Moorish lotus leaves: glimpses of southern Marocco, by G.D. Cowan and R.L.N. Johnston |
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Common terms and phrases
Abdallah Agadir Alláh animal Arab argan argan tree army Atlas Barbary Barbary partridge beaters Berber boar breeze butter camels camp canoe Chisht Christian dogs Cidi Cidna coast consul couscasoo dishes eaten Edmondo de Amicis EDWARD MAITLAND Emperor Empire of Marocco English European eyes favourite feet fish flavour flesh floos gardens gastronomy gimbry governor green tea Haha haïks half hand hill horse hundred hunters idlesse imperial island Kaid Koran Leo Africanus majesty Maraksh meat Melood Mequinez Messah miles Mogador Mohammed Mohammedan Moorish Moors Moslim mosque Moulai mountains mules native Jews Nazarenes occasionally partridges pounds present province ride Risca river rocks score seems sheikh Shiadma shot side sight Sir Wilfrid Lawson slaves Soos Southern Marocco steamer stone Sultan tiny town Travels in Marocco tribe turban valley walls
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Page 165 - Forthwith the sounds and seas, each creek and bay, With fry innumerable swarm, and shoals Of fish, that with their fins and shining scales Glide under the green wave, in sculls that oft Bank the mid sea...
Page 167 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Page 162 - How strange it seems ! These Hebrews in their graves, Close by the street of this fair seaport town, Silent beside the never-silent waves, At rest in all this moving up and down ! The trees are white with dust, that o'er their sleep Wave their broad curtains in the south-wind's breath, While underneath these leafy tents they keep The long, mysterious Exodus of Death.
Page 236 - The art of cookery drew us gently forth From that ferocious life, when void of faith The Anthropophaginian ate his brother! To cookery we owe well-ordered states, Assembling men in dear society. Wild was the earth, man feasting upon man, When one of nobler sense and milder heart First sacrificed an animal ; the flesh Was sweet ; and man then ceased to feed on man ! And something of the rudeness of those times The priest...
Page 13 - There methinks would be enjoyment more than in this march of mind, In the steamship, in the railway, in the thoughts that shake mankind.
Page 143 - With half-dropt eyelids still, Beneath a heaven dark and holy, To watch the long bright river drawing slowly His waters from the purple hill— To hear the dewy echoes calling From cave to cave thro...
Page 160 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves, And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him When he comes back...
Page 285 - We recognise in the author of the Pilgrim and the Shrine an artist who approaches very near to the ideal that his brilliant pages disclose.
Page 285 - There is, in short, no novel which can be compared to it for its width of view, its cultivation, its poetry, and its deep human interest except Somola." — • Westminster Review. Military Men I Have Met. By E. DYNE FENTON, Author of "Sorties from Gib.
Page 165 - Of fish, that with their fins and shining scales Glide under the green wave, in sculls that oft Bank the mid sea : part single, or with mate, Graze the sea weed their pasture, and through groves Of coral stray, or sporting with quick glance...