Journeys through Bookland : a new and original plan for reading applied to the world's best literature for children . his new enemy. I looked to you forsafety, and you delayed your coming. Then I spokein my wrath; but I have repented, and my mouthis full of dust. Rustem said, It is yours to command, O king,and ours to obey. You are the master, and we arethe slaves. I am but as one of those who open thedoor for j^ou, if indeed I am worthy to be reckonedamong them. And now I come to execute yourcommands. Kaoos said, It is well. Now let us feast. To-morrow we will prepare for war. So Kaoos, and R
Journeys through Bookland : a new and original plan for reading applied to the world's best literature for children . his new enemy. I looked to you forsafety, and you delayed your coming. Then I spokein my wrath; but I have repented, and my mouthis full of dust. Rustem said, It is yours to command, O king,and ours to obey. You are the master, and we arethe slaves. I am but as one of those who open thedoor for j^ou, if indeed I am worthy to be reckonedamong them. And now I come to execute yourcommands. Kaoos said, It is well. Now let us feast. To-morrow we will prepare for war. So Kaoos, and Rustem, and the nobles feastedtill the night had passed and the morning came. Thenext day King Kaoos and Rustem, with a greatarmy, began their march. iMatthew Arnold, the great English critic, scholarand poet, has used the incidents that follow as thesubject of one of his most interesting poems. Tothat poem we will look for a continuation of thestory. Arnold alters the story at times to suit theneeds of his poem, and he often employs a slightlydifferent spelling of proper names from that usedin the above SOHRAB AND RUSTUM AN EPISODEBy Matthew Arnold ^ND the first gray of morning filld theeast,And the fog rose out of the Oxus^ all the Tartar camp along the streamWas hushd, and still the men wereplunged in sleep;Sohrab alone, he slept not; all night longHe had lain wakeful, tossing on his bed;But when the gray dawn stole into his tent,He rose, and clad himself, and girt his took his horsemans cloak, and left his tent,And went abroad into the cold wet fog,Through the dim camp to Peran-Wisas the black Tartar tents he passd, whichstoodClustering like beehives on the low flat strandOf Oxus, where the summer floods oerflowWhen the sun melts the snow in high Pamere f 1. The Oxus, 1300 miles long, is the chief river of Central Asia,and one of the boundaries of Persia. 2. Peran-Wisa Avas the commander of King Afrasiabs troops, aTuranian chief wh
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