Omar Khayyám
Quotes
Well, let it take them! What have we to do
With Kaikobad the Great, or Kaikhosru?
Let Zal and Rustum bluster as they will,
Or Hatim call to Supper — heed not you.
Rubaiyat of Omar KhayyamHere 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.
Rubaiyat of Omar KhayyamWhy, all the Saints and Sages who discuss'd
Of the Two Worlds so wisely — they are thrust.
Rubaiyat of Omar KhayyamBefore the phantom of False morning died,
Methought a Voice within the Tavern cried,
"When all the Temple is prepared within,
Why nods the drowsy Worshipper outside?"
Rubaiyat of Omar KhayyamAnd 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 lovely Lip it springs unseen!
Rubaiyat of Omar KhayyamCome, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring
The Winter Garment of Repentance fling:
The Bird of Time has but a little way
To fly — and Lo! the Bird is on the Wing.
Rubaiyat of Omar KhayyamStamps o'er his Head, but cannot break his Sleep.
Rubaiyat of Omar KhayyamOh, come with old Khayyam, and leave the Wise
To talk; one thing is certain, that Life flies;
One thing is certain, and the Rest is Lies;
The Flower that once has blown for ever dies.
Rubaiyat of Omar KhayyamA 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 Paradise enow!
Rubaiyat of Omar KhayyamIrám indeed is gone with all its Rose,
And Jamshýd's Sev'n-ring'd Cup where no one knows;
But still the Vine her ancient Ruby yields,
And still a Garden by the Water blows.
Rubaiyat of Omar KhayyamAh, 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!
Rubaiyat of Omar KhayyamNow the New Year reviving old Desires,
The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires,
Where the on the Bough
Puts out, and Jesus from the Ground suspires.
Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
