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Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam - The Astronomer Poet of Persia
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1859 The quatrain Bahram blows Bough Bowl buried Caesar Caravanserai Clay common Earth Darkness didst divides the False divine drank drink False and True Fate fill the Cup fire of Spring Fitzgerald flaming shoulders Flower that once flung fourth edition Garden Hafiz hand Hell Herbage lean LIII Lip you press little hour lovely Head LVII LXII LXIV LXIX LXVI LXVII LXXI LXXIV LXXV LXXXI Malik Shah Moon Morning Moving Finger Muezzin Naishapur Nicolas Night and Day Oh Thou Omar Khayyam Omar's once lovely Paradise Pehlevi Persian poems poet Potter predestin'd quatrain printed red The Rose Repentance fling reveal'd round Rubaiyat Stanza Sufi Sultan ta'en TAMAM SHUD taste Tavern shouted—"Open Thee Throne of Saturn To-day Vessel Vintage whence whither willy-nilly Wind XLII XLIII XLIV XLIX XLVI XVIII XXXI XXXIV XXXIX XXXV XXXVII Yesterday
Page 144 - Nay but, O man, who art thou that repliest against God? Shall the thing formed say to him that formed it, Why hast thou made me thus? Hath not the potter power over the clay, of the same lump to make one vessel unto honour, and another unto dishonour?
Page 44 - 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!
Page 118 - I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.
Page 118 - 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?
Page 45 - 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 as in I went.
Page 46 - 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.
Page 118 - 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.
Page 183 - There was the Door to which I found no Key ; There was the Veil through which I could not see : Some little talk awhile of ME and THEE There was — and then no more of THEE and ME.