The Poem of Antar (Anonymous Asian Poems)
Have the poets left in the garment a place for a patch to be patched by me;and did you know ...
Have the poets left in the garment a place for a patch to be patched by me;and did you know ...
He washed out his marred hair and cleaned up his equipment(?), shaking out his locks down over his back,throwing off ...
Does the blackened ruin, situated in the stony groundbetween Durraj and Mutathallam, which did not speak to me,when addressed, belong ...
At twenty leagues they broke for some food,at thirty leagues they stopped for the night,walking Fifty leagues in a whole ...
Stop, oh my friends, let us pause to weep over the remembrance of my beloved.Here was her abode on the ...
Over his friend, Enkidu, Gilgamesh cried bitterly, roaming the wilderness. "I am going to die!—am I not like Enkidu?! ...
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