Fortune learn to seize alone,
For that Fortune’s ever here.
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To the great archer–not to him
And who is wont his features dimWith clouds to overrun–But to the boy be vow’d these rhymes,Who ‘mongst the roses plays,Who hear us, and at proper timesTo pierce fair hearts essays.Through him the gloomy winter night,Of yore so cold and drear,Brings many a loved friend to our sight,And many a woman dear.Henceforward shall his image…
WHEN sounds the trumpet at the Judgment Day,
We must a full and true account supplyOf ev’ry useless word we dropp’d in play.But what effect will all the words conveyWherein with eager zeal and lovingly,That I might win thy favour, labour’d I,If on thine ear alone they die away?Therefore, sweet love, thy conscience bear in mind,Remember well how long thou hast delay’d,So that…
O’ER me–how I cannot say,–
Will it help to guide my wayTo yon stars all-glowing?Yet that here I’d sooner be,To assert I’m able,Where, with wine and harmony,I may thump the table.Wonder not, my dearest friends,What ’tis gives me pleasure;For of all that earth e’er lends,‘Tis the sweetest treasure.Therefore solemnly I swear,With no reservation,That maliciously I’ll ne’erLeave my present station.Now that…
LIST, and in memory bear
Love, when aroused, kept trueRustan and Rad!Strangers approach from farJoseph and Suleika;Love, void of hope, is inFerhad and Schirin.Born for each other areMedschnun and Lily;Loving, though old and grey,Dschemil saw Boteinah.Love’s sweet caprice anon,Brown maid and Solomon!If thou dost mark them well,Stronger thy love will swell.
THE AGE.
What the people had suffer’d, how long from their homes they had wander’d,Then the man replied:–‘By no means short are our sorrows,For we have drunk the bitters of many a long year together,All the more dreadful, because our fairest hopes have been blighted.Who can deny that his heart beat wildly and high in his bosomAnd…
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The father it is, with his infant so dear;He holdeth the boy tightly clasp’d in his arm,He holdeth him safely, he keepeth him warm.‘My son, wherefore seek’st thou thy face thus to hide?’‘Look, father, the Erl-King is close by our side!Dost see not the Erl-King, with crown and with train?’‘My son, ’tis the mist rising…