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The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

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‘<strong>The</strong> Rubáiyát <strong>of</strong> Omar Khayyám’ (1859) st. 11; ;<br />

‘A book <strong>of</strong> verses underneath the bough, ;<br />

A jug <strong>of</strong> wine, a loaf <strong>of</strong> bread—and Thou ;<br />

Beside me singing in the wilderness ;<br />

Oh, wilderness were paradise enow!’ ;<br />

in 4th ed. (1879) st. 12<br />

Ah, take the cash in hand and waive the rest;<br />

Oh, the brave music <strong>of</strong> a distant drum!<br />

‘<strong>The</strong> Rubáiyát <strong>of</strong> Omar Khayyám’ (1859) st. 12; ;<br />

‘Ah, take the cash and let the credit go, ;<br />

Nor heed the rumble <strong>of</strong> a distant drum!’ ;<br />

in 4th ed. (1879) st. 13<br />

Think, in this battered caravanserai<br />

Whose doorways are alternate night and day,<br />

How sultan after sultan with his pomp<br />

Abode his hour or two, and went his way.<br />

‘<strong>The</strong> Rubáiyát <strong>of</strong> Omar Khayyám’ (1859) st. 15;<br />

‘Think, in this battered caravanserai ;<br />

Whose portals are alternate night and day, ;<br />

How sultan after sultan with his pomp ;<br />

Abode his destined hour, and went his way.’ ;<br />

in 4th ed. (1879) st. 17<br />

I sometimes think that never blows so red<br />

<strong>The</strong> rose as where some buried Caesar bled.<br />

‘<strong>The</strong> Rubáiyát <strong>of</strong> Omar Khayyám’ (1859) st. 18<br />

Ah, my belovèd, fill the cup that clears<br />

To-day <strong>of</strong> past regrets and future fears:<br />

To-morrow!—Why, to-morrow I may be<br />

Myself with yesterday’s seven thousand years.<br />

‘<strong>The</strong> Rubáiyát <strong>of</strong> Omar Khayyám’ (1859) st. 20<br />

Ah, make the most <strong>of</strong> what we yet may spend,<br />

Before we too into the dust descend;<br />

Dust into dust, and under dust, to lie,<br />

Sans wine, sans song, sans singer, and—sans End!<br />

‘<strong>The</strong> Rubáiyát <strong>of</strong> Omar Khayyám’ (1859) st. 23<br />

Oh, come with old Khayy m, and leave the wise<br />

To talk; one thing is certain, that life flies;<br />

One thing is certain, and the rest is lies;<br />

<strong>The</strong> flower that once hath blown for ever dies.<br />

‘<strong>The</strong> Rubáiyát <strong>of</strong> Omar Khayyám’ (1859) st. 26; ;<br />

‘Oh threats <strong>of</strong> Hell and hopes <strong>of</strong> Paradise! ;<br />

One thing at least is certain—This life flies; ;<br />

One thing is certain and the rest is lies; ;

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