The Golfer's RubáiyátH.S. Stone & Company, 1901 - 83 pàgines |
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Pàgina xxvii - them the seed * * of Wisdom did I sow, And with mine own hand sought to make it grow; And this was all the Harvest that I reap'd—
Pàgina xxiv - ^^ we yet may spend Before we too into the Dust descend; Dust into dust, and under Dust to lie,
Pàgina lxxvi - rising Moon that leads us Home again, How oft hereafter will she wax and wane; How oft hereafter rising wait for us
Pàgina xxvi - so wisely— they are thrust Like foolish prophets forth; their Words to Scorn Are scatter'd, and their Mouths are stopt with Dust.
Pàgina xlv - *T^HE Ball no question makes of Ayes and Noes, But Here or There as strikes the Player goes, And
Pàgina liv - of all Sorts and Sizes, great and small, That stood along the floor and by the wall; And some
Pàgina lxxvii - "" Golfer, I have been And am no more above the pleasant Green, And you in your mild Journey pass the Hole I made in One—ah! pay my Forfeit then!
Pàgina i - for the sun has driven in equal flight The stars before him from the Tee of Night, And holed them every one without a Miss, Swinging at ease his goldshod Shaft of Light.
Pàgina xii - A BAG of Clubs, a Silver"^^ Town or two, A Flask of Scotch, a Pipe of Shag—and Thou Beside me caddying in the Wilderness— Ah, Wilderness were Paradise enow.
Pàgina iv - the fresh Year, reviving old Desires, The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires, Pores on this Club and That with anxious eye, And dreams of Rounds beyond the Rounds of Liars.