The Loves of Lailí and Majnún: A Poem from the Original Persian of NizámiDavid Nutt, 1894 - 122 Seiten |
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anguish Arab maid art thou beauty behold beneath blessed bliss bloom bosom bower breast breath bright bulbul charms cheek cypress-tree dark dead death deep delight despair doom dread dust eyes faithful fate father's feel flame flowers fond frantic frenzy gazed ghazel ghoul glowing grave grief grove heart heart delight Heaven hope JAMES ATKINSON king kiss Lailí and Majnún Laili's laughing life's light lips look love's lover LOVES OF LAILÍ maniac mind misery mood moon morn mortal mournful National Portrait Gallery never night Nizami Noufal o'er Persian poem prey rapture rose round ruby Samarkand Selim shade Shah Nameh shed sighs sight Sir William Jones sire smile soft soon soothe sorrows soul sparkling strain sweet sword tears thee thine thou art thou hast thoughts thousand tomb treasure voice wanderer weeping wept whilst wild wine woes words wouldst wretch youth
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Seite 11 - Sweet maid, if thou wouldst charm my sight. And bid these arms thy neck infold; That rosy cheek, that lily hand. Would give thy poet more delight Than all Bocara's vaunted gold, Than all the gems of Samarcand.
Seite ii - Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact.
Seite 36 - Awhile the prospect charms her sight, Awhile she feels her bosom light, Her eyes with pleasure beaming bright : But sadness o'er her spirit steals, And thoughts, too deep to hide, reveals : Beneath a...
Seite 10 - Make me a willow cabin at your gate, And call upon my soul within the house; Write loyal cantons' of contemned love, And sing them loud even in the dead of night ; Holla your name to the reverberate hills, And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out, Olivia ! O, you should not rest Between the elements of air and earth, But you should pity me.
Seite 110 - Upon his sacred solitude. For he to me, my life, my stay, Was precious as the light of day. Amazing was his love sublime, Which mock'd the wonted power of time; And when thou see'st him grovelling near, Wildly lamenting o'er my bier, Frown not, but kindly, soothingly relate Whate'er thou know'st of my disastrous fate. Say to that woe-worn wanderer: "All is o'er; Laili, thy own sad friend, is now no more; From this world's heavy chains for ever free, To thee her heart was given — she died for thee!...
Seite 5 - Her peaceful form in simple garb arrayed; Bright as the morn her cypress shape, and eyes Dark as the stag's, were viewed with fond surprise : And when her cheek this Arab moon revealed, A thousand hearts were won; no pride, no shield, Could check her beauty's power, resistless grown, Given to enthrall and charm — but chiefly one.
Seite 115 - Though hidden from my view those charms of thine, Still do they bloom in this fond heart of mine; Though far removed from all I held so dear, Though all I loved on earth be buried here, Remembrance to the past enchantment gives, Memory, blest memory, in my heart still lives. Yes ! thou hast quitted this contentious life, This scene of endless treachery and strife; And I like thee shall soon my fetters burst, And quench in draughts of heavenly love my thirst: There, where angelic bliss can never cloy,...
Seite 100 - How beautifully blue The firmament ! how bright The moon is sailing through The vast expanse, to-night ! And at this lovely hour The lonely Laili weeps Within her prison-tower And her sad record keeps — How many days, how many years, Her sorrows she has borne ! A lingering age of sighs and tears ; A night that has no morn : Yet in that guarded tower she lays her head, Shut like a gem within its stony bed. And who the warder of that place of sighs ? Her husband ! — he the dragon-watch supplies....
Seite 31 - ... cheeks, so beautiful and bright, Had stole the moon's refulgent light; Her form the cypress-tree expresses, And full and ripe invites caresses; With all these charms the heart to win, There was a careless grief within — Yet none beheld her grief, or heard; She droop'd like broken-winged bird. Her secret thoughts her love concealing, But, softly to the terrace stealing, From morn to eve she gazed around, In hopes her Majnun might be found, Wandering in sight.
Seite 60 - I'd leave the world for him that hates a woman. Woman, the fountain of all human frailty ! What mighty ills have not been done by woman ! Who was't betrayed the Capitol ? A woman. Who lost Mark Antony the world ? A woman. Who was the cause of a long ten years...