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Description:This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1836 edition. ... I would gladly to thy wish But what am I? a helpless wretch, a worm, Without the power to do what I approve, Enslaved, the victim of almighty love. E To me the world is swallow'd up--I see Nothing but Laili--all is lost to me, Save her bright image--father, mother, home, All buried in impenetrable gloom, Beyond my feeling;--yet I know thou 'rt here, And I could weep;--but what avails the tear, 1670 Even were it at a father's funeral shed? For human sorrows never reach the dead. Thou say'st, the night of Death is on thee falling! Then must I weep, thy fostering care recalling; But I shall die in utter misery, And none be left in life to weep for me." Syd Omri, with unutterable grief, Gazed on his son, whose sorrows mock'd relief; And, hopeless, wretched, every thought resign'd That once was balm and comfort to his mind. 1680 Then, showering blessings o'er his offspring's head, Groaning, he parted from that dismal cave; And, wrapt in deepest anguish, homeward sped; But 'twas alas! to his expected grave. Gently he sank, by age and grief oppress'd, From this vain world, to that of endless rest. Vain world indeed! who ever rested here? The lustrous moon hath its eternal sphere; But man, who in this mortal prison sighs, Appears like lightning, and like lightning flies. 1690 A pilgrim-step approach'd the wild retreat, Where Majnun linger'd in his rocky seat, And the sad tale was told. He fell Upon the earth insensible; And, grovelling, with a frantic air, His bosom beat--he tore his hair, And never rested) night or day, Till he had, wandering far away, Reach'd the sad spot where peaceful lay His father's bones, now crumbling with decay. 1700 His arms around the grave he flung, And to the earth delirious clung; Grasping the ashes...We have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with Oriental Translation Fund Volume N . 46. To get started finding Oriental Translation Fund Volume N . 46, you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed.
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Description: This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1836 edition. ... I would gladly to thy wish But what am I? a helpless wretch, a worm, Without the power to do what I approve, Enslaved, the victim of almighty love. E To me the world is swallow'd up--I see Nothing but Laili--all is lost to me, Save her bright image--father, mother, home, All buried in impenetrable gloom, Beyond my feeling;--yet I know thou 'rt here, And I could weep;--but what avails the tear, 1670 Even were it at a father's funeral shed? For human sorrows never reach the dead. Thou say'st, the night of Death is on thee falling! Then must I weep, thy fostering care recalling; But I shall die in utter misery, And none be left in life to weep for me." Syd Omri, with unutterable grief, Gazed on his son, whose sorrows mock'd relief; And, hopeless, wretched, every thought resign'd That once was balm and comfort to his mind. 1680 Then, showering blessings o'er his offspring's head, Groaning, he parted from that dismal cave; And, wrapt in deepest anguish, homeward sped; But 'twas alas! to his expected grave. Gently he sank, by age and grief oppress'd, From this vain world, to that of endless rest. Vain world indeed! who ever rested here? The lustrous moon hath its eternal sphere; But man, who in this mortal prison sighs, Appears like lightning, and like lightning flies. 1690 A pilgrim-step approach'd the wild retreat, Where Majnun linger'd in his rocky seat, And the sad tale was told. He fell Upon the earth insensible; And, grovelling, with a frantic air, His bosom beat--he tore his hair, And never rested) night or day, Till he had, wandering far away, Reach'd the sad spot where peaceful lay His father's bones, now crumbling with decay. 1700 His arms around the grave he flung, And to the earth delirious clung; Grasping the ashes...We have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with Oriental Translation Fund Volume N . 46. To get started finding Oriental Translation Fund Volume N . 46, you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed.
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