The governess in Egypt. Harem life in Egypt and Constantinople, Volume 1R. Bentley, 1865 |
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Abode of Bliss afterwards Alexandria amused Anina apartment Arab attired Baksheesh beautiful Cairo carpet carriage Castle of Indolence ceiling chairs chamber cigarettes Circassian coffee coloured Constantinople covered crescent crimson cushions Dafay diamond divan doors dressed Egypt Egyptian elegant English enter the Harem exclaimed eyes favourite floor gardens German gilded gilt glass gold Grand Eunuch Grand Pacha Ibrahim H. H. Ismael Pacha H. H. the Grand H. H. the Princess H. H. the Viceroy hall hand handkerchief handsome hangings Harem head head-nurse Highness's Highnesses the Princesses hung Ibrahim Pacha Ikbals inlaid linen little Prince lovely Mahomet Malesch manner marble muslin never Nile numerous nurse ormolu Ottoman Palace passed pavilion pieces placed Princess Epouse proceeded Reschid round salaamed saloon Sarata satin Schiedam seated Shaytan silk silver singular slaves soon stones three wives tion took tray Turkish Turks Viceregal family Viceroy's walked whole wore yacht
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Page 172 - ... ambition's voice commands, To march, and fight, and fall in foreign lands. I hate that drum's discordant sound, Parading round, and round, and round : To me it talks of ravaged plains, And burning towns, and ruin'd swains, And mangled limbs, and dying groans, And widows' tears, and orphans' moans, And all that misery's hand bestows, To fill the catalogue of human woes.
Page 189 - But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Page 16 - Could never equal, nor come nigh. For women first were made for men, Not men for them. — It follows, then, That men have right to every one, And they no freedom of their own ; And therefore men have power to choose, But they no charter to refuse.
Page 106 - What elegance and grandeur wide expand, The pride of Turkey and of Persia land ? Soft quilts on quilts, on carpets carpets spread, And couches stretch'd around in seemly band ; And endless pillows rise to prop the head ; So that each spacious room was one full-swelling bed.
Page 97 - The garden like a lady fair was cut, That lay as if she slumbered in delight, And to the open skies her eyes did shut. The azure fields of Heaven were 'sembled right In a large round set with the flowers of light. The flowers de luce and the round sparks of dew That hung upon their azure leaves did shew Like twinkling stars that sparkle in the evening blue.
Page 59 - PARADISES. 3n the nine heavens are eight Paradises : Where is the ninth one ? In the human breast. Only the blessed dwell in the Paradises : But Blessedness dwells in the human breast.
Page 202 - Oh, what a pure and sacred thing Is beauty, curtain'd from the sight Of the gross world, illumining One only mansion with her light ! Unseen by man's disturbing eye, — The flower, that blooms beneath the sea Too deep for sunbeams, doth not lie Hid in more chaste obscurity ! So, Hinda, have thy face and mind, Like holy mysteries, lain enshrined.
Page 258 - In all these cases, ideas in the mind quickly fade, and often vanish quite out of the understanding, leaving no more footsteps or remaining characters of themselves than shadows do flying over fields of corn ; and the mind is as void of them as if they had never been there.
Page 104 - The rooms with costly tapestry were hung, Where was inwoven many a gentle tale; Such as of old the rural poets sung...
Page 245 - One silver crescent in the twilight sky is hanging, Another tips the solemn dome of yonder mosque, And now the Muezzin's call is heard, sonorous, clanging, Through thronged bazaar, concealed harem and cool kiosk: " In the Prophet's name, God is God, and there is no other.