Poetry of the Orient: An Anthology of the Classic Secular Poetry of the Major Eastern NationsEunice Tietjens A.A. Knopf, 1928 - 328 pages |
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A. V. Williams Jackson Arab Arjun Arthur Waley autumn Basil Hall Chamberlain beauty birds breast bright Bynner and Kiang camels century A.D. Chinese cloud dance dark death drama drink dust E. P. Dutton earth East Series Edward G Edward Powys Mathers eyes face Firdousi fire flame flowers gold Hafiz hair hand hath heart heaven Henry Baerlein HOKKU Indian jade James Legge Japanese Poetry Kalidasa Karna Kiang Kang-hu king Krishna lady Li Po lips London lord lovers lyric moon mountain mystic never night o'er Odes Omar Persian ping poems poet QUATRAINS rain Ralph T. H. Griffith Rama rhyme rose Sanskrit Savitri SHITE sing sleep song sorrow soul spring stars sweet TANKA tears thee thine thou thousand translated trees Trübner tseh TSURE Unknown Author verse WAKI wandering wife wild wind wine Witter Bynner Yama Yone Noguchi
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Page 86 - A Book of Verses underneath the Bough, A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread — and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness — Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!
Page 86 - Myself when young did eagerly frequent Doctor and Saint, and heard great Argument About it and about: but evermore Came out by the same Door as in I went.
Page 85 - Come, fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring Your Winter-garment of Repentance fling: The Bird of Time has but a little way To flutter — and the Bird is on the Wing.
Page 86 - 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.
Page 88 - But helpless Pieces of the Game He plays Upon this Checker-board of Nights and Days; Hither and thither moves, and checks, and slays, And one by one back in the Closet lays.
Page 88 - Yet Ah, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youth's sweet-scented manuscript should close! The Nightingale that in the branches sang, Ah whence, and whither flown again, who knows!
Page 85 - And, as the Cock crew, those who stood before The Tavern shouted: 'Open then the Door! You know how little while we have to stay, And, once departed, may return no more.
Page 86 - 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.
Page 88 - Would but some winged Angel ere too late Arrest the yet unfolded Roll of Fate, And make the stern Recorder otherwise Enregister, or quite obliterate! xcix Ah Love! could you and I with Him 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!
Page 86 - There was the Door to which I found no Key; There was the Veil through which I might not see: Some little talk awhile of ME and THEE There was — and then no more of THEE and ME.