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| When sunlight faileth | [1] |
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| I called to fading day | [2] |
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| O youth’s young cloudlet, O freshness free | [3] |
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| Wend I, wander I, past all worlds that be | [4] |
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| Eyes that o’er the landscape fly | [5] |
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| O what availeth thee thy melting mood | [6] |
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| All things born to break | [7] |
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| If there be any power in passion’s prayer | [8] |
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| In love’s great ocean, whose calm-shelter’d shore | [9] |
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| When sorrow hath outsoar’d our nature’s clime | [10] |
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| O gentle weariness | [11] |
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| Peace, for whose presence we did erewhile call | [12] |
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| Beauty is a waving tree | [13] |
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| Wheresoever beauty flies | [14] |
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| When first to earth thy gentle spirit came | [15] |
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| For sake of these two splendours do the wise | [16] |
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| She hath not beauty, that ill-fortun’d gem | [17] |
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| When thou art gone, & when are gone all those | [18] |
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| Play thou on men as on a harp’s string | [19] |
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| Go, book: go, vessel laden with the mind | [20] |
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| When the strong climber his last mountain-crest | [21] |
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| Since neither man’s proud pomp & kingly name | [22] |
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| Pureness of pale moon, loneness of far skies | [23] |
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| After Hafez |
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| I saw fair Fortune, one clear morning, touch | [24] |
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| Come let us drink & deeply drown | [25] |
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| Once more, O happy hill & peaceful plain | [26] |
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| Tell me not, mournful Preacher, that to prize | [27] |
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| What madness ’twas, I know not, that thus enchanted me | [28] |
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| She went.—O whither too, O one true love | [29] |
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| I said, ‘O heavenly Leader, O truth’s day | [30] |
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| Where is the pious doer? & I the estray’d one, where? | [31] |
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| I said, ‘Thou knowest, O all-knowing Friend | [32] |
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| My heart the chamber of His musing is | [33] |
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| Fair is the leisure of life’s garden-ground | [34] |
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| Thus spake at dawn to the fresh-open’d rose | [35] |
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| Though beauty’s tress be strayed, ’tis beauteous still | [36] |
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| Arise, O cup-bearer, & bring | [37] |
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| Our toil is He, & eke our journey’s end | [38] |