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 | Omar Khayyam - 1859 - 48 strani
...Bahrain, that great Hunter — the Wild Ass Stamps o'er his Head, and he lies fast asleep. XVIII. I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled ; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in its Lap from some once lovely Head. XIX. And this delightful... | |
 | John Bruce Norton - 1865 - 394 strani
...hands of comparatively lew readers, has many quaint thoughts upon this subjeet in his Rubdiyat: " I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Csesar bled; That every hyacinth the garden wears Dropt in its lap from some once lovely head. And... | |
 | Omar Khayyam - 1868 - 56 strani
...XXIII. And we, that now make merry in the Room They left, and Summer dresses in new bloom, X£. XXIV. I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Ceesar bled ; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head. And... | |
 | Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1869 - 650 strani
...: Dust into dust, and under dust to lie, Sans wine, sans song, sans singer, and — sans end.' " 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. " And this delightful... | |
 | Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1869 - 650 strani
...: Dust into dust, and under dust to lie, Sans wine, sans song, sans singer, and — sans end.' ' 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. 1 And... | |
 | 1875 - 1012 strani
...little talk awhile of Me and Thee There was — and then no more of Thee and Me." And again * * * * " 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. " And this reviving horb,... | |
 | Graeme Mercer Adam, George Stewart - 1876 - 608 strani
...and turned to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away. " Here is Omar's way of putting it : " I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Ccesar bled ; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropped in her Lap from some once lovely Head. And... | |
 | Sir Mountstuart Elphinstone Grant Duff - 1876 - 314 strani
...little talk a while of Me and Thee There was — and then no more of Thee and Mo." And again * * " 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 ouce lovely head. "And... | |
 | London city of Lond. sch - 1877 - 340 strani
...their pains. Behold, the graves of the great kings are good for nothing but—to rear flowers. " 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. " And that delightful... | |
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