| But helpless Pieces of the Game He plays
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Edward FitzGerald |
| But if in vain, down on the stubborn floor
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Edward FitzGerald |
| Come, fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring
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Edward FitzGerald |
| Each Morn a thousand Roses brings, you say:
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Edward FitzGerald |
| Earth could not answer; nor the Seas that mourn
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Edward FitzGerald |
| For "Is" and "IS - NOT" though with Rule and Line
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Edward FitzGerald |
| For I remember stopping by the way
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Edward FitzGerald |
| For some we loved, the loveliest and the best
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Edward FitzGerald |
| Heav`n but the Vision of fulfill`d Desire,
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Edward FitzGerald |
| I must abjure the Balm of Life, I must,
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Edward FitzGerald |
| I sent my Soul through the Invisible,
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Edward FitzGerald |
| I sometimes think that never blows so red
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Edward FitzGerald |
| I tell you this - When, started from the Goal,
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Edward FitzGerald |
| I think the Vessel, that with fugitive
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Edward FitzGerald |
| Indeed the Idols I have loved so long
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Edward FitzGerald |