Omar Khayyám
Quotes
Think, in this batter'd Caravanserai
Whose Portals are alternate Night and Day,
How Sultan after Sultan with his Pomp
Abode his destined Hour, and went his way.
Rubaiyat of Omar KhayyamLo! some we loved, the loveliest and the best
That Time and Fate of all their Vintage prest,
Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before,
And one by one crept silently to Rest.
Rubaiyat of Omar KhayyamThat sallow cheek of hers to' incarnadine.
Rubaiyat of Omar KhayyamDreaming when Dawn's Left Hand was in the Sky
I heard a Voice within the Tavern cry,
"Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup
Before Life's Liquor in its Cup be dry."
Rubaiyat of Omar KhayyamBut still a Ruby kindles in the Vine,
And many a Garden by the Water blows.
Rubaiyat of Omar KhayyamWake! For the Sun, who scatter'd into flight
The Stars before him from the Field of Night,
Drives Night along with them from Heav'n, and strikes
The Sultan's Turret with a Shaft of Light.
Rubaiyat of Omar KhayyamThe 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 or two — is gone.
Rubaiyat of Omar KhayyamAnd look — a thousand Blossoms with the Day
Woke — and a thousand scatter'd into Clay.
Rubaiyat of Omar KhayyamFor some we loved, the loveliest and the best
That from his Vintage rolling Time hath prest.
Rubaiyat of Omar KhayyamSome for the Glories of This World; and some
Sigh for the Prophet's Paradise to come;
Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go,
Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!
Rubaiyat of Omar KhayyamI 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.
Rubaiyat of Omar KhayyamAwake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night
Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight:
And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught
The Sultan's Turret in a Noose of Light.
Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
