The Sacred Books and Early Literature of the East: With Historical Surveys of the Chief Writings of Each Nation...

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Charles Francis Horne
Parke, Austin, and Lipscomb, 1917

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Seite 254 - A tower is fallen, a star is set. Alas! alas for Celin!" Three times they knock, three times they cry, and wide the doors they throw; Dejectedly they enter, and mournfully they go; In gloomy lines they mustering stand beneath the hollow porch, Each horseman grasping in his hand a black and flaming torch; Wet is each eye as they go by, and all around is wailing, For all have heard the misery. "Alas! alas for Celin...
Seite 250 - Now stops the drum — close, close they come — thrice meet, and thrice give back ; The white foam of Harpado lies on the charger's breast of black— The white foam of the charger on Harpado's front of dun — Once more advance upon his lance — once more, thou fearless one! Once more, once more; — in...
Seite 252 - My ear-rings ! my ear-rings ! they were pearls in silver set, That when my Moor was far away, I ne'er should him forget, That I ne'er to other...
Seite 253 - My ear-rings! my ear-rings! he'll say they should have been, Not of pearl and of silver, but of gold and glittering sheen, Of jasper and of onyx, and of diamond shining clear, Changing to the changing light, with radiance insincere — That changeful mind unchanging gems are not befitting well — Thus will he think — and what to say, alas!
Seite 253 - He'll say I am a woman, and we are all the same ; He'll say I loved when he was here to whisper of his flame — But...
Seite 250 - Now stops the drum: close, close they come; thrice meet, and thrice give back; The white foam of Harpado lies on the charger's breast of black, — The white foam of the charger on Harpado's front of dun; — Once more advance upon his lance, once more, thou fearless one! Once more, once more! In dust and gore to ruin must thou reel!
Seite 250 - Dark is his hide on either side, but the blood within doth boil, And the dun hide glows, as if on fire, as he paws to the turmoil. His eyes are jet, and they are set in crystal rings of snow ; But now they stare with one red glare of brass upon the foe. Upon the forehead of the bull the horns stand close and near, From out the broad and wrinkled skull, like daggers they appear...
Seite 16 - A man's giving in alms one piece of silver in his lifetime is better for him than giving one hundred when about to die. Think not that any good act is contemptible, though it be but your brother's coming to you with an open countenance and good humor.
Seite 249 - But firmly he extends his arm — his look is calm and high. Three bulls against the knight are loosed, and two come roaring on, He rises high in stirrup, forth stretching his rejon ; Each furious beast upon the breast he deals him such a blow He blindly totters and gives back, across the sand to go.
Seite 248 - He hath summoned all the Moorish lords, from the hills and plains around ; From Vega and Sierra, from Betis and Xenil, They have come with helm and cuirass of gold and twisted steel. 'T is the holy Baptist's feast they hold in royalty and state...

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