 For some we loved, the loveliest and the best That from his Vintage rolling Time hath prest, Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before, And one by one crept silently to rest.  Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám - Страница 32написао/ла Omar Khayyam - 1898 - 102 страницаПуни преглед - О овој књизи
 | Neil Astley - 1991 - 520 страница
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 | Naomi Levine - 1991 - 886 страница
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 | John Hollander - 1996 - 196 страница
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 | Omar Khayyam - 1993 - 100 страница
...and future Fears Tomorrow? - Why, Tomorrow I maybe Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n Thousand Years.13 2O Lo! some we loved, the loveliest and best That Time...two before, And one by one crept silently to Rest. 21 And we, that now make merry in the Room They left, and Summer dresses in new Bloom, Ourselves must... | |
 | Omar Khayyam, Edward FitzGerald - 1997 - 342 страница
...future Fears — To-morrow? — Why, To-morrow I may be Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n Thousand Years.i2 Lo! some we loved, the loveliest and best That Time...two before, And one by one crept silently to Rest. xxn. And we, that now make merry in the Room They left, and Summer dresses in new Bloom, Ourselves... | |
 | Paul Negri - 1999 - 244 страница
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 | Paul Negri - 2001 - 70 страница
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 | Sir William Osler - 2001 - 416 страница
...TWENTY-FIVE YEARS For some we loved, the loveliest and the best That from his Vintage rolling Time has prest, Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before, And one by one crept silently to rest. OMAR KHAYYAM, The Rubdiydt of Omar Khayyam TWENTY-FIVE YEARS after he began his teaching career at... | |
 | Rick Atkinson - 2002 - 748 страница
...Omar Khayyam: For some we loved, the loveliest and the best That from his Viutage rolling Time hath prest, Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before, And one by one, crept sileutly to rest. In Barbary FAINT odors of Barbary — charcoal smoke, damp earth, decay — drifted... | |
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