51 Quotes by Edward FitzGerald

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

I am all for the short and merry life.

Ah, take the Cash in hand and waive the Rest.

The Ball no question makes of Ayes and Noes, But Here or There as strikes the Player goes.

To-morrow? - Why, To-morrow I may be / Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n Thousand Years.

Whether we wake or we sleep, Whether we carol or weep, The Sun with his Planets in chime, Marketh the going of Time.

One Moment in Annihilation's Waste, / One Moment, of the Well of Life to taste - / The Stars are setting and the Caravan / Starts for the Dawn of Nothing - Oh, make haste!

One Flash of It within the Tavern caught / Better than in the Temple lost outright.

Now the New Year reviving old Desires,/ The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires,/ Where the White Hand of Moses on the Bough/ Puts out, and Jesus from the Ground suspires.