 | Omar Khayyam - 1891 - 138 страница
...way. XVIII. They say the Lion and the Lizard keep The Courts where Jamshyd gloried and drank deep : 10 And Bahrain, that great Hunter — the -Wild Ass Stamps...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... | |
 | 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.... | |
 | 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... | |
 | John Bartlett - 1891 - 1190 страница
...Fttzgerald.i I sometimes think that never hlows so red The Eose as where some haried Csesar hled ; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head. Enhaigdt. Stanza xix. A Moment's Halt — a momentary taste Of BEING from the Well amid the Waste —... | |
 | 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,...wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head. With solemn voice the poem speaks of the ephemeral nature of the human form, and of the record made... | |
 | John White Chadwick - 1893 - 264 страница
...high-hearted Lowell, lover of all nature and humanity with a great and equal love. The Persian sang : — " I sometimes think that never blows so red The rose as where some buried Cxsar bled, That every hj acinth the garden wears Dropt in her lap from some once lovely head. "And... | |
 | Edmund Clarence Stedman - 1895 - 802 страница
...: And Babram, that great banter — 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 Ciesar bled ; That every hyacinth the garden wears Dropp'd in her lap from some once lovely bead. And... | |
 | Charles Dudley Warner - 1896 - 448 страница
...They say the Lion and the Lizard keep The Courts where Jamshyd gloried and drank deep: And Bahra1n, that great Hunter — the Wild Ass Stamps o'er his...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. XX And... | |
 | Thomas Donaldson - 1896 - 318 страница
...Day, How Sultan after Sultan with his Pomp Abode his destin'd Hour, and went his way. (To the body.) XIX. I sometimes think that never blows so red The...bled ; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt hi her Lap from some once lovely Head. xx. And this reviving Herb whose tender green Fledges the River... | |
 | Omar Khayyam - 1896 - 400 страница
...Bloom, Ourselves must we beneath the Couch of Earth Descend, ourselves to make a Couch — for whom ? it 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. XXV.... | |
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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. 
