I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head. Edward Fitzgerald bleedblowbury Change image and share on social
The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop, The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one. Edward Fitzgerald dropfallleaf Change image and share on social
Ah, take the Cash in hand and waive the Rest. Edward Fitzgerald cashhandrest Change image and share on social
The Ball no question makes of Ayes and Noes, But Here or There as strikes the Player goes. Edward Fitzgerald ayeballmake Change image and share on social
There was the Door to which I found no key; There was the Veil through which I might see. Edward Fitzgerald doorfindkey Change image and share on social
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. Edward Fitzgerald appledamneat Change image and share on social
And much as Wine has played the Infidel, And robbed me of my Robe of Honor Well, I often wonder what the Vintners buy One half so precious as the stuff they sell. Edward Fitzgerald buyhalfhonor Change image and share on social
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. Edward Fitzgerald darknessdiscoverdoor Change image and share on social
I am all for the short and merry life. Edward Fitzgerald lifemerryshort Change image and share on social
