 | 1900 - 462 str.
...: And Bahram, that great Hunter — the Wild Ass Stamps o'er his Head, but cannot break his Sleep. I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose...Lap from some once lovely Head. And this reviving Herb whose tender Green Fledges the River-Lip on which we lean — Ah, lean upon it lightly 1 for who... | |
 | John Glyde - 1900 - 390 str.
...stars to flight; And lo ! the Hunter of the East has caught The Sultan's Turret in a Noose of Light. ' I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose...wears, Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.' It is to be observed that there is no coherence in Omar's work. His quatrains are arranged in a purely... | |
 | Omar Khayyam - 1900 - 198 str.
...Babrdm, that great Hunter — tbe Wild Ass Stamps o'er bis Head, but cannot break bis Sleep. XVIII I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose...bled ; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in its Lap from some once lovely Head. XIX And this delightful Herb whose tender Green Fledges the River's... | |
 | Omar Khayyam, Edward FitzGerald - 1900 - 162 str.
...And Bahram, 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 Caesar That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head. XX. And this reviving... | |
 | 1900 - 780 str.
...once was on the the cheek of a beautiful woman." FitzGerald paraphrases it in the following quatrain : "I sometimes think that never blows so red The rose as where some buried Citsar bled; That every hyacinth the garden wears Dropped in her lap from come once lovely head." Emerson... | |
 | Richard James Horatio Gottheil - 1900 - 448 str.
...: And Bahram, that great Hunter — 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 Csesar bled ; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head. And... | |
 | Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch - 1901 - 1190 str.
...: And Bahrain, that great Hunter — the wild Ass Stamps o'er his Head, but cannot break his Sleep. I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose...Lap from some once lovely Head. And this reviving Herb whose tender Green Fledges the River-Lip on which we lean — Ah, lean upon it lightly ! for who... | |
 | Lyman Abbott - 1901 - 216 str.
...but the Persian poet, interpreter of the Epicurean philosophy, draws a very different conclusion : " I sometimes think that never blows so red The rose...lap from some once lovely head. " And this reviving herb whose tender green Fledges the river-lip on which we lean — Ah, lean upon it lightly ! for who... | |
 | Lewis Dayton Burdick - 1901 - 274 str.
...Culture, vol. ii., p. 164. * The Golden Bough, vol. i., p. 384. The astronomer-poet of Persia sings : "I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose...Garden wears Dropt in her lap from some once lovely Head."1 In a note to this stanza the translator says : " I am reminded of an old English superstition,... | |
 | 1901 - 660 str.
...XVTI. They say the Lion and the Lizard keep The Courts where Jamshy'd gloried and drank deep; XVIII. I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose...bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in its Lap from some once lovely Head. XIX. And this delightful Herb whose tender Green Fledges the River's... | |
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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. 
