Year: 2013

“well,”. Murmur’d One, “let Whoso Make Or Buy, – Omar Khayyam

“well,”. Murmur’d One, “let Whoso Make Or Buy, – Omar Khayyam

“Well,”. murmur’d one, “Let whoso make or buy, “My Clay with long Oblivion is gone dry: “But fill me with the old familiar Juice “Methinks I might recover by and by.” Hits: 1 »

‘tis But A Tent Where Takes His One Day’s Rest – Omar Khayyam

‘tis But A Tent Where Takes His One Day’s Rest – Omar Khayyam

‘Tis but a Tent where takes his one day’s rest A Sultán to the realm of Death addrest; The Sultán rises, and the dark Ferrásh Strikes, and prepares it for another Guest. Hits: 2 »

You Know, My Friends, With What A Brave Carouse – Omar Khayyam

You Know, My Friends, With What A Brave Carouse – Omar Khayyam

You know, my Friends, with what a brave Carouse I made a Second Marriage in my house; Divorced old barren Reason from my Bed, And took the Daughter of the Vine to Spouse. Hits: 2 »

Yon Rising Moon That Looks For Us Again– – Omar Khayyam

Yon Rising Moon That Looks For Us Again– – Omar Khayyam

Yon rising Moon that looks for us again– How oft hereafter will she wax and wane; How oft hereafter rising look for us Through this same Garden–and for one in vain! Hits: 2 »

Yet Ah, That Spring Should Vanish With The Rose! – Omar Khayyam

Yet Ah, That Spring Should Vanish With The Rose! – Omar Khayyam

Yet Ah, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youth’s sweet-scented manuscript should close! The Nightingale that in the branches sang, Ah whence, and whither flown again, who knows! Hits: 2 »

Yesterday This Day’s Madness Did Prepare; – Omar Khayyam

Yesterday This Day’s Madness Did Prepare; – Omar Khayyam

YESTERDAY This Day’s Madness did prepare; TO-MORROW’S Silence, Triumph, or Despair: Drink! for you know not whence you came, nor why: Drink! for you know not why you go, nor where. Hits: 3 »

Would You That Spangle Of Existence Spend – Omar Khayyam

Would You That Spangle Of Existence Spend – Omar Khayyam

Would you that spangle of Existence spend About THE SECRET–quick about it, Friend! A Hair perhaps divides the False and True– And upon what, prithee, may life depend? Hits: 2 »

Would But The Desert Of The Fountain Yield – Omar Khayyam

Would But The Desert Of The Fountain Yield – Omar Khayyam

Would but the Desert of the Fountain yield One glimpse–if dimly, yet indeed, reveal’d, To which the fainting Traveller might spring, As springs the trampled herbage of the field! Hits: 2 »

Would But Some Wingéd Angel Ere Too Late – Omar Khayyam

Would But Some Wingéd Angel Ere Too Late – Omar Khayyam

Would but some wingéd Angel ere too late Arrest the yet unfolded Roll of Fate, And make the stern Recorder otherwise Enregister, or quite obliterate! Hits: 1 »

With Them The Seed Of Wisdom Did I Sow, – Omar Khayyam

With Them The Seed Of Wisdom Did I Sow, – Omar Khayyam

With them the seed of Wisdom did I sow, And with mine own hand wrought to make it grow; And this was all the Harvest that I reap’d– “I came like Water, and like Wind I go.” Hits: 2 »

With Me Along The Strip Of Herbage Strown – Omar Khayyam

With Me Along The Strip Of Herbage Strown – Omar Khayyam

With me along the strip of Herbage strown That just divides the desert from the sown, Where name of Slave and Sultan is forgot– And Peace to Mahmúd on his golden Throne! Hits: 1 »

With Earth’s First Clay They Did The Last Man Knead – Omar Khayyam

With Earth’s First Clay They Did The Last Man Knead – Omar Khayyam

With Earth’s first Clay They did the Last Man knead And there of the Last Harvest sow’d the Seed: And the first Morning of Creation wrote What the Last Dawn of Reckoning shall read. Hits: 2 »

Why, If The Soul Can Fling The Dust Aside, – Omar Khayyam

Why, If The Soul Can Fling The Dust Aside, – Omar Khayyam

Why, if the Soul can fling the Dust aside, And naked on the Air of Heaven ride, Were’t not a Shame–were’t not a Shame for him In this clay carcase crippled to abide? Hits: 1 »

Why, Be This Juice The Growth Of God, Who Dare – Omar Khayyam

Why, Be This Juice The Growth Of God, Who Dare – Omar Khayyam

Why, be this Juice the growth of God, who dare Blaspheme the twisted tendril as a Snare? A Blessing, we should use it, should we not? And if a Curse–why, then, Who set it there? Hits: 2 »

Why, All The Saints And Sages Who Discuss’d – Omar Khayyam

Why, All The Saints And Sages Who Discuss’d – Omar Khayyam

Why, all the Saints and Sages who discuss’d Of the Two Worlds so wisely–they are thrust Like foolish Prophets forth; their Words to Scorn Are scatter’d, and their Mouths are stopt with Dust. Hits: 13 »

Whose Secret Presence, Through Creation’s Veins – Omar Khayyam

Whose Secret Presence, Through Creation’s Veins – Omar Khayyam

Whose secret Presence, through Creation’s veins Running Quicksilver-like eludes your pains; Taking all shapes from Máh to Máhi; and They change and perish all but He remains; Hits: 2 »

Whether At Naishápúr Or Babylon, – Omar Khayyam

Whether At Naishápúr Or Babylon, – Omar Khayyam

Whether at Naishápúr or Babylon, Whether the Cup with sweet or bitter run, The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop, The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one. Hits: 2 »

Whereat Some One Of The Loquacious Lot– – Omar Khayyam

Whereat Some One Of The Loquacious Lot– – Omar Khayyam

Whereat some one of the loquacious Lot– I think a Súfi pipkin–waxing hot– “All this of Pot and Potter–Tell me, then, “Who is the Potter, pray, and who the Pot?” Hits: 6 »

When You And I Behind The Veil Are Past, – Omar Khayyam

When You And I Behind The Veil Are Past, – Omar Khayyam

When You and I behind the Veil are past, Oh, but the long, long while the World shall last, Which of our Coming and Departure heeds As the Sea’s self should heed a pebble-cast. Hits: 4 »

What, Without Asking, Hither Hurried Whence – Omar Khayyam

What, Without Asking, Hither Hurried Whence – Omar Khayyam

What, without asking, hither hurried Whence And, without asking, Whither hurried hence! Oh, many a Cup of this forbidden Wine Must drown the memory of that insolence! Hits: 2 »

What! Out Of Senseless Nothing To Provoke – Omar Khayyam

What! Out Of Senseless Nothing To Provoke – Omar Khayyam

What! out of senseless Nothing to provoke A conscious Something to resent the yoke Of unpermitted Pleasure, under pain Of Everlasting Penalties, if broke! Hits: 4 »

What! From His Helpless Creature Be Repaid – Omar Khayyam

What! From His Helpless Creature Be Repaid – Omar Khayyam

What! from his helpless Creature be repaid Pure Gold for what he lent him dross-allay’d— Sue for a Debt he never did contract, And cannot answer–Oh the sorry trade! Hits: 1 »

Well, Let It Take Them! What Have We To Do – Omar Khayyam

Well, Let It Take Them! What Have We To Do – Omar Khayyam

Well, let it take them! What have we to do With Kaikobád the Great, or Kaikhosrú? Let Zál and Rustum bluster as they will, Or Hátim call to Supper–heed not you. Hits: 1 »

Waste Not Your Hour, Nor In The Vain Pursuit – Omar Khayyam

Waste Not Your Hour, Nor In The Vain Pursuit – Omar Khayyam

Waste not your Hour, nor in the vain pursuit Of This and That endeavour and dispute; Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit. Hits: 2 »

We Are No Other Than A Moving Row – Omar Khayyam

We Are No Other Than A Moving Row – Omar Khayyam

We are no other than a moving row Of Magic Shadow-shapes that come and go Round with the Sun-illumined Lantern held In Midnight by the Master of the Show; Hits: 2 »

Wake! For The Sun, Who Scatter’d Into Flight – Omar Khayyam

Wake! For The Sun, Who Scatter’d Into Flight – Omar Khayyam

Wake! For the Sun, who scatter’d into flight The Stars before him from the Field of Night, Drives Night along with them from Heav’n, and strikes The Sultán’s Turret with a Shaft of Light. Hits: 6 »

They Say The Lion And The Lizard Keep – Omar Khayyam

They Say The Lion And The Lizard Keep – Omar Khayyam

They say the Lion and the Lizard keep The Courts where Jamshyd gloried and drank deep: And Bahrám, that great Hunter–the Wild Ass Stamps o’er his Head, but cannot break his Sleep. Hits: 4 »

Up From Earth’s Centre Through The Seventh Gate – Omar Khayyam

Up From Earth’s Centre Through The Seventh Gate – Omar Khayyam

Up from Earth’s Centre through the Seventh Gate I rose, and on the Throne of Saturn sate, And many a Knot unravel’d by the Road; But not the Master-knot of Human Fate. Hits: 2 »

Think, In This Batter’d Caravanserai – Omar Khayyam

Think, In This Batter’d Caravanserai – Omar Khayyam

Think, in this batter’d Caravanserai Whose Portals are alternate Night and Day, How Sultán after Sultán with his Pomp Abode his destined Hour, and went his way. Hits: 2 »

There Was The Door To Which I Found No Key; – Omar Khayyam

There Was The Door To Which I Found No Key; – Omar Khayyam

There was the Door to which I found no Key; There was the Veil through which I might not see: some little talk awhile of ME and THEE There was–and then no more of THEE and ME. Hits: 1 »

Then To The Lip Of This Poor Earthen Urn – Omar Khayyam

Then To The Lip Of This Poor Earthen Urn – Omar Khayyam

Then to the Lip of this poor earthen Urn I lean’d, the Secret of my Life to learn: And Lip to Lip it murmur’d–“While you live, “Drink!–for, once dead, you never shall return.” Hits: 1 »

Then Said A Second–“ne’er A Peevish Boy – Omar Khayyam

Then Said A Second–“ne’er A Peevish Boy – Omar Khayyam

Then said a Second–“Ne’er a peevish Boy “Would break the Bowl from which he drank in joy; “And He that with his hand the Vessel made “Will surely not in after Wrath destroy.” Hits: 1 »

Then Of The Thee In Me Who Works Behind – Omar Khayyam

Then Of The Thee In Me Who Works Behind – Omar Khayyam

Then of the THEE IN ME who works behind The Veil, I lifted up my hands to find A lamp amid the Darkness; and I heard, As from Without–“THE ME WITHIN THEE BLIND!” Hits: 2 »

The Worldly Hope Men Set Their Hearts Upon – Omar Khayyam

The Worldly Hope Men Set Their Hearts Upon – Omar Khayyam

The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon Turns Ashes–or it prospers; and anon, Like Snow upon the Desert’s dusty Face, Lighting a little hour or two–is gone. Hits: 1 »

The Revelations Of Devout And Learn’d – Omar Khayyam

The Revelations Of Devout And Learn’d – Omar Khayyam

The Revelations of Devout and Learn’d Who rose before us, and as Prophets burn’d, Are all but Stories, which, awoke from Sleep They told their comrades, and to Sleep return’d. Hits: 2 »

The Moving Finger Writes; And, Having Writ, – Omar Khayyam

The Moving Finger Writes; And, Having Writ, – Omar Khayyam

The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it. Hits: 2 »

The Ball No Question Makes Of Ayes And Noes, – Omar Khayyam

The Ball No Question Makes Of Ayes And Noes, – Omar Khayyam

The Ball no question makes of Ayes and Noes, But Here or There as strikes the Player goes; And He that toss’d you down into the Field, He knows about it all–HE knows–HE knows! Hits: 2 »

The Mighty Mahmúd, Allah-Breathing Lord, – Omar Khayyam

The Mighty Mahmúd, Allah-Breathing Lord, – Omar Khayyam

The mighty Mahmúd, Allah-breathing Lord, That all the misbelieving and black Horde Of Fears and Sorrows that infest the Soul Scatters before him with his whirlwind Sword. Hits: 2 »

The Grape That Can With Logic Absolute – Omar Khayyam

The Grape That Can With Logic Absolute – Omar Khayyam

The Grape that can with Logic absolute The Two-and-Seventy jarring Sects confute: The sovereign Alchemist that-in a trice Life’s leaden metal into Gold transmute: Hits: 2 »

That Ev’n My Buried Ashes Such A Snare – Omar Khayyam

That Ev’n My Buried Ashes Such A Snare – Omar Khayyam

That ev’n my buried Ashes such a snare Of. Vintage shall fling up into the Air As not a True-believer passing by But shall be overtaken unaware. Hits: 5 »

Strange, Is It Not That Of The Myriads Who – Omar Khayyam

Strange, Is It Not That Of The Myriads Who – Omar Khayyam

Strange, is it not that of the myriads who Before us pass’d the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the Road, Which to discover we must travel too. Hits: 2 »

Some For The Glories Of This World; And Some – Omar Khayyam

Some For The Glories Of This World; And Some – Omar Khayyam

Some for the Glories of This World; and some Sigh for the Prophet’s Paradise to come; Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go, Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum! Hits: 2 »

Perplext No More With Human Or Divine, – Omar Khayyam

Perplext No More With Human Or Divine, – Omar Khayyam

Perplext no more with Human or Divine, To-morrow’s tangle to the winds resign, And lose your fingers in the tresses of The Cypress-slender Minister of Wine. Hits: 1 »

So While The Vessels One By One Were Speaking, – Omar Khayyam

So While The Vessels One By One Were Speaking, – Omar Khayyam

So while the Vessels one by one were speaking, The little Moon look’d in that all were seeking: And then they jogg’d each other, “Brother! Broth, “Now for the Porter’s shoulder-knot a-creaking!” Hits: 2 »

So When That Angel Of The Darker Drink – Omar Khayyam

So When That Angel Of The Darker Drink – Omar Khayyam

So when that Angel of the darker Drink At last shall find you by the river-brink, And, offering his Cup, invite your Soul Forth to your Lips to quaff–you shall not shrink. Hits: 1 »

Said One Among Them–“surely Not In Vain – Omar Khayyam

Said One Among Them–“surely Not In Vain – Omar Khayyam

Said one among them–“Surely not in vain “My substance of the common Earth was ta’en “And to this Figure moulded, to be broke, “Or trampled back to shapeless Earth again.” Hits: 2 »

Shapes Of All Sorts And Sizes, Great And Small, – Omar Khayyam

Shapes Of All Sorts And Sizes, Great And Small, – Omar Khayyam

Shapes of all Sorts and Sizes, great and small, That stood along the floor and by the wall; And some loquacious Vessels were; and some Listen’d perhaps, but never talk’d at all. Hits: 2 »

Oh Threats Of Hell And Hopes Of Paradise! – Omar Khayyam

Oh Threats Of Hell And Hopes Of Paradise! – Omar Khayyam

Oh threats of Hell and Hopes of Paradise! One thing at least is certain–This Life flies; One thing is certain and the rest is Lies; The Flower that once has blown for ever dies. Hits: 2 »

Oh Thou, Who Man Of Baser Earth Didst Make, – Omar Khayyam

Oh Thou, Who Man Of Baser Earth Didst Make, – Omar Khayyam

Oh Thou, who Man of baser Earth didst make, And ev’n with Paradise devise the Snake: For all the Sin wherewith the Face of Man Is blacken’d–Man’s forgiveness give–and take! Hits: 6 »

Oh Thou, Who Didst With Pitfall And With Gin – Omar Khayyam

Oh Thou, Who Didst With Pitfall And With Gin – Omar Khayyam

Oh Thou, who didst with pitfall and with gin Beset the Road I was to wander in, Thou wilt not with Predestined Evil round Enmesh, and then impute my Fall to Sin! Hits: 2 »

Look To The Blowing Rose About Us–“lo, – Omar Khayyam

Look To The Blowing Rose About Us–“lo, – Omar Khayyam

Look to the blowing Rose about us–“Lo, “Laughing,” she says, “into the world I blow, “At once the silken tassel of my Purse “Tear, and its Treasure on the Garden throw.” Hits: 5 »

Now The New Year Reviving Old Desires, – Omar Khayyam

Now The New Year Reviving Old Desires, – Omar Khayyam

Now the New Year reviving old Desires, The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires, Where the WHITE HAND OF MOSES on the Bough Puts out, and Jesus from the Ground suspires. Hits: 1 »

Myself When Young Did Eagerly Frequent – Omar Khayyam

Myself When Young Did Eagerly Frequent – Omar Khayyam

Myself when young did eagerly frequent Doctor and Saint, and heard great argument About it and about: but evermore Came out by the same door where in I went. Hits: 7 »

Iram Indeed Is Gone With All His Rose, – Omar Khayyam

Iram Indeed Is Gone With All His Rose, – Omar Khayyam

Iram indeed is gone with all his Rose, And Jamshyd’s Sev’n-ring’d Cup where no one knows; But still a Ruby kindles in the Vine, And many a Garden by the Water blows. Hits: 2 »

Into This Universe, And Why Not Knowing – Omar Khayyam

Into This Universe, And Why Not Knowing – Omar Khayyam

Into this Universe, and Why not knowing Nor Whence, like Water willy-nilly flowing; And out of it, as Wind along the Waste, I know not Whither, willy-nilly blowing. Hits: 1 »

Indeed, Indeed, Repentance Oft Before – Omar Khayyam

Indeed, Indeed, Repentance Oft Before – Omar Khayyam

Indeed, indeed, Repentance oft before I swore–but was I sober when I swore? And then and then came Spring, and Rose-in-hand My thread-bare Penitence apieces tore. Hits: 8 »

Indeed The Idols I Have Loved So Long – Omar Khayyam

Indeed The Idols I Have Loved So Long – Omar Khayyam

Indeed the Idols I have loved so long Have done my credit in this World much wrong: Have drown’d my Glory in a shallow Cup, And sold my Reputation for a Song. Hits: 3 »

I Think The Vessel, That With Fugitive – Omar Khayyam

I Think The Vessel, That With Fugitive – Omar Khayyam

I think the Vessel, that with fugitive Articulation answer’d, once did live, And drink; and Ah! the passive Lip I kiss’d, How many Kisses might it take–and give! Hits: 3 »

I Tell You This–when, Started From The Goal, – Omar Khayyam

I Tell You This–when, Started From The Goal, – Omar Khayyam

I tell you this–When, started from the Goal, Over the flaming shoulders of the Foal Of Heav’n Parwin and Mushtari they flung, In my predestined Plot of Dust and Soul. Hits: 2 »

I Sent My Soul Through The Invisible, – Omar Khayyam

I Sent My Soul Through The Invisible, – Omar Khayyam

I sent my Soul through the Invisible, Some letter of that After-life to spell: And by and by my Soul return’d to me, And answer’d “I Myself am Heav’n and Hell:” Hits: 2 »

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