Karah Kaplan; or, The Koordish chief


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第 199 頁 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
第 242 頁 - 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
第 149 頁 - Then each at once his falchion drew. Each on the ground his scabbard threw, Each looked to sun and stream and plain As what they ne'er might see again ; Then foot and point and eye opposed, In dubious strife they darkly closed.
第 226 頁 - The last — the sole — the dearest link Between me and the eternal brink, Which bound me to my failing race, Was broken in this fatal place.
第 32 頁 - Glittering in golden coats, like images ; As full of spirit as the month of May, And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer ; Wanton as youthful goats, wild as young bulls.
第 137 頁 - Sea fruits, that tempt the eye, But turn to ashes on the lips ! His country's curse, his children's shame, Outcast of virtue, peace, and fame...
第 132 頁 - A vein had burst, and her sweet lips' pure dyes Were dabbled with the deep blood which ran o'er, And her head drooped as when the lily lies O'ercharged with rain: her summoned handmaids bore Their lady to her couch with gushing eyes ; Of herbs and cordials they produced their store : But she defied all means they could employ, Like one life could not hold nor death destroy.
第 137 頁 - Oh for a tongue to curse the slave, Whose treason, like a deadly blight, Comes o'er the councils of the brave, And blasts them in their hour of might ! May Life's unblessed cup for him Be drugg'd with treacheries to the brim...
第 99 頁 - Can join these scattered gems in one : For they're a wreath of pearls, and I The silken cord on which they lie. Tis mine their inmost souls to see . Unlocked is every heart to me ; To me they cling, on me they rest, And I've a place in every breast : For they're a wreath of pearls, and 1 The silken cord on which they lie.
第 272 頁 - On the desert .... in the grey of the morning, we gave chase to two wild asses, which had so much the speed of our horses, that when they had got at some distance, they stood still and looked behind at us, snorting with their noses in the air, as if in contempt of our endeavours to catch them. The Persians sometimes succeed in killing them, but not without great dexterity and knowledge of their haunts.