#English
Ho, ye that thirst beside the runn… Love is a running stream, whose wa… Upon the earth, and who would drin… Must bend him earthwards. There w… Who lay upon his belly in the mire
What woes are there I would not choose to bear For thy dear sake? Curses were blest, the ache Of sorrow’s scourging and grief’s…
Farewell, then. It is finished. I… With this all right in you, even t… If I have spoken hardly, it will… How much I loved you. With you di… A glory, a romance of many years.
The physical world itself is a fai… For who has eyes to see or ears to… To—day I fled on my new freedom’s… With the first swallows of the par… Southwards from England. At the…
She watched me curiously with mock… Yet tenderly, till once again her… Prevailed with her, and quick in f… Thrusting me back, ‘Ah, traitor!’… ‘'Twas not for me then you were wa…
Hush, gentle stranger. Here lies… In the tall grass whom we must not… For see, the wildest winds hush he… Silence for her and not a leaf is… Lest she should wake and find hers…
I saw a galley passing to the Wes… Its silken sails aglow as if with… When the red sun dropped down into… And hurled his level spears across… And at its prow a mighty woman sto…
And so we went our way,—yes, hand… Like two lost children in some mag… Baffled and baffling with enchante… The various beasts that crossed us… Each step was an experience. Ever…
I had a live joy once and pampered… For I had brought her from the ‘g… To lie when nights were cold upon… And sit beside me the long days an… Until her whole soul should be lap…
When I hear laughter from a taver… When I see crowds agape and in th… Watching on tiptoe and with stifle… To see a rocket fired or a bull sl… When misers handle gold, when orat…
Whom the gods love die young. Ah,… Laura did well to die. Our loss w… Ours who so loved her laughter, ou… Shrink from a wound yet tender, wa… Full was her life, a well—spring,…
Griselda’s madness lasted forty da… Forty eternities! Men went their… And suns arose and set, and women… And tongues wagged lightly in impe… Of Lady L.'s adventure. She was…
Alas, that words like these should… Behold, the Boulevard mocks, and… Let us away and purge our melancho… With the last laughter at the Amb… Here all is real. Here glory’s se…
Gone are they the lost camps, ligh… in Miná, in Gháula, Rijám left ho… Lost are they. Rayyán lies lorn w… scored in lines like writings left… Tent—floors smooth, forsaken, bare…
Yet it is pitiful how friendships… Spite of our oaths eternal and hig… Some fall through blight of tongue… Some through strifes loud in empty… Some vanish with fame got too glor…