ఈ పుట ఆమోదించబడ్డది
Rubaiyat
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Now the New Year reviving old Desires,
The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires,
Where the 'White Hand of Moses' on the Bough
Puts out, and Jesus from the Ground suspires.
5
Iram indeed is gone with all its Rose,
And Jamshyd's Sev'n-ring'd Cup where no one knows;
But still the Vine her ancient Ruby yields,
And still a Garden by the water blows.
6
And David's Lips are lock't; but in divine
High-piping Pehlevi, with “ Wine! Wine ! Wine !
Red Wine !"-the Nightingale cries to the Rose
That yellow Cheek of hers t'incarnadine.
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