The Sacred Books and Early Literature of the East: With Historical Surveys of the Chief Writings of Each Nation..., Band 8

Charles Francis Horne
Parke, Austin, and Lipscomb, 1917

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Seite 12 - I wondered at the words he spake, but I knew that his were no idle words.
Seite 331 - 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 331 - Boy, let yon liquid ruby flow, And bid thy pensive heart be glad, Whate'er the frowning zealots say : Tell them, their Eden cannot show A stream so clear as Rocnabad, A bower so sweet as Mosellay.
Seite 393 - Whatever beauty dwells, Such is its nature, and its heritage From Everlasting Beauty, which emerged From realms of purity to shine upon The worlds, and all the souls which dwell therein. One gleam fell from It on the universe And on the angels, and this single ray Dazzled the angels, till their senses whirled Like the revolving sky. In diverse forms Each mirror showed it forth, and everywhere Its praise was chanted in new harmonies.
Seite 111 - twere but a barren mound, 'Twould become enchanted ground. " With thee yon sandy waste would seem The margin of Al Cawthar's stream; And thou canst make a dungeon's gloom A bower where new-born roses bloom.
Seite 332 - Go boldly forth, my simple lay, Whose accents flow with artless ease, Like orient pearls at random strung : Thy notes are sweet, the damsels say ; But oh ! far sweeter, if they please The nymph for whom these notes are sung!
Seite 332 - ... fate : Ah ! change the theme, And talk of odours, talk of wine, Talk of the flowers that round us bloom: Tis all a cloud, 'tis all a dream ; To love and joy thy thoughts confine, Nor hope to pierce the sacred gloom. Beauty has such resistless power, That even the chaste Egyptian dame...
Seite 126 - The Prophet said that God has declared, "I am not contained in aught above or below, I am not contained in earth or sky, or even In highest heaven. Know this for a surety. O beloved! Yet am I contained in the believer's heart! If ye seek me, search in such hearts!
Seite 332 - Tartars seize their destined prey. In vain with love our bosoms glow : Can all our tears, can all our sighs, New lustre to those charms impart ? Can cheeks, where living roses blow, Where nature spreads her richest dyes...
Seite 112 - Hail to thee, then, O LOVE, sweet madness! Thou who healest all our infirmities! Who art the physician of our pride and self-conceit! Who art our Plato and our Galen! Love exalts our earthly bodies to heaven, And makes the very hills to dance with joy! 0 lover, 'twas love that gave life to Mount Sinai, 4 When "it quaked, and Moses fell down in a swoon.

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