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Side 94
... Upon whose leaves none but the angels look , That Islam ' s sceptre shall
beneath the power Of her great foe fall broken in that hour , When the moon ' s
mighty orb , before all eyes , From NEKSHEB ' s Holy Well portentously shall rise
!
... Upon whose leaves none but the angels look , That Islam ' s sceptre shall
beneath the power Of her great foe fall broken in that hour , When the moon ' s
mighty orb , before all eyes , From NEKSHEB ' s Holy Well portentously shall rise
!
Side 148
So , HINDA , have thy face and mind , Like holy mysteries , lain enshrin ' d . And
oh , what transport for a lover To lift the veil that shades them o ' er la Like those
who , all at once , discover In the lone deep some fairy shore , Where morial
never ...
So , HINDA , have thy face and mind , Like holy mysteries , lain enshrin ' d . And
oh , what transport for a lover To lift the veil that shades them o ' er la Like those
who , all at once , discover In the lone deep some fairy shore , Where morial
never ...
Side 277
But , having sworn upon the Holy Grave . “ The Persians swear by the tomb of
Shah Besade , who is buried at Casbin ; and when one desires another to
asseverate a matter , he will ask him if he dare swear by the Holy Grave . " - -
Struy .
But , having sworn upon the Holy Grave . “ The Persians swear by the tomb of
Shah Besade , who is buried at Casbin ; and when one desires another to
asseverate a matter , he will ask him if he dare swear by the Holy Grave . " - -
Struy .
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