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When in the night I lay awake The moon became a silver lake Across it swam a single swan That turned into a white snowflake It grew until the lake was gone Beneath the crystals, clear as drawn Then burst into a million stars That fell until the break of dawn Like rays of light through prison bars Like gems adorning crowns of tsars They fell as I succumbed to sleep Like healing drops upon fresh scars Live for the Love of it, Sasha A. 16 more words
This is the second part of Joe Howard’s interesting piece on the work by Ross Turner on the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam. See the previous post for comments on Turner’s edition of 1902; the post also contains some information about Turner himself. 638 more words
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The human soul, the world, the universe are laboring on to their magnificent consummation. We are not fashioned thus marvellously for nought. The straining conceptions of man, the monuments of his reason & the whole furniture of his faculties is adapted to mightier views of things than the mightiest he has yet beheld.