...to keep the wind away.' " Egijittan Paper. On the other hand, of course, SHAKESPEARU has informed us that "Never blows so red The rose as where some buried Caesar bled." [MARCH 31, 1926. GUNS AND DRAGONS. . [ "The Royal Tank Corps is being equipped with the new light pattern...

...And Bahrain, that great Hunter — the Wild Ass Stamps o'er his Head, and he lies fast asleep. 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...

...the hands of comparatively lew readers, has many quaint thoughts upon this subjeet in his Rubdiyat: " I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Csesar bled; That every hyacinth the garden wears Dropt in its lap from some once lovely head. And...

...XXIII. And we, that now make merry in the Room They left, and Summer dresses in new bloom, X£. XXIV. I 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...

...descend : Dust into dust, and under dust to lie, Sans wine, sans song, sans singer, and — sans end.' " I sometimes think that never blows so red The rose...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...

...descend : Dust into dust, and under dust to lie, Sans wine, sans song, sans singer, and — sans end.' ' 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. 1 And...

...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...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...

...of tho poem are not few. It has a freshness and vigor, such as great works of genius only possess. " I sometimes think that never blows so red The rose, as where some buried Caesnr bled ; That every hyacinth the garden wears Dropped in her lap from some once lovely head. "...

...little talk awhile of Me and Thee There was — and then no more of Thee and Me." And again * * * * " I sometimes think that never blows so red The rose,...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...

...while of Me and Thee There was — and then no more of Thee and Me." OMAR KHAYYAM. 19 And again * * " 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...