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 ...
I am the Reaper. All things with heedful hook Silent I gather. Pale roses touched with the spring, Tall corn ...
Hark, how the birds do sing, And woods do ring! All creatures have their joy, and man hath his. Yet ...
My own heart let me have more have pity on; let Me live to my sad self hereafter kind, Charitable; ...
[From the Morlack.) WHAT is yonder white thing in the forest? Is it snow, or can it swans perchance be? ...
God with us truly, completely crying with us, for us in the midst of our pain Knowing fully the pain ...
Entering into Christ in the baptism of believers dying to our old selves rising as new creations the fullness of ...
Little comfort in the scriptures except in the abstract the real-world issues staring us in the face Trial in the ...
We dream of a world without pain without poverty, without hunger a just and loving world we dream of a ...
We dream of a world without pain without poverty, without hunger we dream of a place for us in your ...
There once was a bird that lived up in a tree, And all he could whistle was "Fiddle-dee-dee" - A ...
Tis true of courage I'm no mistress No Boadicia nor Thalestriss Nor shall I e'er be famed hereafter For such ...
1 Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
How many paltry, foolish, painted things, That now is coaches trouble every street, Shall be forgotten, whom no Poet sings, ...
How many paltry foolish painted things, That now in coaches trouble every street, Shall be forgotten, whom no poet sings, ...
England, with all thy faults, I love thee still-- My country! and, while yet a nook is left Where English ...
When sycamore leaves wer a-spreaden Green-ruddy in hedges, Bezide the red doust o' the ridges, A-dried at Woak Hill; I ...
Sence fair Jessica hez left us Seems ez ef she hed bereft us, When she went, o' half o' livin'; ...
When sycamore leaves wer a-spreaden Green-ruddy in hedges, Bezide the red doust o' the ridges, A-dried at Woak Hill; I ...
SIT stilla worda breath may break (As light airs stir a sleeping lake,) The glassy calm that soothes my woes, ...
' SISTER, you've sat there all the day, Come to the hearth awhile; The wind so wildly sweeps away, The ...
1. Dear relatives and friends, when my last breath Grows large and free in air, don't call it death -- ...
The grey gulls drift across the bay Softly and still as flakes of snow Against the thinning fog. All day ...
I lie stretched out upon the window-seat And doze, and read a page or two, and doze, And feel the ...
A Small Dream It was only a small dream of the Golden World, now you trot off to bed. I'll ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
We sit together and talk, or smoke in silence. You say (but use no words) 'this night is passing As ...
The lamplit page is turned, the dream forgotten; The music changes tone, you wake, remember Deep worlds you lived before,-deep ...
1 Senlin sat before us and we heard him. He smoked his pipe before us and we saw him. Was ...
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