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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. "
Rubaíyat́ of Omar Khayyaḿ (editions 1-4) Salaḿañ and Absaå (translated from ... - Страница 21
написао/ла Edward FitzGerald - 1903
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Memories of Merton

John Bruce Norton - 1865 - 355 страница
...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...
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Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám, rendered into Engl. verse [by E. Fitzgerald. 2nd ...

Omar Khayyam - 1868
...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...
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The North American Review, Том 109

Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1869
...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...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...
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The North American Review, Том 109

Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1869
...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...
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Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám: The Astronomer-poet of Persia. Rendered Into ...

Laurier House, Omar Khayyam - 1872 - 36 страница
...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...bled ; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head. xx. And this reviving Herb whose tender Green Fledges the River-Lip...
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Old and New

Edward Everett Hale - 1872
...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. "...
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The Contemporary Review, Том 25

1875
...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,...bled ; That every hyacinth the garden wears Dropt in her lap from some once lovely head. " And this reviving horb, whose tender green Fledges the river-lip...
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Notes of an Indian Journey

Sir Mountstuart Elphinstone Grant Duff - 1876 - 296 страница
...while of Me and Thee There was — and then no more of Thee and Me." OMAR KHAYYAM. 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...
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The Canadian Monthly and National Review, Том 10

Graeme Mercer Adam, George Stewart - 1876
...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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The City of London school magazine

London city of Lond. sch - 1877
...all their pains. Behold, the graves of the great kings are good for nothing but—to rear flowers. " I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose...bled ; That every Hyacinth the garden wears Dropt in her lap from some once lovely head. " And that delightful herb whose living green Fledges the river's...
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