Manuscripts of 'Omar Khayyam. 105 



Sweet airs are blowing on the rose of May ; 

 Sweet eyes are shining down the garden gay : 



Aught sweet of dead Yestreen you cannot say— 

 No more of it — so sweet is this To-day ! 



This flask was once a lover like to me, 

 Lost in delight of wooing One like thee ; 



And lo ! the handle here upon the neck, 

 AVas once the arm that held her neck in fee. 



Your love-nets hold my hair-forsaken head, 

 Therefore my lips in warming wine are red : 



Repentance born of Reason you have wrecked, 

 And Time has torn the robe that Patience made. 



v. 



Khayyam, who long the tents of Science wrought, 

 To Sorrow's furnace hath at last been brought : 



Fate's shears have cut the tentropes of his life : 

 Hope's auctioneer has knocked him down for nought. 



Description of two Manuscripts in the Library of the 

 Madras Literary Society. — By the Editor. 



I. 



No. 205 a small quarto, on paper, entitled " A Compend 

 of Miscellaneous Laws of Siam" pp. XII and 147 con- 

 taining ten lines to a page ; in Siamese with the excep- 

 tion of the Table of Contents, which is in English and 

 as follows : — 



Page. 



Introduction 1,2 



Section I. Regarding trespass of cattle 2,8 



Section II. Trampling another's grain 8,9 



Section III. Regarding injuring another's cattle when they 



trespass 9.11 



Section IV. The manner of estimating damage to fields tres- 

 passed upon 11 



Section V. Driving cattle thro' other people's grounds 1 J ,12 



Section VI. He that keeps pigs must keep them in a pen and 

 he that raises rice must fence it. The consequences 

 if they don't. Grain exposed without protection. Un- 



fenced grain, &c... . 12,15 



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