The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night, vol 10 by Sir Richard Francis Burton (essential reading TXT) 📖

and enter thou, viii. 267.

Confide thy case to Him, the Lord who made mankind, i. 68.

Consider but thy Lord, His work shall bring, viii. 20.

Consider thou, O man, what these places to thee showed, vi. 112.

Console thy lover, fear no consequence, v. 74.

Consort not with the Cyclops e’en a day, iv. 194.

Containeth time a twain of days, i. 25.

Converse with men hath scanty weal except, iv. 188.

Count not that I your promises forgot, iii. 238.

Cut short this strangeness, leave unruth of you, v. 245.

Culvers of Liwa! to your nests return vii. 115.

 

Dark falls the night: my tears unaided rail, iii. 11.

Dark falls the night and passion comes sore pains to gar me dree, ii. 140.

Daughter of nobles, who shine aim shalt gain, v. 54.

Dawn heralds daylight: so wine passround viii. 276.

Dear friend! ah leave thy loud reproach and blame, iii. 110.

Dear friend, ask not what burneth in my breast, i. 265.

Dear friend, my tears aye flow these cheeks adown, iii. 14.

Deep in mine eyeballs ever dwells the phantom form of thee, viii.

61.

Deign grant thy favours; since ‘tis time I were engraced, v. 148.

Describe me! a fair one said, viii. 265.

Did Azzah deal behest to sun o’ noon, ii. 102.

Did not in love-plight joys and sorrows meet, iii. 182.

Dip thou with spoons in saucers four and gladden heart and eye, viii. 223.

Displaying that fair face, iv. 195.

Divinely were inspired his words who brought me news of you, iv.

207.

Do you threaten me wi’ death for my loving you so well? vii. 221.

Drain not the bowl, save from dear hand like shine, i. 88.

Drain not the bowl but with lovely wight viii. 209.

Drain not the bowl save with a trusty friend, i. 88.

Drawn in thy shoulders are and spine thrust out, viii: 297.

Drink not pure wine except from hand of slender youth, ix. 198.

Drink not strong wine save at the slender dearling’s hand, v. 66.

Drink not upon thy food in haste but wait awhile, v. 222.

Drink the clear draught, drink free and fain, i. 88.

Drive off the ghost that ever shows, vii. 109.

Dumb is my tongue and scant my speech for thee, viii. 258.

 

Each portion of her charms we see, vii.131.

Each thing of things hath his appointed tide, v. 294.

Easy, O Fate! how long this wrong, this injury, iii. 329.

Eight glories meet, all, all conjoined in thee, iii. 271.

Enough for lovers in this world their ban and bane, iv. 205.

Enough of tears hath shed the lover wight, iii. 206.

Enrobes with honour sands of camp her foot-step wandering lone, iv. 204.

Escape with thy life if oppression betide thee, i. 209.

Even not beardless one with girl, nor heed, iii. 303.

Ever thy pomp and pride, O House! display, viii. 207.

 

Face that with Sol in Heaven ramping vies, iii. 167.

Fain had I hid thy handwork, but it showed, iii. 280.

Fain leaving life that fleets thou hast th’ eternal won, ii. 281.

Fair youth shall die by stumbling of the tongue, iii. 221.

Familiar with my heart are woes and with them I, vii. 340.

Far is the fane and patience faileth me, v. 41.

Fare safely, Masr�r! an her sanctuary viii. 237.

Farewell thy love, for see, the Cafilah’s on the move, iv. 254.

Farewelling thee indeed is like to bidding life farewell, viii.

62.

Fate the wolf’s soul snatched up from wordly stead, iii. 146.

Fate frights us when the thing is past and gone, iii. 318.

Fate hath commanded I become thy fere, iii. 312.

Fie on this wretched world an so it be, i. 40.

Fight for my mother (an I live) I’ll take, ii. 239.

Fire is cooler than fires in my breast, iv. 245.

Fly, fly with life whenas evils threat, vi. 62.

Fly, fly with thy life if by ill overtaken, ii. 19.

Folk have made moan of passion before me, of past years, viii.

65.

For cup friends cup succeeding cup assign, v. 66.

For eaters a table they brought and set, viii. 208.

For her sins is a pleader that brow, ii. 97.

For joys that are no more I want to weep, iii. 185.

For Layla’s favour dost thou greed? iii. 135.

For loss of lover mine and stress of love I dree, viii. 75.

For not a deed the hand can try, v. 188.

For others these hardships and labours I bear, i. 17.

For your love my patience fails, i. 74.

Forbear, O troubles of the world, i. 39.

Forgive me, thee-ward sinned I, but the wise, ii. 9.

Forgive the sin ‘neath which my limbs are trembling, iii. 249.

Fortune had mercy on the soul of me, iii. 135.

Fortune had ruth upon my plight, viii. 50.

Four things that meet not, save they here unite, i. 116.

Four things which ne’er conjoin, unless it be, iii. 237.

Freest am I of all mankind fro’ meddling wight, ii. 200.

Fro’ them inhale I scent of Attar of Ban, viii. 242.

From her hair is night, from her forehead noon, viii. 303.

From Love stupor awake, O Masrur, ‘twere best, viii. 214.

From that liberal hand on his foes he rains, iv. 97.

From the plain of his face springs a minaret, viii. 296.

From wine I turn and whoso wine-cups swill, i. 208.

Full many a reverend Shaykh feels sting of flesh, v. 64.

Full many laugh at tears they see me shed, iii. 193.

Full moon if unfreckled would favour thee, iv. 19.

Full moon with sun in single mansion, i. 264.

 

Gainsay women; he obeyeth Allah best who saith them nay, ix. 282.

Garb of Fakir, renouncement, lowliness, v. 297.

Garth Heaven-watered wherein clusters waved, viii. 266.

Get thee provaunt in this world ere thou wend upon thy way, ii.

139.

Give back mine eyes their sleep long ravished, i. 99.

Give me brunettes, so limber, lissom, lithe of sway, iv. 258.

Give me brunettes; the Syrian spears so limber and so straight, viii. 158.

Give me the Fig sweet-flavoured, beauty clad, viii. 269.

Give thou my message twice, iii. 166.

Gladsome and gay forget shine every grief, i. 57.

Glory to Him who guides the skies, vii. 78.

Gnostic’s heart-hom�d in the heavenly Garth, v. 264.

Go, gossip! re-wed thee, for Prime draweth near, v. 135.

Go, visit her thou lovest, and regard not, iii. 235, viii. 305.

God make thy glory last in joy of life, viii. 99.

Gone is my strength, told is my tale of days, iii. 55.

Goodly of gifts is she, and charm those perfect eyes, iii. 57.

Granados of finest skin, like the breasts, viii. 267.

Grant me the kiss of that left hand ten times, iv. 129.

Grape bunches likest as they sway, viii. 266.

Grapes tasting with the taste of wine, viii. 266.

Grief, cark and care in my heart reside, iv. 19.

Grow thy weal and thy welfare day by day, i. 204.

 

Had I known of love in what fashion he, vii. 330.

Had I wept before she did in my passion for Su’ada, vii. 275.

Had she shown her shape to idolator’s sight, viii. 279.

Hadst thou been leaf in love’s loyalty, iii. 77.

Had we known of thy coming we fain had dispread, i. 117.

Had we wist of thy coming, thy way had been strown, i. 271.

Haply and happily may Fortune bend her rein, viii. 67.

Haply shall Allah deign us twain unite, viii. 141.

Haply shall Fortune draw her rein, iii. 251.

Happy is Eloquence when thou art named, i. 47.

Hast quit the love of Moons or dost persist? iv. 240.

Hast seen a Citron-copse so weighed adown, viii. 272.

Haste to do kindness thou dost intend, iv. 181.

Haste to do kindness while thou hast the power, iii. 136.

Have the doves that moan in the lotus tree, vii. 91.

He blames me for casting on him my sight, viii. 283.

He came and cried they, Now be Allah blest! iii. 215.

He came in sable hued sacque, iv. 263.

He came to see me, hiding ‘neath the shirt of night, iv. 252.

He comes; and fawn and branch and moon delight these eyne, iv.

142.

He cometh robed and bending gracefully, ii. 287.

He heads his arrows with piles of gold, iv. 97.

He is Caliph of Beauty in Yusuf’s lieu, ii. 292.

He is gone who when to this gate thou go’st, ii. 14.

He is to thee that daily bread thou canst nor loose nor bind, i.

39.

He’ll offer sweetmeats with his edged tongue, iii. 115.

He made me drain his wine of honeyed lips, v. 72.

He missed not who dubbed thee, “World’s delight,” v. 33.

He plucks fruits of her necklace in rivalry, ii. 103.

He prayeth and he fasteth for an end he cloth espy, ii. 264.

He seized my heart and freed my tears to flow, viii. 259.

He showed in garb anemone-red, iv. 263.

He thou trustedst most is thy worst un friend, iii. 143.

He whom the randy motts entrap, iii. 216

Hearkening, obeying, with my dying mouth, ii. 321.

Heavy and swollen like an urine-bladder blown, iv. 236.

Her fair shape ravisheth if face to face she did appear, v. 192

Her forearms, dight with their bangles, show, v. 89.

Her golden yellow is the sheeny sun’s, iv. 257.

Her lip-dews rival honey-sweets, that sweet virginity, viii. 33.

Her smiles twin rows of pearls display, i. 86.

Here! Here! by Allah, here! Cups of the sweet, the dear! i. 89.

Here the heart reads a chapter of devotion pure, iii. 18.

Hind is an Arab filly purest bred, vii. 97.

His cheekdown writeth (O fair fall the goodly scribe!) ii. 301.

His cheekdown writeth on his cheek with ambergris on pearl, ii.

301.

His eyelids sore and bleared, viii. 297.

His face as the face of the young moon shines, i. 177.

His honeydew of lips is wine; his breath, iv. 195.

His looks have made me drunken, not his wine, iii. 166.

His lovers said, Unless he deign to give us all a drink, viii.

285.

His lovers’ souls have drawn upon his cheek, iii. 58.

His mole upon plain of cheek is like, viii. 265.

His scent was musk and his cheek was rose, i. 203.

Ho, lovers all! by Allah say me fair and sooth, ii. 309.

Ho, lovers all! by Allah say me sooth, ii. 320.

Ho say to men of wisdom, wit and lere, v. 239.

Ho thou, Abrizah, mercy! leave me not for I, ii. 127.

Ho, those heedless of Time and his sore despight! vii. 221.

Ho thou hound who art rotten with foulness in grain, iii. 108.

Ho thou lion who broughtest thyself to woe, vii. 123.

Ho thou my letter! when my friend shall see thee, iv. 57.

Ho thou o’ the tabret, my heart takes flight, viii. 166.

Ho thou the House! Grief never home in thee’ viii. 206.

Ho thou, the house, whose birds were singing gay, v. 57.

Ho thou who grovellest low before the great, ii. 235.

Ho thou, who past and bygone risks regardest with uncare! iii.

28.

Ho thou whose heart is melted down by force of Amor’s fire, v.

132.

Ho ye mine eyes let prodigal tears go free, iv. 248.

Ho ye my friends draw near, for I forthright, viii. 258.

Hola, thou mansion! woe ne’er enter thee, iv. 140.

Hold fast thy secret and to none unfold, i.87.

Hold to nobles, sons of nobles, ii. 2.

Honour and glory wait on thee each morn, iv. 60.

Hope not of our favours to make thy prey, viii. 208.

Houris and high-born Dames who feel no fear of men, v. 148.

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