 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
 | Richard Garnett - 1899 - 432 страница
...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...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... | |
 | Omar Khayyam - 1899 - 192 страница
...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...bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head. This worn caravanserai which is called the world Is the resting-place... | |
 | Omar Khayyam - 1900 - 198 страница
...Ourselves must we beneath the Conch of Earth Descend, ourselves to make a Couch — for whom ? II ED.] XXIV 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... | |
 | 1900 - 462 страница
...: 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 whose tender Green Fledges the River-Lip... | |
 | John Glyde - 1900 - 390 страница
...stars to flight; And lo ! the Hunter of the East has caught The Sultan's Turret in a Noose of Light. ' 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.' It is to be observed that there is no coherence in Omar's work.... | |
 | Omar Khayyam, Edward FitzGerald - 1900 - 162 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 Caesar That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head. XX. And this reviving... | |
 | Richard James Horatio Gottheil - 1900 - 448 страница
...: 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 as where some buried Csesar bled ; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head. And... | |
 | 1900 - 780 страница
...once was on the the cheek of a beautiful woman." FitzGerald paraphrases it in the following quatrain : "I sometimes think that never blows so red The rose as where some buried Citsar bled; That every hyacinth the garden wears Dropped in her lap from come once lovely head." Emerson... | |
 | Lyman Abbott - 1901 - 216 страница
...but the Persian poet, interpreter of the Epicurean philosophy, draws a very different conclusion : " 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 whose tender green Fledges the river-lip... | |
 | Lewis Dayton Burdick - 1901 - 274 страница
...Culture, vol. ii., p. 164. * The Golden Bough, vol. i., p. 384. The astronomer-poet of Persia sings : "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."1 In a note to this stanza the translator says : " I am reminded... | |
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