Arabian Poetry for English Readers

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William Alexander Clouston
Priv. print. [MʻLaren and son, printers], 1881 - Arabic poetry - 473 pages
Edited, with an introduction and notes, by W. A. Clouston.

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Page 423 - On parent knees, a naked new-born child Weeping thou sat'st while all around thee smiled ; So live, that sinking in thy last long sleep, Calm thou mayst smile, while all around thee weep.
Page 454 - I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.
Page 459 - There is no woman's sides Can bide the beating of so strong a passion As love doth give my heart: no woman's heart So big, to hold so much ; they lack retention. Alas, their love may be called appetite, — No motion of the liver, but the palate, — That suffer surfeit, cloyment, and revolt...
Page 446 - Thou comest to me with a sword, and with a spear, and with a shield; but I come to thee in the name of the Lord of hosts, the God of the armies of Israel, whom thou hast defied.
Page 379 - Ah, fill the Cup: - what boots it to repeat How Time is slipping underneath our Feet: Unborn TO-MORROW, and dead YESTERDAY, Why fret about them if TO-DAY be sweet!
Page 452 - I view her now! long weeping swells her eyes, And those dear lips are dried by parching sighs ; Sad on her hand her pallid cheek declines, And half unseen through veiling tresses shines ; As when a darkling night the moon enshrouds, A few faint rays break straggling through the Clouds.
Page 400 - Neither did he leave of the people to Jehoahaz but fifty horsemen, and ten chariots, and ten thousand footmen; for the king of Syria had destroyed them, and had made them like the dust by threshing.
Page 110 - NOT always wealth, not always force, A splendid destiny commands; The lordly vulture gnaws the corse That rots upon yon barren sands. Nor want nor weakness still conspires To bind us to a sordid state; The fly, that with a touch expires, Sips honey from the royal plate.
Page 394 - Twas then her beauties first enslaved my heart — Those glittering pearls and ruby lips, whose kiss Was sweeter far than honey to the taste. As when the merchant opes a precious box Of perfume, such an...
Page 11 - Let us weep at the remembrance of our beloved, at the sight of the station where her tent was raised, by the edge of yon bending sands between Dahul and Haurncl, 2. HTudam__and Mikra ia station, the marks of which are not wholly effaced, though the south wind and the north have woven the twisted sand.

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