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 452 - I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.
Page 457 - 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 444 - 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 452 - The adorning thee with so much art Is but a barbarous skill; Tis like the poisoning of a dart, Too apt before to kill.
Page 421 - 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 453 - For at the entrance here I plainly see A line of footsteps printed in the sand. Here are the fresh impressions of her feet; Their well-known outline faintly marked in front, More deeply towards the heel; betokening The graceful undulation of her gait.
Page 128 - Mortal joys, however pure, Soon their turbid source betray; Mortal bliss, however sure, Soon must totter and decay. Ye who now, with footsteps keen, Range through hope's delusive field, Tell us what the smiling scene To your ardent grasp can yield ? Other youths have oft before Deemed their joys would never fade, Till themselves were seen no more Swept into oblivion's shade.
Page 378 - Look not mournfully into the Past : it returns no more. Wisely improve the Present ; and go forth into the shadowy Future without fear, and with a manly heart.
Page 450 - 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.

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