 | Omar Khayyam - 1868 - 56 страница
...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 it lightly... | |
 | Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1869 - 650 страница
..." 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. " 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 страница
...' 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 страница
...XIX. 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. xx. And this reviving Herb whose tender Green Fledges the River-Lip on which we lean — Ah, lean upon... | |
 | 1875 - 1012 страница
..." 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. " And this reviving horb, whose tender green Fledges the river-lip on which we lean ; Ah ! lean upon it lightly, for who... | |
 | Sir Mountstuart Elphinstone Grant Duff - 1876 - 314 страница
..." 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...this reviving herb, whose tender green Fledges the river-lip on which we lean ; Ah ! lean upon it lightly, for who knows From what once lovely lip it... | |
 | Omar Khayyam - 1878 - 164 страница
...XIX. I sometimes think that never blowjyso red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled ; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head. Of U. xx. And this reviving Herb whose tender Green Fledges the River-Lip on which we lean — Ah,... | |
 | Charles Godfrey Leland - 1882 - 402 страница
..." I sometimes think that never blows so red The rose as where some buried Caasar bled ; That every hyacinth the garden wears Dropt in her lap from some once lovely head." * The memory of that court-yard reminds me that I possess two Persian tiles, each with a story. There... | |
 | Eleanor Vere Boyle - 1885 - 322 страница
...At once the silken tassel of my Purse Tear, and its Treasure on the Garden throw." XIX. That every Hyacinth the Garden wears, Dropt in her lap from some once lovely Head. XCIV. Indeed, indeed, repentance oft before I swore — but was I sober when I swore ? And then and... | |
 | Edward FitzGerald - 1887 - 530 страница
...Ccesar bled ; That every Hyacinth the Garden ivears 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 — A h, lean upon it lightly ! for who knoivs From what once lovely Lip it springs unseen ! Ah, my... | |
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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. 
