 Darkness obscures the land — do thou rise in my absence ; and the brilliant moon calls out to her : Come forth ! — for thy face is like me when I am at the full, and in all my glory...  Antar: A Bedoueen Romance - Pagina 122door Terrick Hamilton - 1819 - 298 pagina’sVolledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | 1819 - 792 pagina’s
...her. Come forth, for thy face is like me when I am at the full, and in all my glory ! The Tamarisk trees complain of her in the morn and the eve, and...sword from the glances of her eyelashes, sharp and penetrating as the blade of her forefathers, and with it her eyes commit murder, though it be sheathed... | |
 | 1819 - 782 pagina’s
...like me when I am at the full, and in all my glory ! The Tamarisk trees complain of her in the mom and the eve, and say. Away, thou waning beauty, thou...sword from the glances of her eyelashes, sharp and penetrating as the blade of her forefathers, and with it her eyes commit murder, though it be sheathed... | |
 | 1819 - 808 pagina’s
...her, Come forth, for thy face is like me when I am at the full, and in all my glory ! The Tamarisk trees complain of her in the morn and the eve, and say, Away, thou waning beauty, thou form of die laurel ! she turns away abashed, and throws aside her veil, and the roses are scattered from her... | |
 | 1819 - 614 pagina’s
...and in all my glory ! The Tamarisk trees complain of her in the mom and the eve, and say, Away mou, waning beauty, thou form of the laurel ! She turns away abashed and throws aside her vci), and the roses are scattered from her soft fresh cheeks. She draws her sword from the glances... | |
 | George Burrowes - 1853 - 542 pagina’s
...glory. The tamarisk-trees complain of her in the morning and in the evening, and cry: Away, thou waving beauty, thou form of the laurel. She turns away abashed, and throws aside her veil, and roses are scattered from her soft fresh cheek. She draws her sword from the glances of her eyelashes,... | |
 | John Kitto - 1867 - 476 pagina’s
...glory." The tamarisktrees complain of her in the morning and in the evening, and cry : " Away thou waving beauty, thou form of the laurel." She turns away abashed, and throws aside her veil, and roses are scattered from her soft fresh cheek. She draws her sword from the glances of her eyelashes,... | |
 | William Alexander Clouston - 1881 - 564 pagina’s
...Come forth ! — for thy face is like me when I am at the full, and in all my glory ! The tamarisk trees complain of her in the morn and the eve, and...sword from the glances of her eyelashes, sharp and penetrating as the blade of her forefathers, and with it her eyes commit murder, though it be sheathed:... | |
 | William Alexander Clouston - 1881 - 566 pagina’s
...out to her : Come forth ! — for thy face is like me when I am at the full, and in all my glory ! She turns away abashed, and throws aside her veil,...sword from the glances of her eyelashes, sharp and penetrating as the blade of her forefathers, and with it her eyes commit murder, though it be sheathed... | |
 | John Clark Ridpath - 1898 - 528 pagina’s
..." Come forth ; for thy face is like me when I am at the full, and in all my glory ! " The Tamarisk trees complain of her in the morn and the eve, and...her veil, and the roses are scattered from her soft fair cheeks. She draws her sword from the glances of her eyelashes, sharp and penetrating as the blade... | |
 | Norman Duncan - 1900 - 194 pagina’s
...me, when I am at the full and in all my glory." The tamarisk trees complain of her in the morn and in the eve, and say, "Away, thou waning beauty, thou...the roses are scattered from her soft fresh cheeks . . . Graceful in every limb ; slender her waist ; love beaming are her glances ; waving is her form... | |
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