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THE RUBAIYAT, 1889 EDITION: 19 by OMAR KHAYYAM

First Line: I SOMETIMES THINK THAT NEVER BLOWS SO RED
Last Line: DROPT IN HER LAP FROM SOME ONCE LOVELY HEAD.
Subject(s): FLOWERS;
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.



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