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Rubbayat of Omar Khayyam

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a-cre-rose- | roses-youth

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501 9 | Morning a thousand Roses brings, you say;~        502 73| clay Population round in Rows.~ 503 13| go,~        Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!~ 504 8 | Cup with sweet or bitter run,~        The Wine of Life 505 10| Kaikhosru forgot:~        Let Rustum lay about him as he will,~        506 42| fruitful Grape~        Than sadden after none, or bitter, fruit.~ 507 27| Why, all the Saints and Sages who discuss'd~        Of 508 29| frequent~        Doctor and Saint, and heard great Argument~        509 27| XXVII.~        Why, all the Saints and Sages who discuss'd~        510 86| Nightingale that in the Branches sang,~        Ah, whence, and 511 32| on the Throne of Saturn sate,~        And many Knots 512 38| Of such a clod of saturated Earth~        Cast by the 513 32| rose, and on the Throne of Saturn sate,~        And many Knots 514 15| Laughing," she says, "into the World I blow:~        515 27| Works to Scorn~        Are scatter'd, and their Mouths are 516 88| To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire,~        517 27| Prophets forth; their Works to Scorn~        Are scatter'd, and 518 43| Carouse~        I made a Second Marriage in my house;~        519 35| Urn~        I lean'd, the secret Well of Life to learn:~        520 45| Two-and-Seventy jarring Sects confute:~        The subtle 521 33| through which I could not see:~        Some little talk 522 80| look'd in that all were seeking:~        And then they jogg' 523 85| precious as the Goods they sell.~ 524 68| LXVIII.~        What! out of senseless Nothing to provoke~        525 53| LIII.~        I sent my Soul through the Invisible,~        526 32| Earth's Centre through the Seventh Gate~        I rose, and 527 54| Desire,~        And Hell the Shadow of a Soul on fire,~        528 48| Tis nothing but a Magic Shadow-show,~        Play'd in a Box 529 77| Hand then of the Potter shake?"~ 530 83| Have drown'd my Honour in a shallow Cup,~        And sold my 531 88| entire,~        Would not we shatter it to bits -- and then~        532 73| In that old Potter's Shop I stood alone~        With 533 44| Bearing a Vessel on his Shoulder; and~        He bid me taste 534 80| Now for the Porter's shoulder-knot a-creaking!"~ 535 65| the Goal,~        Over the shoulders of the flaming Foal~        536 3 | before~        The Tavern shouted -- "Open then the Door!~        537 55| take that, and do not shrink.~ 538 90| an empty Glass!~ ~TAMAM SHUD~ ~ 539 23| And one by one crept silently to Rest.~ 540 15| blow:~        At once the silken Tassel of my Purse~        541 25| Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and -- sans End!~ 542 12| and Thou~        Beside me singing in the Wilderness --~        543 11| sown,~        Where name of Slave and Sultan is forgot --~        544 58| thither moves, and mates, and slays,~        And one by one 545 61| Chain~        That none can slip, nor break, nor over-reach.~ 546 39| repeat~        How Time is slipping underneath our Feet:~        547 72| with Eden didst devise the Snake;~        For all the Sin 548 77| ungainly Make:~        "They sneer at me for leaning all awry;~        549 16| and anon,~        Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty 550 84| I swore -- but was I sober when I swore?~        And 551 83| shallow Cup,~        And sold my Reputation for a Song.~ 552 4 | The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires,~        Where the 553 | Something 554 | sometimes 555 54| late emerg'd from, shall so soon expire.~ 556 11| divides the desert from the sown,~        Where name of Slave 557 77| this; but after Silence spake~        A Vessel of a more 558 80| Vessels one by one were speaking,~        The Little Moon 559 53| letter of that After-life to spell:~        And after many 560 25| most of what we may yet spend,~        Before we too into 561 14| Were it not Folly, Spider-like to spin~        The Thread 562 14| not Folly, Spider-like to spin~        The Thread of present 563 90| joyous errand reach the spot~        Where I made one -- 564 43| Daughter of the Vine to Spouse.~ 565 89| Moon of my Delight who know'st no wane,~        The Moon 566 75| into Shape~        Should stamp me back to common Earth 567 19| the Wild Ass~        Stamps o'er his Head, but cannot 568 90| Among the Guests star-scatter'd on the Grass,~        569 26| that after some To-morrow stare,~        A Muezzin from 570 1 | the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight:~        And Lo! 571 65| I tell You this -- When, starting from the Goal,~        Over 572 3 | little while we have to stay,~        And, once departed, 573 44| Door agape,~        Came stealing through the Dusk an Angel 574 1 | Night~        Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight:~        575 27| d, and their Mouths are stopt with Dust.~ 576 50| burn'd,~        Are all but Stories, which, awoke from Sleep,~        577 38| And has not such a Story from of Old~        Down 578 11| With me along the strip of Herbage strown~        579 11| along the strip of Herbage strown~        That just divides 580 66| LXVI.~        The Vine has struck a fiber: which about~        581 34| Her little Children stumbling in the Dark?"~        And -- " 582 75| Surely not in vain~        My Substance from the common Earth was 583 45| Sects confute:~        The subtle Alchemest that in a Trice~        584 75| en,~        That He who subtly wrought me into Shape~        585 51| So long in this Clay suburb to abide?~ 586 38| of Old~        Down Man's successive generations roll'd~        587 74| others not:~        And suddenly one more impatient cried --~        " 588 69| dross-allay'd --~        Sue for a Debt we never did 589 48| Box whose Candle is the Sun,~        Round which we 590 10| Or Hatim Tai cry Supper -- heed them not.~ 591 75| Then said another -- "Surely not in vain~        My Substance 592 4 | and Jesus from the Ground suspires.~ 593 70| wrathful Face,~        I swear I will not call Injustice 594 86| Rose!~        That Youth's sweet-scented Manuscript should close!~        595 75| from the common Earth was ta'en,~        That He who 596 10| he will,~        Or Hatim Tai cry Supper -- heed them 597 90| turn down an empty Glass!~ ~TAMAM SHUD~ ~ 598 41| Divine,~        To-morrow's tangle to itself resign,~        599 15| At once the silken Tassel of my Purse~        Tear, 600 15| Tassel of my Purse~        Tear, and its Treasure on the 601 60| Line,~        Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.~ 602 67| Better than in the Temple lost outright.~ 603 21| this delightful Herb whose tender Green~        Fledges the 604 46| Blaspheme the twisted tendril as Snare?~        A Blessing, 605 52| But that is but a Tent wherein may rest~        606 70| LXX.~        Nay, but for terror of his wrathful Face,~        607 88| grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire,~        Would not 608 58| plays:~        Hither and thither moves, and mates, and slays,~        609 4 | old Desires,~        The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires,~        610 14| Spider-like to spin~        The Thread of present Life away to 611 84| Rose-in-hand~        My thread-bare Penitence apieces tore.~ 612 78| tell~        Of one who threatens he will toss to Hell~        613 15| its Treasure on the Garden throw."~ 614 27| Worlds so learnedly, are thrust~        Like foolish Prophets 615 37| I watch'd the Potter thumping his wet Clay:~        And 616 50| from Sleep,~        They told their fellows, and to Sleep 617 37| with its all obliterated Tongue~        It murmur'd -- " 618 43| from my Bed,~        And took the Daughter of the Vine 619 84| thread-bare Penitence apieces tore.~ 620 26| A Muezzin from the Tower of Darkness cries~        " 621 69| cannot answer -- Oh the sorry trade!~ 622 87| As springs the trampled herbage of the field!~ 623 45| s leaden Metal into Gold transmute.~ 624 49| Which to discover we must travel too.~ 625 87| To which the fainting Traveller might spring,~        As 626 15| Purse~        Tear, and its Treasure on the Garden throw."~ 627 41| lose your fingers in the tresses of~        The Cypress-slender 628 45| subtle Alchemest that in a Trice~        Life's leaden Metal 629 64| To-morrow's Silence, Triumph, or Despair:~        Drink! 630 16| their Hearts upon~        Turns Ashes -- or it prospers; 631 1 | caught~        The Sultan's Turret in a Noose of Light.~ 632 44| bid me taste of it; and 'twas -- the Grape!~ 633 78| He's a Good Fellow, and 'twill all be well."~ 634 46| dare~        Blaspheme the twisted tendril as Snare?~        635 45| Logic absolute~        The Two-and-Seventy jarring Sects confute:~        636 56| should lose, or know the type no more;~        The Eternal 637 82| But shall be overtaken unaware.~ 638 39| underneath our Feet:~        Unborn To-morrow, and dead Yesterday,~        639 34| And -- "A blind Understanding!" Heav'n replied.~ 640 77| A Vessel of a more ungainly Make:~        "They sneer 641 66| Key,~        That shall unlock the Door he howls without.~ 642 68| resent the yoke~        Of unpermitted Pleasure, under pain~        643 32| And many Knots unravel'd by the Road;~        But 644 21| once lovely Lip it springs unseen!~ 645 35| Lip of this poor earthen Urn~        I lean'd, the secret 646 46| A Blessing, we should use it, should we not?~        647 5 | V.~        Iram indeed is 648 86| Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose!~        That 649 12| XII.~        A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,~        650 | very 651 80| LXXX.~        So while the Vessels one by one were speaking,~        652 6 | VI.~        And David's Lips 653 7 | VII.~        Come, fill the 654 8 | VIII.~        Whether at Naishapur 655 81| And in a Windingsheet of Vine-leaf wrapt,~        So bury me 656 85| I often wonder what the Vintners buy~        One half so 657 54| Heav'n but the Vision of fulfill'd Desire,~        658 2 | the Sky~        I heard a voice within the Tavern cry,~        " 659 71| Beset the Road I was to wander in,~        Thou will not 660 89| my Delight who know'st no wane,~        The Moon of Heav' 661 17| As, buried once, Men want dug up again.~ 662 37| one Dusk of Day,~        I watch'd the Potter thumping his 663 20| every Hyacinth the Garden wears~        Dropt in its Lap 664 37| the Potter thumping his wet Clay:~        And with its 665 | wherein 666 62| we call The Sky,~        Whereunder crawling coop't we live 667 72| For all the Sin wherewith the Face of Man~        668 4 | retires,~        Where the White Hand of Moses on the Bough~        669 | whom 670 19| that great Hunter -- the Wild Ass~        Stamps o'er 671 14| of present Life away to win --~        What? for ourselves, 672 81| has died,~        And in a Windingsheet of Vine-leaf wrapt,~        673 17| those who flung it to the Winds like Rain,~        Alike 674 7 | and Lo! the Bird is on the Wing.~ 675 7 | Fire of Spring~        The Winter Garment of Repentance fling:~        676 30| With them the Seed of Wisdom did I sow,~        And with 677 60| on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit~        Shall lure it back 678 | without 679 85| well,~        I often wonder what the Vintners buy~        680 60| all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.~ 681 27| foolish Prophets forth; their Works to Scorn~        Are scatter' 682 16| XVI.~        The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts 683 27| discuss'd~        Of the Two Worlds so learnedly, are thrust~        684 47| But leave the Wise to wrangle, and with me~        The 685 81| Windingsheet of Vine-leaf wrapt,~        So bury me by some 686 67| Kindle to Love, or Wrath -- consume me quite,~        687 70| Nay, but for terror of his wrathful Face,~        I swear I 688 60| Finger writes; and, having writ,~        Moves on: nor all 689 60| The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,~        690 83| Credit in Men's Eye much wrong:~        Have drown'd my 691 63| first Morning of Creation wrote~        What the Last Dawn 692 75| That He who subtly wrought me into Shape~        Should 693 10| X.~        But come with old 694 90| XC.~        And when like her, 695 11| XI.~        With me along the 696 12| XII.~        A Book of Verses 697 13| XIII.~        Some for the Glories 698 14| XIV.~        Were it not Folly, 699 19| XIX.~        They say the Lion 700 40| XL.~        A Moment's Halt -- 701 41| XLI.~        Oh, plagued no 702 42| XLII.~        Waste not your 703 43| XLIII.~        You know, my Friends, 704 44| XLIV.~        And lately, by 705 49| XLIX.~        Strange, is it 706 45| XLV.~        The Grape that 707 46| XLVI.~        Why, be this Juice 708 47| XLVII.~        But leave the Wise 709 48| XLVIII.~        For in and out, 710 15| XV.~        Look to the Rose 711 16| XVI.~        The Worldly Hope 712 17| XVII.~        And those who husbanded 713 18| XVIII.~        Think, in this 714 20| XX.~        I sometimes think 715 21| XXI.~        And this delightful 716 22| XXII.~        Ah, my Beloved, 717 23| XXIII.~        Lo! some we loved, 718 24| XXIV.~        And we, that now 719 29| XXIX.~        Myself when young 720 25| XXV.~        Ah, make the most 721 26| XXVI.~        Alike for those 722 27| XXVII.~        Why, all the Saints 723 28| XXVIII.~        Oh, come with old 724 30| XXX.~        With them the Seed 725 31| XXXI.~        Into this Universe, 726 32| XXXII.~        Up from Earth's 727 33| XXXIII.~        There was the Door 728 34| XXXIV.~        Then to the rolling 729 39| XXXIX.~        Ah, fill the Cup: -- 730 35| XXXV.~        Then to the Lip 731 36| XXXVI.~        I think the Vessel, 732 37| XXXVII.~        For in the Market-place, 733 38| XXXVIII.~        And has not such 734 63| sow'd the Seed:~        Yea, the first Morning of Creation 735 4 | IV.~        Now the New Year reviving old Desires,~        736 22| Yesterday's Sev'n Thousand Years.~ 737 6 | to the Rose~        That yellow Cheek of hers to incarnadine.~ 738 | Yes 739 87| the Desert of the Fountain yield~        One glimpse -- If 740 5 | the Vine her ancient ruby yields,~        And still a Garden 741 68| Something to resent the yoke~        Of unpermitted Pleasure, 742 29| XXIX.~        Myself when young did eagerly frequent~        743 86| with the Rose!~        That Youth's sweet-scented Manuscript


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