 | Omar Khayyam - 1859 - 48 pàgines
...And Bahrain, that great Hunter — the Wild Ass Stamps o'er his Head, and he lies fast asleep. XVIII. I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose...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... | |
 | John Bruce Norton - 1865 - 394 pàgines
...the hands of comparatively lew readers, has many quaint thoughts upon this subjeet in his Rubdiyat: " I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Csesar bled; That every hyacinth the garden wears Dropt in its lap from some once lovely head. And... | |
 | Omar Khayyam - 1868 - 56 pàgines
...XXIII. And we, that now make merry in the Room They left, and Summer dresses in 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... | |
 | Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1869 - 650 pàgines
...descend : Dust into dust, and under dust to lie, Sans wine, sans song, sans singer, and — sans end.' " I sometimes think that never blows so red The rose...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 upon it lightly... | |
 | Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1869 - 650 pàgines
...descend : Dust into dust, and under dust to lie, Sans wine, sans song, sans singer, 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... | |
 | Laurier House, Omar Khayyam - 1872 - 70 pàgines
...And Bahram, that great Hunter — the Wild Ass Stamps o'er his Head, but cannot break his Sleep. XIX. I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose...wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head. xx. And this reviving Herb whose tender Green Fledges the River-Lip on which we lean — Ah, lean upon... | |
 | Edward Everett Hale - 1872 - 796 pàgines
...of tho poem are not few. It has a freshness and vigor, such as great works of genius only possess. " I sometimes think that never blows so red The rose, as where some buried Caesnr bled ; That every hyacinth the garden wears Dropped in her lap from some once lovely head. "... | |
 | 1875 - 1012 pàgines
...little talk awhile of Me and Thee There was — and then no more of Thee and Me." And again * * * * " I sometimes think that never blows so red The rose,...lap from some once lovely head. " And this reviving horb, whose tender green Fledges the river-lip on which we lean ; Ah ! lean upon it lightly, for who... | |
 | Graeme Mercer Adam, George Stewart - 1876 - 608 pàgines
...and turned to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away. " Here is Omar's way of putting it : " I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Ccesar bled ; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropped in her Lap from some once lovely Head. And... | |
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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. 
