Poems of the OrientTicknor and Fields, 1855 - 203 oldal |
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4. oldal
... PERSIAN BOY , 124 THE GOBLET , 125 · THE ARAB TO THE PALM , 130 AURUM POTABILE , ON THE SEA , TYRE , AN ANSWER , REQUIEM IN THE SOUTH , GULISTAN , JERUSALEM , THE VOYAGE OF A DREAM , 133 • 137 139 143 144 • 147 150 154 L'ENVOI , 160 ...
... PERSIAN BOY , 124 THE GOBLET , 125 · THE ARAB TO THE PALM , 130 AURUM POTABILE , ON THE SEA , TYRE , AN ANSWER , REQUIEM IN THE SOUTH , GULISTAN , JERUSALEM , THE VOYAGE OF A DREAM , 133 • 137 139 143 144 • 147 150 154 L'ENVOI , 160 ...
21. oldal
... Persian lute From the jasmined window rise , And like two stars , through the lattice - bars , I saw the Sultana's eyes . The Poet said : I will here abide , In the Sun's unclouded door ; Here are the wells of all delight On the lost ...
... Persian lute From the jasmined window rise , And like two stars , through the lattice - bars , I saw the Sultana's eyes . The Poet said : I will here abide , In the Sun's unclouded door ; Here are the wells of all delight On the lost ...
26. oldal
... Persia's throne . All fruits the trees of this fair garden bore , Whose balmy fragrance lured the tongue to taste Their flavors : there bananas flung to waste Their golden flagons with thick honey filled ; From splintered cups the ripe ...
... Persia's throne . All fruits the trees of this fair garden bore , Whose balmy fragrance lured the tongue to taste Their flavors : there bananas flung to waste Their golden flagons with thick honey filled ; From splintered cups the ripe ...
43. oldal
Bayard Taylor. Better than Baghdad's garden bowers , Or fountains that play among Persian flowers ; Better than all delights and powers , The deed God's justice will abide- The stern atonement , long denied , That righteous Vengeance gives ...
Bayard Taylor. Better than Baghdad's garden bowers , Or fountains that play among Persian flowers ; Better than all delights and powers , The deed God's justice will abide- The stern atonement , long denied , That righteous Vengeance gives ...
54. oldal
... sent From Yemen's sunburnt berries blent With odors of the Persian rose . That picture still in memory glows With the same heat as then Of fever , with its fiery flush the gush Startling my blood ; and I can see As she 54.
... sent From Yemen's sunburnt berries blent With odors of the Persian rose . That picture still in memory glows With the same heat as then Of fever , with its fiery flush the gush Startling my blood ; and I can see As she 54.
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50 cents 63 cents Allah ARAB balm BAYARD TAYLOR beams beauty beneath bliss blood bloom blossoms bosom breast breath brow calm Camadeva Cloth cloud cold cried Damascus dark Death deep desert dreams drink Earth El-Azrek fade fair fill fire flame flood flower forehead gate glory glow God's golden GOLDEN LEGEND Gulistan Hafiz hand Hassan heart Heaven hills Jerusalem Khaled kiss land leaves Life's light lips looks lute manly mighty minaret moon morning mountains myrrh night at sea NUBIA o'er odors Pale flower palm passion PERSIAN BOY POEMS Poet prayer Price 50 Price 63 Price 75 cents pride Prophet rapture repose rose sands sang shade shadow Shekh shine Shiraz wine silent sing sleep SMYRNA snow Song sorrow soul splendor stars stream summer sweet sweeter Tarshish thee thou art Tmolus tree Unto veil vino d'oro wandering warm waves wind wine wing wisdom
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86. oldal - Bedouin Song From the Desert I come to thee On a stallion shod with fire; And the winds are left behind In the speed of my desire. Under thy window I stand, And the midnight hears my cry: I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die Till the sun grows cold, And the stars are old, And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold! Look from thy window and see My passion and my pain; I lie on the sands below, And I faint in thy disdain. Let the night-winds touch thy brow With the heat of my...
175. oldal - But thou hadst gone — gone from the dreary land, Gone from the storms let loose on every hill, Lured by the sweet persuasion of a hand Which leads thee somewhere in the distance still. Where'er thou art, I know thou wearest yet The same bewildering beauty, sanctified By calmer joy, and touched with soft regret For him who seeks, but cannot reach thy side. I keep for thee the living love of old, And seek thy place in Nature, as a child Whose hand is parted from his playmate's hold, Wanders and cries...
9. oldal - FROM the forests and highlands We come, we come; From the river-girt islands, Where loud waves are dumb Listening to my sweet pipings. The wind in the reeds and the rushes, The bees on the bells of thyme, The birds on the myrtle bushes, The cicale above in the lime, And the lizards below in the grass, Were as silent as ever old Tmolus was Listening to my sweet pipings.
100. oldal - Bathed in the tenderest purple of distance, Tinted and shadowed by pencils of air, Thy battlements hang o'er the slopes and the forests, Seats of the Gods in the limitless ether, Looming sublimely aloft and afar. Above them, like folds of imperial ermine, Sparkle the snow-fields that furrow thy forehead, — Desolate realms, inaccessible, silent, Chasms and caverns where Day is a stranger, Garners where...
175. oldal - ... its violets closer to thy breast ; Though by the feet of generations trod, The headstone crumbles from thy place of rest. The marvel of thy beauty cannot die ; The sweetness of thy presence shall not fade ; Earth gave not all the glory of thine eye, — Death may not keep what Death has never made. It was not thine, that forehead strange and cold, Nor those dumb lips, they hid beneath the snow ; Thy heart would throb beneath that passive fold, Thy hands for me that stony clasp forego. But thou...
24. oldal - But to Truth's house there is a single door, Which is Experience. He teaches best, Who feels the hearts of all men in his breast, And knows their strength or weakness through his own.