Omar Khayyam — "I sent my soul through the invisible, some letter of that after-life to spell."
I sent my soul through the invisible, some letter of that after-life to spell.
I sent my soul through the invisible, some letter of that after-life to spell.
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"Why, if the Soul can fling the Dust aside, And dwell with the Divine, shall it abide In Sin and Error while the Flesh endures, And still rebel, howe'er the Spirit chide?"
"The world is a tavern, and we are its guests; let us drink and be merry, for soon we must depart."
"Earth then an endless Tabernacle drew Of Him whose coming none can tell, nor who, To fill the Bowl where now we pour the Wine, Before we too into the Dust shall strew."
"Ah, with the Grape my fading Life provide, And wash the Body whence the Life has died, And in a winding-sheet of Vine-leaf wrapt, So bury me by some sweet Garden-side."
"The 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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