Give me a flagon of red wine, a book of verses, a loaf of bread, and a little idleness. If with such store I might sit by thy dear side in some lonely place, I should deem myself happier than a king in his kingdom.
OMAR KHAYYAMBut helpless Pieces of the Game He plays Upon this Checker-board of Nights and Days; Hither and thither moves, and checks, and slays, And one by one back in the Closet lays.
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So I be written in the Book of Love. I do not care about that Book Above. Erase my name, or write it as you will. So I be written in the Book of Love.
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Oh Thou, who Man of baser Earth didst make, And ev’n with Paradise devise the snake; For all the Sin wherewith the Face of Man Is blackened – Man’s forgiveness give and take!
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But helpless Pieces of the Game He plays Upon this Checker-board of Nights and Days; Hither and thither moves, and checks, and slays, And one by one back in the Closet lays.
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Here’s to the man Who owns the land That bears the grapes That makes the wine That tastes as good As this does.
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The moving finger writes; and having writ, moves on.
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Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and-sans End!
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The wine-cup is the little silver well, Where truth, if truth there be, doth dwell.
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Algebras (jabbre and maqabeleh) are geometric facts which are proved by propositions five and six of Book two of Elements.
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Yes, the first morning of creation wrote what the last dawn of reckoning shall read.
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The Stars are setting and the Caravan Starts for the Dawn of Nothing-Oh, make haste!
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My friend, let’s not think of tomorrow, but let’s enjoy this fleeting moment of life.
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You know, my friends, with what a brave carouse I made a Second Marriage in my house; favored old barren reason from my bed, and took the daughter of the vine to spouse.
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Heaven but the vision of fulfilled desire, and Hell the shadow from a soul on fire.
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Heaven has not learned of my arrival, and my departure will not in the least diminish it beauty and grandeur. I will sleep underground, for us ephemeral mortals, the only eternity is the moment and drinking to the moment is better than weeping for it.
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Thy Return is as another Sun to Heaven; a new Rose blooming in the Garden of the Soul.
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