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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. "
Seeing and Being: And Other Sermons - الصفحة 95
بواسطة John White Chadwick - 1893 - عدد الصفحات: 234
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Punch, المجلد 127

Mark Lemon, Henry Mayhew, Tom Taylor, Shirley Brooks, Francis Cowley Burnand, Owen Seaman - 1904 - عدد الصفحات: 484
...calls his TBIT FORM, although the verse has been inter preted in a more general sense. Quatrain 19 — And this reviving Herb, whose tender green Fledges the River-Lip on which we lean . • is a cheerful remark made during the recovery of a ball from a water-hazard. " Ah, lean upon...

Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám, the Astronomer-poet of Persia

Omar Khayyam - 1859 - عدد الصفحات: 48
...from some once lovely Head. XIX. And this delightful Herb whose tender Green Fledges the River's Lip on which we lean — Ah, lean upon it lightly ! for...knows From what once lovely Lip it springs unseen ! xx. Ah, my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears TO-DAY of past Regrets and future Fears — To-morrow...

Memories of Merton

John Bruce Norton - 1865 - عدد الصفحات: 394
...lap from some once lovely head. And this delightful herb whose tender 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 uuseen !" " I think the Vessel, that with fugitive Articulation auswer'd, once did live, And merry-make...

Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám, rendered into Engl. verse [by E. Fitzgerald. 2nd ...

Omar Khayyam - 1868 - عدد الصفحات: 56
...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 this delightful Herb whose living Green Fledges the River's Lip on which we lean — Ah, lean upon it lightly...

The North American Review, المجلد 109

Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1869 - عدد الصفحات: 650
...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 this delightful herb whose living green Fledges the river's lip on which we lean, — Ah, leau upon it lightly...

The North American Review, المجلد 109

Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1869 - عدد الصفحات: 650
...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 this delightful herb whose living green Fledges the river's lip on which we lean, — Ah, lean...

Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám: The Astronomer-poet of Persia. Rendered Into ...

Laurier House, Omar Khayyam - 1872 - عدد الصفحات: 70
...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. xx. And this reviving Herb whose tender Green Fledges the River-Lip on which we lean — Ah, lean upon...

The Contemporary Review, المجلد 25

1875 - عدد الصفحات: 1012
...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 this reviving horb, whose tender green Fledges the river-lip on which we lean ; Ah ! lean upon it lightly, for who...

Notes of an Indian Journey

Sir Mountstuart Elphinstone Grant Duff - 1876 - عدد الصفحات: 316
...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...for who knows From what once lovely lip it springs uuseen 1 " Ah, my beloved ! fill the cup that clears To-day of past regrets and future fears ; To-morrow!...

Notes of an Indian Journey

Sir Mountstuart Elphinstone Grant Duff - 1876 - عدد الصفحات: 314
...where some buried Csesar bled ; That every hyacinth the garden wears Dropt in her lap from some ouce lovely head. "And this reviving herb, whose tender...knows From what once lovely lip it springs unseen ? " Ah, my beloved ! fill the cup that clears To-day of past regrets and future fears ; To-morrow!...




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