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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…
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…
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…
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…
Before the phantom of False morni… Methought a Voice within the Tave… “When all the Temple is prepared… Why nods the drowsy Worshiper out…
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…
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…
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…
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…
Now the New Year reviving old De… The thoughtful Soul to Solitude r… Where the White Hand Of Moses on… Puts out, and Jesus from the Grou…
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…
9 Each Morn a thousand Roses brings… Yes, but where leaves the Rose of… And this first Summer month that… Shall take Jamshyd and Kaikobad a…
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…
76 The Vine had struck a fibre: whic… If clings my Being—let the Dervis… Of my Base metal may be filed a K… That shall unlock the Door he how…
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…