ఈ పుట ఆమోదించబడ్డది
Rubaiyat
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And this delightful Herb whose tender Green
Fledges the River's Lip on which we lean-
Ah, lean upon it lightly ! for who knows
From what once Lovely Lip it springs unseen!
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Ah, my Beloved, fill the cup that clears
To-day of past Regrets and future Fears-
To-morrow?-Why, To-morrow I may be
Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n Thousand Years.
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Lo! some we loved, the loveliest and the best
That Time and Fate of all their Vintage prest,
Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before,
And one by one crept silently to Rest.
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