Lailí and Majnún: A PoemA.J. Valpy, publisher to the Oriental Translation Fund, 1836 - 127 páginas One of the five works known as the Khamsah, the Quintet or the Five treasures by the poet Nizami of Ganja. |
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... gone : He call'd her magic name , but she was not , Nor of her kindred , one , not one , In that sequester'd lonely spot : He call'd a thousand times , but call'd in vain ; None heeded , for none heard the strain ; 180 190 And thence no ...
... gone : He call'd her magic name , but she was not , Nor of her kindred , one , not one , In that sequester'd lonely spot : He call'd a thousand times , but call'd in vain ; None heeded , for none heard the strain ; 180 190 And thence no ...
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... gone for ever ? - Could he that thought support ? oh , never , never ! Whilst deep emotion agonised his breast , He to the morning - breeze these words address'd : - " Breeze of the morn ! so fresh and sweet , Wilt thou my blooming ...
... gone for ever ? - Could he that thought support ? oh , never , never ! Whilst deep emotion agonised his breast , He to the morning - breeze these words address'd : - " Breeze of the morn ! so fresh and sweet , Wilt thou my blooming ...
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... gone ; I cannot change my will : The moral counsel thou hast given to me , ( To one who cannot from his bondage flee , ) Avails me nothing . " Tis no choice of mine , But Fate's decree , that I should thus repine : Stand I alone ? Look ...
... gone ; I cannot change my will : The moral counsel thou hast given to me , ( To one who cannot from his bondage flee , ) Avails me nothing . " Tis no choice of mine , But Fate's decree , that I should thus repine : Stand I alone ? Look ...
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... gone ; And to be joined , in a moment's breath , To another - Death , and worse than death ! Soon as the sparkling stars of night Had disappear'd , and floods of light Shed from the morn's refulgent beam Empurpled Dijla's rolling stream ...
... gone ; And to be joined , in a moment's breath , To another - Death , and worse than death ! Soon as the sparkling stars of night Had disappear'd , and floods of light Shed from the morn's refulgent beam Empurpled Dijla's rolling stream ...
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... gone ! Another has , in open day , Borne the heart - winning prize away . Though wrapp'd in sweetest innocence , The fell oppressor snatch'd her thence . But who deserves the curse that's sped Upon the foul betrayer's head ? The ...
... gone ! Another has , in open day , Borne the heart - winning prize away . Though wrapp'd in sweetest innocence , The fell oppressor snatch'd her thence . But who deserves the curse that's sped Upon the foul betrayer's head ? The ...
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anguish Arab maid art thou Barrackpore beauty behold beneath bless'd bliss bloom bosom bower breast breath bright bulbul camel charms cheek cypress-tree dark dead death deep delight despair doom'd dread dust earth Evil eye eyes faithful fate father feel FIRDAUSI flame flowers fond fountain frantic frenzy gazed gerz ghazel ghoul glowing grave grief grove hast head heart heart delight Heaven hope Khosrú kiss Lailí and Majnún Laili's life's light Line lips love's lover maniac mark'd Mecca mind misery mood moon morn mournful Nazámi never night Noufal o'er pass'd passion Persian prey rapture ringlets rose round ruby Saki Samarkand scorn seem'd Selim shade Shahnameh shed sighs sight sire smile soft soon soothe sorrow sought soul sparkling sweet sword tale tears thee thine thou art thoughts tomb twas voice wanderer weeping whilst wild wine woes words wouldst wretch youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 121 - Sweet maid, if thou wouldst charm my sight. And bid these arms thy neck infold; That rosy cheek, that lily hand. Would give thy poet more delight Than all Bocara's vaunted gold, Than all the gems of Samarcand.
Página 126 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me ; Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuff's out his vacant garments with his form ; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief.
Página iii - Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact.
Página 122 - Sabians, a famous temple,* whose superior sanctity was revered by all the Arabians; the linen or silken veil, which is annually renewed by the Turkish emperor, was first offered by a pious king of the Homerites, who reigned seven hundred years before the time of Mahomet.
Página 120 - Holla your name to the reverberate hills, And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out, Olivia ! O, you should not rest Between the elements of air and earth, But you should pity me.
Página 68 - With unblench'd visage scenes of darkest hue; Yet is he gentle, and his gracious mien Checks the extended claw, where blood has been ; For tiger, wolf, and panther gather round The maniac as their king, and lick the ground; Fox and hyena fierce their snarling cease; Lion and fawn familiar meet in peace; Vulture and soaring eagle, on the wing, Around his place of rest their shadows fling; Like...
Página 104 - In summer all is bright and gay; In autumn verdure fades away, The trees assume a sickly hue, Unnourish'd by the fragrant dew; The genial sap, through numerous rills, From root and branch and leaf distils ; But, drying in the chilly air, The groves become despoil'd and bare; Sapless, the garden's flowery pride The winds disperse on every side, And all that sight and smell delighted Is by the ruthless season blighted. So Laili's summer hours have pass'd ; And now she feels the autumnal blast; Her...
Página 49 - tis a crime to spill A gazelle's blood — it bodeth ill; Then set the pleading captive free; For sweet is life and liberty. That heart must be as marble hard, And merciless as wolf or pard, Which clouds in death that large black eye, Beaming like Laili's, lovingly. The cruel stroke, my friend, withhold; Its neck deserves a string of gold. Observe its slender limbs, the grace And winning meekness of its face. The musk-pod is its fatal dower, Like beauty, still the prey of power; And for that fragrant...
Página 122 - ... or exercise any witchcraft, enchantment, charm, or sorcery, whereby any person shall be killed, destroyed, wasted, consumed, pined, or lamed in his or her body, or any part thereof...
Página 112 - The wailings of unmitigated woe; But the same frenzy which had fired his mind Strangely to leave his Laili's grave behind Now drove him back, and with augmented grief, All sighs and tears, and hopeless of relief, He flings himself upon the tomb again, As if he there for ever would remain, Fatally mingled with the dust beneath, The young, the pure, the beautiful in death. Closely he strain'd the marble to his breast, A thousand kisses eagerly impress'd, And knock'd his forehead in such desperate mood,...