Hassan: The Story of Hassan of Bagdad and how He Came to Make the Golden Journey to Samarkand : a Play in Five Acts, المجلد 922William Heinemann, 1922 - 182 من الصفحات |
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عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
1ST GUARD 2ND GUARD ABDU ALDER Allah arms balcony Basra beautiful blood Bokhara broken lute CALIPH Thou CAPTAIN OF MILITARY CARAVAN carpet CHIEF OF POLICE coffin Confectioner dare dawn death DERVISH dinars Divan door Dost thou dreams eunuch eyes Eywallah feet fling flowers fool forget FOUNTAIN GHOST garden GHOST OF PERVANEH GHOST OF RAFI gold Golden Road guests hands Haroun HASSAN Oh HASSAN SELIM HASSAN YASMIN head hear heart HERALD honour hour ISHAK Islam JAFAR JUNIPER King KING OF BEGGARS lady lover Mashallah MASRUR Master moon Mosul night palace pavilion Peacock philtre poet pray prisoners prostration RAFI PERVANEH Road to Samarkand robes rose round sacks and sacks Salaam Salaam aleikum shame sing slave SOLDIERS song soul street sweets sword talk TAMARISK tell thee thou art thou didst Thou hast to-night unveiled veil Vizier voice wall WILLOW wind woman
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 181 - We are the Pilgrims, master; we shall go Always a little further : it may be Beyond that last blue mountain barred with snow, Across that angry or that glimmering sea...
الصفحة 180 - CHIEF DRAPER Have we not Indian carpets dark as wine, Turbans and sashes, gowns and bows and veils, And broideries of intricate design, And printed hangings in enormous bales : THE CHIEF GROCER We have rose-candy, we have spikenard, Mastic and terebinth and oil and spice, And such sweet jams meticulously jarred As God's own Prophet eats in Paradise.
الصفحة 182 - We travel not for trafficking alone : By hotter winds our fiery hearts are fanned: For lust of knowing what should not be known We make the golden journey to Samarkand.
الصفحة 182 - The Watchman Ho, travellers, I open. For what land Leave you the dim-moon city of delight? The Merchants (with a shout) We make the Golden Journey to Samarkand [The Caravan passes through the gate] The Watchman (consoling the women) What would ye, ladies? It was ever thus. Men are unwise and curiously planned. A Woman They have their dreams, and do not think of us.
الصفحة 15 - A whiter light, a deeper gold, a glory too far shed, Yasmin. But when the deep red eye of day is level with the lone highway, And some to Meccah turn to pray, and I toward thy bed, Yasmin; Or when the wind beneath the moon is drifting like a soul aswoon, And harping planets talk love's tune with milky wings outspread, Yasmin, Shower down thy love, O burning bright! For one night or the other night Will come the Gardener in white, and gathered flowers are dead, Yasmin.
الصفحة 85 - ... know your true origin. For how should a confectioner acquire the art of verse. Wherefore should a confectioner decorate his wall with a Bokhara carpet. In gems and miniatures and broidered silks I tested you at the Palace and you were surely a connoisseur.
الصفحة 181 - Why men were born: but surely we are brave, Who make the Golden Journey to Samarkand. The Chief Merchant We gnaw the nail of hurry. Master, away! One of the Women O turn your eyes to where your children stand. Is not Bagdad the beautiful? O stay!
الصفحة 77 - ... dawn ; The hour the lilies open on the lawn, The hour the grey wings pass beyond the mountains, The hour of silence, when we hear the fountains, The hour that dreams are brighter and winds colder, The hour that young love wakes on a white shoulder, O Master of the world, the Persian Dawn.
الصفحة 180 - And broideries of intricate design, And printed hangings in enormous bales ? THE CHIEF GROCER We have rose-candy, we have spikenard, Mastic and terebinth and oil and spice, And such sweet jams meticulously jarred As God's own Prophet eats in Paradise. THE PRINCIPAL JEWS And we have manuscripts in peacock styles By Ali of Damascus ; we have swords Engraved with storks and apes and crocodiles, And heavy beaten necklaces, for Lords. THE MASTER OF THE CARAVAN But you are nothing but a lot of Jews. THE...
الصفحة 104 - WE are they who come faster than fate: we are they who ride early or late: We storm at your ivory gate: Pale Kings of the Sunset beware ! Not on silk nor in samet we lie, not in curtained solemnity die Among women who chatter and cry and children who mumble a prayer. But we sleep by the ropes of the camp, and we rise with a shout and we tramp With the sun or the moon for a lamp, and the spray of the wind in our hair. From the lands where the elephants are to the forts of Merou and Balghar, Our steel...