...Here rocks alone, and tasteless sands are found, And faint and sickly winds for ever howl around. " Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, " When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my way !" Curst be the gold and silver which persuade Weak men to follow far fatiguing trade ! The lily peace...

...valley's pride, Why think we these less pleasing to behold, Than dreary deserts, if they lead to gold ? " Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, " When first from Schiraz' walls I ber.t my way !" Oh cease, my fears ! — all frantic as I go, When thought creates unnumber'd scenes...

...melancholy pleasure we echoed the melodious plaint of our fellow-traveler, Hassan, in the desert, — " Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, When first from Schiraz' walls I hent my way." The air lay lifeless between the hills, as in a seething caldron, with no leaf stirring,...

...They tempt no deserts, and no griefs they find ; Peace rules the day, where reason rules the mind. " Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, " When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my way !" O hapless youth ! — for she thy love hath won — The tender Zara will be most undone ! Big swell'd...

...desperate sorrow wild, the affrighted man Thrice sigh'd; thrice struck his breast; and thus began i OR, " Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, " When first from Sri li rax' walls I bent my way !" Ah ! little thought I of the blasting wind, The thirst, or pinching...

...Before them Death with shrieks directs their way> Fills the wild yell, and leads them to their prey. " Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, " When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my way !" At that dead hour the silent asp shall creep, If aught of rest I find, upon my sleep ; Or some swoln...

...desperate sorrow wild, the affrighted man Thrice sigh'd ; thrice struck his breast ;and thus began* " Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day. " When first from Schir.us' walls 1 bent my way {M All ! little thought I of the blasting wind, The thirst, or pinching...

...desp'rate sorrow wild, th' affrighted man Thrice sigh'd, thrice struck his breast, and thus began : " Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, " When first from Sclu'raz' walls I bent my way !" Ah ! little thought I of the blasting wind, The thirst or pinching...

...valley's pride, Why think we these less pleasing to behold, Than dreary deserts, if they lead to gold ? " Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, " When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my way !" O cease, my fears !" — all frantic as I go, When thought creates unnumber'd scenes of woe, What...

...They tempt no deserts, and no griefs they find : Peace rules the day, where reason rules the mind. ' Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, ' When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my way ?' ' O hapless youth ! — for she thy love hath won — The tender Zara will be most undone ! Big...