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77 And this I know: whether the one… Kindle to Love, or Wrath—consume… One Flash of It within the Taver… Better than in the Temple lost ou…
The wind blew keenly from the Wes… And drove the dead leaves slanting… Vanity of vanities, the Preacher… Heaping them up before her Father… When I saw her whom I shall see n…
TIS a dull sight To see the year dying, When winter winds Set the yellow wood sighing: Sighing, O sighing!
71 The Moving Finger writes, and, ha… Moves on; nor all your Piety nor… Shall lure it back to cancel half… Nor all your Tears wash out a Wor…
14 Look to the blowing Rose about us… Laughing," she says, “into the wor… At once the silken tassel of my P… Tear, and its Treasure on the Gar…
15 And those who husbanded the Golde… And those who flung it to the wind… Alike to no such aureate Earth ar… As, buried once, Men want dug up…
And, as the Cock crew, those who… The Tavern shouted—“Open, then, t… You know how little while we have… And, once departed, may return no…
72 And that inverted Bowl they call… Whereunder crawling cooped we liv… Lift not your hands to It for hel… As impotently moves as you or I.
A dream it was in which I found m… And you that hail me now, then hai… In a brave palace that was all my… Within, and all without it, mine;… Drunk with excess of majesty and p…
12 A Book of Verses underneath the… A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread—a… Beside me singing in the Wilderne… Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow…
Before the phantom of False morni… Methought a Voice within the Tave… “When all the Temple is prepared… Why nods the drowsy Worshiper out…
10 Well, let it take them! What have… With Kaikobad the Great, or Kaik… Let Zal and Rustum bluster as the… Or Hatim call to Supper—heed not…
6 And David’s lips are lockt; but i… High—piping Pehlevi, with “Wine!… Red Wine!”—the Nightingale cries… That sallow cheek of hers t’ incar…
5 Iram indeed is gone with all his… And Jamshyd’s Sev’n—ring’d Cup w… But still a Ruby kindles in the V… And many a Garden by the Water bl…
73 With Earth’s first Clay They did… And then of the Last Harvest sow’… Yea, the first Morning of Creatio… What the Last Dawn of Reckoning…