IX XVI The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon XVII Think, in this batter'd Caravanserai XVIII They say the Lion and the Lizard keep The Courts where Jamshyd gloried and drank deep: And Bahrám, that great Hunter the Wild Ass Stamps o'er his Head, but cannot break his Sleep. XXIV Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend, Each Morn a thousand Roses brings, you Before we too into the Dust descend; Dust into Dust, and under Dust, to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and sans End! XXVII -- Myself when young did eagerly frequent XXVIII With them the seed of Wisdom did I sow, And with mine own hand wrought to make it grow; And this was all the Harvest that I reap'd— "I came like Water, and like Wind I go." And round her happy footsteps blow Her beauty haunts him all the night; From her he honours and desires. Her graces make him rich, and ask No guerdon; this imperial style Affronts him; he disdains to bask, The pensioner of her priceless smile. Of love's fresh-born magnipotence. To vanquish heaven, and call her Wife. He notes how queens of sweetness still Neglect their crowns, and stoop to mate; How, self-consign'd with lavish will, They ask but love proportionate; How swift pursuit by small degrees, Love's tactic, works like miracle; How valour, clothed in courtesies, Brings down the loftiest citadel; And therefore, though he merits not To kiss the braid upon her skirt, His hope discouraged ne'er a jot, Out-soars all possible desert. BOOK I, CANTO VIII. PRELUDES What's that, which, ere I spake, was gone: That, had the splendour lived a year, Did see, could not be now more clear. And nothing transient be desired; ΙΟ 15 20 25 31 35 40 5 ΙΟ 15 |