Omar, the Tentmaker: A Romance of Old PersiaL. C. Page, 1898 - 355 pàgines |
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Agâ Zālým Agapê Agape's Alamût Allâh anderûn asked Omar Bagdâd beautiful brought būstân called caravan castle Circassian Court dagger danced with grace delight diwân escape exclaimed eyes face faith father felt FitzGerald's paraphrase garden girl graceful Greek hand Hasan ben Sabah Hasan ibn Ali hashish heart horse Ibrahîm Niyâl Imâm Irân Isfahân Islâm J. W. Kennedy jewels Kaliph Khurāsân knew library 12mo look maiden Malíkshāh Marv Mashad mind mountains Muhammád NATHAN HASKELL DOLE never Nishāpûr Nizâmu'l Nizâmu'l-Mulk Omar Khayyâm Omar's once Ostad palace pavilion Persian poems poet Prince Kreiton province quatrains replied river rode romance rose rug-maker seemed Seljûk servant sheikh Shirîn Khānúm soul stood story strange suddenly Sultân sweet talk tell thee things thou thought throne tion Togrul Beg told took voice waiting Wazîr wine wise woman word young Zalým
Passatges populars
Pàgina 347 - There was the Door to which I found no Key; There was the Veil through which I might not see: Some little talk awhile of ME and THEE There was — and then no more of THEE and ME.
Pàgina 317 - Yon rising Moon that looks for us again — How oft hereafter will she wax and wane ; How oft hereafter rising look for us Through this same Garden — and for one in vain...
Pàgina 330 - The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.
Pàgina 329 - We are no other than a moving row Of Magic Shadow-shapes that come and go Round with the Sun-illumined Lantern held In Midnight by the Master of the Show...
Pàgina 317 - Come, fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring Your Winter-garment of Repentance fling: The Bird of Time has but a little way To flutter — and the Bird is on the Wing.
Pàgina 256 - Yet Ah, that Spring should vanish with the Rose ! That Youth's sweet-scented manuscript should close! The Nightingale that in the branches sang, Ah whence, and whither flown again, who knows...
Pàgina 347 - Angel of the darker Drink At last shall find you by the river-brink, And, offering his Cup, invite your Soul Forth to your Lips to quaff — you shall not shrink.
Pàgina 348 - Tis but a Tent where takes his one day's rest A Sultan to the realm of Death addrest ; The Sultan rises, and the dark Ferrash Strikes, and prepares it for another Guest.
Pàgina 79 - Go thy way, eat thy bread with joy, and drink thy wine with a merry heart; for God now accepteth thy works.
Pàgina 79 - There is nothing better for a man, than that he should eat and drink, and that he should make his soul enjoy good in his labour.