 | 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...wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head. E. FITZGERALD. CHIDE ARE VOLSHITIKA R6MANI CHIB. I lali Ruzha lalider dikel, 'Pr6 Chik kai Kralisesko... | |
 | Richard Holt Hutton - 1906 - 446 страница
...They say the lion and the lizard keep The courts where Jamshyd gloried and drank deep ; And Bahram, that great hunter — the wild ass Stamps o'er his...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... | |
 | Cale Young Rice - 1906 - 344 страница
...Which cries, 'Feed — feed me not on Wine alone, For to Immortal Banquets I am bid.' " " Well oft I think that never blows so red The Rose as where some...wears Dropt in her lap from some once lovely Head." "Then if, from the dull Clay thro' with Life's throes, More beautiful spring Hyacinth and Rose, Will... | |
 | Henry Goddard Leach - 1927 - 662 страница
...some places, and when the zephyr rightly seeks your nostrils. But the perfume is not that of " — every hyacinth the garden wears Dropt in her lap from some once lovely head/' No. The smell you encounter is that of fish. Just plain, prosaic fish. Or more exactly fish heads.... | |
 | 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...wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head /lm/ this reviving Herb whose tender Green Fledges the River-Lip on which we leanAh, lean upon it lightly;... | |
 | 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...bled; That every Hyacinth the garden wears Dropt in its lap from some once lovely head. [XVIII] /109/ While the Rose blows along the River brink, With... | |
 | 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. 
