From The Rubáiyát Of Omar Khayyám, I: 1-3, V: 12-15, 19-24, 71-72 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCB DDED FFDD GGHE IIJI JJKD EEDE DDLD EEME NNON DDFD PPQP DDRD DDED RRDR| A | |
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| Wake For the Sun who scattered into flight | B |
| The Stars before him from the Field of Night | B |
| Drives Night along with them from Heav'n and strikes | C |
| The Sult aacute n's Turret with a Shaft of Light | B |
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| Before the phantom of False morning died | D |
| Methought a Voice within the Tavern cried | D |
| quot When all the Temple is prepared within | E |
| Why nods the drowsy Worshiper outside quot | D |
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| And as the Cock crew those who stood before | F |
| The Tavern shouted quot Open then the Door | F |
| You know how little while we have to stay | D |
| And once departed may return no more quot | D |
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| A Book of Verses underneath the Bough | G |
| A Jug of Wine a Loaf of Bread and Thou | G |
| Beside me singing in the Wilderness | H |
| Oh Wilderness were Paradise enow | E |
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| Some for the Glories of This World and some | I |
| Sigh for the Prophet's Paradise to come | I |
| Ah take the Cash and let the Credit go | J |
| Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum | I |
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| Look to the blowing Rose about us quot Lo | J |
| Laughing quot she says quot into the world I blow | J |
| At once the silken tassel of my Purse | K |
| Tear and its Treasure on the Garden throw quot | D |
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| And those who husbanded the Golden Grain | E |
| And those who flung it to the winds like Rain | E |
| Alike to no such aureate Earth are turned | D |
| As buried once Men want dug up again | E |
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| I sometimes think that never blows so red | D |
| The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled | D |
| That every Hyacinth the Garden wears | L |
| Dropped in her Lap from some once lovely Head | D |
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| And this reviving Herb whose tender Green | E |
| Fledges the River Lip on which we lean | E |
| Ah lean upon it lightly for who knows | M |
| From what once lovely Lip it springs unseen | E |
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| Ah my Belov eacute d fill the Cup that clears | N |
| Today of past Regrets and future Fears | N |
| Tomorrow Why Tomorrow I may be | O |
| Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n thousand Years | N |
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| For some we loved the loveliest and the best | D |
| That from his Vintage rolling Time hath pressed | D |
| Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before | F |
| And one by one crept silently to rest | D |
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| And we that now make merry in the Room | P |
| They left and Summer dresses in new bloom | P |
| Ourselves must we beneath the Couch of Earth | Q |
| Descend ourselves to make a Couch for whom | P |
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| Ah make the most of what we yet may spend | D |
| Before we too into the Dust descend | D |
| Dust into Dust and under Dust to lie | R |
| Sans Wine sans Song sans Singer and sans End | D |
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| The Moving Finger writes and having writ | D |
| Moves on nor all your Piety nor Wit | D |
| Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line | E |
| Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it | D |
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| And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky | R |
| Whereunder crawlingcooped we live and die | R |
| Lift not your hands to It for help for It | D |
| As impotently moves as you or I | R |
Edward Fitzgerald
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