متون تاپیک جامع متون و اشعار زبان انگلیسی

[¦[☆ Atrin ☆]¦›]

Well, let it take them! What have we to do
With Kaikobad the Great, or Kaikhosru?
Let Zal and Rustum bluster as they will,
Or Hatim call to Supper--heed not you

 

[¦[☆ Atrin ☆]¦›]

With me along the strip of Herbage strown
That just divides the desert from the sown,
Where name of Slave and Sultan is forgot--
And Peace to Mahmud on his 1roman Throne!

لطفا برای مشاهده کامل مطالب در انجمن ثبت نام کنید.

 

[¦[☆ Atrin ☆]¦›]

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!

 

[¦[☆ Atrin ☆]¦›]

Some for the Glories of This World; and some
Sigh for the Prophet's Paradise to come;
Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go,
Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!

 

[¦[☆ Atrin ☆]¦›]

Look to the blowing Rose about us--"Lo,
Laughing," she says, "into the world I blow,
At once the silken tassel of my Purse
Tear, and its Treasure on the Garden throw."

 

[¦[☆ Atrin ☆]¦›]

And those who husbanded the 1roman grain,
And those who flung it to the winds like Rain,
Alike to no such aureate Earth are turn'd
As, buried once, Men want dug up again.

لطفا برای مشاهده کامل مطالب در انجمن ثبت نام کنید.

 

[¦[☆ Atrin ☆]¦›]

The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon
Turns Ashes--or it prospers; and anon,
Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face,
Lighting a little hour or two--is gone.

 

[¦[☆ Atrin ☆]¦›]

Think, in this batter'd Caravanserai
Whose Portals are alternate Night and Day,
How Sultan after Sultan with his Pomp
Abode his destined Hour, and went his way.

 

[¦[☆ Atrin ☆]¦›]

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.

 

[¦[☆ Atrin ☆]¦›]

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