The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam (Omar Khayyam Poem)
I. Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
I. Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
Reading the menu at the morning service: - Iced Venusberg perhaps, or buttered bum - Orders the usual sex-ersatz, and, ...
I've trod the links with many a man, And played him club for club; 'Tis scarce a year since I ...
Not to sleep all the night long, for pure joy, Counting no sheep and careless of chimes Welcoming the dawn ...
Little soul, little perpetually undressed one, Do now as I bid you, climb The shelf-like branches of the spruce tree; ...
What must she have thought, when she reached into my jeans pocket before laundry and found a muskrat paw I ...
His eyes tell the story Captured in the ephemeral emulsion Of the digital image Silently, knowingly Speaking Of the things ...
DAN CUPID, though the god of soft amour, In ev'ry age works miracles a store; Can Catos change to male ...
IN Lombardy's fair land, in days of yore, Once dwelt a prince, of youthful charms, a store; Each FAIR, with ...
IT fell in the ancient periods Which the brooding soul surveys, Or ever the wild Time coin'd itself Into calendar ...
Thou hast committed- Fornication: but that was in another country, And besides, the wench is dead. The Jew of Malta. ...
I Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to ...
If the debate rages in the pages of the news today then I'm confused, I've searched and found no evidence. ...
They had not seen, for ages, such beautiful gifts in Delphi as these that had been sent by the two ...
It goes on being Alexandria still. Just walk a bit along the straight road that ends at the Hippodrome and ...
Smile at us, pay us, pass us; but do not quite forget; For we are the people of England, that ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
Tobacco smoke drifts up to the dim ceiling From half a dozen pipes and cigarettes, Curling in endless shapes, in ...
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...
"Why?" Because all I haply can and do, All that I am now, all I hope to be,-- Whence comes ...
PART I O! nothing earthly save the ray (Thrown back from flowers) of Beauty's eye, As in those gardens where ...
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