 | Omar Khayyam - 1859 - 48 oldal
...And Bahrám, that great Hunter—the Wild Ass Stamps o'er his Head, and he lies fast asleep. Xv”. 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 its Lap from some once lovely Head. XIX.... | |
 | Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1869 - 650 oldal
...descend : Dust into dust, aud 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 Cœsar bled ; That every hyacinth the garden wears Dropt in her lap from some once lovely head. " And... | |
 | Laurier House, Omar Khayyam - 1872 - 70 oldal
...great Huimter—the Wild Ass Stamps o'er his Head, but cannot break his Sleep. ¿1¿ 6 RUBAIYAT OF XIX. I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Ci¿sar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head. Xx.... | |
 | 1875 - 1012 oldal
...little talk awhile of Mo and Thee There was—and then no more of Thee and Me." id again * * • • " I sometimes think that never blows so red The rose,...Caesar bled ; That every hyacinth the garden wears Dropt in her lap from some once lovely head. "And this reviving horb, whose tender green Fledges the... | |
 | Sir Mountstuart Elphinstone Grant Duff - 1876 - 314 oldal
...talk a while of Me and Thee There was—and then no more of Thee and Me." OMAR KHAYYAM. And again " I sometimes think that never blows so red The rose, as where some buried Cresar bled; That every hyacinth the garden wears Dropt in her lap from some once lovely head. "And... | |
 | London city of Lond. sch - 1877 - 340 oldal
...all 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...Caesar bled ; That every Hyacinth the garden wears Dropt in her lap from some once lovely head. " And that delightful herb whose living green Fledges... | |
 | Manchester Literary Club - 1877 - 328 oldal
...be made The violets of his native land. Omar expresses the same idea in two beautiful stanzas:—• I sometimes think that never blows so red The rose...Caesar bled ; That every hyacinth the garden wears Dropt in her lap from some once lovely head. The old idea of men being as potter's vessels is treated... | |
 | London city of Lond. sch - 1877 - 340 oldal
...all 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 Ccesar bled ; That every Hyacinth the garden wears Dropt in her lap from some once lovely head. " And... | |
 | Charles Godfrey Leland - 1882 - 602 oldal
...lilies has shown me where the sea-foam once fell, and pine-trees sang of masts preceding them. • " 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... | |
 | 1885 - 492 oldal
...unsolved problem of life and misery before him. XIX. I sometimes think that never blows so red The Kose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head. xx. And this reviving Herb whose tender Green Fledges... | |
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of Omar Khayyam:— I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropped in its lap from some once lovely Head. 
