 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.  The North American Review - Pagina 586geredigeerd door - 1869Volledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | Omar Khayyam - 1859 - 48 pagina’s
...And 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...bled ; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in its Lap from some once lovely Head. XIX. And this delightful Herb whose tender Green Fledges the River's... | |
 | John Bruce Norton - 1865 - 394 pagina’s
...the 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 pagina’s
...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 pagina’s
...beneath the couch of earth Descend, ourselves to make a conch — for whom 1 " Ah, make the most Cjf what we yet may spend, Before we too into the dust...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... | |
 | Laurier House, Omar Khayyam - 1872 - 70 pagina’s
...And Bahram, that great Hunter — the Wild Ass Stamps o'er his Head, but cannot break his Sleep. XIX. I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose...wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head. xx. And this reviving Herb whose tender Green Fledges the River-Lip on which we lean — Ah, lean upon... | |
 | 1872 - 842 pagina’s
...blows so red The rose, as where some buried Csesnr bled ; That every hyacinth the garden wears Dropped in her lap from some once lovely head. " And this...green Fledges the river's lip on which we lean — Ah, lean upon it lightly! for who knows From what once lovely lip it springs unseen I " He speaks of attempts... | |
 | Edward Everett Hale - 1872 - 796 pagina’s
...of tho poem are not few. It has a freshness and vigor, such as great works of genius only possess. " I sometimes think that never blows so red The rose, as where some buried Caesnr bled ; That every hyacinth the garden wears Dropped in her lap from some once lovely head. "... | |
 | 1875 - 1012 pagina’s
...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,...in her lap from some once lovely head. " And this reviving horb, whose tender green Fledges the river-lip on which we lean ; Ah ! lean upon it lightly,... | |
 | Sir Mountstuart Elphinstone Grant Duff - 1876 - 314 pagina’s
...while of Me and Thee There was — and then no more of Thee and Me." OMAR KHAYYAM. 19 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 once lovely head. "And... | |
| |
