English poem
Lxxxix
by Omar Khayyam (1048–1131)
"Well," murmur'd one, "Let whoso make or buy, My Clay with long Oblivion is gone dry: But fill me with the old familiar Juice, Methinks I might recover by and by."
Versos English Omar Khayyam Lxxxix
Versos English Omar Khayyam Lxxxix
English poem
by Omar Khayyam (1048–1131)
"Well," murmur'd one, "Let whoso make or buy, My Clay with long Oblivion is gone dry: But fill me with the old familiar Juice, Methinks I might recover by and by."