Thy Return is as another Sun to Heaven; a new Rose blooming in the Garden of the Soul.
OMAR KHAYYAMThe wine-cup is the little silver well, Where truth, if truth there be, doth dwell.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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The Flower that once has blown forever dies.
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Heaven but the vision of fulfilled desire, and Hell the shadow from a soul on fire.
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The entire world shall be populous with that action which saves one soul from despair.
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Drink wine. This is life eternal. This is all that youth will give you. It is the season for wine, roses and drunken friends. Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.
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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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To friends and eke to foes true kindness show; No kindly heart unkindly deeds will do; Harshness will alienate a bosom friend. And kindness reconcile a deadly foe.
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Wake! For the Sun, who scatter’d into flight The Stars before him from the Field of Night, Drives Night along with them from Heav’n, and strikes The Sultan’s Turret with a Shaft of Light.
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To be free of belief and unbelief is my religion.
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A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou.
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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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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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The moving finger writes; and having writ, moves on.
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Why, all the Saints and Sages who discuss’d Of the Two Worlds so wisely – they are thrust Like foolish Prophets forth; their Words to Scorn Are scattered, and their mouths are stopped with Dust.
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A drink is shorter than a tale.
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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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