Orient -- Fiction

Nourmahal, an Oriental romance. Vol. 2 of 3

“Look, master, see how the white umbrellas float, like trembling lotuses, in the lake of the atmosphere. The numerous banners undulate like waves, as they play before the wind; and now the elephants advance, their golden bells tinkling as they stride; they are mounted by merry...

Chapters

1. CHAPTER I.

“Look, master, see how the white umbrellas float, like trembling lotuses, in the lake of the atmosphere. The numerous banners undulate like waves, as they play before the wind;...

2. CHAPTER II.

“It grieves me,” said the pale Circassian to one of her companions, while they were engaged in watering a bed of Cashmere roses, “to behold the indifference with which our mistr...

3. CHAPTER III.

Twice forty winters tip my beard with snow, And age’s chilling gusts around me blow. In early youth, by contemplation led, With high pursuits my flattered thoughts were fed; To...

4. CHAPTER IV.

“Thou art the father of all things, animate and inanimate; thou art the sage instructor of the whole, worthy to be adored! There is none like unto thee; where then, in the three...

5. CHAPTER V.

_Sam._ What are your majesty’s commands? Would you see the moon brought down upon earth--a mountain in mid air--a fire in the ocean, or night at noon? I will produce them--Command.

6. CHAPTER VI.

Though he take recreation in my absence, and smile on all around him, yet my soul remembers him;--him whose locks are decked with the plumes of peacocks resplendent with many co...

7. CHAPTER VII.

Boy, let you liquid ruby flow, And bid thy pensive heart be glad. Whate’er the frowning zealots say, Tell them their Eden cannot show A stream so clear as Rocnabad, A bower so s...

8. CHAPTER VIII.

King, do not grieve, but like a valiant chief, Pluck from thy heart all terror of thine enemies, And only deem of thy propitious fortune, Or who shall foremost plunge into the f...

9. CHAPTER IX.

They suffered justly according to their own wickedness; for they exercised a more detestable hospitality than any: others indeed received not strangers unknown to them, but thes...

10. CHAPTER X.

Heads glittering with polished gold, divided by the blade, drop incessantly; and mangled bodies, wallowing in their gore, lay like fragments of mighty rocks, sparkling with gems...

11. CHAPTER XI.

Chusero, and his brave companion in calamity, wandered all night through the woods, uncertain as to the direction in which they were proceeding. Towards morning they discovered...

12. CHAPTER XII.

Nor were the rumours of the imperial wrath meditated to be inflicted upon Lahore, nor of the terrible cruelties practised upon the prisoners, by the orders of Bochari, exaggerat...

13. CHAPTER XIII.

“What ho? beware! In youthful strength and sport, The tiger, in the temple’s porch confined, Has burst his iron cage, and roams at large; With tail high waving, like a banner, v...

14. CHAPTER XIV.

Dread not though singly he contend with multitudes, To such as he--odds are of little moment-- He needs no succour but his own right arm, Resistless as the lion, when delightedl...

15. CHAPTER XV.

Although the tidings of the entire destruction of the Cashmere auxiliaries had reached his province before Afkun’s return, nevertheless upon his arrival at his castle, which he...

16. CHAPTER XVI.

Much as the parental heart of Jehangire was afflicted by the obstinacy of Chusero, in prolonging a civil war that now seemed more unlikely than ever to favour his designs of usu...

17. CHAPTER XVII.

My royal friend has an unaccountable taste. What can I think of a king so passionately fond of chasing unprofitable quadrupeds? “Here runs an antelope! There goes a bear!” Such...

18. CHAPTER XVIII.

Nature! Source of all great and lovely things! What builder can thy temples imitate? The music of thy mountains, woods, and streams, What harper can steal from thee? Where’s the...

19. CHAPTER XIX.

The moon rising, with an orb almost complete, and exhibiting within its visible circumference but a small segment still to be silvered, forbade the pilgrims to seek repose durin...

20. CHAPTER XX.

“If you listen to him, my lord, the old man will weary out the stars in telling tales of the days of his youth. Come this way, and heed him not.”