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1 80| the Porter's shoulder-knot a-creaking!"~
2 51| long in this Clay suburb to abide?~
3 18| Sultan with his Pomp~ Abode his Hour or two and went
4 | above
5 45| Grape that can with Logic absolute~ The Two-and-Seventy
6 56| Existence closing your~ Account, should lose, or know the
7 52| Sultan to the realm of Death addrest;~ The Sultan rises,
8 53| Some letter of that After-life to spell:~ And after
9 44| lately, by the Tavern Door agape,~ Came stealing through
10 86| LXXXVI.~ Alas, that Spring should vanish
11 45| confute:~ The subtle Alchemest that in a Trice~
12 | alone
13 18| Whose Doorways are alternate Night and Day,~ How
14 | am
15 40| Of Being from the Well amid the Waste --~ And
16 5 | But still the Vine her ancient ruby yields,~ And
17 16| Ashes -- or it prospers; and anon,~ Like Snow upon
18 84| My thread-bare Penitence apieces tore.~
19 29| and Saint, and heard great Argument~ About it and about;
20 73| Ramazan, ere the better Moon arose,~ In that old Potter'
21 74| Earthen Lot~ Some could articulate, while others not:~
22 36| that with fugitive~ Articulation answer'd, once did live,~
23 51| Soul can fling the Dust aside,~ And naked on the
24 34| itself I cried,~ Asking, "What Lamp had Destiny
25 19| great Hunter -- the Wild Ass~ Stamps o'er his
26 17| Alike to no such aureate Earth are turn'd~
27 33| Some little talk awhile of Me and Thee~ There
28 50| all but Stories, which, awoke from Sleep,~ They
29 77| sneer at me for leaning all awry;~ What! did the Hand
30 59| Ball no Question makes of Ayes and Noes,~ But Right
31 8 | Whether at Naishapur or Babylon,~ Whether the Cup
32 19| drank deep:~ And Bahram, that great Hunter -- the
33 59| LIX.~ The Ball no Question makes of Ayes
34 43| house;~ Divorced old barren Reason from my Bed,~
35 66| Dervish flout;~ Of my Base metal may be filed a Key,~
36 72| Oh, Thou, who Man of baser Earth didst make,~
37 18| Think, in this batter'd Caravanserai~ Whose
38 44| Dusk an Angel Shape~ Bearing a Vessel on his Shoulder;
39 43| old barren Reason from my Bed,~ And took the Daughter
40 | behind
41 53| return'd~ And said, "Behold, Myself am Heav'n and Hell."~
42 82| Air,~ As not a True Believer passing by~ But shall
43 22| XXII.~ Ah, my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears~
44 | below
45 24| Ourselves must we beneath the Couch of Earth~
46 71| pitfall and with gin~ Beset the Road I was to wander
47 | Beside
48 23| loved, the loveliest and best~ That Time and Fate
49 44| Shoulder; and~ He bid me taste of it; and 'twas --
50 88| Would not we shatter it to bits -- and then~ Re-mould
51 72| the Face of Man~ Is blacken'd, Man's Forgiveness give --
52 46| of God, who dare~ Blaspheme the twisted tendril as Snare?~
53 20| where some buried Caesar bled;~ That every Hyacinth
54 46| tendril as Snare?~ A Blessing, we should use it, should
55 34| Dark?"~ And -- "A blind Understanding!" Heav'n replied.~
56 24| and Summer dresses in new Bloom,~ Ourselves must
57 15| says, "into the World I blow:~ At once the silken
58 31| not Whither, willy-nilly blowing.~
59 28| The Flower that once has blown forever dies.~
60 81| provide,~ And wash my Body whence the Life has died,~
61 12| XII.~ A Book of Verses underneath the
62 39| Ah, fill the Cup: -- what boots it to repeat~ How
63 48| Shadow-show,~ Play'd in a Box whose Candle is the Sun,~
64 76| Why, ne'er a peevish Boy,~ Would break the
65 86| Nightingale that in the Branches sang,~ Ah, whence,
66 43| my Friends, with what a brave Carouse~ I made a
67 12| A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread, -- and Thou~ Beside
68 14| Breathe out the very Breath we now breathe in!~
69 55| Rose blows along the River Brink,~ With old Khayyam
70 68| Everlasting Penalties, if broke!~
71 56| pour'd~ Millions of Bubbls like us, and will pour.~
72 50| before us, and as Prophets burn'd,~ Are all but Stories,
73 81| Vine-leaf wrapt,~ So bury me by some sweet Garden-side.~
74 85| wonder what the Vintners buy~ One half so precious
75 79| Methinks I might recover by-and-by!"~
76 20| Rose as where some buried Caesar bled;~ That every
77 60| Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,~ Nor
78 48| Play'd in a Box whose Candle is the Sun,~ Round
79 40| And Lo! the phantom Caravan has reach'd~ The
80 18| Think, in this batter'd Caravanserai~ Whose Doorways are
81 43| Friends, with what a brave Carouse~ I made a Second
82 13| come;~ Ah, take the Cash, and let the Promise go,~
83 32| Up from Earth's Centre through the Seventh Gate~
84 61| but one Link in an eternal Chain~ That none can slip,
85 6 | Rose~ That yellow Cheek of hers to incarnadine.~
86 58| LVIII.~ 'Tis all a Chequer-board of Nights and Days~
87 34| guide~ Her little Children stumbling in the Dark?"~
88 22| Beloved, fill the Cup that clears~ To-day of past Regrets
89 66| which about~ If clings my Being -- let the Dervish
90 38| roll'd~ Of such a clod of saturated Earth~
91 58| And one by one back in the Closet lays.~
92 56| fear not lest Existence closing your~ Account, should
93 3 | III.~ And, as the Cock crew, those who stood before~
94 36| And merry-make, and the cold Lip I kiss'd,~ How
95 57| last,~ Which of our Coming and Departure heeds~
96 45| Two-and-Seventy jarring Sects confute:~ The subtle Alchemest
97 68| Nothing to provoke~ A conscious Something to resent the
98 88| could thou and I with Fate conspire~ To grasp this sorry
99 67| Kindle to Love, or Wrath -- consume me quite,~ One Glimpse
100 69| for a Debt we never did contract,~ And cannot answer --
101 62| Whereunder crawling coop't we live and die,~
102 47| be:~ And, in some corner of the Hubbub couch'd,~
103 19| Lizard keep~ The Courts where Jamshyd gloried and
104 70| Would kick so poor a Coward from the place.~
105 62| Sky,~ Whereunder crawling coop't we live and die,~
106 63| Yea, the first Morning of Creation wrote~ What the Last
107 69| What! from his helpless Creature be repaid~ Pure Gold
108 83| long~ Have done my Credit in Men's Eye much wrong:~
109 23| And one by one crept silently to Rest.~
110 3 | And, as the Cock crew, those who stood before~
111 46| we not?~ And if a Curse -- why, then, Who set it
112 41| the tresses of~ The Cypress-slender Minister of Wine.~
113 46| Juice the growth of God, who dare~ Blaspheme the twisted
114 55| when the Angel with his darker Draught~ Draws up
115 43| Bed,~ And took the Daughter of the Vine to Spouse.~
116 6 | VI.~ And David's Lips are lock't; but in
117 52| A Sultan to the realm of Death addrest;~ The Sultan
118 69| dross-allay'd --~ Sue for a Debt we never did contract,~
119 19| Jamshyd gloried and drank deep:~ And Bahram, that
120 89| Ah, Moon of my Delight who know'st no wane,~
121 21| XXI.~ And this delightful Herb whose tender Green~
122 3 | stay,~ And, once departed, may return no more."~
123 57| Which of our Coming and Departure heeds~ As much as
124 66| clings my Being -- let the Dervish flout;~ Of my Base
125 4 | the New Year reviving old Desires,~ The thoughtful
126 64| To-morrow's Silence, Triumph, or Despair:~ Drink! for you
127 76| Fancy, in an after Rage destroy?"~
128 72| And who with Eden didst devise the Snake;~ For all
129 50| The Revelations of Devout and Learn'd~ Who
130 62| crawling coop't we live and die,~ Lift not thy hands
131 81| Body whence the Life has died,~ And in a Windingsheet
132 28| that once has blown forever dies.~
133 87| One glimpse -- If dimly, yet indeed, reveal'd~
134 49| the Road,~ Which to discover we must travel too.~
135 27| the Saints and Sages who discuss'd~ Of the Two Worlds
136 42| This and That endeavor and dispute;~ Better be merry
137 13| Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!~
138 11| strown~ That just divides the desert from the sown,~
139 43| Marriage in my house;~ Divorced old barren Reason from my
140 | do
141 | done
142 18| Caravanserai~ Whose Doorways are alternate Night and
143 55| the Angel with his darker Draught~ Draws up to Thee --
144 55| his darker Draught~ Draws up to Thee -- take that,
145 2 | II.~ Dreaming when Dawn's Left Hand was
146 24| They left, and Summer dresses in new Bloom,~ Ourselves
147 20| the Garden wears~ Dropt in its Lap from some once
148 69| Gold for what he lent us dross-allay'd --~ Sue for a Debt
149 83| much wrong:~ Have drown'd my Honour in a shallow
150 13| the rumble of a distant Drum!~
151 23| Vintage prest,~ Have drunk their Cup a Round or two
152 17| As, buried once, Men want dug up again.~
153 16| Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face~ Lighting a
154 29| Myself when young did eagerly frequent~ Doctor
155 1 | And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught~ The Sultan'
156 72| make,~ And who with Eden didst devise the Snake;~
157 54| Ourselves,~ So late emerg'd from, shall so soon expire.~
158 90| made one -- turn down an empty Glass!~ ~TAMAM SHUD~ ~
159 75| the common Earth was ta'en,~ That He who subtly
160 | End
161 42| Of This and That endeavor and dispute;~ Better
162 71| Predestin'd Evil round~ Enmesh me, and impute my Fall to
163 12| Wilderness were Paradise enow!~
164 88| this sorry Scheme of Things entire,~ Would not we shatter
165 73| Close~ Of Ramazan, ere the better Moon arose,~
166 90| And in your joyous errand reach the spot~ Where
167 82| LXXXII.~ That ev'n my buried Ashes such a
168 73| Listen again. One Evening at the Close~ Of
169 68| Pleasure, under pain~ Of Everlasting Penalties, if broke!~
170 29| About it and about; but evermore~ Came out by the
171 | every
172 71| will not with Predestin'd Evil round~ Enmesh me,
173 56| And fear not lest Existence closing your~ Account,
174 54| emerg'd from, shall so soon expire.~
175 83| done my Credit in Men's Eye much wrong:~ Have
176 81| Ah, with the Grape my fading Life provide,~ And
177 87| reveal'd~ To which the fainting Traveller might spring,~
178 71| Enmesh me, and impute my Fall to Sin?~
179 8 | The Leaves of Life kep falling one by one.~
180 79| But, fill me with the old familiar Juice,~ Methinks
181 76| in pure Love~ And Fancy, in an after Rage destroy?"~
182 56| LVI.~ And fear not lest Existence closing
183 22| past Regrets and future Fears --~ To-morrow? --
184 39| slipping underneath our Feet:~ Unborn To-morrow,
185 50| They told their fellows, and to Sleep return'd.~
186 52| Sultan rises, and the dark Ferrash~ Strikes, and prepares
187 66| The Vine has struck a fiber: which about~ If
188 48| Round which we Phantom Figures come and go.~
189 66| Of my Base metal may be filed a Key,~ That shall
190 60| LX.~ The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,~
191 41| resign,~ And lose your fingers in the tresses of~
192 65| Over the shoulders of the flaming Foal~ Of Heav'n Parwin
193 21| whose tender Green~ Fledges the River's Lip on which
194 28| thing is certain, that Life flies;~ One thing is certain,
195 1 | Stone that puts the Stars to Flight:~ And Lo! the Hunter
196 66| Being -- let the Dervish flout;~ Of my Base metal
197 28| Rest is Lies;~ The Flower that once has blown forever
198 31| like Water willy-nilly flowing:~ And out of it,
199 86| Ah, whence, and whither flown again, who knows!~
200 7 | a little way~ To fly -- and Lo! the Bird is on
201 65| shoulders of the flaming Foal~ Of Heav'n Parwin
202 14| XIV.~ Were it not Folly, Spider-like to spin~
203 27| are thrust~ Like foolish Prophets forth; their Works
204 26| Darkness cries~ "Fools! Your Reward is neither
205 28| Flower that once has blown forever dies.~
206 72| Is blacken'd, Man's Forgiveness give -- and take!~
207 27| Like foolish Prophets forth; their Works to Scorn~
208 | found
209 87| Would but the Desert of the Fountain yield~ One glimpse --
210 29| Myself when young did eagerly frequent~ Doctor and Saint,
211 39| dead Yesterday,~ Why fret about them if To-day be
212 43| XLIII.~ You know, my Friends, with what a brave Carouse~
213 42| sadden after none, or bitter, fruit.~
214 42| Better be merry with the fruitful Grape~ Than sadden
215 36| think the Vessel, that with fugitive~ Articulation answer'
216 54| Heav'n but the Vision of fulfill'd Desire,~ And Hell
217 22| To-day of past Regrets and future Fears --~ To-morrow? --
218 47| Hubbub couch'd,~ Make Game of that which makes as much
219 81| So bury me by some sweet Garden-side.~
220 7 | Spring~ The Winter Garment of Repentance fling:~
221 32| Centre through the Seventh Gate~ I rose, and on the
222 38| Down Man's successive generations roll'd~ Of such a
223 71| didst with pitfall and with gin~ Beset the Road I
224 90| one -- turn down an empty Glass!~ ~TAMAM SHUD~ ~
225 19| The Courts where Jamshyd gloried and drank deep:~
226 13| XIII.~ Some for the Glories of This World; and some~
227 65| When, starting from the Goal,~ Over the shoulders
228 46| this Juice the growth of God, who dare~ Blaspheme
229 59| Left, as strikes the Player goes;~ And he that toss'
230 85| half so precious as the Goods they sell.~
231 70| will not call Injustice Grace;~ Not one Good Fellow
232 17| who husbanded the Golden Grain,~ And those who flung
233 88| Fate conspire~ To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things
234 90| Guests star-scatter'd on the Grass,~ And in your joyous
235 21| delightful Herb whose tender Green~ Fledges the River'
236 4 | out, and Jesus from the Ground suspires.~
237 30| own hand labour'd it to grow:~ And this was all
238 46| Why, be this Juice the growth of God, who dare~
239 52| prepares it for another guest.~
240 90| shall pass~ Among the Guests star-scatter'd on the Grass,~
241 34| What Lamp had Destiny to guide~ Her little Children
242 | had
243 40| XL.~ A Moment's Halt -- a momentary taste~
244 62| die,~ Lift not thy hands to it for help -- for It~
245 40| set out from -- Oh, make haste!~
246 10| him as he will,~ Or Hatim Tai cry Supper -- heed them
247 60| Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,~ Moves on:
248 88| Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire!~
249 16| Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon~ Turns Ashes --
250 51| And naked on the Air of Heaven ride,~ Is't not a
251 57| our Coming and Departure heeds~ As much as Ocean
252 62| not thy hands to it for help -- for It~ Rolls
253 69| What! from his helpless Creature be repaid~
254 21| And this delightful Herb whose tender Green~
255 | Here
256 | hereafter
257 | hers
258 6 | t; but in divine~ High piping Pehlevi, with "Wine!
259 58| for Pieces plays:~ Hither and thither moves, and mates,
260 85| robb'd me of my Robe of Honor -- well,~ I often
261 83| Have drown'd my Honour in a shallow Cup,~
262 16| XVI.~ The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon~
263 43| a Second Marriage in my house;~ Divorced old barren
264 66| shall unlock the Door he howls without.~
265 47| And, in some corner of the Hubbub couch'd,~ Make Game
266 17| XVII.~ And those who husbanded the Golden Grain,~
267 20| bled;~ That every Hyacinth the Garden wears~
268 83| LXXXIII.~ Indeed the Idols I have loved so long~
269 2 | II.~ Dreaming when Dawn'
270 3 | III.~ And, as the Cock
271 74| And suddenly one more impatient cried --~ "Who is
272 62| for It~ Rolls impotently on as Thou or I.~
273 71| round~ Enmesh me, and impute my Fall to Sin?~
274 6 | yellow Cheek of hers to incarnadine.~
275 85| much as Wine has play'd the Infidel,~ And robb'd me of
276 70| I swear I will not call Injustice Grace;~ Not one Good
277 62| LXII.~ And that inverted Bowl we call The Sky,~
278 53| sent my Soul through the Invisible,~ Some letter of
279 5 | V.~ Iram indeed is gone with all
280 4 | IV.~ Now the New Year
281 9 | IX.~ Morning a thousand
282 45| The Two-and-Seventy jarring Sects confute:~ The
283 4 | Bough~ Puts out, and Jesus from the Ground suspires.~
284 80| seeking:~ And then they jogg'd each other, "Brother!
285 76| Bowl from which he drank in Joy;~ Shall He that made
286 90| Grass,~ And in your joyous errand reach the spot~
287 12| underneath the Bough,~ A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread, --
288 11| Herbage strown~ That just divides the desert from
289 10| Of Kaikobad and Kaikhosru forgot:~ Let Rustum
290 19| the Lion and the Lizard keep~ The Courts where
291 8 | The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop,~
292 8 | The Leaves of Life kep falling one by one.~
293 70| Tavern but~ Would kick so poor a Coward from the
294 67| one True Light,~ Kindle to Love, or Wrath -- consume
295 36| merry-make, and the cold Lip I kiss'd,~ How many Kisses
296 36| kiss'd,~ How many Kisses might it take -- and give!~
297 63| Clay They did the Last Man knead,~ And then of the
298 32| Saturn sate,~ And many Knots unravel'd by the Road;~
299 31| this Universe, and Why not knowing,~ Nor Whence, like
300 50| L.~ The Revelations
301 30| And with my own hand labour'd it to grow:~ And
302 34| cried,~ Asking, "What Lamp had Destiny to guide~
303 20| wears~ Dropt in its Lap from some once lovely Head.~
304 54| which Ourselves,~ So late emerg'd from, shall so soon
305 44| XLIV.~ And lately, by the Tavern Door agape,~
306 15| about us -- "Lo,~ Laughing," she says, "into the World
307 10| forgot:~ Let Rustum lay about him as he will,~
308 58| by one back in the Closet lays.~
309 45| in a Trice~ Life's leaden Metal into Gold transmute.~
310 77| They sneer at me for leaning all awry;~ What!
311 27| Of the Two Worlds so learnedly, are thrust~ Like
312 69| Pure Gold for what he lent us dross-allay'd --~
313 56| LVI.~ And fear not lest Existence closing your~
314 53| Invisible,~ Some letter of that After-life to spell:~
315 51| LI.~ Why, if the Soul
316 25| Dust, and under Dust, to lie;~ Sans Wine, sans
317 28| certain, and the Rest is Lies;~ The Flower that
318 62| we live and die,~ Lift not thy hands to it for
319 16| Desert's dusty Face~ Lighting a little Hour or two --
320 21| Ah, lean upon it lightly! for who knows~ From
321 52| LII.~ But that is but
322 53| LIII.~ I sent my Soul
323 60| it back to cancel half a Line,~ Nor all thy Tears
324 61| each~ Is but one Link in an eternal Chain~
325 19| XIX.~ They say the Lion and the Lizard keep~
326 6 | VI.~ And David's Lips are lock't; but in divine~
327 2 | Cup~ Before Life's Liquor in its Cup be dry."~
328 73| LXXIII.~ Listen again. One Evening at the
329 54| LIV.~ Heav'n but the
330 59| LIX.~ The Ball no Question
331 19| They say the Lion and the Lizard keep~ The Courts
332 12| A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread, -- and Thou~
333 6 | And David's Lips are lock't; but in divine~
334 45| The Grape that can with Logic absolute~ The Two-and-Seventy
335 79| Then said another with a long-drawn Sigh,~ "My Clay with
336 67| Better than in the Temple lost outright.~
337 23| Lo! some we loved, the loveliest and best~ That Time
338 78| toss to Hell~ The luckless Pots he marred in making --
339 60| Piety nor Wit~ Shall lure it back to cancel half a
340 55| LV.~ While the Rose
341 56| LVI.~ And fear not lest
342 57| LVII.~ When You and I
343 58| LVIII.~ 'Tis all a Chequer-board
344 60| LX.~ The Moving Finger
345 61| LXI.~ For let Philosopher
346 62| LXII.~ And that inverted
347 63| LXIII.~ With Earth's first
348 64| LXIV.~ Yesterday This
349 69| LXIX.~ What! from his
350 65| LXV.~ I tell You this --
351 66| LXVI.~ The Vine has struck
352 67| LXVII.~ And this I know:
353 68| LXVIII.~ What! out of senseless
354 70| LXX.~ Nay, but for terror
355 71| LXXI.~ Oh Thou, who didst
356 72| LXXII.~ Oh, Thou, who Man
357 73| LXXIII.~ Listen again.
358 74| LXXIV.~ And, strange to
359 79| LXXIX.~ Then said another
360 75| LXXV.~ Then said another -- "
361 76| LXXVI.~ Another said -- "
362 77| LXXVII.~ None answer'd this;
363 78| LXXVIII.~ "Why," said another, "
364 80| LXXX.~ So while the Vessels
365 81| LXXXI.~ Ah, with the Grape
366 82| LXXXII.~ That ev'n my buried
367 83| LXXXIII.~ Indeed the Idols
368 84| LXXXIV.~ Indeed, indeed,
369 89| LXXXIX.~ Ah, Moon of my
370 85| LXXXV.~ And much as Wine
371 86| LXXXVI.~ Alas, that Spring
372 87| LXXXVII.~ Would but the Desert
373 88| LXXXVIII.~ Ah Love! could
374 64| Yesterday This Day's Madness did prepare;~ To-morrow'
375 48| Tis nothing but a Magic Shadow-show,~ Play'
376 11| And Peace is Mahmud on his Golden Throne!~
377 38| Earth~ Cast by the Maker into Human mould?~
378 78| luckless Pots he marred in making -- Pish!~ He's a
379 86| That Youth's sweet-scented Manuscript should close!~ The
380 37| XXXVII.~ For in the Market-place, one Dusk of Day,~
381 78| The luckless Pots he marred in making -- Pish!~
382 43| I made a Second Marriage in my house;~ Divorced
383 32| Road;~ But not the Master-Knot of Human Fate.~
384 58| Hither and thither moves, and mates, and slays,~ And
385 36| once did live,~ And merry-make, and the cold Lip I kiss'
386 79| familiar Juice,~ Methinks I might recover by-and-by!"~
387 56| Bowl has pour'd~ Millions of Bubbls like us, and will
388 41| The Cypress-slender Minister of Wine.~
389 40| XL.~ A Moment's Halt -- a momentary taste~
390 40| A Moment's Halt -- a momentary taste~ Of Being from
391 9 | And this first Summer month that brings the Rose~
392 4 | Where the White Hand of Moses on the Bough~ Puts
393 | most
394 38| by the Maker into Human mould?~
395 27| Are scatter'd, and their Mouths are stopt with Dust.~
396 60| LX.~ The Moving Finger writes; and, having
397 26| To-morrow stare,~ A Muezzin from the Tower of Darkness
398 65| Of Heav'n Parwin and Mushtari they flung,~ In my
399 49| is it not? that of the myriads who~ Before us pass'
400 5 | And Jamshyd's Sev'n-ring'd Cup where no one Knows;~
401 8 | VIII.~ Whether at Naishapur or Babylon,~ Whether
402 51| Dust aside,~ And naked on the Air of Heaven ride,~
403 11| the sown,~ Where name of Slave and Sultan is forgot --~
404 70| LXX.~ Nay, but for terror of his wrathful
405 76| Another said -- "Why, ne'er a peevish Boy,~
406 88| then~ Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire!~
407 | neither
408 58| Tis all a Chequer-board of Nights and Days~ Where Destiny
409 59| Question makes of Ayes and Noes,~ But Right or Left,
410 1 | The Sultan's Turret in a Noose of Light.~
411 19| Wild Ass~ Stamps o'er his Head, but cannot
412 37| And with its all obliterated Tongue~ It murmur'
413 79| My Clay with long oblivion is gone dry:~ But,
414 57| heeds~ As much as Ocean of a pebble-cast.~
415 | often
416 2 | Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup~
417 8 | The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop,~ The
418 3 | The Tavern shouted -- "Open then the Door!~ You
419 | other
420 | others
421 67| than in the Temple lost outright.~
422 | Over
423 61| can slip, nor break, nor over-reach.~
424 82| by~ But shall be overtaken unaware.~
425 | own
426 68| unpermitted Pleasure, under pain~ Of Everlasting Penalties,
427 65| flaming Foal~ Of Heav'n Parwin and Mushtari they flung,~
428 82| As not a True Believer passing by~ But shall be
429 11| is forgot --~ And Peace is Mahmud on his Golden
430 57| As much as Ocean of a pebble-cast.~
431 76| Another said -- "Why, ne'er a peevish Boy,~ Would break
432 6 | divine~ High piping Pehlevi, with "Wine! Wine! Wine!~
433 68| pain~ Of Everlasting Penalties, if broke!~
434 84| Rose-in-hand~ My thread-bare Penitence apieces tore.~
435 82| such a Snare~ Of Perfume shall fling up into the
436 61| LXI.~ For let Philosopher and Doctor preach~
437 58| Where Destiny with Men for Pieces plays:~ Hither and
438 60| Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit~ Shall lure
439 6 | but in divine~ High piping Pehlevi, with "Wine! Wine!
440 78| Pots he marred in making -- Pish!~ He's a Good Fellow,
441 71| Oh Thou, who didst with pitfall and with gin~ Beset
442 70| so poor a Coward from the place.~
443 41| XLI.~ Oh, plagued no more with Human or Divine,~
444 59| or Left, as strikes the Player goes;~ And he that
445 58| Destiny with Men for Pieces plays:~ Hither and thither
446 68| yoke~ Of unpermitted Pleasure, under pain~ Of Everlasting
447 65| In my predestin'd Plot of Dust and Soul.~
448 18| Sultan after Sultan with his Pomp~ Abode his Hour or
449 73| alone~ With the clay Population round in Rows.~
450 80| Brother!~ Now for the Porter's shoulder-knot a-creaking!"~
451 74| Potter, pray, and who the Pot?"~
452 78| Hell~ The luckless Pots he marred in making -- Pish!~
453 61| let Philosopher and Doctor preach~ Of what they will,
454 85| buy~ One half so precious as the Goods they sell.~
455 52| Ferrash~ Strikes, and prepares it for another guest.~
456 14| spin~ The Thread of present Life away to win --~
457 23| Fate of all their Vintage prest,~ Have drunk their
458 13| take the Cash, and let the Promise go,~ Nor heed the
459 13| some~ Sigh for the Prophet's Paradise to come;~
460 16| Turns Ashes -- or it prospers; and anon,~ Like
461 81| the Grape my fading Life provide,~ And wash my Body
462 68| of senseless Nothing to provoke~ A conscious Something
463 15| the silken Tassel of my Purse~ Tear, and its Treasure
464 42| your Hour, nor in the vain pursuit~ Of This and That
465 47| and with me~ The Quarrel of the Universe let be:~
466 59| LIX.~ The Ball no Question makes of Ayes and Noes,~
467 67| or Wrath -- consume me quite,~ One Glimpse of
468 76| And Fancy, in an after Rage destroy?"~
469 17| flung it to the Winds like Rain,~ Alike to no such
470 73| at the Close~ Of Ramazan, ere the better Moon arose,~
471 88| bits -- and then~ Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's
472 63| Dawn of Reckoning shall read.~
473 52| A Sultan to the realm of Death addrest;~
474 30| was all the Harvest that I reap'd --~ "I came like
475 43| Divorced old barren Reason from my Bed,~ And
476 63| What the Last Dawn of Reckoning shall read.~
477 79| Methinks I might recover by-and-by!"~
478 22| clears~ To-day of past Regrets and future Fears --~
479 69| his helpless Creature be repaid~ Pure Gold for what
480 39| Cup: -- what boots it to repeat~ How Time is slipping
481 34| blind Understanding!" Heav'n replied.~
482 83| Cup,~ And sold my Reputation for a Song.~
483 68| A conscious Something to resent the yoke~ Of unpermitted
484 41| To-morrow's tangle to itself resign,~ And lose your fingers
485 4 | thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires,~ Where the White
486 49| through~ Not one returns to tell us of the Road,~
487 87| If dimly, yet indeed, reveal'd~ To which the fainting
488 50| L.~ The Revelations of Devout and Learn'd~
489 4 | Now the New Year reviving old Desires,~ The
490 26| cries~ "Fools! Your Reward is neither Here nor There!"~
491 51| naked on the Air of Heaven ride,~ Is't not a shame --
492 59| Ayes and Noes,~ But Right or Left, as strikes the
493 52| addrest;~ The Sultan rises, and the dark Ferrash~
494 85| the Infidel,~ And robb'd me of my Robe of Honor --
495 85| And robb'd me of my Robe of Honor -- well,~
496 38| s successive generations roll'd~ Of such a clod
497 34| XXXIV.~ Then to the rolling Heav'n itself I cried,~
498 62| for help -- for It~ Rolls impotently on as Thou or
499 24| that now make merry in the Room~ They left, and Summer
500 84| and then came Spring, and Rose-in-hand~ My thread-bare Penitence
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