 | 1905 - 804 страница
...no one knows. becomes : Harum Indeed is gone, and Lady Rose And Janice Meredith, where no one knows. I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some burled Caesar bled. is warped into: I sometimes think that never Prose Is read So good as that by Advertising... | |
 | 1906 - 884 страница
...who arre th' Cantabs at all, I dinnaw " ? " No more do I " said Mr Dooley — JM FROM OMAR KHAYYAM. 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. E. FITZGERALD. CHIDE ARE VOLSHITIKA R6MANI CHIB. I lali Ruzha lalider... | |
 | Francis Fisher Browne - 1906 - 548 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...Caesar bled ; That every hyacinth the garden wears Droptln her lap from some once lovely head. And this reviving herb whose tender green Fledges the river-lip... | |
 | Alan S. Trueblood - 1986 - 330 страница
...versos en que repercuten ecos de poetas anteriores: «Oh my luve is like a red, red rose», de Burns; y: «I sometimes think that never blows so red / The rose as where some buried Caesar bled...», del Rubdiydt of Omar Khayyam, tr. Edward Fitzgerald (cfr. WILDE, 80.5-6: «And the red rose would but... | |
 | Khayyam, Omar - 1989 - 142 страница
...deep; And Bahram, that great hunter-the Wild Ass Stamps o'er his Head, but cannot break his Sleep. 1 sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as...bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head /lm/ this reviving Herb whose tender Green Fledges the River-Lip... | |
 | Harold J. Morowitz - 1993 - 239 страница
...Days of wine and roses Tis the last rose of summer When you wore a tulip... and I wore a big red rose I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled Everything's coming up roses Yes, Gertrude, life, as your words may indicate, is very complicated.... | |
 | Elizabeth Lawrence - 1995 - 290 страница
...as blood spring from the ground where the dead have lain: there are poppies in Flanders field, and I sometimes think that never blows so red The rose as where some buried Caesar bled. February 4, 1962 Chaenomeles I have been making a list of flowering shrubs (those that drop their leaves),... | |
 | Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - 1995 - 936 страница
...Paradise to come; Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go. Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum! I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Ca?sar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head, i»27... | |
 | George Eliot - 1996 - 576 страница
...of Repentance fling: The Bird of Time has but a little way To fly - & Lo! the bird is on the wing.1 I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose...wears Dropt in its lap from some once lovely head. [XVIII] /109/ While the Rose blows along the River brink, With old Khayydm the Ruby Vintage drink:... | |
 | Catherine D. Holmes - 1996 - 236 страница
...lesser creatures unable to appreciate its glorious past. The nineteenth quatrain is also significant: I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose...Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropf in her Lap from some once lovely Head l4th ed.) The ironic counterpoint of the past's buried... | |
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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. 
