Omar Khayyám
"Ah Love! could you and I with him conspire To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire Would we not shatter it to bits - and then Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire?"
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"Ah Love! could you and I with him conspire To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire Would we not shatter it to bits - and then Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire?"
Omar Khayyám
"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."
Omar Khayyám
"Heav'n but the Vision of fulfill'd Desire And Hell the Shadow from a Soul on fire."
Omar Khayyám
"Dust into dust and under dust to lie Sans wine sans song sans singer and - sans end."
Omar Khayyám
"There was the Door to which I found no key There was the Veil through which I might not see."
Omar Khayyám
"One thing is certain and the rest is lies The Flower that once has blown for ever dies."
Omar Khayyám
"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."
Omar Khayyám
"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."
Omar Khayyám
"Drink! for you know not whence you came nor why: Drink! for you know not why you go nor where."
Omar Khayyám
"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-mold it nearer to the heart's desire!"
Omar Khayyám
"Strange - is it not? - that of the myriads who Before us passed the door of Darkness through Not one returns to tell us of the road Which to discover we must travel too."
Omar Khayyám
"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."
Omar Khayyám
"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."
Omar Khayyám
"The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it."
Omar Khayyám
"My coming brought no profit to the sky,Nor does my going swell its glory;My two ears have never heard anyone that could say,Why I came here and why I will go away."
Omar Khayyám
"How much more of the mosque, of prayer and fasting?Better go drunk and begging round the taverns. Khayyam, drink wine, for soon this clay of yours Will make a cup, bowl, one day a jar. When once you hear the roses are in bloom,Then is the time, my love, to pour the wine;Houris and palaces and Heaven and Hell-These are but fairy-tales, forget them all."
Omar Khayyám
"Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough,A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse - and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness -And Wilderness is Paradise enow."
Omar Khayyám
"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"
Omar Khayyám
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