Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youths sweet-scented Manuscript should close!
OMAR KHAYYAMThis body is a tent which for a space Does the pure soul with kingly presence grace; When he departs, comes the tent-pitcher, Death, Strikes it, and moves to a new halting-place.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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A hair divides what is false and true.
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In monasteries, seminaries, retreats and synagogues, they fear hell and seek paradise. Those who know the mysteries of God never let that seed be planted in their souls.
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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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The moving finger writes; and having writ, moves on.
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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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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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This clay, so strong of heart, of sense so fine, Surely such clay is more than half divine–‘Tis only fools speak evil of the clay, The very stars are made of clay like mine.
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I wonder what the vintners buy one half so precious as the stuff they sell.
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The wine-cup is the little silver well, Where truth, if truth there be, doth dwell.
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I came like Water, and like Wind I go.
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Think not I dread to see my spirit fly, Through the dark gates of fell mortality; Death has no terrors when the life is true; ‘Tis living ill that makes us fear to die.
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Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup Before Life’s Liquor in its Cup be dry.
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Tomorrow! – Why, tomorrow I may be Myself with yesterday’s sev’n thousand years.
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Heaven but the vision of fulfilled desire, and Hell the shadow from a soul on fire.
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Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.
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