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Italy; with sketches of Spain and Portugal - The Original Classic Edition
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admirable altar amongst amused ancient apartments appeared Arabian Arabian Nights arches arrived ascending Bababalouk beautiful began beheld caliph Carathis Carthusian chapel church Cintra cliffs clouds colour commanded convent countenance dark delight discovered door edifice emir entered eunuchs eyes Fakreddin fancy father feet flowers gallery garden genii Giaour gloomy grand Gulchenrouz half hands hath heard heart hills holy honour hour imagination inclosures inhabitants Koran ladies LETTER light Lisbon lofty looked lovely magnificent marble Marialva Marquis ment morning mountains never night Nouronihar palace parterres passed pines plain portal Portugal Portuguese pre-adamite prince Prince of Brazil Radicofani repose retired returned rising rock round royal Samarah santons scarcely scene seemed shade Simurgh solemn soon sound strange style summit Tagus terrace thickets thou tower valley vast Vathek Verdeil village vizir voice walked walls whilst whole wild wind wood
Page 103 - But such as, at this day, to Indians known; In Malabar or Decan spreads her arms, Branching so broad and long, that in the ground The bended twigs take root, and daughters grow About the mother tree, a pillar'd shade, High overarch'd, and echoing walks between...
Page 92 - Here dwell no frowns, nor anger, from these gates Sorrow flies far: see, here be all the pleasures That fancy can beget on youthful thoughts, When the fresh blood grows lively, and returns 670 Brisk as the April buds in primrose season. And first behold this cordial julep here That flames, and dances in his crystal bounds With spirits of balm, and fragrant syrups mixed.
Page 122 - Woe to him that coveteth an evil covetousness to his house, that he may set his nest on high, that he may be delivered from the power of evil!
Page 105 - Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away ! for, lo ! the winter is past, the rain is over and gone, the flowers appear on the earth, the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land. The fig-tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grapes give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away!
Page 2 - Orientale ;'* but for correctness of costume, beauty of description, and power of imagination, it far surpasses all European imitations; and bears such marks of originality, that those who have visited the East will find some difficulty in believing it to be more than a translation. As an Eastern tale, even Rasselas must bow before it ; his " Happy Valley" will not bear a comparison with the
Page 80 - They continued their way through the multitude; but, notwithstanding their confidence at first, they were not sufficiently composed to examine with attention the various perspectives of halls and of galleries that opened on the right hand and left, which were all illuminated by torches and braziers, whose flames rose in pyramids to the centre of the vault. At length they came to a place where long curtains, brocaded with crimson and gold, fell from all parts in striking confusion ; here the choirs...
Page 18 - Wouldest thou devote thyself to me ? Adore then the terrestrial influences, and abjure Mahomet. On these conditions I will bring thee to the palace of subterranean fire; there shalt thou behold in immense depositories the treasures which the stars have promised thee, and which will be conferred by those Intelligences whom thou shalt thus render propitious. It was from thence I brought my sabres, and it is there that Soliman Ben Daoud reposes, surrounded by the talismans that control the world.
Page 81 - Creatures of clay, I receive you into mine empire ; ye are numbered amongst my adorers...
Page 60 - Horrors and dismal prospects haunted my fancy upon my return. I could not dine in peace, so strongly was my imagination affected ; but snatching my pencil, I drew chasms and subterraneous hollows, the domain of fear and torture, with chains, racks, wheels, and dreadful engines in the style of Piranesi.