I Sometimes Think That Never Blows So Red – Omar Khayyam

I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Cæsar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her…

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Heav’n But The Vision Of Fulfill’d Desire, – Omar Khayyam

Heav’n but the Vision of fulfill’d Desire, And Hell the Shadow from a Soul on fire, Cast on the Darkness into which Ourselves, So late…

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I Must Abjure The Balm Of Life, I Must, – Omar Khayyam

I must abjure the Balm of Life, I must, Scared by some After-reckoning ta’en on trust, Or lured with Hope of some Diviner Drink, To…

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For Some We Loved, The Loveliest And The Best – Omar Khayyam

For some we loved, the loveliest and the best That from his Vintage rolling Time hath prest, Have drunk their Cup a Round or two…

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For I Remember Stopping By The Way – Omar Khayyam

For I remember stopping by the way To watch a Potter thumping his wet Clay: And with its all-obliterated Tongue It murmur’d—“Gently, Brother, gently, pray!”

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For “is” And “is-Not” Though With Rule And Line – Omar Khayyam

For “IS” and “IS-NOT” though with Rule and Line And “UP-AND-DOWN” by Logic I define, Of all that one should care to fathom, I Was…

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Earth Could Not Answer; Nor The Seas That Mourn – Omar Khayyam

Earth could not answer; nor the Seas that mourn In flowing Purple, of their Lord forlorn; Nor rolling Heaven, with all his Signs reveal’d And…

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Each Morn A Thousand Roses Brings, You Say – Omar Khayyam

Each Morn a thousand Roses brings, you say Yes, but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday? And this first Summer month that brings the Rose…

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Come, Fill The Cup, And In The Fire Of Spring – Omar Khayyam

Come, fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring Your Winter-garment of Repentance fling: The Bird of Time has but a little way To…

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But If In Vain, Down On The Stubborn Floor – Omar Khayyam

But if in vain, down on the stubborn floor Of Earth, and up to Heav’n’s unopening Door, You gaze TO-DAY, while You are You–how then…

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But Helpless Pieces Of The Game He Plays – Omar Khayyam

But helpless Pieces of the Game He plays Upon this Chequer-board of Nights and Days; Hither and thither moves, and checks, and slays, And one…

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Before The Phantom Of False Morning Died, – Omar Khayyam

Before the phantom of False morning died, Methought a Voice within the Tavern cried, “When all the Temple is prepared within, “Why nods the drowsy…

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As Then The Tulip For Her Morning Sup – Omar Khayyam

As then the Tulip for her morning sup Of Heav’nly Vintage from the soil looks up, Do you devoutly do the like, till Heav’n To…

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As Under Cover Of Departing Day – Omar Khayyam

As under cover of departing Day Slunk hunger-stricken Ramazán away, Once more within the Potter’s house alone I stood, surrounded by the Shapes of Clay.

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And, As The Cock Crew, Those Who Stood Before – Omar Khayyam

And, as the Cock crew, those who stood before The Tavern shouted–“Open then the Door! “You know how little while we have to stay, “And,…

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And When Like Her, Oh Sáki, You Shall Pass – Omar Khayyam

And when like her, oh Sáki, you shall pass Among the Guests Star-scatter’d on the Grass, And in your joyous errand reach the spot Where…

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And We, That Now Make Merry In The Room – Omar Khayyam

And we, that now make merry in the Room They left, and Summer dresses in new bloom, Ourselves must we beneath the Couch of Earth…

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And Those Who Husbanded The Golden Grain, – Omar Khayyam

And those who husbanded the Golden grain, And those who flung it to the winds like Rain, Alike to no such aureate Earth are turn’d…

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And This Reviving Herb Whose Tender Green – Omar Khayyam

And this reviving Herb whose tender Green Fledges the River-Lip on which we lean– Ah, lean upon it lightly! for who knows From what once…

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And This I Know Whether The One True Light – Omar Khayyam

And this I know whether the one True Light Kindle to Love, or Wrath-consume me quite, One Flash of It within the Tavern caught Better…

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And That Inverted Bowl They Call The Sky, – Omar Khayyam

And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky, Whereunder crawling coop’d we live and die, Lift not your hands to It for help–for It As…

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And Not A Drop That From Our Cups We Throw – Omar Khayyam

And not a drop that from our Cups we throw For Earth to drink of, but may steal below To quench the fire of Anguish…

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And Much As Wine Has Play’d The Infidel, – Omar Khayyam

And much as Wine has play’d the Infidel, And robb’d me of my Robe of Honour–Well, I wonder often what the Vintners buy One half…

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And Lately, By The Tavern Door Agape, – Omar Khayyam

And lately, by the Tavern Door agape, Came shining through the Dusk an Angel Shape Bearing a Vessel on his Shoulder; and He bid me…

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And Has Not Such A Story From Of Old – Omar Khayyam

And has not such a Story from of Old Down Man’s successive generations roll’d Of such a clod of saturated Earth Cast by the Maker…

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And If The Wine You Drink, The Lip You Press, – Omar Khayyam

And if the Wine you drink, the Lip you press, End in what All begins and ends in–Yes; Think then you are TO-DAY what YESTERDAY…

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And David’s Lips Are Lockt; But In Divine – Omar Khayyam

And David’s lips are lockt; but in divine High-piping Pehleví, with “Wine! Wine! Wine! “Red Wine!” the Nightingale cries to the Rose That sallow cheek…

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And Fear Not Lest Existence Closing Your – Omar Khayyam

And fear not lest Existence closing your Account, and mine, should know the like no more; The Eternal Sáki from that Bowl has pour’d Millions…

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Alike For Those Who For To-Day Prepare, – Omar Khayyam

Alike for those who for TO-DAY prepare, And those that after some TO-MORROW stare, A Muezzin from the Tower of Darkness cries, “Fools! your Reward…

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Ah Love! Could You And I With Him Conspire – Omar Khayyam

Ah Love! could you and I with Him conspire To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire, Would not we shatter it to bits–and then…

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Ah, With The Grape My Fading Life Provide, – Omar Khayyam

Ah, with the Grape my fading life provide, And wash the Body whence the Life has died, And lay me, shrouded in the living Leaf,…

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Ah, My Beloved, Fill The Cup That Clears – Omar Khayyam

Ah, my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears TO-DAY of past Regrets and future Fears: To-morrow!–Why, To-morrow I may be Myself with Yesterday’s Sev’n thousand…

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Ah, But My Computations, People Say, – Omar Khayyam

Ah, but my Computations, People say, Reduced the Year to better reckoning?–Nay, ‘Twas only striking from the Calendar Unborn To-morrow and dead Yesterday.

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Ah, Make The Most Of What We Yet May Spend, – Omar Khayyam

Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend, Before we too into the Dust descend; Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie,…

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A Book Of Verses Underneath The Bough, – Omar Khayyam

A Book of Verses underneath the Bough, A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread–and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness– Oh, Wilderness were…

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A Moment Guess’d–then Back Behind The Fold – Omar Khayyam

A moment guess’d–then back behind the Fold Immerst of Darkness round the Drama roll’d Which, for the Pastime of Eternity, He doth Himself contrive, enact,…

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A Hair Perhaps Divides The False And True, – Omar Khayyam

A Hair perhaps divides the False and True, Yes; and a single Alif were the clue– Could you but find it–to the Treasure-house, And peradventure…

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“why,” Said Another, “some There Are Who Tell – Omar Khayyam

“Why,” said another, “Some there are who tell “Of one who threatens he will toss to Hell “The luckless Pots he marr’d in making–Pish! “He’s…

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After A Momentary Silence Spake – Omar Khayyam

After a momentary silence spake Some Vessel of a more ungainly Make; “They sneer at me for leaning all awry: “What! did the Hand then…

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A Moment’s Halt–a Momentary Taste – Omar Khayyam

A Moment’s Halt–a momentary taste Of BEING from the Well amid the Waste– And LO!–the phantom Caravan has reach’d The NOTHING it set out from–Oh,…

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