Year: 2013

I Sometimes Think That Never Blows So Red – Omar Khayyam

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 Lap from some once lovely Head. Hits: 3 »

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

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 emerged from, shall so soon expire. Hits: 1 »

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

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 fill the Cup–when crumbled into Dust! Hits: 3 »

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

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 before, And one by one crept silently to rest. Hits: 2 »

For I Remember Stopping By The Way – Omar Khayyam

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!” Hits: 1 »

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

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 never deep in anything but–Wine. Hits: 2 »

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

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 hidden by the sleeve of Night and Morn. Hits: 2 »

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

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 Shall take Jamshyd and Kaikobád away. Hits: 2 »

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

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 flutter–and the Bird is on the Wing. Hits: 2 »

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

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 TO-MORROW, when You shall be You no more? Hits: 2 »

But Helpless Pieces Of The Game He Plays – Omar Khayyam

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 by one back in the Closet lays. Hits: 3 »

Before The Phantom Of False Morning Died, – Omar Khayyam

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 Worshipper outside?” Hits: 12 »

As Then The Tulip For Her Morning Sup – Omar Khayyam

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 Earth invert you–like an empty Cup. Hits: 2 »

As Under Cover Of Departing Day – Omar Khayyam

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. Hits: 1 »

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

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, once departed, may return no more.” Hits: 2 »

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

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 I made One–turn down an empty Glass! Hits: 1 »

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

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 Descend–ourselves to make a Couch—for whom? Hits: 2 »

And Those Who Husbanded The Golden Grain, – Omar Khayyam

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 As, buried once, Men want dug up again. Hits: 3 »

And This Reviving Herb Whose Tender Green – Omar Khayyam

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 lovely Lip it springs unseen! Hits: 2 »

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

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 than in the Temple lost outright. Hits: 2 »

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

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 impotently moves as you or I. Hits: 2 »

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

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 in some Eye There hidden–far beneath, and long ago. Hits: 2 »

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

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 so precious as the stuff they sell. Hits: 2 »

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

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 taste of it; and ’twas–the Grape! Hits: 11 »

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

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 into Human mould? Hits: 1 »

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

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 You were–TO-MORROW you shall not be less. Hits: 1 »

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

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 of hers to’ incarnadine. Hits: 1 »

And Fear Not Lest Existence Closing Your – Omar Khayyam

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 of Bubbles like us, and will pour. Hits: 3 »

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

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 is neither Here nor There.” Hits: 2 »

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

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 Re-mould it nearer to the Heart’s Desire! Hits: 2 »

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

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, By some not unfrequented Garden-side. Hits: 3 »

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

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 Years. Hits: 2 »

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

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. Hits: 3 »

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

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, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and–sans End Hits: 1 »

A Book Of Verses Underneath The Bough, – Omar Khayyam

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 Paradise enow! Hits: 1 »

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

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, behold. Hits: 2 »

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

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 to THE MASTER too; Hits: 1 »

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

“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 a Good Fellow, and ’twill all be well.” Hits: 3 »

After A Momentary Silence Spake – Omar Khayyam

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 of the Potter shake?” Hits: 2 »

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

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, make haste! Hits: 16 »

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