Category: Poetry
Mute sat Giray, with downcast eye, As though some spell in sorrow bound him, His slavish courtiers thronging nigh, In sad expectance stood around him. The lips of all had silence sealed, Whilst, bent on him, each look observant, Saw grief's deep trace and passion fervent Upon...
He whose soul from sorrow dreary, Weak and wretched, nought can save, Who in sadness, sick and weary, Hopes no refuge but the grave; On his visage Pleasure beaming, Ne'er shall...
1. Chapter 1Mute sat Giray, with downcast eye, As though some spell in sorrow bound him, His slavish courtiers thronging nigh, In sad expectance stood around him. The lips of all had silenc...
3. Chapter 3I am the bond of worlds existing everywhere; I am the extreme grade of matter; I am the centre of living things, The commencing trait of the Divinity; My body will resolve itsel...