The Rose Garden of PersiaLongman, Brown, Green, & Longmans, 1845 - 193 Seiten |
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admiration AFRASIAB Aiass Akbar amidst amongst appear Arabic art thou beauty became bird blest bliss bower breast bright Brimha brow called celebrated charm Chyr couplets death desert despair devoted divine dream earth East Essedi eternal eyes Fabre d'Olivet fair fame fate father favourite fear Feizi Ferdusi Ferhâd flowers Gabriel's wing gaze Gazel glowing GOD'S LAMENT Hafiz hailed heart heaven Hejira honour hope Jamshid Kasidah Khaja KHIAM Khizzer Khorassan Khosrû king Koran Leila lover Mahmoud Mejnoon Moasi monarch moon mysticism native night o'er once pain Paradise pearl Persian poets poem poet poet's poetical poetry Potiphar praise prince prophet rich rival rose sacred Sadi satire Shah Namah Shirâz Shireen sigh Sir William Jones slave song soul star Sufis sultan Sweet thee thine tion TOGRAY toil tree Unsuri VAAAAAAAAA verses vizir wandering waves wild wine words youth Yussuf Zuleika
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Seite 95 - I never complained of my condition but once, when my feet were bare, and I had not money to buy shoes ; but I met a man without feet, and I became contented with my lot.
Seite 146 - On that night could not the king sleep, and he commanded to bring the book of records of the chronicles ; and they were read before the king.
Seite 89 - The hands of Peris might have wrought those stems, Where dewdrops hang their fragile diadems; And strings of pearl and sharp-cut diamonds shine, New from the wave, or recent from the mine. "Alas! Shireen!
Seite 47 - Heav'n, a band Of planets wait on her command. Day can but paint the skies with blue, Night's starry hosts amaze the view. Man measures time but by the moon; Night shrouds what day reveals too soon. Day is with toil and care oppressed, Night comes, and with her, gentle rest. Day, busy still, no praise can bring, All night the saints their anthems sing; Her shade is cast by Gabriel's wing! The moon is pure, the sun's broad face Dark and unsightly spots deface: The sun shines on with changeless glare,...
Seite 85 - On lofty Beysitoun the lingering sun Looks down on ceaseless labors, long begun : The mountain trembles to the echoing sound Of falling rocks, that from her sides rebound. Each day all respite, all repose denied...
Seite 48 - Sacred to thee the bat and owl; And, led by thee, pale spectres grimly howl! I sprang from heaven, from dust art thou; Light crowns my head with many a gem The collier's cap is on thy brow — For thee a fitting diadem. My presence fills the world with joy; Thou com'st all comfort to annoy. I am a Moslem — white my vest: Thou a vile thief, in sable drest. Out, negro-face ! — dar'st thou compare Thy cheeks with mine, so purely fair? Those 'hosts of stars...
Seite 19 - Place thou within the spicy nest, Where the bright phoenix loves to rest, A raven's egg, and mark thou well, When the vile bird has chipped his shell, Though fed with grains from trees that grow Where Salsebil's pure waters flow, Though airs from Gabriel's wing may rise, To fan the cradle where he lies, Though long their patient...
Seite 43 - Comes from that gentle stream Where they reside, to whom our hearts Return in mem'ry's dream: The precious odour that its wings convey Is their regret for us — so far away! The sands are rough along that shore Where glides our native Amu's stream; But when we tread its banks once more, Like velvet those rude sands will seem. O pitying Oxus ! let thy waves divide, And yield us passage down thy opening tide! All hail, Bokhara, land of flowers! Our prince moves proudly on; He goes to glad thy sunny...
Seite 91 - What raven note disturbs his musing mood ? What form comes stealing on his solitude? Ungentle messenger, whose word of ill All the warm feelings of his soul can chill ! " Cease, idle youth, to waste thy days," she said, " By empty hopes a visionary made ; Why in vain toil thy fleeting life consume To frame a palace ? — rather hew a tomb. Even like sere leaves that autumn winds have shed, Perish thy labors, for — Shireen is dead ! " He heard the fatal news — no word, no groan ; He spoke not,...
Seite 88 - Which crowd each nook of that majestic place. The piles give way, the rocky peaks divide, The stream comes gushing on — a foaming tide! A mighty work, for ages to remain, The token of his passion and his pain. As flows the milky flood from Allah's throne, Rushes the torrent from the yielding stone; And sculptured there, amazed, stern Khosru stands, And sees, with frowns, obeyed his harsh commands: While she, the fair beloved, with being rife, Awakes the glowing marble into life.