The Curse of Kehama |
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Author:
| Southey, Robert |
ISBN: | 978-0-217-93994-2 |
Publication Date: | Oct 2012 |
Publisher: | General Books LLC
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Book Format: | Paperback |
List Price: | AUD $13.64 |
Book Description:
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: IV. THE DEPARTURE. Reclin'd beneath a Cocoa's feathery shade Ladurlad lies, And Kailyal on his lap her head hath laid, To hide her streaming eyes. The boatman, sailing on his easy way, With envious eye beheld them where they lay; For every herb and flower Was fresh and fragrant with the early dew; Sweet...
More DescriptionPurchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: IV. THE DEPARTURE. Reclin'd beneath a Cocoa's feathery shade Ladurlad lies, And Kailyal on his lap her head hath laid, To hide her streaming eyes. The boatman, sailing on his easy way, With envious eye beheld them where they lay; For every herb and flower Was fresh and fragrant with the early dew; Sweet sung the birds in that delicious hour, And the cool gale of morning as it blew, Not yet subdued by day's increasing power, Ruffling the surface of the silvery stream, Swept o'er the moisten'd sand, and rais'd no shower. Telling their tale of love, The boatman thought they lay At that lone hour, and who Bo blest as they But now the sun in heaven is high, The little songsters of the sky Sit silent in the sultry hour, They pant and palpitate with heat; Their bills are open languidly To catch the passing air; They hear it not, they feel it not, It murmurs not, it moves not. The boatman, as he looks to land, Admires what men so mad to linger there, For yonder Cocoa's shade behind them falls, A single spot upon the burning sand. There all the morning was Ladurlad laid, Silent and motionless, like one at ease; There motionless upon her father's knees, Reclin'd the silent maid. The man was still, pondering with steady mind, As if it were another's Curse, His own portentous lot; Scanning it o'er and o'er in busy thought, As though it were a last night's tale of woe, Before the cottage door, By some old beldame sung, While young and old assembled round, Listened, as if by witchery bound, In fearful pleasure to her wonderous tongue. 4. Musing so long he lay, that all things seem Unreal to his sense, even like a dream, A monstrous dream of things which could not be. Tha...