The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam (Omar Khayyam Poem)
I. Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
I. Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
Here is nothing new nor aught unproven," say the Trumpets, "Many feet have worn it and the road is old ...
Written for John Lockwood Kipling's They killed a Child to please the Gods In Earth's young penitence, And I have ...
Within our thanks giving our offering of praise thanks to our father who has given us so much humble penitence ...
David, oh David how I know your sin your turn to the pleasures the temptation in your eyes weakness of ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
FLORENTINE we now design to show;-- A greater blockhead ne'er appeared below; It seems a prudent woman he had wed, ...
1 Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
Oh, may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their ...
Look, look, master, here comes two religious caterpillars. The Jew of Malta. POLYPHILOPROGENITIVE The sapient sutlers of the Lord Drift ...
Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers, Is reason to the soul; and ...
Yes, it was like you to forget, And cancel in the welcome of your smile My deep arrears of debt, ...
TO the assembled folk At great St. Kavin's spoke Young Brother Amiel on Christmas Eve; I give you joy, my ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
WE air tired who follow after Phantasy and truth that flies: You with only look and laughter Stain our hearts ...
WHEN the unquiet hours depart And far away their tumults cease, Within the twilight of the heart We bathe in ...
They met, and overwhelming her distrust With penitence, he praised away her fear; They married, and Job gave him half ...
In these deep solitudes and awful cells, Where heav'nly-pensive contemplation dwells, And ever-musing melancholy reigns; What means this tumult in ...
This, no song of an ingénue, This, no ballad of innocence; This, the rhyme of a lady who Followed ever ...
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