Nile Notes of a HowadjiHarper & brothers, 1856 - 320 страница |
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... moonlight . The brilliant bustle recedes behind those trees . A few Cairenes pass by unnoticing , but we are in desert depths . For us all the caravans of all Arabian ro- mance are there encamping . The Howadji reached at length the ...
... moonlight . The brilliant bustle recedes behind those trees . A few Cairenes pass by unnoticing , but we are in desert depths . For us all the caravans of all Arabian ro- mance are there encamping . The Howadji reached at length the ...
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... moonlight . They move invisi- ble over the face of the waters , and evoke another creation . Columbus sailed out of the Mediterranean to a new world . We have sailed into it , to a new one . The South seduces now , as the West of old ...
... moonlight . They move invisi- ble over the face of the waters , and evoke another creation . Columbus sailed out of the Mediterranean to a new world . We have sailed into it , to a new one . The South seduces now , as the West of old ...
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... moonlight and danced in the centre of the cir cle , like a gay ghoul among his fellows . The dancing was monotonous , like the singing , a simple jerking of the muscles . He shook his arms . from the elbows like a Shaker , and raised ...
... moonlight and danced in the centre of the cir cle , like a gay ghoul among his fellows . The dancing was monotonous , like the singing , a simple jerking of the muscles . He shook his arms . from the elbows like a Shaker , and raised ...
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... that music , but the Howadji , swaying upon his back is tranced in the sound , so naturally born of si lence . Meanwhile our crew are singing , although we have slid upon their music and the moonlight , far 2 * THE IBIS SINGS . 33.
... that music , but the Howadji , swaying upon his back is tranced in the sound , so naturally born of si lence . Meanwhile our crew are singing , although we have slid upon their music and the moonlight , far 2 * THE IBIS SINGS . 33.
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George William Curtis. have slid upon their music and the moonlight , far forward into the desert . But these are the forms and feelings that their singing suggested . While they sang I wandered over Sahara , and was lost in the lonely ...
George William Curtis. have slid upon their music and the moonlight , far forward into the desert . But these are the forms and feelings that their singing suggested . While they sang I wandered over Sahara , and was lost in the lonely ...
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