قراءة كتاب The Rubáiyát of a Bachelor
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اللغة: English
الصفحة رقم: 3
HY, if a man can thus, at ease, abide
Each evening by a different damsel's side, Were't not a shame—were't not a shame, for him To any one, forever to be tied? |
ND so, the girls I've set my heart upon,
I've flattered, wooed a little—and anon, Just as they thought to slip the fatal Noose About my neck, behold—the Bird had flown! |
OR this the argument that I submit—
Refute it, if you can, with all your wit! That Luck in Love, for such as you and I, Consists in safely keeping out of it! . . . . . . |
HIS morn, I've quaffed at least a quart or more
Of water—yet am thirsty as before; And that dark taste still lingers in the mouth With which, last night, I reformation swore. |
SOME ANGEL, WITH A SAVING DRINK.ET, when some Angel, with a saving drink
Of iced Nepenthe comes, I shall not shrink; But, having drunk of it, shall feel again As good and noble as before, I think. |
ACH morn some fresh repentance brings, you say?
Yes—but where leaves the vows of Yesterday? For I shall make and break them all, again, When Time hath taken this Headache away. |
HAT if my conscience seem an idle joke—
My good resolves all disappear in smoke? This thought remains—and is it not enough?— I do not wear the Matrimonial Yoke! |
AY! There is no one waiting at the door,
Whene'er I wander in at half-past four, No one to question, no one to accuse, No one, my shocking frailty to deplore! |
O one to greet me with her tear-stained eyes,
No one to doubt my quaint, fantastic lies, No one my foolish looks to criticize— Ah, but the knots, the KNOTS in marriage-ties! |
H Friend, could you and I, somehow, conspire,
To grasp the Matrimonial Scheme entire, Would we not shatter it to bits—and then, Make of its bonds a rousing Funeral Pyre? |
YSELF, when young, did eagerly frequent
The weddings of my friends on Bondage bent; But evermore thanked Fate, when I escaped Scot-free, by that same door wherein I went. |
