 | Elias John Wilkinson Gibb - 1882 - Страниц: 348
...repose. O how I th;rk trpon thy box-tree fo7m in sorrow's night so d7ear! My story wo-_:ld Mejnor.'s and Ferhad's tales from mind make disappear. My groans...and sighs and wails thus high do I unto the Heavens nprear. By reason of the sparks my sighings raise that steely bowl, the Sphere, Revolves each night,... | |
 | Richard Garnett, Léon Vallée, Alois Brandl - 1899 - Страниц: 430
...soul repose. O how I think upon thy box tree form in sorrow's night so drear ! My story would Mejnun's and Ferhad's tales from mind make disappear. My groans...heart's blood is all that hath been gained by me: My tears, an ocean vast; my lashes, coral branches, 0 Baqi ! The mem'ry, 'tis of thy palm-form that... | |
 | Richard Garnett, Léon Vallée, Alois Brandl - 1899 - Страниц: 446
...soul repose. 0 how I think upon thy box tree form in sorrow's night so drear ! My story would Mejnun's and Ferhad's tales from mind make disappear. My groans...free ; When flow thy tears recall not thou to mind, 0 LEYLA, 'Oman's Sea. Beneath thy shade my own heart's blood is all that hath been gained by me: My... | |
 | Elias John Wilkinson Gibb - 1901 - Страниц: 384
...soul repose. O how I think upon thy box-tree form in sorrow's night so drear! My story would Mejnzm's and Ferhad's tales from mind make disappear. My groans...and wails thus high do I unto the Heavens uprear, By reason of the sparks my sighings raise that steely bowl, the Sphere, Revolves each night, my gold-enameled... | |
 | 1901 - Страниц: 406
...soul repose. O how I think upon thy box-tree form in sorrow's night so drear! My story would Mejnwn's and Ferhad's tales from mind make disappear. My groans...and wails thus high do I unto the Heavens uprear, By reason of the sparks my sighings raise that steely bowl, the Sphere, Revolves each night, my gold-enameled... | |
 | 1901 - Страниц: 502
...box-tree form in sorrow's night so drear ! My story would Mejnun's and Ferhad's tales from mind make My groans and sighs and wails thus high do I unto the Heavens uprear, By reason of the sparks my sighings raise that steely bowl, the Sphere, Revolves each night, my gold-enamelled... | |
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... thou dost see, O but for once compassion show: Through gazing on the rose and bower, my heart repose shall never know, The ward where doth my loved one dwell alone can yield my soul repose. O how I think upon thy box tree form in sorrow's night so... 