Heav'n but the Vision of fulfill'd Desire, And Hell the Shadow of a Soul on fire, Cast on the Darkness into which Ourselves, So late emerg'd from, shall so soon expire. Illustration by Edmund Dulac from the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, published 1909. PacificStock
Heav'n but the Vision of fulfill'd Desire, And Hell the Shadow of a Soul on fire, Cast on the Darkness into which Ourselves, So late emerg'd from, shall so soon expire. Illustration by Edmund Dulac from the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, published 1909. PacificStock
Wake! for the sun behind yon Eastern height has chased the session of the stars from night. Illustration by Edmund Dulac from the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, published 1909. PacificStock
Wake! for the sun behind yon Eastern height has chased the session of the stars from night. Illustration by Edmund Dulac from the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, published 1909. PacificStock
With me along the strip of Herbage strown That just divides the desert from the sown,Where name of Slave and Sultán is forgot -And Peace to Máhmúd on his golden Throne. Illustration by Edmund Dulac from the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, published 1909. PacificStock
With me along the strip of Herbage strown That just divides the desert from the sown,Where name of Slave and Sultán is forgot -And Peace to Máhmúd on his golden Throne. Illustration by Edmund Dulac from the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, published 1909. PacificStock
Here with a little Bread beneath the Bough, A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse - and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow! Illustration by Edmund Dulac f rom the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, published 1909. PacificStock
Look to the blowing Rose about us - "Lo, Laughing," she says, "into the world I blow: At once the silken tassel of my Purse Tear, and its Treasure on the Garden throw. Illustration by Edmund Dulac from the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, published 1909. PacificStock
Look to the blowing Rose about us - "Lo, Laughing," she says, "into the world I blow: At once the silken tassel of my Purse Tear, and its Treasure on the Garden throw. Illustration by Edmund Dulac from the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, published 1909. PacificStock
The Palace that to Heav'n his pillars threw, And Kings the forehead on his threshold drew - I saw the solitary Ringdove there, And "Coo, coo, coo," she cried; and "Coo, coo, coo." Illustration by Edmund Dulac from the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, published PacificStock
The Palace that to Heav'n his pillars threw, And Kings the forehead on his threshold drew - I saw the solitary Ringdove there, And "Coo, coo, coo," she cried; and "Coo, coo, coo." Illustration by Edmund Dulac from the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, published PacificStock
For some we loved, the loveliest and the best That from his Vintage rolling Time has prest, Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before, And one by one crept silently to rest. Illustration by Edmund Dulac from the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, published 1909. PacificStock
For some we loved, the loveliest and the best That from his Vintage rolling Time has prest, Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before, And one by one crept silently to rest. Illustration by Edmund Dulac from the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, published 1909. PacificStock
Earth could not answer: nor the Seas that mourn In flowing Purple, of their Lord forlorn; Nor Heaven, with those eternal Signs reveal' And hidden by the sleeve of Night and Morn. Illustration by Edmund Dulac from the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, published 1 PacificStock
Earth could not answer: nor the Seas that mourn In flowing Purple, of their Lord forlorn; Nor Heaven, with those eternal Signs reveal' And hidden by the sleeve of Night and Morn. Illustration by Edmund Dulac from the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, published 1 PacificStock
Do you, within your little hour of Grace, The waving Cypress in your Arms enlace, Before the Mother back into her arms Fold, and dissolve you in a last embrace. Illustration by Edmund Dulac from the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, published 1909. PacificStock
Do you, within your little hour of Grace, The waving Cypress in your Arms enlace, Before the Mother back into her arms Fold, and dissolve you in a last embrace. Illustration by Edmund Dulac from the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, published 1909. PacificStock
Oh, plagued no more with Human or Divine, To-morrow's tangle to itself resign, And lose your fingers in the tresses of The Cypress-slender Minister of Wine. Illustration by Edmund Dulac from the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, published 1909. PacificStock
Oh, plagued no more with Human or Divine, To-morrow's tangle to itself resign, And lose your fingers in the tresses of The Cypress-slender Minister of Wine. Illustration by Edmund Dulac from the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, published 1909. PacificStock
You know, my Friends, how bravely in my House For a new Marriage I did make Carouse: Divorced old barren Reason from my Bed, And took the Daughter of the Vine to Spouse. Illustration by Edmund Dulac from the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, published 1909. PacificStock
You know, my Friends, how bravely in my House For a new Marriage I did make Carouse: Divorced old barren Reason from my Bed, And took the Daughter of the Vine to Spouse. Illustration by Edmund Dulac from the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, published 1909. PacificStock
And lately, by the Tavern Door agape, Came shining through the Dusk an Angel Shape Bearing a Vessel on his Shoulder; and He bid me taste of it; and 'twas - the Grape! Illustration by Edmund Dulac from the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, published 1909. PacificStock
And lately, by the Tavern Door agape, Came shining through the Dusk an Angel Shape Bearing a Vessel on his Shoulder; and He bid me taste of it; and 'twas - the Grape! Illustration by Edmund Dulac from the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, published 1909. PacificStock
But that is but a Tent wherein may rest A Sultan to the realm of Death addrest; The Sultan rises, and the dark Ferrásh Strikes, and prepares it for another guest. Illustration by Edmund Dulac from the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, published 1909. PacificStock
But that is but a Tent wherein may rest A Sultan to the realm of Death addrest; The Sultan rises, and the dark Ferrásh Strikes, and prepares it for another guest. Illustration by Edmund Dulac from the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, published 1909. PacificStock
And that inverted Bowl we call The Sky, Whereunder crawling coop'd we live and die, Lift not your hands to It for help - for It As impotently rolls as you or I. Illustration by Edmund Dulac from the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, published 1909. PacificStock
And that inverted Bowl we call The Sky, Whereunder crawling coop'd we live and die, Lift not your hands to It for help - for It As impotently rolls as you or I. Illustration by Edmund Dulac from the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, published 1909. PacificStock
Yet Ah, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youth's sweet-scented manuscript should close! The Nightingale that in the branches and, Ah whence, and whither flown again, who knows? Illustration by Edmund Dulac to From the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayya PacificStock