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Rubaiyat
16
Think, in this battered Caravanserai
Whose Doorways are alternate Night and Day,
How Sultan after Sultan with his Pomp
Abode his Hour or two, and went his way.
77
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, and he lies fast asleep
18
I sometimes think that never blows so red
The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled;
That every Hyacinth the Garden wears
Dropt in its Lap from some once lovely Head.
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