Poems of Places |
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Author:
| Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth |
ISBN: | 978-0-217-02929-2 |
Publication Date: | Feb 2012 |
Publisher: | General Books LLC
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Book Format: | Paperback |
List Price: | AUD $15.15 |
Book Description:
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: 0, let me safely to the fair return; Say, with a kiss, she must not, shall not mourn; 0, let me teach my heart to lose its fears, Itecallcd by Wisdom's voice, and Zara's tears. He said, and called on heaven to bless the day, When back to Schiraz' walls he bent his way. William Collins. Gheber's Cliff....
More DescriptionPurchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: 0, let me safely to the fair return; Say, with a kiss, she must not, shall not mourn; 0, let me teach my heart to lose its fears, Itecallcd by Wisdom's voice, and Zara's tears. He said, and called on heaven to bless the day, When back to Schiraz' walls he bent his way. William Collins. Gheber's Cliff. GHEDER'S CLIFF. THERE stood?but one short league away From old Harmezia's sultry bay? A rocky mountain, o'er the Sea Of Oman beetling awfully; A last and solitary link Of those stupendous chains that reach From the broad Caspian's reedy brink Down winding to the Green Sea beach. Around its base the bare rocks stood, Like naked giants, in the flood, f. As if to guard thp Gulf across; While on its peak, that braved the sky, A ruined temple towered, so high That oft the sleeping albatross Struck the wild ruins with her wing, And from her cloud-rocked slumbering Started ? to find man's dwelling there In her own silent fields of air . Beneath, terrific caverns gave Dark welcome to each stormy wave That dashed like midnight revellers in, ? And such the strange, mysterious din At times throughout those caverns rolled, And such the fearful wonders told Of restless sprites imprisoned there, That bold were Moslem, who would dare, At twilight hour, to steer his skiff Beneath the Ghebcr's lonely cliff. Thomas Moore. Ispahan. THE PERSIAN PEASANT. IN Erivan Once on a time there lived a poor, plain man; A little garden was his sole possession, To tend it was his only occupation. A tree that stood upon his ground Bore fruit well known and everywhere renowned, So red and rich and round, Such sunny radiance beaming, With such balsamic juices teeming, The very smell Were quite enough to make a sick man well. By all means, said a neighbor, take, g...