Omar Khayyám
Quotes
Ah Love! could you and I with Him conspire.
Rubaiyat of Omar KhayyamA book, a woman, and a flask of wine:
The three make heaven for me; it may be thine
Is some sour place of singing cold and bare —
But then, I never said thy heaven was mine.
p. 32
Rubaiyat of Omar KhayyamWould but some wing'ed Angel ere too late
Arrest the yet unfolded Roll of Fate,
And make the stern Recorder otherwise
Enregister, or quite obliterate!
Rubaiyat of Omar KhayyamWhat! 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 answer — Oh, the sorry trade!
Rubaiyat of Omar KhayyamAnd when Thyself with shining Foot shall pass
Among the Guests Star-scatter'd on The Grass,
And in Thy joyous Errand reach the Spot
Where I made one — turn down an empty Glass!
Rubaiyat of Omar KhayyamAnd 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.
Rubaiyat of Omar KhayyamThe Vine had struck a fibre: which about
If clings my being — let the Dervish flout;
Of my Base metal may be filed a Key,
That shall unlock the Door he howls without.
Rubaiyat of Omar KhayyamYon rising Moon that looks for us again —
How oft hereafter will she wax and wane;
How oft hereafter rising look for us
Through this same Garden — and for one in vain!
Rubaiyat of Omar KhayyamBut here are wine and beautiful young girls,
Be wise and hide your Sorrows in their curls,
Dive as you will in life's mysterious sea,
You shall not bring us any better pearls.
p. 45
Rubaiyat of Omar KhayyamOne half so precious as the stuff they sell.
Rubaiyat of Omar KhayyamI wonder often what the Vintners buy
One half so precious as the stuff they sell.
Rubaiyat of Omar KhayyamAh, 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.
Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
