~ Omar Khayyam Quotes ~

[MysteRy]

I sent my Soul through the Invisible Some letter of that After-life to spell And by and by my Soul returned to me And answered 'I Myself am Heav'n and Hell.'

[MysteRy]

And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky Whereunder crawling coop'd we live and die Lift not your hands to it for help - for it As impotently moves as you or I.

[MysteRy]

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.

[MysteRy]

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.

[MysteRy]

And this I know; whether the one True Light Kindle to Love or Wrath consume me quite One flash of it within the Tavern caught Better than in the temple lost outright.

[MysteRy]

You know my friends with what a brave carouse I made a second marriage in my house; Divorced old barren reason from my bed And took the daughter of the vine to spouse.

[MysteRy]

Strange - is it not? - that of the myriads who Before us passed the door of Darkness through Not one returns to tell us of the road Which to discover we must travel too.

[MysteRy]

Ah love! could you and I with Him conspire To grasp this sorry scheme of things entire Would not we shatter it to bits - and then Re-mold it nearer to the heart's desire!

[MysteRy]

Ah Love! could you and I with him conspire To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire Would we not shatter it to bits - and then Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire?

[MysteRy]

Yet Ah that Spring should vanish with the Rose. That Youth's sweetscented manuscript should close! The Nightingale that in the branches sang Ah whence and whither flown again who knows?