Edward Fitzgerald
Bird Parliament (Translation Of) by Edward Fitzgerald

Bird Parliament (Translation Of) by Edward Fitzgerald

Once on a time from all the Circles seven Between the steadfast Earth and rolling Heaven The Birds, of all Note, Plumage, and Degree, That float in Air, and roost upon the ...

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From The Rubáiyát Of Omar Khayyám, I: 1-3, V: 12-15, 19-24, 71-72 by Edward Fitzgerald

From The Rubáiyát Of Omar Khayyám, I: 1-3, V: 12-15, 19-24, 71-72 by Edward Fitzgerald

1Wake! For the Sun, who scattered into flightThe Stars before him from the Field of Night,Drives Night along with them from Heav'n and strikesThe Sultán's Turret with a Shaft of ...

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The Dream Called Life by Edward Fitzgerald

The Dream Called Life by Edward Fitzgerald

From the Spanish of Pedro Calderon de la BarcaA dream it was in which I found myself.And you that hail me now, then hailed me king,In a brave palace that was all my own,Within, ...

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On Anne Allen by Edward Fitzgerald

On Anne Allen by Edward Fitzgerald

The wind blew keenly from the Western sea,And drove the dead leaves slanting from the tree--Vanity of vanities, the Preacher saith--Heaping them up before her Father's doorWhen I ...

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Rubáiyát Of Omar Khayyám by Edward Fitzgerald

Rubáiyát Of Omar Khayyám by Edward Fitzgerald

I AWAKE! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught The Sultan's Turret in a Noose ...

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Old Song by Edward Fitzgerald

Old Song by Edward Fitzgerald

TIS a dull sight To see the year dying, When winter winds Set the yellow wood sighing: Sighing, O sighing! When such a time cometh I do retire Into an old room ...

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From Omar Khayyam by Edward Fitzgerald

From Omar Khayyam by Edward Fitzgerald

I A BOOK of Verses underneath the Bough, A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread--and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness-- O, Wilderness were Paradise enow! Some for the Glories ...

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The Meadows In Spring by Edward Fitzgerald

The Meadows In Spring by Edward Fitzgerald

'Tis a dull sightTo see the year dying,When winter windsSet the yellow wood sighing:Sighing, oh! sighing.When such a time cometh,I do retireInto and old roomBeside a bright ...

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