#EnglishWriters
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…
7 Come, fill the Cup, and in the fi… Your Winter—garment of Repentance… The Bird of Time has but a little… To flutter—and the Bird is on the…
Wake! For the Sun, who scattered… The Stars before him from the Fie… Drives Night along with them from… The Sultán’s Turret with a Shaft…
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…
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…
13 Some for the Glories of This Wor… Sigh for the Prophet’s Paradise t… Ah, take the Cash, and let the Cr… Nor heed the rumble of a distant…
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…
75 I tell you this—when, started from… Over the flaming shoulders of the… Of Heav’n Parwin and Mushtari th… In my predestin’d Plot of Dust an…
Wake! For the Sun, who scattered… The Stars before him from the Fie… Drives Night along with them from… The Sultán’s Turret with a Shaft… Before the phantom of False morni…
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…
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.
11 With me along the strip of Herbag… That just divides the desert from… Where name of Slave and Sultan is… And Peace to Mahmud on his golden…
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…
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…
TIS a dull sight To see the year dying, When winter winds Set the yellow wood sighing: Sighing, O sighing!