 | Omar Khayyam - 1859 - 48 psl.
...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.... | |
 | John Bruce Norton - 1865 - 394 psl.
...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 psl.
...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 psl.
...: 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... | |
 | Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1869 - 650 psl.
...: 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 psl.
...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... | |
 | Sir Mountstuart Elphinstone Grant Duff - 1876 - 314 psl.
...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... | |
 | Graeme Mercer Adam, George Stewart - 1876 - 608 psl.
...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... | |
 | 1878 - 536 psl.
...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... | |
 | Omar Khayyam - 1879 - 146 psl.
...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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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. 
