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I sometimes think that never 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.
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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 unseen!
-Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, Trans. E. Fitzgerald, Illust. E. Dulac

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I sometimes think that never 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.

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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 unseen!

-Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, Trans. E. Fitzgerald, Illust. E. Dulac

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