Ventures in Verse (Paperback)


This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1898. Excerpt: ... THOUGHTS FROM THE SOUTH OURIQUE 'Cursed be thy fields, Ourique--cursed he that names thy name. Where the children of the Prophet wrought themselves eternal shame Cursed be the unbelievers, let their days be but a span, Let Isbania and her bravos keep perpetual Ramazan ' Writhing in his anguish whispered Ibn Ali the stark Amir, Bleeding and unhorsed and stricken heartward by a Christian spear. All the day the flame of battle roared along the fallow fields, Mingled with the soldiers' music, charging cheer and ringing shields. At the eventide the crescent wavered into slow retreat, Lusitania's crown and sceptre lay at Dom Alfonso's feet. Brother Joao1 amid the wounded watched if haply after strife Christian knight or Moslem captain still might be recalled to life; Brother Joao, whose humble cloister nestled in the olive grove, Simple faith was his, it hovered on the borderland of love. Ibn Ali he marked, and led him gently to a peasant's hut Rudely reared of cork and orange branches in the forest cut. For he saw the cruel glimmer shining from the scythe of death, Sign of strife where man's whole being quivers in a single breath. Hour by hour he watched and waited; in the very deep of night, Lo the wounded Moslem bore him like an angel shod with light. Firmament and earth were mingled, all the host of heaven waxed dim, Fading into noontide nothings by the wings of Seraphim. Brother Joao astonied trembled, round the Moslem's head there flushed Such a bloom as Douro summers paint upon the grape uncrushed. 1 Pronounced as a monosyllable, 'Jown.' On the air expectant silence fell, the monk his eyes must hide, Dazzled with the awful glory glowing from the Crucified. Then there came a voice of music, soft as when the Minho's bar Murmurs peace to helmsmen steering...

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1898. Excerpt: ... THOUGHTS FROM THE SOUTH OURIQUE 'Cursed be thy fields, Ourique--cursed he that names thy name. Where the children of the Prophet wrought themselves eternal shame Cursed be the unbelievers, let their days be but a span, Let Isbania and her bravos keep perpetual Ramazan ' Writhing in his anguish whispered Ibn Ali the stark Amir, Bleeding and unhorsed and stricken heartward by a Christian spear. All the day the flame of battle roared along the fallow fields, Mingled with the soldiers' music, charging cheer and ringing shields. At the eventide the crescent wavered into slow retreat, Lusitania's crown and sceptre lay at Dom Alfonso's feet. Brother Joao1 amid the wounded watched if haply after strife Christian knight or Moslem captain still might be recalled to life; Brother Joao, whose humble cloister nestled in the olive grove, Simple faith was his, it hovered on the borderland of love. Ibn Ali he marked, and led him gently to a peasant's hut Rudely reared of cork and orange branches in the forest cut. For he saw the cruel glimmer shining from the scythe of death, Sign of strife where man's whole being quivers in a single breath. Hour by hour he watched and waited; in the very deep of night, Lo the wounded Moslem bore him like an angel shod with light. Firmament and earth were mingled, all the host of heaven waxed dim, Fading into noontide nothings by the wings of Seraphim. Brother Joao astonied trembled, round the Moslem's head there flushed Such a bloom as Douro summers paint upon the grape uncrushed. 1 Pronounced as a monosyllable, 'Jown.' On the air expectant silence fell, the monk his eyes must hide, Dazzled with the awful glory glowing from the Crucified. Then there came a voice of music, soft as when the Minho's bar Murmurs peace to helmsmen steering...

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General Books LLC

Country of origin

United States

Release date

February 2012

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First published

February 2012

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Dimensions

246 x 189 x 2mm (L x W x T)

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Paperback - Trade

Pages

40

ISBN-13

978-1-151-38355-6

Barcode

9781151383556

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1-151-38355-4



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