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قراءة كتاب The Rubáiyát of a Bachelor
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اللغة: English
الصفحة رقم: 5
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ET, if the hair should vanish from my brow,
My girth, in time, to great dimensions grow— If youth's sweet-scented "Buds" should pass me by, Accounting me an antiquated beau— |
HY then, some winged angel, ere too late—
Some maiden verging onto twenty-eight— Will gladly take what's left of me, I trow, And, leading me to wedlock, thank her Fate! . . . . . . |
LAS, for those who may to-day prepare
The wedding trousseau for the morrow's wear, A voice of warning cried, "There's many a slip Betwixt the Altar and the Solitaire!" |
NTO this pact, man glides like water flowing,
But out of it is not such easy going; For they, who once were simple, guileless things, In Breach-of-Promise lore are now more knowing. |
WHAT! WOULD YOU CAST A LOVING WOMAN HENCE?HAT! Would you cast a loving Woman hence?
Thou, Fickle One, prepare for penitence! Full many a golden ducat shall you pay To drown the memory of such insolence. |
ND every note, that, in your cups, you write,
In cold black Type, perchance shall see the light; While all the World, across its coffee urn, Shall titter gaily at the sorry sight. |
H yes! For all the papers, which discussed
Your wedding plans, shall turn your cake to crust, Publish your letters and your photographs, And trail your Egotism in the dust! |
HE Opera Queens, that men have wooed and won,
Have loved them for a while, and then—anon, Like snow upon Broadway, with lightsome "touch," Annexed their millions, and alas, have flown! |
H look you, in the long and varied list
Of Millionaires thus rifled and dismissed, How, rich man, after rich man, bode his hour, Then went his way, to swell the golden grist. |
HAT Diva's rubies ever glow so red
As when some Gilded Chappie hath been bled? And every diamond the Show Girl wears, Dropped in her lap, when some Fool lost his head. |
ND those who hung around the green-room door,
And those who backed the Show and paid the score, Alike, to no such "Angels" have been turned, As, once repentant, men feel sorry for. |