Tag: Edward FitzGerald

Some for the Glories of This World; and some

Sigh for the Prophet’s Paradise to come;

Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go,

Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!

(The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam)

Edward FitzGerald

A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,

A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread — and Thou

Beside me singing in the Wilderness —

Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!

(The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam)

Edward FitzGerald

The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,

Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit

Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,

Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.

(The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam)

Edward FitzGerald