IN the small and great world too,
What most charms a woman's heart?
It is doubtless
THE LOVING ONE SPEAKS.
AND wherefore sends not
His heralds hither
ZEPHYR, for thy humid wing,
Oh, how much I envy thee!
Thou to him canst tidings bring
OH world, with what baseness and guilt thou art rife!
Thou nurtures, trainest, and illest the whi
AFTER THE BATTLE OF BADE, BENEATH THE CANOPY OF HEAVEN.
LET the foeman sor
Eyes tell, tell me, what you tell me,
telling something all too sweet,
making music out of beauty,
No living atom comes at last to naught!
Active in each is still the eternal Thought:
Hold fast to
A PLAN the Muses entertain'd
Methodically to impart
To Psyche the poetic art;
From Heaven there fell upon the foaming wave
A timid drop; the flood with anger roared,--
CAN it be! of stars the star,
Do I press thee to my heart?
In the night of distance far,
IT is a fault oneself to praise,
And yet 'tis done by each whose deeds are kind;
And if there's no
HAFIS, straight to equal thee,
One would strive in vain;
Though a ship with majesty
WHEREFORE ever ramble on?
For the Good is lying near,
Fortune learn to seize alone,
CALL on the present day and night for nought,
Save what by yesterday was brought.
THE sea i
COVER thy spacious heavens, Zeus,
With clouds of mist,
And, like the boy who lops
The thistles' h
Who rides so late where winds blow wild?
It is the father grasping his child;
He holds the boy emb
O, SAY, 'neath what celestial sign
The day doth lie,
When ne'er again this heart of mine
To the grave one day from a house they bore
To the window the citizens went to explore
LOVE is indeed a glorious prize!
What fairer guerdon meets our eyes?--
Though neither wealth nor p
THESE tufted branches fair
Observe, my loved one, well!
And see the fruits they bear
THE sun appears! A glorious sight!
The crescent-moon clings round him now.
What could this wondr
WITH what inward joy, sweet lay,
I thy meaning have descried!
Lovingly thou seem'st to say
LOVE for love, and moments sweet,
Lips returning kiss for kiss,
Word for word, and eyes that mee
So the winter now closed round them
With resistless fury. Scattering
Over all his breath so icy,
IN Paradise while moonbeams play'd,
Jehovah found, in slumber deep,
Adam fast sunk; He gently la
THE mirror tells me, I am fair!
Thou sayest, to grow old my fate will be.
Nought in God's presen
SILENCE deep rules o'er the waters,
Calmly slumb'ring lies the main,
While the sailor views with
THE mason's trade Observe them well,
Resembles life, And watch them revealing
With all its str
WHO rides there so late through the night dark and drear?
The father it is, with his infant so
Go! obedient to my call,
Turn to profit thy young days,
Wiser make betimes thy breast
THAT thou can't never end, doth make thee great,
And that thou ne'er beginnest, is thy fate.
BULBUL'S song, through night hours cold,
Rose to Allah's throne on high;
To reward her melody,
MODEST men must needs endure,
And the bold must humbly bow;
Thus thy fate's the same, be sure,
ON bridges small and bridges great
Stands Nepomucks in ev'ry state,
Of bronze, wood, painted, or o
THE father's name ye ne'er shall be told
Of my darling unborn life;
"Shame, shame," ye cry, "on
ONCE, methought, in the night hours cold,
That I saw the moon in my sleep;
But as soon as I wake
WHAT is by this stir reveal'd?
Doth the East glad tidings bring?
For my heart's deep wounds are
WHILE he is mark'd by vision clear
Who fathoms Nature's treasures,
The man may follow, void of fea
LOVE's torments sought a place of rest,
Where all might drear and lonely be;
They found ere long m
FLOURISH greener, as ye clamber,
Oh ye leaves, to seek my chamber,
Up the trellis'd vine on high
FOR woman due allowance make!
Form'd of a crooked rib was she,--
By Heaven she could not strai
WHEN the vine again is blowing,
Then the wine moves in the cask;
When the rose again is glowing
OVER the meadows, and down the stream,
And through the garden-walks straying,
He plucks the flow
WEEP, maiden, weep here o'er the tomb of Love;
He died of nothing--by mere chance was slain.
OH, enter old minstrel, thou time-honour'd one!
We children are here in the hall all alone,
FLOW on, ye lays so loved, so fair,
On to Oblivion's ocean flow!
May no rapt boy recall you e'er
THE sun, whom Grecians Helms call,
His heavenly path with pride doth tread,
And, to subdue the w
OH, my Theresa dear!
Thine eyes, I greatly fear,
Can through the bandage see!
Although thine ey
NOT occasion makes the thief;
She's the greatest of the whole;
For Love's relics, to my grief,
AT midnight hour I went, not willingly,
A little, little boy, yon churchyard past,
To Father Vic
I PICKED a rustic nosegay lately,
And bore it homewards, musing greatly;
When, heated by my hand,
FARTHER and farther away, alas! at each moment the vessel
Hastens, as onward it glides, cleaving
IN thousand forms mayst thou attempt surprise,
Yet, all-beloved-one, straight know I thee;
WHY pacest thou, my neighbour fair,
The garden all alone?
If house and land thou seek'st to guar
FITTING perfumes to prepare,
And to raise thy rapture high,
Must a thousand rosebuds fair
ALL kinds of men, both small and great,
A fine-spun web delight to create,
And in the middle they
HOLD me, locks, securely caught
In the circle of her face!
Dear brown serpents, I have nought
HERE where the roses blossom, where vines round the laurels are twining,
Where the turtle-dove call
In the Koran with strange delight
A peacock's feather met my sight:
Thou'rt welcome in this holy p
WHEN by the broad stream thou dost dwell,
Oft shallow is its sluggish flood;
Then, when thy fiel
LIST, and in memory bear
These six fond loving pair.
Love, when aroused, kept true
Rustan and Rad
WRITES he in Neski,
Faithfully speaks he;
Writes he in Tali,
Joy to give, seeks he:
Writes he in
WHAT makes time short to me?
What makes it long and spiritless?