Oriental Literature: The literature of Persia, ed. by R. J. H. GottheilRichard James Horatio Gottheil, Epiphanius Wilson Colonial Press, 1899 For contents, see Title Catalog. |
Frases i termes més freqüents
Afrásiyáb Arjásp arms army arrows art thou Balkh Barzú Bashútan battle beautiful behold blood brave brother Byzun champion charms chiefs command crown damsel Dárá Dáráb daughter death Demon dervishes dreadful dust earth elephant enemy eyes fate father Ferámurz Feridún fight Firdusi Fríburz Gersiwaz grief ground Gúdarz Gushtásp Háfiz hand head heard heart Heaven heroes horse Húmán Iblis Irán Irij Isfendiyár javelin Jemshid Kábul Kai-khosráu kamund Káús Khakán Khosráu king kingdom Kurugsar Lohurásp mace Mázinderán mighty Mihráb Minúchihr monarch mother mountain Nauder never night o'er Omar Khayyám Persian Pírán poet prince Rakush replied returned rose royal Rubáiyát Rúdábeh Rúm Rustem Sa'di Saiáwush Sám saying sent Shiraz Sikander Simurgh Sístán slain smiles Sohráb soon sorrow soul Súdáveh sword thee thine thou art thou hast thought thousand throne told troops Túr Túrán Túránian Tús vengeance warriors whilst wild wine youth Zábul Zál Zohák
Passatges populars
Pàgina 338 - I SOMETIMES think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.
Pàgina 338 - Some for the Glories of This World; and some Sigh for the Prophet's Paradise to come; Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go, Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum! XIV Look to the blowing Rose about us —
Pàgina 343 - 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 338 - Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend, Before we too into the Dust descend ; Dust into Dust, and under Dust, to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and — sans End...
Pàgina 341 - A Moment's Halt — a momentary taste Of BEING from the Well amid the Waste — And Lo! — the phantom Caravan has reach'd The NOTHING it set out from — Oh, make haste!
Pàgina 338 - Ah, my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears TO-DAY of past Regrets and Future Fears : To-morrow! — Why, To-morrow I may be Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n thousand Years.
Pàgina 341 - You know, my Friends, with what a brave Carouse I made a Second Marriage in my house ; Divorced old barren Reason from my Bed, And took the Daughter of the Vine to Spouse. LVI For 'Is' and 'IS-NOT' though with Rule and Line, And 'UP-AND-DOWN...
Pàgina 346 - And much as Wine has play'd the Infidel, And robb'd me of my Robe of Honour — Well, I wonder often what the Vintners buy One half so precious as the stuff they sell.
Pàgina 343 - I sent my Soul through the Invisible, Some letter of that After-life to spell: And by and by my Soul return'd to me, And answered, "I Myself am Heav'n and Hell...
Pàgina 338 - For some we loved, the loveliest and the best That from his Vintage rolling Time hath prest, Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before, And one by one crept silently to rest.