Oriental Literature: The literature of Persia, ed. by R. J. H. Gottheil

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Richard James Horatio Gottheil, Epiphanius Wilson
Colonial Press, 1899
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Seite 338 - 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.
Seite 338 - 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 —
Seite 343 - 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.
Seite 338 - 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...
Seite 341 - 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!
Seite 338 - Ah, my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears TO-DAY of past Regrets and Future Fears : To-morrow! — Why, To-morrow I may be Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n thousand Years.
Seite 341 - You know, my Friends, with what a brave Carouse I made a Second Marriage in my house ; Divorced old barren Reason from my Bed, And took the Daughter of the Vine to Spouse. LVI For 'Is' and 'IS-NOT' though with Rule and Line, And 'UP-AND-DOWN...
Seite 346 - And much as Wine has play'd the Infidel, And robb'd me of my Robe of Honour — Well, I wonder often what the Vintners buy One half so precious as the stuff they sell.
Seite 343 - I sent my Soul through the Invisible, Some letter of that After-life to spell: And by and by my Soul return'd to me, And answered, "I Myself am Heav'n and Hell...
Seite 338 - 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.

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