These pearls of thought in Persian gulfs were bred, Each softly lucent as a rounded moon; The diver Omar plucked them from their bed, Fitzgerald strung them on an English thread.

If I were asked what book is better than a cheap book, I should answer that there is one book better than a cheap book,-and that is a book honestly come by.

As life runs on, the road grows strange With faces new, and near the end The milestones into headstones change, 'Neath every one a friend.

In vain we call old notions fudge, And bend our conscience to our dealing; The Ten Commandments will not budge, And stealing will continue stealing.

Nor ought a genius less than his that writ Attempt translation.

Poetry is the first thing lost in translation.

Image:that which presents an intellectual and emotional complex in an instant of time.