The Poetry of the Orient

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Roberts brothers, 1874 - Digital images - 371 pages
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Page 20 - The forward violet thus did I chide : Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath ? The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed.
Page 87 - 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 74 - VERSIFIED FROM THOLUCK'S TRANSLATION OUT OF THE PERSIAN. Is heavy sleep the Caliph lay, When some one called, " Arise, and pray ! " The angry Caliph cried, " Who dare Rebuke his king for slighted prayer ? " Then, from the corner of the room, A voice cut sharply through the gloom : " My name is Satan. Rise ! obey Mohammed's law ; awake, and pray t " " Thy words are good," the Caliph said, " But their intent I somewhat dread.
Page 44 - To abandon the faithful and devoted, is an endless crime, like the murder of a Brahman. Never, therefore, come weal or woe, will I abandon yon faithful dog. Yon poor creature, in fear and distress, hath trusted in my power to save it ; Not, therefore, for e'en life itself, will I break my plighted word.
Page 53 - Thou shalt have thy share of dates, my beauty ! And thou know'st my water-skin is free : Drink and welcome, for the wells are distant, And my strength and safety lie in thee. Bend thy forehead now, to take my kisses ! Lift in love thy dark and splendid eye : Thou art glad when Hassan mounts the saddle — Thou art proud he owns thee : so am I. Let the Sultan bring his boasted horses, Prancing with their diamond-studded reins ; They, my darling, shall not match thy fleetness When they course with...
Page 20 - And to his robbery had annex'd thy breath; But, for his theft, in pride of all his growth A vengeful canker eat him up to death. More flowers I noted, yet I none could see But sweet or colour it had stol'n from thee.
Page 20 - The lily I condemned for thy hand. And buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair; The roses fearfully on thorns did stand, One blushing shame, another white despair ; A third, nor red nor white, had...
Page 61 - Which crowd each nook of that majestic place. The piles give way, the rocky peaks divide, The stream comes gushing on — a foaming tide! A mighty work, for ages to remain, The token of his passion and his pain. As flows the milky flood from Allah's throne, Rushes the torrent from the yielding stone; And sculptured there, amazed, stern Khosru stands, And sees, with frowns, obeyed his harsh commands: While she, the fair beloved, with being rife, Awakes the glowing marble into life.
Page 66 - Rabia, sick upon her bed, By two saints was visited, Holy Malik, Hassan wise,— Men of mark in Moslem eyes. Hassan says, < Whose prayer is pure Will God's chastisements endure.' Malik from a deeper sense Uttered his experience: "He who loves his Master's choice Will in chastisement rejoice.
Page 76 - ... could not bear God's love with this new race to share. But yet God's tables open stand, His guests flock in from every land. Some kind act toward the race of men May toss us into Heaven again. A game of chess is all we see, — And God the player, pieces we. White, black, — queen, pawn, — 't is all the same, For on both sides he plays the game. Moved to and fro, from good to ill, We rise and fall as suits his will.

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