Nile Notes of a HowadjiHarper & brothers, 1856 - 320 страница |
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... flower ? " " A flower is good to smell , " said the philosopher . " And I am good to smell it , " said the poet . 4229 1 A foutra for the world and worldlings base ,
... flower ? " " A flower is good to smell , " said the philosopher . " And I am good to smell it , " said the poet . 4229 1 A foutra for the world and worldlings base ,
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... flowers of the henna , " causing Muslim maidens to tingle to their very nails ' ends ; or , indeed , these pedler poets , vending water - melons , sang , " Con- soler of the embarrassed , O Pips . " Were they not poets , these pedlers ...
... flowers of the henna , " causing Muslim maidens to tingle to their very nails ' ends ; or , indeed , these pedler poets , vending water - melons , sang , " Con- soler of the embarrassed , O Pips . " Were they not poets , these pedlers ...
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... flowers , through long valleys and up steep hillsides , we emerged at length upon the path which we ought never to have left , and the good commander lighting his chibouque with the air of a general lighting his cigar after victory ...
... flowers , through long valleys and up steep hillsides , we emerged at length upon the path which we ought never to have left , and the good commander lighting his chibouque with the air of a general lighting his cigar after victory ...
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... flower - fringed Euphrates flows through Bagdad to the sea . The fair Armenian had her thoughts and the camel - driver his ; also the accompanying Howadji listened and had theirs . The The Syrian songs of the desert are very sad . They ...
... flower - fringed Euphrates flows through Bagdad to the sea . The fair Armenian had her thoughts and the camel - driver his ; also the accompanying Howadji listened and had theirs . The The Syrian songs of the desert are very sad . They ...
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... soothly saying , this dahabieh of ours , hath no flower semblance , and is rather fat than fairy . The zealous have even called their craft Papyrus , but poverty has no law . V. THE CREW . WE are not quite off yet 36 NILE NOTES .
... soothly saying , this dahabieh of ours , hath no flower semblance , and is rather fat than fairy . The zealous have even called their craft Papyrus , but poverty has no law . V. THE CREW . WE are not quite off yet 36 NILE NOTES .
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