Journeys through Bookland : a new and original plan for reading applied to the world's best literature for children . Sohrab came there, and went in, and stoodUpon the thick piled carpets in the found the old man sleeping on his bedOf rugs and felts, and near him laj^ his Peran-Wisa heard him, though the stepWas dulld; for he slept light, an old mans sleep;And he rose quickly on one arm, and said:— Who art thou? for it is not yet clear ! is there news, or any night alarm? But Sohrab came to the bedside, and said:—Thou knowst me, Peran-Wisa! it is sun is
Journeys through Bookland : a new and original plan for reading applied to the world's best literature for children . Sohrab came there, and went in, and stoodUpon the thick piled carpets in the found the old man sleeping on his bedOf rugs and felts, and near him laj^ his Peran-Wisa heard him, though the stepWas dulld; for he slept light, an old mans sleep;And he rose quickly on one arm, and said:— Who art thou? for it is not yet clear ! is there news, or any night alarm? But Sohrab came to the bedside, and said:—Thou knowst me, Peran-Wisa! it is sun is not yet risen, and the foeSleep; but I sleep not; all night long I lieTossing and wakeful, and I come to so did King Afrasiab bid me seekThy counsel and to heed thee as thy son,In Samarcand,^ before the army marchd;And I will tell thee what my heart knowst if, since from Aber-baijan firstI came among the Tartars and bore arms,I have still served Afrasiab well, and shown,At my boys years, the courage of a man. 4. Samarcand is a city of Turkistan, now a center of learning andof 4^ <J SOIIRAB AND RUSTUM 175 This too thou knowst, that while I still bear on The conquering Tartar ensigns through the world, And heat the Persians back on every field, I seek one man, one man, and one alone— Rustum, my father; who I hoped should greet. Should one day greet, upon some well-fought field, His not unworthy, not inglorious son. So I long hoped, but him I never find. Come then, hear now, and grant me what I ask. Let the two armies rest to-day; but I Will challenge forth the bravest Persian lords To meet me man to man; if I prevail, Rustum will surely hear it; if I fall— Old man, the dead need no one, claim no kin. Dim is the rumor of a common^ fight, Where host meets host, and many names are sunk: But of a single combat fame speaks clear. He spoke; and Peran-Wisa took the handOf the young man in his, and sighd, and said:— O Sohrab, an unquiet hear
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