The Howadji in SyriaA travel memoir of an author dazzled by the sights and people of Syria. He describes the beauty of the scenery and the good, noble qualities of the people. |
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Arabian Arabs Armenian arms beautiful Bedoueen blue called camels caravan cents Christian church Commander court Damascus dark desert door dream earth East Eastern entered eyes face fair faith feel figure flowers follow gardens gate genius going Golden grace green hand head heart hills hope horizon houses Howadji imagination Italy Jerusalem Khadra kind land landscape leave light looked luxury marble mind morning Mount mountains moved Muslin natural never night olive oriental Pacha passed Persian plain poet reached remember returned rich romance Rome rose sand seemed seen shadow side silence singing slowly smile smoke splendor stand stone story stream streets suddenly sweet Syrian tent thought tomb trees turned vague valley walls warm waved whole wild wind wonder young
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Page 303 - A Dictionary of Practical Medicine : Comprising General Pathology, the Nature and Treatment of Diseases, Morbid Structures, and the Disorders especially...
Page 242 - The lonely mountains o'er and the resounding shore a voice of weeping heard and loud lament ; from haunted spring and dale edged with poplar pale the parting Genius is with sighing sent; with flower-inwoven tresses torn the nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.
Page 209 - For, lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone; The flowers appear on the earth; The time of the singing of birds is come, And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land; The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, And the vines with the tender grape give a good smell, Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Page 247 - Ah! Then, if mine had been the Painter's hand, To express what then I saw, and add the gleam, The light that never was, on sea or land, The consecration, and the Poet's dream; I would have planted thee, thou hoary Pile Amid a world how different from this!
Page 179 - And the publican, standing afar off, would not lift up so much as his eyes unto heaven, but smote upon his breast, saying, God be merciful to me a sinner.
Page 61 - There the passions cramp'd no longer shall have scope and breathing space I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race. Iron-jointed, supple-sinew'd, they shall dive, and they shall run, Catch the wild goat by the hair, and hurl their lances in' the sun; Whistle back the parrot's call, and leap the rainbows of the brooks, Not with blinded eyesight poring over miserable books...
Page 260 - Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care. And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day. Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Page 62 - AND the Lord appeared unto him in the plains of Mamre: and he sat in the tent door in the heat of the day ; and he lift up his eyes and looked, and, lo, three men stood by him...