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. Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám - Страница 83написао/ла Omar Khayyam - 1898 - 113 страницаПуни преглед - О овој књизи
| John Bruce Norton - 1865 - 394 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... | |
| Omar Khayyam - 1868 - 56 страница
...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 страница
...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... | |
| Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1869 - 650 страница
...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 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... | |
| Edward Everett Hale - 1872 - 796 страница
...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 страница
...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... | |
| Sir Mountstuart Elphinstone Grant Duff - 1876 - 316 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... | |
| Graeme Mercer Adam, George Stewart - 1876 - 608 страница
...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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