 | Sherwin Cody - 1905 - 628 pàgines
...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... | |
 | Henry Woodd Nevinson - 1905 - 344 pàgines
...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." " Although wine has rent my veil, so long as I have a soul I will not be separated from wine : I am... | |
 | Richard Holt Hutton - 1906 - 444 pàgines
...wears Dropt in her lap from some once lovely bead. XX And this reviving herb whose tender green Hedges the river-lip on which we lean — Ah, lean upon it...knows From what once lovely lip it springs unseen ! The tenderness of that last verse, with its Oriental turn of expression, is as exquisite as any touch... | |
 | Francis Fisher Browne - 1906 - 548 pàgines
...blows so red The rose as where some buried Caesar bled ; That every hyacinth the garden wears Droptln her lap from some once lovely head. And this reviving...green Fledges the river-lip on which we lean — Ah, my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears TO-DAY of past regret and future fears : To-morrow 1 — Why,... | |
 | Julian Hawthorne - 1906 - 466 pàgines
...blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled ; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropped in her 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 knows From what once lovely Lip... | |
 | Cale Young Rice - 1906 - 344 pàgines
...oft I 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." "Then if, from the dull Clay thro' with Life's throes, More beautiful spring Hyacinth and Rose, Will... | |
 | Richard Holt Hutton - 1906 - 446 pàgines
...sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Cassar bled ; That every hyacinth the garden wears Dropt in her lap from some once lovely head. XX And this reviving herb whose tender green Hedges the river-lip on which we lean — Ah, lean upon... | |
 | 1906 - 884 pàgines
...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. E. FITZGERALD. CHIDE ARE VOLSHITIKA R6MANI CHIB. I lali Ruzha lalider dikel, 'Pr6 Chik kai Kralisesko... | |
 | William Stebbing - 1907 - 428 pàgines
...break his Sleep. I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled ; And this reviving Herb whose tender green Fledges...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. Why,... | |
 | John Matthews Manly - 1907 - 654 pàgines
...a little hour or two — was gone. And this reviving Herb whose tender Green Fledges the River- Lip on which we lean — Ah, lean upon it lightly ! for...knows From what once lovely Lip it springs unseen ! Oh, my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears To-day of past Regret and future Fears: To-morrow ! —... | |
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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. 
