Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám in English Verse, Edward Fitzgerald: The Text of the Fourth Edition, Followed by that of the First; with Notes Showing the Extent of His Indebtedness to the Persian Original; and a Biographical Preface
Houghton, Mifflin, 1888 - 124 Seiten
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Seite 104 - The seasons alter : hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose, And on old Hiems' thin and icy crown An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds Is, as in mockery, set.
Seite 89 - 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.
Seite 102 - Ah Love! could you and I with Him conspire To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire, Would not we shatter it to bits — and then Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire!
Seite 87 - Think, in this batter'd caravanserai Whose portals are alternate night and day, How Sultan after Sultan with his pomp Abode his destined hour and went his way. They say the lion and the lizard keep The Courts where Jamshyd gloried and drank deep : And Bahram, that great hunter — the wild ass Stamps o'er his head, but cannot break his sleep.
Seite 59 - 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.
Seite 84 - 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.
Seite 85 - Come, fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring Your Winter-garment of Repentance fling: The Bird of Time has but a little way To flutter — and the Bird is on the Wing.
Seite 98 - Oh Thou, who Man of baser Earth didst make And ev'n with Paradise devise the Snake: For all the Sin wherewith the Face of Man Is blacken'd — Man's Forgiveness give — and take!