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Edward FitzGerald

(1809 - 1883)

Old Song

When winter winds set the yellow wood sighing, I retire into an old room Beside a bright fire and read old things, while the wind sings. I never look out nor attend to the blast, but close at the...

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From Omar Khayyam

Some for the Glories of This World, and some Sigh for the Prophet's Paradise to come. Take the Cash, and let the Credit go. The blowing Rose says, "Into the world I blow, At once the silken tassel...

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