Vane's Story; Weddah and Om-El-Bonain, and Other Poems

Vane's Story; Weddah and Om-El-Bonain, and Other Poems

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1881 edition. Excerpt: ...Walid whirled with his great passion's storm, Befooled with joy, went doting down his hell: Oh, tame and meek, my skittish wild gazelle! XXX. Thus these, sings Hassan, of their love's full measure Drank swiftly in that circle of swift fire; A veil of light and ardour to their pleasure Till it revealed their ashes on one pyre: Some never win, some spend in youth this treasure, And crawl down sad age starvelings of desire: These lavished royal wealth in one brief season, But Death found both so rich he gave them reason. PART IV. I. The tender almond-blossom flushed and white Sank floating in warm flakes through lucid air; The rose flung forth into the sea of light Her heart of fire and incense burning bare; The nightingale thrilled all the breathless night With passion so intense it seemed despair: And still these lovers drank love's perfect wine From that gold urn of secrecy divine. II. Then Fate prepared the end. A grey old man, Bowed down with grief who had not bent with time, Made way to Walid in the full divan: His son, great-hearted and in youth's hot prime, Was now a fugitive and under ban For an indignant deed of sinless crime; A noble heirloom pearl the suppliant brought To clear the clouded face ere he besought. III. This pearl in Walid's mood of golden joy Shone fair as morning star in rosy dawn; He called his minion, Motar: Take this toy Unto your Lady where she sits withdrawn, With my love-greeting, and this message, boy: Were this a string of such, a monarch's pawn, A pearl for every note, it would not pay That song I heard you singing yesterday. IV. They had been leaning for an hour perchance, Motionless, gazing in each other's eyes; Floating in deep pure joy, whose still expanse Rippled but rarely with long satiate sighs; Their...show more

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  • Paperback | 36 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 82g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236494407
  • 9781236494405