Letters of Shahcoolen: A Hindu Philosopher, Residing in Philadelphia; to His Friend El Hassan, an Inhabitant of Delhi |
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Page 109 - Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb; honey and milk are under thy tongue ; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
Page 111 - Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.
Page 109 - Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon : look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
Page 108 - I sat down under his shadow with great delight, And his fruit was sweet to my taste.
Page 109 - Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
Page 132 - His paffion was inflamed by the glances of her eyes, which played like a pair of water-birds with azure plumage, that fport near a full-blown lotos on a pool in the feafon of dew.
Page 110 - Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.
Page 108 - My beloved is mine, and I am his : He feedeth among the lilies. Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, Turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart Upon the mountains of Bether.
Page 109 - Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks.
Page 108 - The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills. My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.