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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. "
Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám - Страница 32
написао/ла Omar Khayyam - 1898 - 102 страница
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Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, the Astrono Mer Poet of Persia

Omar Khayyam - 1859 - 21 страница
...: n 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...wears Dropt in its Lap from some once lovely Head. XIX. And this delightful Herb whose tender Green Fledges the River's Lip on which we lean — Ah, lean...
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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

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

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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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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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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