Works, Bind 1Houghton, Mifflin, 1887 |
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Side 9
... Thou who burn'st in Heart for those who burn " In Hell , whose fires thyself shall feed in turn ; " How long be crying , ' Mercy on them , God ! ' " Why , who art Thou to teach , and He to learn ? " The Bodleian Quatrain pleads ...
... Thou who burn'st in Heart for those who burn " In Hell , whose fires thyself shall feed in turn ; " How long be crying , ' Mercy on them , God ! ' " Why , who art Thou to teach , and He to learn ? " The Bodleian Quatrain pleads ...
Side 24
... beneath the Bough , A Flask of Wine , a Book of Verse - and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness— And Wilderness is Paradise enow .长 A IX Each Morn a thousand Roses brings , you 24 RUBÁIYAT OF OMAR KHAYYÁM . First Edition .
... beneath the Bough , A Flask of Wine , a Book of Verse - and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness— And Wilderness is Paradise enow .长 A IX Each Morn a thousand Roses brings , you 24 RUBÁIYAT OF OMAR KHAYYÁM . First Edition .
Side 25
... underneath the Bough , A Jug of Wine , a Loaf of Bread- and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness Oh , Wilderness were Paradise enow ! - ' XII " How sweet is mortal Sovranty ! " Fourth Edition . RUBÁIYÁT OF OMAR KHAYYÁM . 25.
... underneath the Bough , A Jug of Wine , a Loaf of Bread- and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness Oh , Wilderness were Paradise enow ! - ' XII " How sweet is mortal Sovranty ! " Fourth Edition . RUBÁIYÁT OF OMAR KHAYYÁM . 25.
Side 54
... Thou art , Thou art but what Thou shalt be - Nothing - Thou shalt not be less . LXVI I sent my Soul through the Invisible , Some 54 RUBÁLYÁT OF OMAR KHAYYÁM . First Edition . XLVI ...
... Thou art , Thou art but what Thou shalt be - Nothing - Thou shalt not be less . LXVI I sent my Soul through the Invisible , Some 54 RUBÁLYÁT OF OMAR KHAYYÁM . First Edition . XLVI ...
Side 58
... Thou or I. LIII With Earth's first Clay They did the Last Man's knead , And then of the Last Harvest sow'd the Seed : Yea , the first Morning of Creation wrote What the Last Dawn of Reckoning shall read . LIV I tell Thee this - When ...
... Thou or I. LIII With Earth's first Clay They did the Last Man's knead , And then of the Last Harvest sow'd the Seed : Yea , the first Morning of Creation wrote What the Last Dawn of Reckoning shall read . LIV I tell Thee this - When ...
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Side 59 - 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.
Side 434 - ... certain it is that, whosoever hath his mind fraught with many thoughts, his wits and understanding do clarify and break up in the communicating and discoursing with another: he tosseth his thoughts more easily ; he marshalleth them more orderly; he seeth how they look when they are turned into words: finally, he waxeth wiser than himself; and that more by an hour's discourse than by a day's meditation.
Side 73 - Ah Love! could you and I with Him conspire To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire, Would not we shatter it to bits — and then Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire!
Side 48 - 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 t he Vine to Spouse.
Side 20 - Awake! for morning in the bowl of night Has flung the stone that puts the stars to flight: And lo! the hunter of the east has caught The sultan's turret in a noose of light.
Side 76 - The seasons alter : hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose, And on old Hiems' thin and icy crown An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds Is, as in mockery, set.
Side 362 - Plain living and high thinking are no more : The homely beauty of the good old cause Is gone ; our peace, our fearful innocence, And pure religion breathing household laws...
Side 33 - 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!
Side 429 - A strange thing, that that part of an orator which is but superficial, and rather the virtue of a player, should be placed so high above those other noble parts of invention, elocution and the rest; nay almost alone, as if it were all in all. But the reason is plain. There is in human nature generally more of the fool than of the wise; and therefore those faculties by which the foolish part of men's minds is taken are most potent.
Side 410 - Studies serve for delight, for ornament, and for ability. Their chief use for delight, is in privateness and retiring ; for ornament, is in discourse; and for ability, is in the judgment and disposition of business.