...Yet to the wise her paths are ever fair, And patience smiles though genius may despair. OW Holmes. In vain with love our bosoms glow, Can all our tears,...living roses blow, Where nature spreads her richest dies, Require the borrowed gloss of art? Sir William Jones, from the Persian. ARTIFICE. ASCEND. 59...

...Kemter ju Ke Kes nekshed u nekshaied Be hikmet ein moammara." "Which may be thus translated : — * " Speak not of fate : ah ! change the theme, And talk of odours, talk of wine, Talk of the flowers that round us bloom ; "Pis all a cloud, 'tis all a dream — To love and joy thy thoughts confine,...

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...my tender breast invades, And robs my wounded soul of rest, As Tartars seize their destined prey. 4 In vain with love our bosoms glow : Can all our tears,...Where nature spreads her richest dyes, Require the borrowed gloss of art? 5 Speak not of fate : ah! change the theme, And talk of odours, talk of wine,...

...my tender breast invades, And robs my wounded soul of rest, As Tartars seize their destined prey. 4 In vain with love our bosoms glow : Can all our tears,...roses blow, Where nature spreads her richest dyes, Bequire the borrowed gloss of art? 5 Speak not of fate : ah! change the theme, And talk of odours,...

...blushes, the rose became, naturally enough, a type of reality and of natural truth. So in Hafiz : ' Can cheeks where living roses blow, Where Nature spreads her richest dyes, Require the borrowed gloss of Art? ' The deepest and most solemn mystery which the Nature-love of the earliest...

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...glance my tender breast invades, And robs my wounded soul of rest, As Tartars seize their destined prey. uthful loves Had swollen the patriot emotion, And...and groves, Yet still my voice, unaltered, sang defe borrowed gloss of art ? Speak not of fate : ah I change the theme, And talk of odours, talk of wine,...