A Nile novel, by George Fleming, المجلد 2 |
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
Aboo Simbel Aden afternoon Alice Alston answer Arthur asked Assuan bank beautiful Bell Blake boat Cairo camel Cleopatra colour curious dahabeah dark dead dear deck Desert door dragoman dream Egypt eyes face farther feel fellow Ferris's Flossy Fred friends George Ferris Gerty ghawazee girl good-bye gray hand happy head hear heard Heliopolis hesitated howadji Jove KISMET knew laughed leaned light listened lived Livingston looked marry Meredith Miss Campbell Miss Hamlyn morning never night Nile Nubian once Osiride pale palms papa passed passion pause Princess recollection remember river round rowlocks sand Second Cataract seemed shadoof shadow shining shore silence sitting slowly smile sorry sound speak spoke ston stood stopped story talking tell temple Thebes thing thought told Tom Campbell trees turned twilight Tyrol vague voice waiting walked wind woman words
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الصفحة 120 - Those thou never more may'st see, Then thy heart will softly tremble With a pulse yet true to me. All my faults perchance thou knowest, All my madness none can know ; All my hopes, where'er thou goest, Wither, yet with thee they go. Every feeling hath been shaken ; Pride, which not a world could bow. Bows to thee — by thee forsaken, Even my soul forsakes me now...
الصفحة 197 - For the living know that they shall die: but the dead know not any thing, neither have they any more a reward ; for the memory of them is forgotten. Also their love, and their hatred, and their envy, is now perished ; neither have they any more a portion for ever in any thing that is done under the sun.
الصفحة 162 - Dancing divinely, perchance, or, over her soft harp strings, Using the past to give pathos to the little new song that she sings. Bitter ? I dare not be bitter in the few last hours left to live. Needing so much forgiveness, God grant me at least to forgive. There can be no space for the ghost of her face down in the narrow room, And the mole is blind, and the worm is mute, and there must be rest in the tomb. And just one failure...
الصفحة 21 - The cloud shadows of midnight possess their own repose, For the weary winds are silent, or the moon is in the deep : Some respite to its turbulence unresting ocean knows; Whatever moves, or toils, or grieves, hath its appointed sleep. Thou in the grave shalt...
الصفحة 15 - Let us swear an oath, and keep it with an equal mind, In the hollow Lotos-land to live and lie reclined On the hills like Gods together, careless of mankind.
الصفحة 159 - ... life that was lie down and lie. There glowing ghosts of flowers Draw down, draw nigh ; And wings of swift spent hours Take flight and fly ; She sees by formless gleams, She hears across cold streams, Dead mouths of many dreams that sing and sigh. Face fallen and white throat lifted, With sleepless eye She sees old loves that drifted, She knew not why, Old loves and faded fears Float down a stream that hears The flowing of all men's tears beneath the sky.
الصفحة 104 - ... seemed spilled upon the sand. At their- feet the river ran in long silvery curves, winding in and out between the islands ; the sky was of pale blue at the horizon, rose red above. The sleepy wind, grown cooler as the long slow shadows crept farther across the plain, blew from out the Desert like the breath of the coming night. An unutterable stillness and peace brooded over the wide empty landscape, hushing, charming away the heat and effort of the day. And in the midst of this great silence,...
الصفحة 177 - ... like indeed. But the sea stands spread As one wall with the flat skies, Where the lean black craft like flies Seem well-nigh stagnated, Soon to drop off dead. Seemed it so to us When I was thine and thou wast mine. And all these things were thus, But all our world in us? Could we be so now...
الصفحة 41 - Don't love me because you are sorry for what I may have suffered once. What I have been telling you belongs to the past ; it is dead, gone — gone for ever. Those years have gone, and my youth has gone ; I've lived like other men since then. Heaven knows it has not been a life to boast of. Bell...
الصفحة 246 - Ferris ; he was resting his elbow on the table and his head on his hand. The ghawazee looked at him curiously for a moment, and then the ring on his finger — the ring Bell had given him — caught her eye. ' Buono,