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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. "
Memories of Merton
מאת John Bruce Norton - 1865 - 355 דפים
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Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám, the Astronomer-poet of Persia

Omar Khayyam - 1859 - 48 דפים
...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 as where some buried Caesar bled ; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in its Lap from some once lovely Head. XIX....
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Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám, rendered into Engl. verse [by E. Fitzgerald. 2nd ...

Omar Khayyam - 1868 - 56 דפים
...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...
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The North American Review, כרך 109

Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1869 - 650 דפים
...descend : 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...bled ; That every hyacinth the garden wears Dropt in her lap from some once lovely head. 1 And this delightful herb whose living green Fledges the river's...
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The North American Review, כרך 109

Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1869 - 650 דפים
...descend : 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...
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Old and New, כרך 5

Edward Everett Hale - 1872 - 796 דפים
...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. "...
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The Contemporary Review, כרך 25

1875 - 1012 דפים
...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...
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Notes of an Indian Journey

Sir Mountstuart Elphinstone Grant Duff - 1876 - 314 דפים
...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,...bled ; That every hyacinth the garden wears Dropt in her lap from some once lovely head. "And this reviving herb, whose tender green Fledges the river-lip...
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The Canadian Monthly and National Review, כרך 10

Graeme Mercer Adam, George Stewart - 1876 - 608 דפים
...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...
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Dwight's Journal of Music, כרכים 37-38

1878 - 536 דפים
...in the sky ; To stay at home is best. — HW Longfellow, in February Atlantic. Bum Vivimus Vivanras, I sometimes think that never blows so red The rose as where some buried Cn>sar bled ; That every hyacinth the garden wears Dropt in her hip from some once lovely head. And...
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Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám: And the Salámán and Ábsál of Jámí

Omar Khayyam - 1879 - 146 דפים
...Bahrain, 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 as where some buried Cassar bled ; XX. And this reviving Herb whose tender Green Fledges the River-Lip on which we lean...
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