Journeys through Bookland : a new and original plan for reading applied to the world's best literature for children . ^ his dead those black granite pillars, once high-reardBy Jemshid in Persepolis, to bearHis house, now mid their broken flights of stepsLie prone, enormous, dow^n the mountain side—So in the sand lay Rustum by his son. And night came down over the solemn waste,And the two gazing hosts, and that sole darkend all; and a cold fog, with night,Crept from the Oxus. Soon a himi of a great assembly loosed, and firesBegan to twinkle through the fog; for nowBoth
Journeys through Bookland : a new and original plan for reading applied to the world's best literature for children . ^ his dead those black granite pillars, once high-reardBy Jemshid in Persepolis, to bearHis house, now mid their broken flights of stepsLie prone, enormous, dow^n the mountain side—So in the sand lay Rustum by his son. And night came down over the solemn waste,And the two gazing hosts, and that sole darkend all; and a cold fog, with night,Crept from the Oxus. Soon a himi of a great assembly loosed, and firesBegan to twinkle through the fog; for nowBoth armies moved to camp, and took their meal;The Persians took it on the open sandsSouthward, the Tartars by the river marge;And Rustum and his son were left alone. But the majestic river floated of the mist and hum of that low the frosty starlight, and there moved,Rejoicing, through the hushd Chorasmian waste, SOHRAB AND RUSTUM 203 Under the solitary moon;—lie flowdRight for the polar star, past Orgunje,Brimming, and bright, and large; then sands begin. -•T^t=^a»^coc !<.- RUSTUM SORROWS OVER SOHRAB To hem his Avatery march, and dam his streams,And split his currents; that for many a leagueThe shorn and parceled Oxus strains alongThrough beds of sand and matted rushy isles—Oxus, forgetting the bright speed he had 204 SOHRAB AND RUSTUM In his high mountain cradle in Pamere, A foild circuitous wanderer—till at last The longd-for dash of waves is heard, and wide His luminous home of waters opens, bright And tranquil, from whose floor the new-bathed stars Emerge, and shine upon the Aral Sea.^ Matthew Arnold was one of Englands purest and great-est men. As scholar, teacher, poet and critic he laboredzealously for the betterment of his race and sought tobring them back to a clearer, lovelier spiritual life and towin them from the base and sordid schemes that make onlyfor material success. He was born in 1822 and was the son of Doctor ThomasArnold, the grea
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