Edward Fitzgerald
Edward Fitzgerald
Edward FitzGeraldwas an English poet and writer, best known as the poet of the first and most famous English translation of The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam. The writing of his name as both FitzGerald and Fitzgerald is seen. The use here of FitzGerald conforms with that of his own publications, anthologies such as Quiller-Couch's Oxford Book of English Verse, and most reference books up until about the 1960s...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth31 March 1809
beneath beside book bread loaf paradise singing thou verse wilderness
Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough, / A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse - and Thou / Beside me singing in the Wilderness- / And Wilderness is Paradise enow.
cup dreaming dreams dry fill hand heard left liquor sky tavern voice within
Dreaming when Dawn's Left Hand was in the sky I heard a Voice within the Tavern cry: 'Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup Before Life's Liquor in its Cup be dry
english-poet money
Who is the Potter, pray, and who the Pot?
absolute grape jarring logic
The Grape that can with Logic absolute / The Two-and-Seventy jarring Sects confute.
madness nor yesterday
Yesterday This Day's Madness did prepare; tomorrow's Silence, Triumph, or Despair: Drink! for you know not whence you came, nor why: Drink! for you know not why you go, nor where.
life-is-short merry
I am all for the short and merry life.
time sleep sun
Whether we wake or we sleep, Whether we carol or weep, The Sun with his Planets in chime, Marketh the going of Time.
book wine paradise
A book of verses underneath the bough, A jug of wine, a loaf of bread-and thou.
thousand
To-morrow? - Why, To-morrow I may be / Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n Thousand Years.
drop falling keeps leaves life wine
The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop, The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one
door found might veil
There was the Door to which I found no key; There was the Veil through which I might see
ate believe english-poet god miracle prove took
If you can prove to me that one miracle took place, I will believe he is a just God who damned us all because a woman ate an apple.
discover returns road travel
Strange, is it not? That of the myriads who Before us pass'd the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the Road Which to discover we must travel too.
less shall today tomorrow yesterday
Think then you are Today what Yesterday you were - Tomorrow you shall not be less