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x. 47. The courser chargeth on battling foe,
iii. 83. The day of my delight is the day when
you draw near, i. 75. The day of parting cut
my heart in twain, iii. 124. The fawn-Glee one
a meeting promised me, iv. 195. The fawn of a
maid hent her lute in hand, ii. 34. The feet
of sturdy miscreants went trampling heavy tread, x.38.
The first in rank to kiss the ground shall deign, i.
250. The fragrance of musk from the breasts of
the fair, viii. 209. The full moon groweth perfect
once a month, vii. 271. The glasses are heavy
when empty brought, x. 40.
The hapless lover’s heart is of his wooing weary grown, iv. 144. The hearts of lovers have eyes I ken, iv. 238. The hue of dusty motes is hers, iv. 257. The house, sweetheart, is now no home to me, v. 381. The jujube tree each day, viii. 271. The Kings who fared before us showed, iii. 318. The land of ramping moon is bare and drear, viii. 126. The least of him is the being free, v. 156. The life of the bath is the joy of man’s life, iii. 19. The like of whatso feelest thou we feel, vii. 141. The longing of a Bedouin maid, whose folks are far away, iii. 172. The longing of an Arab lass forlorn of kith and kin, ii. 306. The Lord, empty House! to thee peace decree, viii. 238. The loved ones left thee in middle night, v. 150. The lover is drunken with love of friend, v.39. The lover’s heart for his beloved must meet, ii. 62. The lover’s heart is like to break in twain ii. 63. The mead is bright with what is on’t ii. 86. , The messenger who kept our commerce hid, iii. 189. The Moon o’ the Time shows unveiled light, ix. 287. The Nadd is my wine scented powder, my bread, viii. 209. The name of what crave me distraught, viii. 93. The Nile-flood this day is the gain you own, i. 290. The penis smooth and round was made with anus best to match it, iii. 303. The phantom of Soada came by night to wake me, viii. 337. The poor man fares by everything opposed, ix. 291. The Prophet saw whatever eyes could see v. 287. The return of the friend is the best of all boons, ix. 287. The Rose in highest stead I rate, viii. 274 The signs that here their mighty works portray, vi. 90. The slanderers said There is hair upon his cheeks, v. 157. The slippers that carry these fair young feet, viii. 320. The smack of parting ’s myrrh to me, ii. 101. The solace of lovers is naught but far, viii. The spring of the down on cheeks right clearly shows, v. 190. The stream ’s a cheek by sunlight rosy dyed, ii. 240. The streamlet swings by branchy wood and aye, viii. 267. The sun of beauty she to all appears, x. 59. The sun of beauty she to sight appears, i. 218. The sun yellowed not in the murk gloom lien, viii. 285. The sword, the sworder and the bloodskin waiting me I sight, ii. 42. The tears of these eyes find easy release v.127. The tears run down his cheeks in double row, iii. 169. “The time of parting” quoth they “draweth nigh,” v. 280.
The hapless lover’s heart is of his wooing weary grown, iv. 144. The hearts of lovers have eyes I ken, iv. 238. The hue of dusty motes is hers, iv. 257. The house, sweetheart, is now no home to me, v. 381. The jujube tree each day, viii. 271. The Kings who fared before us showed, iii. 318. The land of ramping moon is bare and drear, viii. 126. The least of him is the being free, v. 156. The life of the bath is the joy of man’s life, iii. 19. The like of whatso feelest thou we feel, vii. 141. The longing of a Bedouin maid, whose folks are far away, iii. 172. The longing of an Arab lass forlorn of kith and kin, ii. 306. The Lord, empty House! to thee peace decree, viii. 238. The loved ones left thee in middle night, v. 150. The lover is drunken with love of friend, v.39. The lover’s heart for his beloved must meet, ii. 62. The lover’s heart is like to break in twain ii. 63. The mead is bright with what is on’t ii. 86. , The messenger who kept our commerce hid, iii. 189. The Moon o’ the Time shows unveiled light, ix. 287. The Nadd is my wine scented powder, my bread, viii. 209. The name of what crave me distraught, viii. 93. The Nile-flood this day is the gain you own, i. 290. The penis smooth and round was made with anus best to match it, iii. 303. The phantom of Soada came by night to wake me, viii. 337. The poor man fares by everything opposed, ix. 291. The Prophet saw whatever eyes could see v. 287. The return of the friend is the best of all boons, ix. 287. The Rose in highest stead I rate, viii. 274 The signs that here their mighty works portray, vi. 90. The slanderers said There is hair upon his cheeks, v. 157. The slippers that carry these fair young feet, viii. 320. The smack of parting ’s myrrh to me, ii. 101. The solace of lovers is naught but far, viii. The spring of the down on cheeks right clearly shows, v. 190. The stream ’s a cheek by sunlight rosy dyed, ii. 240. The streamlet swings by branchy wood and aye, viii. 267. The sun of beauty she to all appears, x. 59. The sun of beauty she to sight appears, i. 218. The sun yellowed not in the murk gloom lien, viii. 285. The sword, the sworder and the bloodskin waiting me I sight, ii. 42. The tears of these eyes find easy release v.127. The tears run down his cheeks in double row, iii. 169. “The time of parting” quoth they “draweth nigh,” v. 280.
