Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám |
Common terms and phrases
answer'd Attár Bahrám Beside me singing blows Bodleian buried Caravanserai Clay Copy cries dánad Darkness didst Divinité Divinity Door drank drink Dust earthen Bowl Edward Fitzgerald Fate Fcap fill the Cup Fire of Spring fling flung Garden gone Grape Háfiz Hasan Hátim Heav'n IDLE HOUR Imám Jamshyd Juice Kaikobád Khorassán LARK CLASSICS lean little Hour lovely Head Lucretius Mahmúd Malik Shah Mons Moon Muezzin Mysticism Naishápúr Nicolas Nightingale Nizám-ul-Mulk old Khayyám Omar Khayyám Omar's once lovely Oriental Pantheism Paradise enow Pehlevi perhaps Persian Poems Poet Porter Garnett Potter predestin'd Quatrain Ramazán red The Rose Rose round Rubáiyát of Omar says scatter'd Song Soul Spring Stanzas Story Súfi Sultán taste Tavern tell Tetrastichs Thee Thou Beside Throne of Saturn TO-DAY TO-MORROW Translated underneath the Bough Verses underneath Vessel Vine Vintage Vizier whence whither Wilderness were Paradise William Henry Hudson willy-nilly Wind World
Popular passages
Page 112 - Hath not the potter power over the clay, of the same lump to make one vessel unto honour, and another unto dishonour?
Page 86 - Into this Universe, and Why not knowing Nor Whence, like Water willy-nilly flowing; And out of it, as Wind along the Waste, I know not Whither, willy-nilly blowing.
Page 83 - I 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.
Page 84 - Ah, 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!
Page 64 - The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.
Page 85 - Myself when young did eagerly frequent Doctor and Saint, and heard great argument About it and about : but evermore Came out by the same door where in I went...
Page 58 - Waste not your Hour, nor in the vain pursuit Of This and That endeavor and dispute; Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.
Page 48 - And we, that now make merry in the Room They left, and Summer dresses in new bloom, Ourselves must we beneath the Couch of Earth Descend — ourselves to make a Couch — for whom?
Page 87 - Up from Earth's Centre through the Seventh Gate I rose, and on the Throne of Saturn sate, And many a Knot unravel'd by the Road; But not the Master-knot of Human Fate.
Page 82 - 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.