Journeys through Bookland - a new and original plan for reading applied to the world's best literature for children (1922) (14593787448)

Identifier: journeysthroughb06sylv (find matches)
Title: Journeys through Bookland : a new and original plan for reading applied to the world's best literature for children
Year: 1922 (1920s)
Authors: Sylvester, Charles Herbert
Subjects: Children's literature
Publisher: Chicago : Bellows-Reeve
Contributing Library: Internet Archive
Digitizing Sponsor: Internet Archive



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ad.And Sohrab came there, and went in, and stoodUpon the thick piled carpets in the tent.And found the old man sleeping on his bedOf rugs and felts, and near him laj^ his arms.And Peran-Wisa heard him, though the stepWas dulld; for he slept light, an old mans sleep;And he rose quickly on one arm, and said:— Who art thou? for it is not yet clear dawn.Speak! is there news, or any night alarm? But Sohrab came to the bedside, and said:—Thou knowst me, Peran-Wisa! it is I.The sun is not yet risen, and the foeSleep; but I sleep not; all night long I lieTossing and wakeful, and I come to thee.For so did King Afrasiab bid me seekThy counsel and to heed thee as thy son,In Samarcand,^ before the army marchd;And I will tell thee what my heart desires.Thou knowst if, since from Aber-baijan firstI came among the Tartars and bore arms,I have still served Afrasiab well, and shown,At my boys years, the courage of a man. 4. Samarcand is a city of Turkistan, now a center of learning andof commerce.
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4^ <J SOIIRAB AND RUSTUM 175 This too thou knowst, that while I still bear on The conquering Tartar ensigns through the world, And heat the Persians back on every field, I seek one man, one man, and one alone— Rustum, my father; who I hoped should greet. Should one day greet, upon some well-fought field, His not unworthy, not inglorious son. So I long hoped, but him I never find. Come then, hear now, and grant me what I ask. Let the two armies rest to-day; but I Will challenge forth the bravest Persian lords To meet me man to man; if I prevail, Rustum will surely hear it; if I fall— Old man, the dead need no one, claim no kin. Dim is the rumor of a common^ fight, Where host meets host, and many names are sunk: But of a single combat fame speaks clear. He spoke; and Peran-Wisa took the handOf the young man in his, and sighd, and said:— O Sohrab, an unquiet heart is thine!Canst thou not rest among the Tartar chiefs,And share the battles common chance with usWho love thee, but m