 ... I feel burning through my bones. Were I not left in solitude, and could I not quench the fire of my passion with tears, my heart would melt. But I do not complain ; though all my fears are on thy account, O thou perfect full moon ! O daughter of Malik...  Antar: A Bedoueen Romance - Pagina 46door Terrick Hamilton - 1819 - 298 pagina’sVolledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | William Alexander Clouston - 1881 - 564 pagina’s
...account, O thou perfect full moon ! O daughter of Malik ! how can I be consoled, since my love for thee originated from the time I was weaned? But how can...thrusts of my spear, and the blows of my sword, I will expose myself to every peril wherever the spears clash in the battle-dust — then shall I be either... | |
 | William Alexander Clouston - 1881 - 566 pagina’s
...daughter of Malik ! how can I be consoled, since my love for thee originated from the time I was weaned ? By the truth of my love for thee, my heart can never be cured but by patience. 0 thou noble maid ! till I exalt myself to the heights of glory with the thrusts of my spear, and the... | |
 | Richard Garnett, Léon Vallée, Alois Brandl - 1899 - 434 pagina’s
...account, O thou perfect full moon ! O daughter of Malik ! how can I be consoled, since my love for thee originated from the time I was weaned ? But how can...thrusts of my spear and the blows of my sword, I will expose myself to every peril wherever the spears clash in the battle dust — then shall I be either... | |
 | Richard Garnett - 1899 - 432 pagina’s
...account, O thou perfect full moon ! O daughter of Malik ! how can I be consoled, since my love for thee originated from the time I was weaned ? But how can...thrusts of my spear and the blows of my sword, I will expose myself to every peril wherever the spears clash in the battle dust — then shall I be either... | |
 | Richard Garnett, Léon Vallée, Alois Brandl - 1899 - 438 pagina’s
...account, O thou perfect full moon ! O daughter of Malik ! how can I be consoled, since my love for thee originated from the time I was weaned ? But how can...thee, my heart can never be cured but by patience. 0 thou noble maid ! till I exalt myself to the heights of glory with the thrusts of my spear and the... | |
 | Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - 1903 - 104 pagina’s
...since my love for thee originated from the time I was weaned? How can I hope to approach thee while the lions of the forest guard thy tent? By the truth...thrusts of my spear and the blows of my sword, I will expose myself to every peril whenever the spears clash in the battle dust. Then shall I either be tossed... | |
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