 | Mark Lemon, Henry Mayhew, Tom Taylor, Shirley Brooks, Francis Cowley Burnand, Owen Seaman - 1904 - 484 pàgines
...calls his TBIT FORM, although the verse has been inter preted in a more general sense. Quatrain 19 — And this reviving Herb, whose tender green Fledges the River-Lip on which we lean . • is a cheerful remark made during the recovery of a ball from a water-hazard. " Ah, lean upon... | |
 | Omar Khayyam - 1859 - 48 pàgines
...Ass Stamps o'er his Head, and he lies fast asleep. XVIII. I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled ; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in its Lap from some once lovely Head. XIX. And this delightful Herb whose tender Green Fledges the River's... | |
 | Omar Khayyam - 1868 - 56 pàgines
...new bloom, X£. XXIV. I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Ceesar bled ; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head. And this delightful Herb whose living Green Fledges the River's Lip on which we lean — Ah, lean upon... | |
 | Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1869 - 650 pàgines
...lie, Sans wine, sans song, sans singer, and — sans end.' " I sometimes think that never blows so red The rose as where some buried Caesar bled ; That every...wears Dropt in her lap from some once lovely head. " And this delightful herb whose living green Fledges the river's lip on which we lean, — Ah, leau... | |
 | Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1869 - 650 pàgines
...and — sans end.' ' I sometimes think that never blows so red The rose as where some buried Csesar bled ; That every hyacinth the garden wears Dropt in her lap from some once lovely head. 1 And this delightful herb whose living green Fledges the river's lip on which we lean, — Ah, lean... | |
 | Laurier House, Omar Khayyam - 1872 - 70 pàgines
...Ass Stamps o'er his Head, but cannot break his Sleep. XIX. I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled ; That every...lean — Ah, lean upon it lightly ! for who knows Prom what once lovely Lip it springs unseen ! XXI. Ah, my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears TO-DAY... | |
 | 1875 - 1012 pàgines
...— and then no more of Thee and Me." And again * * * * " I sometimes think that never blows so red The rose, as where some buried Caesar bled ; That...wears Dropt in her lap from some once lovely head. " And this reviving horb, whose tender green Fledges the river-lip on which we lean ; Ah ! lean upon... | |
 | Sir Mountstuart Elphinstone Grant Duff - 1876 - 314 pàgines
...19 And again * * " I sometimes think that never blows so red The rose, as where some buried Csesar bled ; That every hyacinth the garden wears Dropt in her lap from some once lovely head. "And this reviving herb, whose tender green Fledges the river-lip on which we lean ; Ah ! lean upon... | |
 | Sir Mountstuart Elphinstone Grant Duff - 1876 - 314 pàgines
...Mo." And again * * " I sometimes think that never blows so red The rose, as where some buried Csesar bled ; That every hyacinth the garden wears Dropt in her lap from some ouce lovely head. "And this reviving herb, whose tender green Fledges the river-lip on which we lean... | |
 | London city of Lond. sch - 1877 - 340 pàgines
...great kings are good for nothing but—to rear flowers. " I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled ; That every...wears Dropt in her lap from some once lovely head. " And that delightful herb whose living green Fledges the river's lip on which we lean— Ah, lean... | |
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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. 
