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answer'd appareled AUTUMN Ayes better Bird blowing Bough Bowl brute Clay clod cries DANCING GIRL Darkness didst divides the False Divine Door Drink Dust Earth ev'n eyes False and True Fears festal fill the Cup Fitzgerald's Translation flesh fling fools Frederick LeRoy Sargent Garden gazes Glories gone Grape Hair perhaps divides Heav'n heed Hell Herbage inverted Jamshyd Kaikobád lean Let age looks loquacious lovingly luckless Maiden Morn Naishápúr never Night and Day Nightingale o'er Omar goes OMAR KHAYYAM Omar's once lovely Paradise Past poems Potter Predestin'd RABBI BEN EZRA rest return'd reveal'd rolling Rose round Saki scatter'd SEV'N Shapes sings Smiling SONG Spring strikes Sultán Summer ta'en Tavern tendril tent thee thing Thou Thy hand thy soul TO-DAY To-morrow trice turn Turret Veil Vessel Vine Vintage wheel whence Whither willy-nilly Wind Wine wine-cup YESTERDAY YOUNG MAN SINGER Youth
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Page 11 - For thence, — a paradox Which comforts while it mocks, — Shall life succeed in that it seems to fail : What I aspired to be, And was not, comforts me : A brute I might have been, but would not sink i...
Page 27 - Ay, note that Potter's wheel, That metaphor! and feel Why time spins fast, why passive lies our clay, — Thou, to whom fools propound, When the wine makes its round, "Since life fleets, all is change; the Past gone, seize to-day!
Page 8 - Each Morn a thousand Roses brings, you say; Yes, but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday? And this first Summer month that brings the Rose Shall take Jamshyd and Kaikobad away.
Page 25 - Now, who shall arbitrate? Ten men love what I hate, Shun what I follow, slight what I receive; Ten, who in ears and eyes Match me: we all surmise, They, this thing, and I that: whom shall my soul believe? XXIII Not on the vulgar mass Called 'work,' must sentence pass, Things done, that took the eye and had the price; O'er which, from level stand.
Page 7 - 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.
Page 10 - Then, welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand but go! Be our joys three-parts pain! Strive, and hold cheap the strain; Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!
Page 12 - 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.
Page 28 - He fixed thee mid this dance Of plastic circumstance, This Present, thou, forsooth, wouldst fain arrest : Machinery just meant To give thy soul its bent, Try thee and turn thee forth, sufficiently impressed.
Page 23 - With Earth's first Clay They did the Last Man knead, And there of the Last Harvest sow'd the Seed: And the first Morning of Creation wrote What the Last Dawn of Reckoning shall read.
Page 16 - Therefore I summon age To grant youth's heritage, Life's struggle having so far reached its term: Thence shall I pass, approved A man, for aye removed From the developed brute; a God though in the germ.