Specimens of Arabian Poetry: From the Earliest Time to the Extinction of the Khaliphat, with Some Account of the AuthorsJ. Burges, 1796 - 180 páginas |
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Página 3 - ... these are directed by their Lord, and they shall prosper. As for the unbelievers, it will be equal to them whether thou admonish them, or do not admonish them; they will not believe. God hath sealed up their hearts and their hearing; a dimness covereth their sight, and they shall suffer a grievous punishment.
Página 167 - I NEVER knew a sprightly fair That was not dear to me; And freely I my heart could share With every one I see. It is not this or that alone On whom my choice would fall: I do not more incline to one Than I incline to all. The circle's bounding line are they; Its centre is my heart; My ready love, the equal ray That flows to every part.
Página 6 - A never-failing stream, hath drench'd thy head ? How oft, the summer cloud in copious showers, Or gentle drops, its genial influence shed ? How oft, since then, the hovering mist of morn Hath...
Página 145 - NO, Abla, no — when Selim tells Of many an unknown grace that dwells In Abla's face and mien ; When he describes the sense refined That lights thine eye, and fills thy mind, By thee alone unseen, — Tis not that, drunk with Love, he sees Ideal charms which only please Through Passion's partial veil ; 'Tis not that Flattery's glozing tongue Hath basely framed an idle song, But Truth that breathed the tale.
Página 26 - Thou heard'st their frantic females throw These galling taunts around : " Make now your choice, — the terms we give, " Desponding victims, hear ; " These fetters on your hands receive, " Or in your hearts the spear...
Página 80 - When born, in tears we saw thee drown'd, While thine assembled friends around, With smiles their joy confest ; So live, that at thy parting hour, They may the flood of sorrow pour. And thou in smiles be drest.
Página 91 - Mortal joys, however pure, Soon their turbid source betray; Mortal bliss, however sure, Soon must totter and decay. Ye who now, with footsteps keen, Range through hope's delusive field, Tell us what the smiling scene To your ardent grasp can yield ? Other youths have oft before Deemed their joys would never fade, Till themselves were seen no more Swept into oblivion's shade.
Página 170 - With love the goblet flows." " And cursed is he," the youth replied, " Who hatred only knows ! " "Those cups too soon, with sickness fraught, Thy stomach shall deplore." "Then soon," he cried, "the noxious draught And all its ills are o'er.
Página 153 - tis past : the changing day Has snatched my high-built hopes away, And bade this wish my labours close, — Give me not riches, but repose. Tis he ! that mien my friend declares, That stature, like the lance he bears ; I see that breast which ne'er contained A thought by fear or folly stained, Whose powers can every change obey, In business grave, in trifles gay, And formed each varying taste to please, Can mingle dignity with ease. What...