The Mussulman, Том 1H. Colburn and R. Bentley, 1830 |
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... planet . Yussuf was a handsomer boy , at least his fea- tures were more regular than Mourad's , but his beauty was in perpetual repose . There was no expression in his countenance , no ar- chery in his eye , no kiosk for revelry in his ...
... planet . Yussuf was a handsomer boy , at least his fea- tures were more regular than Mourad's , but his beauty was in perpetual repose . There was no expression in his countenance , no ar- chery in his eye , no kiosk for revelry in his ...
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... planet Beltha , which the infidels called Venus ; indeed , the Zabian physician , whose disciple it is my glory to have been , assured me , that the period of my birth corresponded with the ninth month , which is called Conum , and is ...
... planet Beltha , which the infidels called Venus ; indeed , the Zabian physician , whose disciple it is my glory to have been , assured me , that the period of my birth corresponded with the ninth month , which is called Conum , and is ...
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... in the street , I rushed into the house , and in an instant was standing in the presence of the adorable planet , whose countenance was to be the light of my soul . She was sitting in the corner of the 60 THE MUSSULMAN .
... in the street , I rushed into the house , and in an instant was standing in the presence of the adorable planet , whose countenance was to be the light of my soul . She was sitting in the corner of the 60 THE MUSSULMAN .
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... planet . Three days had not elapsed , ere I stumbled on the path of my soul's torment- the Imam's wife . I attempted to fly , but she placed herself before me : this time , she gave me the benefit of the glances of both her eyes , and ...
... planet . Three days had not elapsed , ere I stumbled on the path of my soul's torment- the Imam's wife . I attempted to fly , but she placed herself before me : this time , she gave me the benefit of the glances of both her eyes , and ...
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... planet . His figure must have once been commanding : —he was tall and well - proportioned , but the stoop of age , and the long white beard of sorrowful experience , ( for it never can be joyful , ) gave him a venerable mien , which was ...
... planet . His figure must have once been commanding : —he was tall and well - proportioned , but the stoop of age , and the long white beard of sorrowful experience , ( for it never can be joyful , ) gave him a venerable mien , which was ...
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Abou Rassed Achmet Allah Aniran Apostle astrologer bastinado beard beauty behold blessed bosom Bournarbashi Cadi called charms cheek chief Cook child cried curse Dardanelles Dervish divan divine door earth Effendi Emineh endeavoured exclaimed eyes face father favour fear fendi fingers fury gazed giam giaours Goddess Beltha gold goul Greek hakkim hand happy harem head heard heart honour hour houries howling husband Imam Imam's infidel Janissary Kafir Katourah khan knew Koran lady laugh lips look lord Mashallah Masr Michelaki mistress morning Moslem Mourad murder never night piastres pilau planet poor mother pray Prophet rayah replied sacred shriek slave smile soul Stamboul stars suffered Suleiman Suleimanieh Sultan sweet tears tell thought tion treasure trembled true believer Turkish Ulema veil vengeance village voice widow wife wives woman women words wretch young Yussuf Zabian Zuleika
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Сторінка 234 - O, that the slave had forty thousand lives ! One is too poor, too weak for my revenge. Now do I see 'tis true. Look here, lago ; All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven : 'Tis gone. Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell ! Yield up, O love, thy crown and hearted throne To tyrannous hate ! Swell, bosom, with thy fraught, For 'tis of aspics
Сторінка 248 - Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked or charitable, Thou com'st in such a questionable shape, That I will speak to thee; I'll call thee Hamlet, King, father, royal Dane; O, answer me!
Сторінка 248 - Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heaven, or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked or charitable, Thou com'st in such a questionable shape, That I will speak to thee.
Сторінка 2 - like the baseless fabric of a vision, and left not a wreck behind ;" so thoroughly had nine-tenths of them taken up their abode in the bread basket (vide Jon Bee) of the Man-Mountain ; the remaining tenth sufficed for the rest of the company, viz.
Сторінка 37 - Look here, upon this picture, and on this, The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury...
Сторінка 190 - The edge of the bower is filled with the light of Ahmed ; among the plants the fortunate tulips represent his companions.
Сторінка 31 - The intensity of sorrow at length subsided into a calm and listless melancholy, which one better acquainted with human nature than Suleiman might have looked upon as a lasting and irremediable disorder. It was not his desire to have pushed affliction to such an extremity in depriving her of her infant; his object was, after a few days anxiety, to be considered the instrument of her happiness, by restoring the lost child to her bosom, and causing her to believe he had rescued the little innocent from...
Сторінка 283 - Effendi throw a sunbul in your path, you must not stoop to pick it up, nor tell your slave to do so,—that would be unworthy of a virtuous wife ; but slaves will pick up flowers, and Jews will deliver impertinent messages, and bath-women will convey insolent love-letters of cloves and charcoal, and a woman of discretion ought never to be accused of receiving any present or communication of the sort. 10th. Make your breast the sole depository of your own...
Сторінка 104 - Mislike me not for my complexion, The shadow'd livery of the burning Sun, To whom I am a neighbour, and near bred. Bring me the fairest creature northward born, Where Phoebus...
Сторінка 62 - Sirah; that it is finer than a hair, and sharper than a sword; and that the good shall pass over it in safety, but the bad shall be hurled into hell.