 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 32написао/ла Omar Khayyam - 1898 - 102 страницаПуни преглед - О овој књизи
 | Edward FitzGerald - 1887 - 530 страница
...And Bahrain, 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 as where some buried Ccesar bled ; That every Hyacinth the Garden ivears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head. XX... | |
 | Omar Khayyam - 1888 - 138 страница
...deep : 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 as where some buried Cczsar bled ; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in its Lap from some once lovely Head. XIX... | |
 | Omar Khayyam - 1888 - 136 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 as where some buried Cassar bled ; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head. XX... | |
 | Edward FitzGerald - 1889 - 532 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 as where some buried Cresar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head. xx.... | |
 | 1890 - 624 страница
...deep: And Bahram, that great Hunter — the wild ass Stamps o'er his Head, but cannot break his sleep. 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 Herb wh(jse tender Green Fledges the River-Lip... | |
 | Blanche Wilder Bellamy, Maud Wilder Goodwin - 1890 - 402 страница
...alternate night and day How sultan after sultan with his pomp Abode his destined hour and went his way. I sometimes think that never blows so red The rose...Caesar bled ; That every hyacinth the garden wears Dropped in her lap from some once lovely head. Alike for those who for to-day prepare, And those that... | |
 | Albert Shaw - 1909 - 970 страница
...are gone, in fine, to quite the opposite extreme. When were there school-girls lacking to recite, " I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose, as where some buried Caesar bled,"— tears in their voices and holes in their handkerchiefs? There are Omar Khayyam Clubs, also, which plant... | |
 | Hjalmar Hjorth Boyesen - 1891 - 410 страница
...deep-crimson bud, and he took it with his disengaged hand, and stared at it, shaking his head mournfully. " I sometimes think that never blows so red The rose, as where some buried Caesar bled," * he declaimed, with his mellow, gently vibrating bass. The words thrilled like a light shiver through... | |
 | 1893 - 230 страница
...impair seriously the quality of the fruit. ' -• 1>« BIOGRAPHY AND LITERATURE. THE HEART OF FLOWERS. I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled, 1 hat every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head. OMAR KHAYYAM. MR.... | |
 | Hubert Marshall Skinner - 1893 - 458 страница
...word means tetrastichs, or stanzas of four lines) will serve to indicate the character of the whole. 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. With solemn voice the poem speaks of the ephemeral nature of the... | |
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