Past cure I am, now Reason is past care, And frantic-mad with evermore unrest; My thoughts and my discourse as madmen’s are, At random from the truth vainly expressed; For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, Who art as black as hell, as dark as night. Duet Marie C....
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. — William Shakespeare, Sonnet XVIII The Poems of William Shakespeare William Shakespeare (1564-1616) Stamford, CT: Overbrook Press, 1939 PR2841 A2 K5 1939 Edited by George Lyman Kittredge, Gurney Professor of English Literature,...
“o Prince of Poetry” Dhikrá Shaksipīr Aḥmad Zakī Abū Shādī (1892-1955) Egypt: al-Maṭbaʻah al-Salafīyah, 1926 First edition PJ7808.S5 D55 1926 The Egyptian poet Aḥmad Zakī Abū Shādī was a man of many talents. Not only was he renowned as a poet and man of letters, he was also trained as a...