 | Hubert Marshall Skinner - 1893 - 458 Seiten
...word means tetrastichs, or stanzas of four lines) will serve to indicate the character of the whole. 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. With solemn voice the poem speaks of the ephemeral nature of the... | |
 | John White Chadwick - 1893 - 264 Seiten
...high-hearted Lowell, lover of all nature and humanity with a great and equal love. The Persian sang : — " I sometimes think that never blows so red The rose as where some buried Cxsar bled, That every hj acinth the garden wears Dropt in her lap from some once lovely head. "And... | |
 | Edmund Clarence Stedman - 1895 - 802 Seiten
...: And Babram, that great banter — the wild ass Stamps o'er his head, but cannot break his sleep. I sometimes think that never blows so red The rose as where some buried Ciesar bled ; That every hyacinth the garden wears Dropp'd in her lap from some once lovely bead. And... | |
 | Thomas Donaldson - 1896 - 318 Seiten
...How Sultan after Sultan with his Pomp Abode his destin'd Hour, and went his way. (To the body.) XIX. I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose...bled ; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt hi her Lap from some once lovely Head. xx. And this reviving Herb whose tender green Fledges the River... | |
 | Charles Dudley Warner - 1896 - 448 Seiten
...And Bahra1n, 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 Csesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head. XX And... | |
 | Liza Lehmann - 1896 - 104 Seiten
...To quench the fire of Anguish in some Eye There hidden, far beneath, and long ago. (CONTRALTO SOLO.) I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried fVesar bled, That ev'ry Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her lap from some once lovely head. And... | |
 | Omar Khayyam - 1896 - 400 Seiten
...Bloom, Ourselves must we beneath the Couch of Earth Descend, ourselves to make a Couch — for whom ? it 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. XXV.... | |
 | Omar Khayyam - 1897 - 434 Seiten
...Ourselves must we beneath the Couch of Earth Descend, ourselves to make a Couch — for whom ? XXIV. 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. xxv. And this delightful Herb whose living Green Fledges the River's... | |
 | Trist Wood - 1897 - 354 Seiten
...brought out. When the rose petals were fluttering in the air like butterflies she would softly repeat : 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. But... | |
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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. 
