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

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Página 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.
Página 124 - 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 ! XCVII.
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 343 - tis certain ; very sure, very sure : death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all ; all shall die.
Página 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.
Página 21 - I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.

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