At dawn a cry through all the tavern shrilled,
Read 'At dawn a cry through all the tavern shrilled,' by 'Omar Khayyam' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
At dawn a cry through all the tavern shrilled, by Omar Khayyam
At dawn a cry through all the tavern shrilled,
«Arise my brethren of the revellers' guild,
That I may fill our measure, full of wine
Or e'er the measure of our days be filled.»
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