Nile Notes of a HowadjiHarper & brothers, 1856 - 320 страница |
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... which the composers are the poets to western imaginations . In the East , you feel and see music , but hear it never . Yet in Cairo and Damascus the poets sit at the cafés , surrounded by the forms and colors of their 32 NILE NOTES .
... which the composers are the poets to western imaginations . In the East , you feel and see music , but hear it never . Yet in Cairo and Damascus the poets sit at the cafés , surrounded by the forms and colors of their 32 NILE NOTES .
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... feel yourself a recreant Christian . Once I heard the muezzin cry from a little village on the edge of the desert , in the starlight , before the dawn . It was only a wailing voice in the air . The spirits of the desert were addressed ...
... feel yourself a recreant Christian . Once I heard the muezzin cry from a little village on the edge of the desert , in the starlight , before the dawn . It was only a wailing voice in the air . The spirits of the desert were addressed ...
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... feel that the two powers must measure their might at last , and go forward to the cataract with the feeling of one who shall behold terrible battles . Yet the day , mindful only of beauty , lavishes all its light upon the mighty foes ...
... feel that the two powers must measure their might at last , and go forward to the cataract with the feeling of one who shall behold terrible battles . Yet the day , mindful only of beauty , lavishes all its light upon the mighty foes ...
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... and shadows more shaded , than in our better balanced West . Believe that you more truly feel the pictur- esqueness of that turban , and that garb moving us . along the shore , because Verde Giovane's " VERDE PIU GIOVANE . 83.
... and shadows more shaded , than in our better balanced West . Believe that you more truly feel the pictur- esqueness of that turban , and that garb moving us . along the shore , because Verde Giovane's " VERDE PIU GIOVANE . 83.
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... feel that , after all , I might be the Prince of Persia . Yet it was strange how the scene separated itself from the actors . They were essential as picturesque objects , but slovenly , ugly , and repugnant , as fellow- men . The East ...
... feel that , after all , I might be the Prince of Persia . Yet it was strange how the scene separated itself from the actors . They were essential as picturesque objects , but slovenly , ugly , and repugnant , as fellow- men . The East ...
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