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501 9 | Morning a thousand Roses brings, you say;~
502 73| clay Population round in Rows.~
503 13| go,~ Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!~
504 8 | Cup with sweet or bitter run,~ The Wine of Life
505 10| Kaikhosru forgot:~ Let Rustum lay about him as he will,~
506 42| fruitful Grape~ Than sadden after none, or bitter, fruit.~
507 27| Why, all the Saints and Sages who discuss'd~ Of
508 29| frequent~ Doctor and Saint, and heard great Argument~
509 27| XXVII.~ Why, all the Saints and Sages who discuss'd~
510 86| Nightingale that in the Branches sang,~ Ah, whence, and
511 32| on the Throne of Saturn sate,~ And many Knots
512 38| Of such a clod of saturated Earth~ Cast by the
513 32| rose, and on the Throne of Saturn sate,~ And many Knots
514 15| Laughing," she says, "into the World I blow:~
515 27| Works to Scorn~ Are scatter'd, and their Mouths are
516 88| To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire,~
517 27| Prophets forth; their Works to Scorn~ Are scatter'd, and
518 43| Carouse~ I made a Second Marriage in my house;~
519 35| Urn~ I lean'd, the secret Well of Life to learn:~
520 45| Two-and-Seventy jarring Sects confute:~ The subtle
521 33| through which I could not see:~ Some little talk
522 80| look'd in that all were seeking:~ And then they jogg'
523 85| precious as the Goods they sell.~
524 68| LXVIII.~ What! out of senseless Nothing to provoke~
525 53| LIII.~ I sent my Soul through the Invisible,~
526 32| Earth's Centre through the Seventh Gate~ I rose, and
527 54| Desire,~ And Hell the Shadow of a Soul on fire,~
528 48| Tis nothing but a Magic Shadow-show,~ Play'd in a Box
529 77| Hand then of the Potter shake?"~
530 83| Have drown'd my Honour in a shallow Cup,~ And sold my
531 88| entire,~ Would not we shatter it to bits -- and then~
532 73| In that old Potter's Shop I stood alone~ With
533 44| Bearing a Vessel on his Shoulder; and~ He bid me taste
534 80| Now for the Porter's shoulder-knot a-creaking!"~
535 65| the Goal,~ Over the shoulders of the flaming Foal~
536 3 | before~ The Tavern shouted -- "Open then the Door!~
537 55| take that, and do not shrink.~
538 90| an empty Glass!~ ~TAMAM SHUD~ ~
539 23| And one by one crept silently to Rest.~
540 15| blow:~ At once the silken Tassel of my Purse~
541 25| Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and -- sans End!~
542 12| and Thou~ Beside me singing in the Wilderness --~
543 11| sown,~ Where name of Slave and Sultan is forgot --~
544 58| thither moves, and mates, and slays,~ And one by one
545 61| Chain~ That none can slip, nor break, nor over-reach.~
546 39| repeat~ How Time is slipping underneath our Feet:~
547 72| with Eden didst devise the Snake;~ For all the Sin
548 77| ungainly Make:~ "They sneer at me for leaning all awry;~
549 16| and anon,~ Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty
550 84| I swore -- but was I sober when I swore?~ And
551 83| shallow Cup,~ And sold my Reputation for a Song.~
552 4 | The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires,~ Where the
553 | Something
554 | sometimes
555 54| late emerg'd from, shall so soon expire.~
556 11| divides the desert from the sown,~ Where name of Slave
557 77| this; but after Silence spake~ A Vessel of a more
558 80| Vessels one by one were speaking,~ The Little Moon
559 53| letter of that After-life to spell:~ And after many
560 25| most of what we may yet spend,~ Before we too into
561 14| Were it not Folly, Spider-like to spin~ The Thread
562 14| not Folly, Spider-like to spin~ The Thread of present
563 90| joyous errand reach the spot~ Where I made one --
564 43| Daughter of the Vine to Spouse.~
565 89| Moon of my Delight who know'st no wane,~ The Moon
566 75| into Shape~ Should stamp me back to common Earth
567 19| the Wild Ass~ Stamps o'er his Head, but cannot
568 90| Among the Guests star-scatter'd on the Grass,~
569 26| that after some To-morrow stare,~ A Muezzin from
570 1 | the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight:~ And Lo!
571 65| I tell You this -- When, starting from the Goal,~ Over
572 3 | little while we have to stay,~ And, once departed,
573 44| Door agape,~ Came stealing through the Dusk an Angel
574 1 | Night~ Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight:~
575 27| d, and their Mouths are stopt with Dust.~
576 50| burn'd,~ Are all but Stories, which, awoke from Sleep,~
577 38| And has not such a Story from of Old~ Down
578 11| With me along the strip of Herbage strown~
579 11| along the strip of Herbage strown~ That just divides
580 66| LXVI.~ The Vine has struck a fiber: which about~
581 34| Her little Children stumbling in the Dark?"~ And -- "
582 75| Surely not in vain~ My Substance from the common Earth was
583 45| Sects confute:~ The subtle Alchemest that in a Trice~
584 75| en,~ That He who subtly wrought me into Shape~
585 51| So long in this Clay suburb to abide?~
586 38| of Old~ Down Man's successive generations roll'd~
587 74| others not:~ And suddenly one more impatient cried --~ "
588 69| dross-allay'd --~ Sue for a Debt we never did
589 48| Box whose Candle is the Sun,~ Round which we
590 10| Or Hatim Tai cry Supper -- heed them not.~
591 75| Then said another -- "Surely not in vain~ My Substance
592 4 | and Jesus from the Ground suspires.~
593 70| wrathful Face,~ I swear I will not call Injustice
594 86| Rose!~ That Youth's sweet-scented Manuscript should close!~
595 75| from the common Earth was ta'en,~ That He who
596 10| he will,~ Or Hatim Tai cry Supper -- heed them
597 90| turn down an empty Glass!~ ~TAMAM SHUD~ ~
598 41| Divine,~ To-morrow's tangle to itself resign,~
599 15| At once the silken Tassel of my Purse~ Tear,
600 15| Tassel of my Purse~ Tear, and its Treasure on the
601 60| Line,~ Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.~
602 67| Better than in the Temple lost outright.~
603 21| this delightful Herb whose tender Green~ Fledges the
604 46| Blaspheme the twisted tendril as Snare?~ A Blessing,
605 52| But that is but a Tent wherein may rest~
606 70| LXX.~ Nay, but for terror of his wrathful Face,~
607 88| grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire,~ Would not
608 58| plays:~ Hither and thither moves, and mates, and slays,~
609 4 | old Desires,~ The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires,~
610 14| Spider-like to spin~ The Thread of present Life away to
611 84| Rose-in-hand~ My thread-bare Penitence apieces tore.~
612 78| tell~ Of one who threatens he will toss to Hell~
613 15| its Treasure on the Garden throw."~
614 27| Worlds so learnedly, are thrust~ Like foolish Prophets
615 37| I watch'd the Potter thumping his wet Clay:~ And
616 50| from Sleep,~ They told their fellows, and to Sleep
617 37| with its all obliterated Tongue~ It murmur'd -- "
618 43| from my Bed,~ And took the Daughter of the Vine
619 84| thread-bare Penitence apieces tore.~
620 26| A Muezzin from the Tower of Darkness cries~ "
621 69| cannot answer -- Oh the sorry trade!~
622 87| As springs the trampled herbage of the field!~
623 45| s leaden Metal into Gold transmute.~
624 49| Which to discover we must travel too.~
625 87| To which the fainting Traveller might spring,~ As
626 15| Purse~ Tear, and its Treasure on the Garden throw."~
627 41| lose your fingers in the tresses of~ The Cypress-slender
628 45| subtle Alchemest that in a Trice~ Life's leaden Metal
629 64| To-morrow's Silence, Triumph, or Despair:~ Drink!
630 16| their Hearts upon~ Turns Ashes -- or it prospers;
631 1 | caught~ The Sultan's Turret in a Noose of Light.~
632 44| bid me taste of it; and 'twas -- the Grape!~
633 78| He's a Good Fellow, and 'twill all be well."~
634 46| dare~ Blaspheme the twisted tendril as Snare?~
635 45| Logic absolute~ The Two-and-Seventy jarring Sects confute:~
636 56| should lose, or know the type no more;~ The Eternal
637 82| But shall be overtaken unaware.~
638 39| underneath our Feet:~ Unborn To-morrow, and dead Yesterday,~
639 34| And -- "A blind Understanding!" Heav'n replied.~
640 77| A Vessel of a more ungainly Make:~ "They sneer
641 66| Key,~ That shall unlock the Door he howls without.~
642 68| resent the yoke~ Of unpermitted Pleasure, under pain~
643 32| And many Knots unravel'd by the Road;~ But
644 21| once lovely Lip it springs unseen!~
645 35| Lip of this poor earthen Urn~ I lean'd, the secret
646 46| A Blessing, we should use it, should we not?~
647 5 | V.~ Iram indeed is
648 86| Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose!~ That
649 12| XII.~ A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,~
650 | very
651 80| LXXX.~ So while the Vessels one by one were speaking,~
652 6 | VI.~ And David's Lips
653 7 | VII.~ Come, fill the
654 8 | VIII.~ Whether at Naishapur
655 81| And in a Windingsheet of Vine-leaf wrapt,~ So bury me
656 85| I often wonder what the Vintners buy~ One half so
657 54| Heav'n but the Vision of fulfill'd Desire,~
658 2 | the Sky~ I heard a voice within the Tavern cry,~ "
659 71| Beset the Road I was to wander in,~ Thou will not
660 89| my Delight who know'st no wane,~ The Moon of Heav'
661 17| As, buried once, Men want dug up again.~
662 37| one Dusk of Day,~ I watch'd the Potter thumping his
663 20| every Hyacinth the Garden wears~ Dropt in its Lap
664 37| the Potter thumping his wet Clay:~ And with its
665 | wherein
666 62| we call The Sky,~ Whereunder crawling coop't we live
667 72| For all the Sin wherewith the Face of Man~
668 4 | retires,~ Where the White Hand of Moses on the Bough~
669 | whom
670 19| that great Hunter -- the Wild Ass~ Stamps o'er
671 14| of present Life away to win --~ What? for ourselves,
672 81| has died,~ And in a Windingsheet of Vine-leaf wrapt,~
673 17| those who flung it to the Winds like Rain,~ Alike
674 7 | and Lo! the Bird is on the Wing.~
675 7 | Fire of Spring~ The Winter Garment of Repentance fling:~
676 30| With them the Seed of Wisdom did I sow,~ And with
677 60| on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit~ Shall lure it back
678 | without
679 85| well,~ I often wonder what the Vintners buy~
680 60| all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.~
681 27| foolish Prophets forth; their Works to Scorn~ Are scatter'
682 16| XVI.~ The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts
683 27| discuss'd~ Of the Two Worlds so learnedly, are thrust~
684 47| But leave the Wise to wrangle, and with me~ The
685 81| Windingsheet of Vine-leaf wrapt,~ So bury me by some
686 67| Kindle to Love, or Wrath -- consume me quite,~
687 70| Nay, but for terror of his wrathful Face,~ I swear I
688 60| Finger writes; and, having writ,~ Moves on: nor all
689 60| The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,~
690 83| Credit in Men's Eye much wrong:~ Have drown'd my
691 63| first Morning of Creation wrote~ What the Last Dawn
692 75| That He who subtly wrought me into Shape~ Should
693 10| X.~ But come with old
694 90| XC.~ And when like her,
695 11| XI.~ With me along the
696 12| XII.~ A Book of Verses
697 13| XIII.~ Some for the Glories
698 14| XIV.~ Were it not Folly,
699 19| XIX.~ They say the Lion
700 40| XL.~ A Moment's Halt --
701 41| XLI.~ Oh, plagued no
702 42| XLII.~ Waste not your
703 43| XLIII.~ You know, my Friends,
704 44| XLIV.~ And lately, by
705 49| XLIX.~ Strange, is it
706 45| XLV.~ The Grape that
707 46| XLVI.~ Why, be this Juice
708 47| XLVII.~ But leave the Wise
709 48| XLVIII.~ For in and out,
710 15| XV.~ Look to the Rose
711 16| XVI.~ The Worldly Hope
712 17| XVII.~ And those who husbanded
713 18| XVIII.~ Think, in this
714 20| XX.~ I sometimes think
715 21| XXI.~ And this delightful
716 22| XXII.~ Ah, my Beloved,
717 23| XXIII.~ Lo! some we loved,
718 24| XXIV.~ And we, that now
719 29| XXIX.~ Myself when young
720 25| XXV.~ Ah, make the most
721 26| XXVI.~ Alike for those
722 27| XXVII.~ Why, all the Saints
723 28| XXVIII.~ Oh, come with old
724 30| XXX.~ With them the Seed
725 31| XXXI.~ Into this Universe,
726 32| XXXII.~ Up from Earth's
727 33| XXXIII.~ There was the Door
728 34| XXXIV.~ Then to the rolling
729 39| XXXIX.~ Ah, fill the Cup: --
730 35| XXXV.~ Then to the Lip
731 36| XXXVI.~ I think the Vessel,
732 37| XXXVII.~ For in the Market-place,
733 38| XXXVIII.~ And has not such
734 63| sow'd the Seed:~ Yea, the first Morning of Creation
735 4 | IV.~ Now the New Year reviving old Desires,~
736 22| Yesterday's Sev'n Thousand Years.~
737 6 | to the Rose~ That yellow Cheek of hers to incarnadine.~
738 | Yes
739 87| the Desert of the Fountain yield~ One glimpse -- If
740 5 | the Vine her ancient ruby yields,~ And still a Garden
741 68| Something to resent the yoke~ Of unpermitted Pleasure,
742 29| XXIX.~ Myself when young did eagerly frequent~
743 86| with the Rose!~ That Youth's sweet-scented Manuscript
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