Miscellanies of Edward FitzgeraldG. Routledge and Sons, 1904 - 247 páginas |
Dentro del libro
Resultados 1-5 de 70
Página 5
... heart as well as of head for this . Having failed ( however mistakenly ) of finding any Providence but Destiny , and any world but this , he set about making the most of it ; preferring rather to soothe the soul through the senses into ...
... heart as well as of head for this . Having failed ( however mistakenly ) of finding any Providence but Destiny , and any world but this , he set about making the most of it ; preferring rather to soothe the soul through the senses into ...
Página 7
... hearts passionate for truth and justice ; who justly revolted from their country's false religion , and false , or foolish , devotion to it ; but who yet fell short of replacing what they had subverted by any such better hope as others ...
... hearts passionate for truth and justice ; who justly revolted from their country's false religion , and false , or foolish , devotion to it ; but who yet fell short of replacing what they had subverted by any such better hope as others ...
Página 10
... Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon Turns Ashes - or it prospers ; and anon , Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face Lighting a little Hour or two — is gone . XV And those who husbanded the Golden Grain , And ΙΟ OMAR KHAYYAM.
... Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon Turns Ashes - or it prospers ; and anon , Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face Lighting a little Hour or two — is gone . XV And those who husbanded the Golden Grain , And ΙΟ OMAR KHAYYAM.
Página 20
... Heart's Desire ? LXXIV Ah , Moon of my Delight who know'st no wane , The Moon of Heav'n is rising once again : How oft hereafter rising shall she look Through this same Garden after me - in vain ! LXXV And when Thyself with shining Foot ...
... Heart's Desire ? LXXIV Ah , Moon of my Delight who know'st no wane , The Moon of Heav'n is rising once again : How oft hereafter rising shall she look Through this same Garden after me - in vain ! LXXV And when Thyself with shining Foot ...
Página 35
... heart within the man's never ceasing to throb and tremble even to old age , so that Ev'n while the vital heat retreats below , Ev'n while the hoary head is lost in snow , The life is in the leaf , and still between The fits of falling ...
... heart within the man's never ceasing to throb and tremble even to old age , so that Ev'n while the vital heat retreats below , Ev'n while the hoary head is lost in snow , The life is in the leaf , and still between The fits of falling ...
Otras ediciones - Ver todas
Términos y frases comunes
ABSÁL affections answered Aristotle asked Bacon Beauty Bernard Barton better body called Carlyle Charles Lamb chivalry death Desire Digby doctor doth Euphranor evil exercise Eyes face favourite feeling fellow friends genius George Airy GEORGE CRABBE Goethe hand head heart Heaven honour horse Jeremy Bentham Khayyám kind knew laughing Lexilogus live look Lord Lover Lycion Malik Shah man's matter mind Moon moral nature never night Omar Omar Khayyám once passions perhaps Persian Phidippus Plato poems poet poetry poor proverb Quaker reason remember replied Rose Rubáiyát SAGE SALÁMÁN says scarce sense SHAH Sir Lancelot Skythrops Soul spirit suppose sweet tell thee thine things thou thought thyself tion told true truth turn verse virtue walk Wine Wisdom wise words write young Youth YUSUF and ZULAIKHA
Pasajes populares
Página 164 - ... certain it is that, whosoever hath his mind fraught with many thoughts, his wits and understanding do clarify and break up in the communicating and discoursing with another: he tosseth his thoughts more easily ; he marshalleth them more orderly; he seeth how they look when they are turned into words: finally, he waxeth wiser than himself; and that more by an hour's discourse than by a day's meditation.
Página 148 - Studies serve for delight, for ornament, and for ability. Their chief use for delight, is in privateness and retiring ; for ornament, is in discourse; and for ability, is in the judgment and disposition of business.
Página 11 - I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.
Página 128 - Now therein of all sciences (I speak still of human, and according to the humane conceits) is our poet the monarch. For he doth not only show the way, but giveth so sweet a prospect into the way, as will entice any man to enter into it.
Página 20 - Ah Love! could thou and I with Fate conspire To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire, Would not we shatter it to bits - and then Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire!
Página 12 - For some we loved, the loveliest and the best That from his Vintage rolling Time hath prest, Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before, And one by one crept silently to rest.
Página 43 - Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made: Stronger by weakness, wiser men become As they draw near to their eternal home. Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view That stand upon the threshold of the new.
Página 115 - O FRIEND ! I know not which way I must look For comfort, being, as I am, opprest, To think that now our life is only drest For show ; mean handy-work of craftsman, cook, Or groom ! We must run glittering like a brook In the open sunshine, or we are unblest : The wealthiest man among us is the best : No grandeur now in nature or in book Delights us. Rapine, avarice, expense, This is idolatry ; and these we adore : Plain living and high thinking are no more : The homely beauty of the good old cause...
Página 12 - Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend, Before we too into the Dust descend; Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and — sans End! Alike for those who for TO-DAY prepare, And those that after some TO-MORROW stare, A Muezzin from the Tower of Darkness cries, "Fools! your Reward is neither Here nor There.
Página 11 - They say the Lion and the Lizard keep The Courts where Jamshyd gloried and drank deep: And Bahram, that great Hunter — the Wild Ass Stamps o'er his Head, but cannot break his Sleep.