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The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,

Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit

Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,

Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.

Omar Khayyam Club


Edward FitzGerald was born just outside Woodbridge in 1809 and lived most of his life in the area. He rented rooms above a gunsmith shop on Market Hill just a few doors up from The Bull from 1860 to 1873 – a modest and comfortable property with easy access to The Bull.


During much of this time, he also had a much grander property called Little Grange on Pytches Road though he resisted moving into this property for some time.

Edward was a regular visitor and a good friend of the landlord at the time, John Grout. He often hosted his friends from the world of art and literary at The Bull Inn - famous friends that were hosted by Edward at The Bull include the Poet Laureate, Alfred, Lord Tennyson.


The Bull also frequently hosted the so called ‘Woodbridge Wits’ whose chief  members included Bernhard Barton (famous Quaker poet), Thomas Churchyard (landscape painter) and George Crabbe (Reverend, writer and son of the poet with the same name) and you can be sure much inspiration was taken for his work whilst enjoying the local ale.  


Edward FitzGerald has been frequently referred to as the ‘Bard of Suffolk’ and by far his most famous work was the translation of the Rubaiyat by Omar Khayyam. The book achieved cult status in the late 19th and early 20th century. So much so, the London Omar Khayyam Club was founded on October 13, 1892 – apart from a few years during the first world war, the club meets at least once every year. There are now many clubs around the world including the Omar Khayyam Club of America which was founded on 31st March 1900.


The club's annual dinner is held around the 31st March (Edward FitzGerald’s birthday) in London. It was custom to hold summer dinners at a different venue and these were often at The Bull. Several menus from the 1940's and 1950's still exist.  

We aim to resurrect the summer dinner of The Omar Khayyam Club back at The Bull and hope to get the club back soon.

If you are interested in becoming a member, or attending the dinner, please contact us - we would love to hear from you.

Wake! For the sun, who scattered into flight

The stars before him from the field of night

Drives night along with them from Heaven, and strikes

The Sultan's turret with a shaft of light 

Drink! for you know not whence you came nor why;

Drink! for you know not why you go,
nor where.

And lately by the Tavern Door agape,
Came stealing through the Dusk an Angel Shape,
Bearing a Vessel on His Shoulder; and
He bid me taste of it; and 'twas - the Grape! 

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