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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1837 Excerpt: ... number of Mussulmans Interpret the text their own way, nnd exclude their moieties from heaven. Being enemies to Platonics, they cuunot discern "any fitness of things" in the souls of the other sex, conceiving them to be superseded by the houris. (-) An oriental simile, which may, perhaps, though fairly stolen, be deemed "plus Arabe qu'en Arable." (0) Myncinthine, in Arabic "sunbul;" as common a thought in the eastern poets as it was among the Greeks. (10) Originally: --"The cygnet proudly walks the water."--P.K. (11) uFranj, uestan,"Circassia. Along the banks that bound her tide; Thus rose fair Leila's whiter neck: --Thus arm'd with beauty would she check Intrusion's glance, till Folly's gaze Shrunk from the charms it meant to praise. Thus high and graceful was her gait; Her heart as tender to her mate; Her mate--stern Hassan, who was he? Alas that name was not for thee Stern Hassan hath a journey ta'en With twenty vassals in his train, Each arm'd, as best becomes a man, With arquebuss and ataghan; The chief before, as deck'd for war, Bears in his belt the scimitar Slain'd with the best of Aruaut blood, When in the pass the rebels stood, And few returu'd to tell the tale Of what befell in Parne's vale. The pistols which his girdle bore Were those that once a pasha wore, Which still, though gemm'd and boss'd with gold, Even robbers tremble to behold. Tis said he goes to woo a bride More true than her who left his side; The faithless slave that broke her bower And, worse than faithless, for a Giaour The snn's last rays are on the hill, And sparkle in the fountain rill, Whose welcome waters, cool and clear, Draw blessings from the mountaineer; Here may the loitering merchant Greek Find that repose 'twere vain ... Geen bibliotheekbeschrijvingen gevonden. |
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