The Mussulman, Том 1H. Colburn and R. Bentley, 1830 |
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... thoughts . I dreamt , Achmet , she was even in my harem . " " Did you dream , " said the secretary , fid- dling with his beads , " how she got there ? " " I did , " replied Suleiman , fixing his eye on Achmet ; " I dreamt that you found ...
... thoughts . I dreamt , Achmet , she was even in my harem . " " Did you dream , " said the secretary , fid- dling with his beads , " how she got there ? " " I did , " replied Suleiman , fixing his eye on Achmet ; " I dreamt that you found ...
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... on the subject of early edu- cation ; she thought " the ingenuous youth of nations " could never be flogged too often , or too well . She armed herself with one of her husband's pipe sticks , a supple cherry , and having THE MUSSULMAN . 41.
... on the subject of early edu- cation ; she thought " the ingenuous youth of nations " could never be flogged too often , or too well . She armed herself with one of her husband's pipe sticks , a supple cherry , and having THE MUSSULMAN . 41.
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... thought either event better than the calamity of living with the knowledge of the desolation of his house , the unfortunate end of his distracted wife , and the subverted faith of his poor boy . Suleiman and his trusty agent were better ...
... thought either event better than the calamity of living with the knowledge of the desolation of his house , the unfortunate end of his distracted wife , and the subverted faith of his poor boy . Suleiman and his trusty agent were better ...
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... thought , " said he , " you promised to laugh no more at my mustachios ; to talk to me no more of that celestial knowledge , which availed you so little when the Ulema sent you to the bagnio . " " True , my friend , " replied the ...
... thought , " said he , " you promised to laugh no more at my mustachios ; to talk to me no more of that celestial knowledge , which availed you so little when the Ulema sent you to the bagnio . " " True , my friend , " replied the ...
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... thought she elevated a corner of her veil as I passed by , she therefore wished to make my ac- quaintance . I followed her at a respectful distance till she entered a Jew's shop , which , of course , you are aware , is the ordinary ...
... thought she elevated a corner of her veil as I passed by , she therefore wished to make my ac- quaintance . I followed her at a respectful distance till she entered a Jew's shop , which , of course , you are aware , is the ordinary ...
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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.
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