The Howadji in SyriaHarper & Brothers, Publishers, 1852 - 8 sider |
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75 cents Arabian Arabs Armenian Artoosh Baalbec bazaar beautiful Bedoueen blue cafés Cairo camels caravan chibouque Christian church Commander court Damascus dark Dead Sea desert desolation dome donkey door dream East Eastern Egypt ELIAS LOOMIS eyes faith fancy feel flashing flowers forever gardens gate genius Golden Sleeve grace green heart hills holy horizon horses Howadji hushed imagination JACOB ABBOTT Jerusalem Khadra land landscape Lebanon Leisurlie look luxury MacWhirter marble Mecca melancholy minarets mind Mohammad Alee morning mosque Mount Mount of Olives mountains Muezzin musing Muslin Nazareth night odor olive oriental Pacha Palestine palms passed paused picturesque pilgrims plain poet Pomegranate Prophet remember rode romance Rome rose sand Saracens shadow Shekh sherbet Shiraz silence singing smile smoke splendor suddenly sweet Syrian Täib temple tent thought tomb trees twilight vague valley vols walls warm wind wonder
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Side 211 - 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.
Side 9 - For us the winds do blow, The earth doth rest, heaven move, and fountains flow. Nothing we see but means our good, As our delight, or as our treasure ; The whole is either our cupboard of food, Or cabinet of pleasure.
Side 181 - 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.
Side 159 - Tell ye the daughter of Sion, Behold, thy King cometh unto thee, meek, and sitting upon an ass, and a colt the foal of an ass.
Side 251 - 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!
Side 264 - 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.
Side 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...
Side 153 - For this is he that was spoken of by the prophet Esaias, saying, The voice of one crying in the wilderness, Prepare ye the way of the Lord) make his paths straight.