THE father's name ye ne'er shall be told
Of my darling unborn life;
"Shame, shame," ye cry, "on
WHEN by the broad stream thou dost dwell,
Oft shallow is its sluggish flood;
Then, when thy fiel
LOVE for love, and moments sweet,
Lips returning kiss for kiss,
Word for word, and eyes that mee
No living atom comes at last to naught!
Active in each is still the eternal Thought:
Hold fast to
THE mirror tells me, I am fair!
Thou sayest, to grow old my fate will be.
Nought in God's presen
So the winter now closed round them
With resistless fury. Scattering
Over all his breath so icy,
NOT occasion makes the thief;
She's the greatest of the whole;
For Love's relics, to my grief,
IN the small and great world too,
What most charms a woman's heart?
It is doubtless
LOVE is indeed a glorious prize!
What fairer guerdon meets our eyes?--
Though neither wealth nor p
FITTING perfumes to prepare,
And to raise thy rapture high,
Must a thousand rosebuds fair
SILENCE deep rules o'er the waters,
Calmly slumb'ring lies the main,
While the sailor views with
IT is a fault oneself to praise,
And yet 'tis done by each whose deeds are kind;
And if there's no
WHEREFORE ever ramble on?
For the Good is lying near,
Fortune learn to seize alone,
WITH what inward joy, sweet lay,
I thy meaning have descried!
Lovingly thou seem'st to say
OVER the meadows, and down the stream,
And through the garden-walks straying,
He plucks the flow
WHAT is by this stir reveal'd?
Doth the East glad tidings bring?
For my heart's deep wounds are
OH world, with what baseness and guilt thou art rife!
Thou nurtures, trainest, and illest the whi
ONCE, methought, in the night hours cold,
That I saw the moon in my sleep;
But as soon as I wake
HOLD me, locks, securely caught
In the circle of her face!
Dear brown serpents, I have nought
Eyes tell, tell me, what you tell me,
telling something all too sweet,
making music out of beauty,
BULBUL'S song, through night hours cold,
Rose to Allah's throne on high;
To reward her melody,
WEEP, maiden, weep here o'er the tomb of Love;
He died of nothing--by mere chance was slain.
HAFIS, straight to equal thee,
One would strive in vain;
Though a ship with majesty
A PLAN the Muses entertain'd
Methodically to impart
To Psyche the poetic art;
WHO rides there so late through the night dark and drear?
The father it is, with his infant so
AFTER THE BATTLE OF BADE, BENEATH THE CANOPY OF HEAVEN.
LET the foeman sor
FOR woman due allowance make!
Form'd of a crooked rib was she,--
By Heaven she could not strai
To the grave one day from a house they bore
To the window the citizens went to explore
LIST, and in memory bear
These six fond loving pair.
Love, when aroused, kept true
Rustan and Rad
MODEST men must needs endure,
And the bold must humbly bow;
Thus thy fate's the same, be sure,