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THE RUBAIYAT OF 
 OMAR KHAYYAM 
 
 I 
 
 "^rwjAKE T 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 Sultdn's Turret with a Shaft of Light. 
 
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 ■OEFORE the phantom of False morning died, 
 Methought a Voice within the Tavern cried, 
 "When all the temple is prepared within. 
 Why nods the drowsy W^orshipper outside?" 
 
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 ■^rND, as the Cock crew, those who stood before 
 The Tavern shouted — "Open then the Door I 
 You know how little while we have to stay, 
 And, once departed, may return no more." 
 
IV 
 
 "I^OW the New Year reviving old Desires, 
 The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires, 
 Where the "White Hand of Moses on the Bough 
 Puts out, and Jesus from the ground suspires. 
 
 V 
 
 TTRAM indeed is gone with all his Rose, 
 
 And Jamshyd's Sev'n-ring'd Cup where no one 
 
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 But still a Ruby kindles in the Vine, 
 
 And many a garden by the water blows. 
 
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 grND David's lips are lockt ; but in divine 
 
 High-piping Pehlevi, with "Wine I Wine! 
 Wine! 
 Red Wine I" —the Nightingale cries to the Rose 
 That sallow cheek of hers t' incarnadine. 
 
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 QOME, fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring 
 Your "Winter-garment of Repentance fling: 
 The Bird of time has but a little way 
 To flutter— and the Bird is on the Wing. 
 
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 TjnHETHER at Naishapiir or Babylon, 
 
 "Whether the Cup with sweet or bitter run, 
 The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop, 
 The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one. 
 
 IX 
 
 ^ACH morn a thousand Roses brings, you say; 
 Yes, but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday? 
 And this first Summer month that brings the 
 Rose 
 Shall take Jamshyd and Kaikobad away. 
 
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 XinELL, let it take them! 'What have we to do 
 With Kaikobdd the Great, or Kaikhosru? 
 Let Zal and Rustum bluster as they will, 
 Or Hdtim call to Supper— heed not you. 
 
 XI 
 
 'WniTH me along the strip of Herbage strewn 
 
 That just divides the desert from the sown, 
 "Where name of Slave and Sultdn is forgot— 
 And Peace to Mahmud on his golden Throne! 
 
XII 
 
 "XT 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! 
 
 XIII 
 
 flrOME 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 the distant drum. 
 
 
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 TyOOK to the blowing Rose about us— "Lo, 
 
 Laughing " she says, "into this world I blow, 
 At once the silken tassel of my Purse 
 Tear, and its Treasure on the Garden throw." 
 
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 ^jffND those who husbanded the Golden grain, 
 
 And those who fling it to the wind like Rain 
 Alike to no such aureate Earth are turn'd 
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 '^HE "Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon 
 Turns Ashes— or it prospers; and anon, 
 Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face, 
 Lighting a little hour or two — was gone. 
 
 XVII 
 
 ■^HINK, in this batter'd Caravanserai 
 
 Whose Portals are alternate Night and Day, 
 How Sultdn after Sultdn with his Pomp 
 Abode his destin'd Hour, and went his way. 
 
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 'T^HEY say the Lion and the Li2ard keep 
 
 The Courts where Jamshyd gloried and drank 
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 And Bahram, that great Hunter— the Wild Ass 
 Stamps o'er his Head, but cannot break his Sleep. 
 
 XIX 
 
 "r SOMETIMES think that never blows so red 
 The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; 
 That every Hyacinth the Garden wears 
 
 Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head. 
 
XX 
 
 ■JZTND this reviving Herb whose tender Green 
 Fledges the River-Lip on which we lean — 
 Ah, lean upon it lightly! for who knows 
 From what once lovely Lip it springs unseen! 
 
 XXI 
 
 IjCTH, my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears 
 
 To-day of past Regret and future Fears : 
 To-morrow!— "Why, To-morrow I may be 
 Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n thousand Years, 
 
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 TQOR some we loved, the lovliest and the best 
 That from his Vintage rolling Time hath prest, 
 Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before, 
 And one by one crept silently to rest. 
 
 XXIII 
 
 ^crND we that now make merry in the Room 
 
 They left, and Summer dresses in new bloom. 
 
 Ourselves must we beneath the Couch of Earth 
 
 Descend— ourselves to make a Couch— for whom ? 
 
XXIV 
 
 ^□TH, make the most of what we yet may spend, 
 Before we too into the dust descend ; 
 Dust into Dust, and under Dust, to lie, 
 Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and— sans End ! 
 
 XXV 
 
 ^XLIKE for those who for To-day prepare, 
 
 And those that after some To-morro"W stare, 
 A Muezzin from the Tower of Darkness cries, 
 "Fools ! your Reward is Neither Here nor There." 
 
XXVI 
 
 TjnHY, 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 scatter'd, and their Mouths are stopt with 
 Dust. 
 
 XXVII 
 
 |T\YSELF when young did eagerly frequent 
 
 Doctor and Saint, and heard great argument 
 About it and about : but evermore 
 Came out by the same door where in I went. 
 
XXVIII 
 
 TjniTH them the seed of Wisdom did I sow, 
 
 And with mine own hand wrought to m.ake 
 it grow; 
 And this was all the Harvest that I reap'd— 
 " I came like Water, and like Wind I go." 
 
 XXIX 
 
 TTNTO this Universe, and Why not knowing 
 Nor Whence, like Water willy-nilly flowing 
 And out of it, as Wind along the Waste, 
 
 I know not Whither, willy-nilly blowing. 
 
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 ■TWIH AT, without asking, hither hurried TFAence ? 
 And, without asking, Whither hurried hence ! 
 Oh, many a Cup of this forbidden "Wine 
 Must drown the memory of that insolence ! 
 
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 TXP from Earth's Centre through the Seventh 
 Gate 
 I rose, and on the throne of Saturn sate. 
 And many a knot unravel'd by the Road ; 
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 'TTHERE was the Door to which I found no Key ; 
 There was the Veil through which I might 
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 Some little talk awhile of Me and Thee 
 There was— and then no more of Thee and Me. 
 
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 'J^HEN of the Thee in Me who works behind 
 The Veil, I lifted up my hands to find 
 A Lamp amid the Darkness; and I heard, 
 As from without— "The Me \vithin Thee blind I" 
 
 XXXV 
 
 -TTHEN to the Lip of this poor earthern Urn 
 I lean'd, the Secret of my Life to learn : 
 And Lip to Lip it murmur'd— "While you live, 
 Drink I— for, once dead, you never shall return." 
 
XXXVI 
 
 Y THINK the Vessel, that with fugitive 
 Articulation answer'd, once did live* 
 And drink ; and Ah I the passive Lip I kiss'd, 
 
 How many kisses might it take— and give I 
 
 XXXVII 
 
 TTTOR I remember stopping by the way 
 
 To watch a Potter thumping his wet Clay : 
 And with its all-obliterated Tongue 
 It murmur'd— "Gently Brother, gently, pray I" 
 
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 ■jn'ND has not such a Story from of Old 
 
 Down Man's successive generations roU'd 
 Of such a cloud of saturated Earth 
 Cast by the Maker into Human mould? 
 
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 "ZTND not a drop that from our Cups we throw 
 For Earth to drink of, but may steal below 
 To quench the fire of Anguish in some Eye 
 There hidden — far beneath, and long ago. 
 
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 Of Heav'nly Vintage from the soil looks up. 
 Do you devoutly do the like, till Heav'n 
 To Earth invert you— like an empty Cup. 
 
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 -QERPLEXT no niore with Human or Divine, 
 To-morrow's tangle to the winds resign, 
 And lose your fingers in the tresses of 
 The Cypress-slender Minister of "Wine. 
 
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 ^TND if the "Wine you drink, the Lip you press. 
 End in what All begins and ends in— Yes; 
 Think then you are To-day what Yesterday 
 You were— To-morrow you shall not be less. 
 
 XLIII 
 
 G[0 when the Angel of the darker Drink 
 
 At last shall find you by the river-brink 
 And, offering his Cup, invite your Soul 
 Forth to your Lips to quaff— you shall not shrink. 
 
XLIV 
 
 "VD^HY, if the soul can fling the Dust aside, 
 And naked on the Air of Heaven ride, 
 "Were 't not a Shame— were 't not a Shame for 
 him 
 In this clay carcass crippled to abide? 
 
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 '-^^IS but a Tent where takes his one day's rest 
 A Sultdn to the realm of Death addrest ; 
 The Sultan rises, and the dark Ferrash 
 Strikes, and prepares it for another Guest. 
 
 
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 ^XND fear not lest Existence closing your 
 
 Account, and mine, should know the like 
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 The Eternal Sdki from that Bowl has pour'd 
 Millions of Bubbles like us, and will pour 
 
 XLVII 
 
 ■"WirjHEN You and I behind the Veil are past, 
 
 Oh, but the long, long while the "World shall 
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 "Which of our Coming and Departure heeds 
 As the Sea's self should heed a pebble-cast. 
 
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 ^n" MOMENT'S Halt-a momentary taste 
 
 Of Being from the Well amid the 'Waste— 
 And Lol— the the phantom Caravan has reach'd 
 The Nothing it set out from— Oh, make haste! 
 
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 "'WnOULD you that spangle of Existance spend 
 About THE SECRET— quick about it, Friend I 
 A Hair perhaps divides the False and True ; 
 And upon what, prithee, does life depend ? 
 
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 Yes; and a single Alif were the clue- 
 Could you but find it— to the Treasure-house, 
 And peradventure to The Master too ; 
 
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 TjnHOSE secret Presence, through Creation's 
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 Running Quicksilver-like eludes your pains ; 
 Taking all shapes from Mah to Mdhi ; and 
 They change and perish all— but He remains. 
 
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 "^ MOMENT guess'd— then back behind the Fold 
 Immerst of Darkness round the Drama roU'd 
 Which, for the Pastime of Eternity, 
 He doth Himself contrive, enact, behold. 
 
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 "OUT if in vain, down on the stubborn floor 
 
 Of Earth, and up to Heav'n's unopening Door, 
 You gaze To-day, while You are You — how then 
 To-MORROW^, when You shall be You no more? 
 
 
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 XjnASTE not your Hour, nor in the vain pursuit 
 Of This and That endeavor to dispute ; 
 Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape 
 Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit. 
 
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 TT^OU know, my Friends, with what a brave 
 Carouse 
 I made a Second Marriage in my house; 
 Divorced old barren Reason from my Bed, 
 And took the Daughter of the Vine to Spouse. 
 
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 TQOR " Is" and " Is-not" though with Rule and Line, 
 And " Up-and-down" by Logic I define, 
 Of all that should care to fathom, I 
 'Was never deep in anything but— Wine. 
 
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 ■^FH, but my Computations, People say 
 
 Reduced the Year to better reckoning?— Nay, 
 'Twas only striking from the Calendar 
 Unborn To-morrow and dead Yesterday. 
 
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 ■^XND lately, by the Tavern Door agape, 
 
 Came shining through the Dusk an Angel 
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 Bearing a Vessel on his Shoulder ; and 
 He bid me taste of it; and 'twas— the Grape! 
 
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 •rrHE Grape that can with Logic absolute 
 
 The Two-and-Seventy jarring Sects confute; 
 The sovereign Alchemist that in a trice 
 Life's leaden metal into Gold transmute : 
 
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 -r^HE mighty Mahmtid, Allah-breathing Lord, 
 That all the misbelieving and black Horde 
 Of Fears and Sorrows that infest the Soul 
 Scatters before him with his whirlwind Sword. 
 
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 "TjnHY, be this Juice the growth of God, who dare 
 Blaspheme the twisted tendril as a Snare? 
 A Blessing, we should use it, should we not? 
 And if a Curse— why, then, Who set it there? 
 
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 "r MUST abjure the Balm of Life, I must 
 
 Scared by some After-reckoning ta'en on trust. 
 Or lured with Hope of some Diviner Drink, 
 
 To fill the Cup— when crumbled into Dust! 
 
 LXIII 
 
 f\ii, threats of Hell and Hopes of Paradise! 
 One thing at least is certain — This Life flies, 
 One thing is certain and the rest is Lies ; 
 The flower that once has blown for ever dies. 
 

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 GfTRANGE, is it not? that of the myriads who 
 
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 Not one returns to tell us of the Road, 
 'Which to discover we must travel too. 
 
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 '^HE Revelations of Devout and Learn'd 
 
 Who rose before us, and as Prophets burn'd, 
 Are all but Stories, which, awoke from Sleep 
 They told their comrades, and to Sleep return'd. 
 
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 And by and by my Soul return'd to me, 
 
 And answer'd "I Myself am Heaven and Hell :" 
 
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 IgEAV'N but the Vision of f ulfill'd Desire, 
 
 And Hell the Shadow from a Soul on fire 
 Cast on the Darkness into which Ourselves, 
 So late emerg'd from, shall so soon expire. 
 
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 XyjE are no other than a moving row 
 
 Of Magic Shadow-shapes that come and go 
 Round with the Sun-illumin'd Lantern held 
 In Midnight by the Master of the Show ; 
 
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 "OUT helpless Pieces of the Game He plays 
 
 Upon this Chequer-board of Nights and Days 
 Hither and thither moves, and checks, and 
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 ■TTiHE Ball no question makes of Ayes and Noes, 
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 And He that toss'd you down into the Field, 
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 -J^HE Moving Finger writes ; and, having writ. 
 Moves on : nor all your Piety nor Wit 
 Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, 
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 ^q'ND that inverted Bowl they call the Sky, 
 
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 Lift not your hands to It for help— for it 
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 And there of the Last Harvest sow'd the Seed : 
 And the first Morning of Creation wrote 
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 77'ESTERDAY T/iis Day's Madness did prepare; 
 To-MORROW'S Silence, Triumph, or Despair : 
 Drink! for you know not whence you came, 
 nor why ; 
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 'I' TELL you this— When, started from the Goal, 
 Over the flaming shoulders of the Foal 
 Of Heav'n Parwin and Mushtari they flung, 
 In my predestin'd Plot of Dust and Soul. 
 
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 'r!iHE Vine has struck a fibre : which about 
 If clings my Being— let the Dervish flout ; 
 Of my Base metal may be filed a key. 
 That shall unlock the Door he howls without. 
 
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 ^TND this I know : whether the one True Light 
 Kindle to Love, or Wrath-consume me quite, 
 One flash of It within the Tavern caught 
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 XyjHAT! out of senseless Nothing to provoke 
 A concious Something to resent the yoke 
 Of unpermitted Pleasure, under pain 
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 XVyHATI from his helpless Creature be repaid 
 Pure for what he lent him dross-alloy'd— 
 Sue for a Debt we never did contract, 
 And cannot answer— Oh, the sorry trade I 
 
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 f\a Thou, who didst with pitfall and with gin 
 Beset the Road I was to wander in, 
 Thou wilt not with Predestin'd Evil round 
 Enmesh, and then impute my Fall to Sin ! 
 
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 /^H Thou, who Man of baser Earth didst make, 
 And ev'n with Paradise devise the snake: 
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 Slunk hunger-stricken Ramazan away, 
 Once more within the Potter's house alone 
 I stood, surrounded by the Shapes of Clay. 
 
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 car H APES of all Sorts and Sizes, great and small, 
 That stood along the floor and by the wall; 
 And some loquacious vessels were ; and some 
 Listen'd perhaps, but never talk'd at all. 
 
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 Cr AID one among them— "Surely not in vain 
 
 My substance of the common Earth was ta'en 
 And to this Figure moulded, to be broke, 
 Or trampled back to shapeless Earth again." 
 
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 TTTFTER a momentary silence spake 
 
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 "They sneer at me for leaning all awry : 
 What! did the Hand then of the Potter shake?" 
 
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 "YJlHEREAT some one of the loquacious Lot- 
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 "All this of Pot and Potter— Tell me then, 
 WTio is the Potter, pray, and who the Pot?" 
 
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 Of one who threatens he will toss to Hell 
 The luckless Pots he marr'd in making— Pish I 
 "He's a Good Fellow, and 'twill all be well." 
 
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 ••XJIELL," murmur'd one, "Let whoso make or 
 buy, 
 My Clay with long Oblivion is gone dry : 
 But fill me with the cold familiar Juice, 
 Methinks I might recover by and by." 
 
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 The little Moon look'd in that all were seeking : 
 And then they jogg'd each other, "Brother! 
 Brother! 
 Now for the Porter's shoulder-knot a-creaking!" 
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 'ZTti, with the Grape my fading Life provide, 
 
 And wash the Body whence the Life has died. 
 And lay me, shrouded in the living Leaf, 
 By some not unfrequented Garden-side. 
 
XCII 
 
 't^HAT ev'n my buried Ashes such a snare 
 Of Vintage shall fling up into the Air 
 As not a True-believer passing by 
 But shall be overtaken unaware. 
 
 XCIII 
 
 "TNOEED the Idols I have loved so long 
 
 Have done my credit in this World much 
 wrong: 
 Have drown'd my Glory in a shallow Cup, 
 And sold my Reputation for a Song. 
 
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 XCIV 
 
 TTNDEED, indeed, Repentance oft before 
 I swore— but was I sober when I swore? 
 And then and then came Spring, and Rose-in- 
 hand 
 
 My thread-bare Penitence apieces tore. 
 
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 ^q'ND rrluch as Wine has play'd the Infldel, 
 And robb'd my Robe of Honor— "Well, 
 I wonder often what the Vintners buy 
 One half so precious as the stuff they sell. 
 
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 "FT'ET Ah, that Spring should vanish with the Rose I 
 That Youth's sweet-scented manuscript should 
 close ! 
 The Nightingale that in the branches sang, 
 Ah, whence, and whither flown again, who knows ! 
 
 XCVII 
 
 "WyiOULD but the Desert of the Fountain yield 
 One glimpse— if dinily, yet indeed, reveal'd, 
 To which the fainting Traveller might spring, 
 As springs the trampled herbage of the field I 
 
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 XJIOULD but some wing6d Angel ere too late 
 Arrest the yet unfolded Roll of Fate, 
 And make the stern Recorder otherwise 
 Enregister, or quite obliterate! 
 
 XCIX 
 
 ^CTH Love I could you and I with Him conspire 
 To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire. 
 Would not we shatter it to bits— and then 
 Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's desire I 
 
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ITTON rising Moon that looks for us again— 
 How oft hereafter will she wax and wane ; 
 How oft hereafter rising look for us 
 Through this same Garden— and for one in vain I 
 
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 "ZTND when like her, oh Sdki, you shall pass 
 
 Among the Guests Star-scatter'd on the Grass, 
 And in your joyous errand reach the spot 
 "Where I made One— turn down an empty Glass! 
 
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