“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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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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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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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…

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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…

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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…

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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…

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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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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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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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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…

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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…

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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…

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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…

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“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…

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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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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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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…

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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…

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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,…

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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…

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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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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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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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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…

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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…

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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…

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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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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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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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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;…

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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…

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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…

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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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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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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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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,…

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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…

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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…

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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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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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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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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…

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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…

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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…

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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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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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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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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…

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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…

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