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Letters of Shahcoolen: A Hindu Philosopher, Residing in Philadelphia; to His ...
Benjamin Silliman,Samuel Lorenzo Knapp
Affichage du livre entier - 1802
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Page 112 - The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
Page 107 - I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys. As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters. As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
Page 109 - Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon : look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
Page 111 - Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.
Page 111 - Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?
Page 109 - Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
Page 132 - His paffion was inflamed by the glances of her eyes, which played like a pair of water-birds with azure plumage, that fport near a full-blown lotos on a pool in the feafon of dew.
Page 110 - I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: Eat, O friends; Drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.