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Rubaiyat 27

© Shams al-Din Hafiz

The morning breeze tended to the rose,
A maid-in-waiting, as the flower grows.
If in the sun you have a shady refuge,
Seek the shade of a rose, and one who glows.

The Lily And The Rose

© William Cowper

The nymph must lose her female friend
If more admired than she, -
But where will fierce contention end
If flowers can disagree?

Via, Et Veritas, Et Vita

© Alice Meynell

"You never attained to Him?" "If to attain
Be to abide, then that may be."
"Endless the way, followed with how much pain!"
"The way was He."

An Interlude

© Algernon Charles Swinburne

IN the greenest growth of the Maytime,
I rode where the woods were wet,
Between the dawn and the daytime;
The spring was glad that we met.

The Prison

© Arthur Symons

I am the prisoner of my love of you.

I pace my soul, as prisoned culprits do,

Blondine

© John Hay

I wandered through a careless world

Deceived when not deceiving,

The Caique

© William Makepeace Thackeray

Yonder to the kiosk, beside the creek,
Paddle the swift caique.
Thou brawny oarsman with the sunburnt cheek,
Quick! for it soothes my heart to hear the Bulbul speak.

The Arabs Faerwell To His Horse

Yes, thou must go! the wild free breeze, the brilliant sun and sky,
Thy master's home--from all of these, my exiled one must fly.
Thy proud dark eye will grow less proud, thy step become less fleet,
And vainly shalt thou arch thy neck, thy master's hand to meet.
Only in sleep shall I behold that dark eye, glancing bright
Only in sleep shall hear again that step so firm and light:

From Paris To Brussels (11 P.M. 15 October To Half-Past 1 P.M. 16) Proem At The Paris Station

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

In France (to baffle thieves and murderers)

A journey takes two days of passport work

Lady Constance

© Sydney Thompson Dobell

My Love, my Lord,
I think the toil of glorious day is done.
I see thee leaning on thy jewelled sword,
And a light-hearted child of France
Is dancing to thee in the sun,
And thus he carols in his dance.

Breitmann In Holland. Amsterdam.

© Charles Godfrey Leland

TO Amsterd-m came Breitmann
All in de Kermes tide;
Yonge Maegden allegader
Filled de straat on afery side.

A Meeting

© Alfred Austin

Queen, widowed Mother of a widowed child,

Whose ancient sorrow goeth forth to meet

Rubaiyat 12

© Shams al-Din Hafiz

All treasures aint worth this oppression.
All pleasures aint worth one transgression.
Not even seven thousand years of joy
Is worth seven days of depression.

The Day Before I Die

© Henry Lawson

THERES such a lot of work to do, for such a troubled head!
Im scribbling this against a book, with foolscap round, in bed.
It strikes me that Ill scribble much in this way by and by,
And write my last lines so perchance the day before I die.

SONNET. Dry those fair, those chrystal eyes

© Henry King

Dry those fair, those chrystal eyes
Which like growing fountains rise
To drown their banks. Griefs sullen brooks
Would better flow in furrow'd looks.

Victory

© Alfred Noyes

I.
Before those golden altar-lights we stood,
Each one of us remembering his own dead.
A more than earthly beauty seemed to brood
On that hushed throng, and bless each bending head.

To -----

Fair Nature's priestesses! to whom,
In hieroglyph of bud and bloom,
Her mysteries are told;
Who, wise in lore of wood and mead,
The seasons' pictured scrolls can read,
In lessons manifold!

I Want To Be Inside You

A hundred times I wish I could transform myself
And become an invisible spirit that hides inside your heart
And seeks to comprehend your scorn
Which seems to me so cruel.

A Song Of Winds

WOE to the weak when the sky is shrouded,
And the wind of the salt-way sobs as it dies!
Woe to the weak! for a great dejection
Droops their spirits and drowns their eyes.