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id: 28184
title: The Rubaiyat of Omar Cayenne
author: Burgess, Gelett
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  You know how little Stuff is going to live, The New York Times has oft a little Way The Publisher prints new books every Year; Yes, but who reads the Books of Yesterday? Booming''s the way," he says, "to make Books go! I sometimes think that never Prose is read In Smart Set--surely you know whom I mean-For some we''ve read, the month''s Six Selling Best Girls with Three Names, who know not Who from Whom! Are scatter''d, and her Books by Critics cussed. And many a Tale I read and understood, Who strikes for Art is looked at as a Jest. God knows the things they print are Rot, for Fair! Who buys--Who reads--the Stuff that boils _my_ Pot?" Is not the one that sells the most, God knows! Of Critic who _reads_ Books that he Reviews! In boiling down the Million Books we read Oh, rising Author, read Me once again


id: 16898
title: Green Bays. Verses and Parodies
author: Quiller-Couch, Arthur
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  Most of the verses in this volume were written at Oxford, and first Thy carefulle heart shall cease to ake My love is fled by garden-gate; Those little feet, in so much night?_ ''Twas all for love he would bring his figgers Though at heart I loved him, me arthist bhoy! Down the green hill-side fro'' the castle window Came a long train and, i'' the midst, a black bier, Hardly died Bill when, fro'' the Lady Jane''s grave, Crept to his white death-bed a lovely pumpkin: Blurted a free ''Good-day t''ye,'' left and right, Drags the slow Ladies'' School, consuming time Dear Kitty, but come to Commem. Dear Kitty, but come to Commem. Dear Kitty, but come to Commem. With the day, there shall come with its dawning ''Till the land of the lute and the love-tale Touch lips with ''The Times'' of to-day.-To come and play their little games


id: 23338
title: The Rubaiyat of Ohow Dryyam With Apologies to Omar
author: Duff, J. L.
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  [Illustration: The Rubàiyàt of Ohow Dryyàm] Franklin OHOW DRYYAM _The Rubaiyat of Ohow Dryyam_ "Drink coffee, Lads, for that is all that''s left The Haigs indeed are gone, and on the Nose Come, fill the Cup, and in the Coffee-house We''ll learn a new and temperate Carouse-Yes, but where match the beer of Yesterday? Beside me sighing in the Wilderness-Sigh for Inebriate Paradise to come, While Moonshine takes the Cash (no Credit goes) Like Snow upon the Desert''s dusty Face, It lights us for an hour and then--is gone. The gilded Bar, and all my Lucre spent The gilded Bar ..._] Of Hooch, I wonder what Bootleggers buy One half so precious as the Stuff they sell. If I am garnered of the Law, wilt Thou, _And Bill the Bootlegger--the Infidel!--_] _And Bill the Bootlegger--the Infidel!--_] _Six_ Moons arise--who now seek _Two_ in vain. Six Moons arise ..._]


id: 31467
title: The Rubáiyát of a Bachelor
author: Rowland, Helen
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  [Illustration: PROMISED TO PAY A WOMAN''S BILLS FOR LIFE.] You know how little while we have to Love-And Love''s light Hand is knocking at the door!" [Illustration: HIS WINTER GARMENTS HUNG--WHERE, NO ONE KNOWS!] A charming Woman--and the old Love-Game! Who laughed at Love, as but an idle jest, LOOK to the Married Men! Promised to pay a Woman''s bills for life-INDEED, ''tis better to have loved and lost-Than to have loved and married, and for aye, OFT, to some patient married man I turn, Turned gaily to the old Love-Game, once more. AND, much as I repented things like this, Would you cast a loving Woman hence? Would you cast a loving Woman hence? A MARRIED MAN, to rail in vain at Fate! Dost thou, to-day, of Man a puppet make! _Too oft_ to Love''s empyrean Font I stray, Up to the rose-decked Altar-Rail shall pass,


id: 23792
title: The Rubáiyát of Bridge
author: Wells, Carolyn
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  HARPER & BROTHERS PUBLISHERS =When the Red Hand of Dummy is laid down, Before we lose the Lead, and let Them make Sans Lead, sans Score, sans Honor, and sans Stake! A Book of Bridge Rules underneath the Bough, But High or Low, as suits the Player shows; As where some Bridge Game has been badly Played. By the Fourth Hand,--your Smiles are somewhat Less! "With more than Three Hearts, always lead the Low!" =I''ve played with Players of all Sorts,--but I =And then,--and then came Three, and, Cards in Hand, =I often Wonder what Bridge Players gain One thing in Bridge is Certain,--''tis not Lore! The Hand that holds the Cards will win the Score! When You and I our Last Bridge Game have played, As the Heart Ace should heed a little Spade. Of Magic Dummy Hands that Come and Go. =Played to the Last Trump by the Hand of Fate,


id: 26437
title: The Rubaiyat of a Huffy Husband
author: Little, Mary Wallace Bundy
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  _The Gorham Press, Boston, U. The Dreams of Happiness I have each Night, Then one and all will know the Reason why On Christmas day a good Friend did present My Wife a Book; no doubt with best intent. The "Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam" ''twas. Wife found the Time to revel in that Book, She soon possessed the dreadful Omar Fad, But now each time I come back to the House So deep absorbed in Omar''s Rubaiyat, To be amused, My Wife says, "I will read." And come not back till think she''s through with It. Have gained relief from Somewhere in the Sky. But Wife says, Omar''s reckoning proves it My Wife''s Love for him only more Intense. ''Tis only to dear Omar she pays Heed. Until this Omar--dead eight Hundred Years, Just so those happy Days of long ago She gets her Book, and says I must take Heed


id: 5408
title: The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam Jr.
author: Irwin, Wallace
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  The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám Jr. Translated from the Original Bornese into English Verse by Omars to translate; and what was his surprise to note that the work of a wonder, then, that not until the first Omaric madness had passed away were the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, Jr., lifted into the light after an Although little is known of the life of Omar Khayyam the elder, the Omaric kisses reason, and had Omar Khayyam lived in our own day he would doubtless Due doubtless to the preservative influence of smoke Omar Khayyam, Jr., The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám, Jr. He lets me have good tobacco, and he does not XXXVI Ibsen Boccacio; for a Persian poet of so remote a date, Omar Persia, Omar Khayyam, Jr., brought to Borneo many of the more refined cigar much favoured by the younger Omar.


id: 32944
title: Rubáiyát of Doc Sifers
author: Riley, James Whitcomb
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  Ef you don''t know DOC SIFERS I''ll He''s jes _hisse''f Doc Sifers_--ner You know, ''at I think Doc''s to _blame_, They all like Doc, and got a smile Then jes a tetch o'' Doc''s old pa''m, _Dull_ times, Doc jes _mi_anders round, Said, stars at night wuz jes as good And yit, though Doc, as all men knows, ''At Doc gits things like that-un off: "No, Ike," says Doc, "this world hain''t saw And _I_ says, "Doc, you ''pear so spry, Doc run a bill there, don''t you know, ''at Doc hisse''f hain''t got fer murder," Doc says,--"then, fer Doc is when some show fer Doc is when some show Doc''s got a _temper_; but, he says, Doc says that''s what your temper''s fer-"And who wuz _wrong_," says Doc, "er To he''p Doc out, ef he wuz pressed Doc never wuz much hand to pay "I _met_ a great man onc''t," Doc says,


