Tag: Omar
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Rubaiyat #16
Think, in this batter’d Caravanserai Whose Doorways are alternate Night and Day, How Sultan after Sultan with his Pomp Abode his Hour or two, and went his way.
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Rubaiyat #15
And those who husbanded the Golden Grain, And those who flung it to the Winds like Rain, Alike to no such aureate Earth are turn’d As, buried once, Men want dug up again.
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Rubaiyat #14
The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon Turn Ashes – or its prospers; and anon, Like Snow upon the Desert’s dusty Face Lighting a little Hour or two – is gone.
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Rubaiyat #13
Look to the Rose that blows about us – “Lo, Laughing” she says, ” into the World I blow : At once the silken Tassel of my Purse Tear, and its Treasure on the Garden throw.”
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Rubaiyat #11
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.
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Rubaiyat #10
With me along some Strip of Herbage strown That just divides the desert from the sown, Where name of Slave and Sultan scarce is known, And pity Sultan Mahmud on his Throne.
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Rubaiyat #9
But come with old Khayyam, and leave the Lot Of Kaikobad and Kaikhosru forgot : Let Rustum lay about him as he will , Or Hatim Tai cry Supper – heed the not.
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Rubaiyat #8
And look a thousand Blossoms with the day Woke – and a thousand scatter’d into clay : And this first Summer Month that brings the Rose SHall take Jamshyd and Kaikobad away.
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Rubaiyat #7
Come, 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.
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Rubaiyat #6
And David’s Lips are lock’t; but in divine High piping Pehlevi, with “Wine! Wine! Wine! Red Wine!” – the Nightingale cries to the Rose That yellow Cheek of hers to incarnadine.
THE NECROMANCER 