FOBO - The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam (page 2/2)

“IV
Now the New Year reviving old Desires,
The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires,
Where the WHITE HAND of MOSES on the Bough
Puts out, and Jesus from the ground suspires. [more...]

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Fill the cup that clears

XX
Ah, my Beloved, fill the cup that clears
TO-DAY of past Regrets and future Fears—
Tomorrow? - Why, To-morrow I may be
Myself with Yesterday’s Sev’n Thousand Years. [more...]

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Myself when young

XXVII
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 as in I went. [more...]

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Earth Could Not Answer

XXXIII
Earth could not answer; nor the Seas that mourn
In flowing Purple, of their Lord forlorn;
Nor rolling Heaven, with all his Signs reveal’d
And hidden by the sleeve of Night and Morn. [more...]

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A Potter thumping his wet clay

“XXXVI
think the Vessel, that with fugitive
Articulation answer’d, once did live,
And drink; and Ah! the passive Lip I kiss’d,
How many Kisses might it take—and give! [more...]

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Poured Millions of Bubbles

XLVI. [more...]

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Lured with hope of some Diviner Drink

“LX
The mighty Mahmud, Allah-breathing Lord,
That all the misbelieving and black Horde
Of Fears and Sorrows that infest the Soul
Scatters before him with his whirlwind Sword. [more...]

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Helpless Pieces of the Game he Plays

In the picture, an old white-bearded man wearing a green robe and headband is holding one hand aloft and beckoning with the other. [more...]

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Did the Hand then of the Potter shake

A boy or young man kneels, wearing only a loin-cloth: he is bare-chested and barefoot. He is a potter, holding a cup. [more...]

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