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“Poems of places : an anthology in 31 volumes” (Publication, 1876-1879)

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1876-1879

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Poems of places : an anthology in 31 volumes. Ed. by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. (Boston : J.R. Osgood, 1876-1879). Asia : Vol. 21-23.
http://www.bartleby.com/270/11/.
[Enthält] :
Introductory to Chinese Empire
Holmes, Oliver Wendell. At the banquet to the Chinese embassy.
Schiller, Friedrich von. The wall of China.
Stoddard, Richard Henry. Chinese songs.
Chinese Empire
Kin
Leland, Charles Godfrey. The music-lesson of Confucius.
King-te-tching
Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth. China ware.
Macao, the island
Irwin, Eyles. The grotto of Camões.
Mecon, the river
Camões, Luis de. The river Mecon.
Nankin
Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth. The porcelain tower.
Pekin
Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth. Kambalu.
Gulick, John T. In a mountain pass West of Pekin.
Sarra
Chaucer, Geoffrey. Cambus Khan.
Xanadu
Coleridge, Samuel Taylor. Xanadu.
Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth. Vox populi.

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Contributors (10)

Camões, Luis Vaz de  (Coimbra od. Lissabon 1524 od. 1525-1579 od. 1580 Lissabon) : Dichter

Chaucer, Geoffrey  (London ca. 1340-1400 London) : Dichter, Schriftsteller

Coleridge, Samuel Taylor  (Ottery St Mary, Devon 1772-1834 Highgate, London) : Dichter, Philosoph, Kritiker

Gulick, John Thomas  (Kaua'i Island, Hawaii 1832-1923 Honolulu, Hawaii) : Missionar American Board of Commissioners for Foreign Missions, Biologe, Zoologe, Photograph

Holmes, Oliver Wendell  (Cambridge, Mass. 1809-1894 Boston) : Schriftsteller, Arzt

Irwin, Eyles  (Calcutta 1751-1817 Clifton) : Irischer Dichter, Schriftsteller, Angestellter East India Company

Leland, Charles Godfrey  (Philadelphia 1824-1903 Florenz) : Abenteurer, Dichter, Journalist, Kritiker, Philologe, Archäologe, Erzieher

Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth  (Portland, Maine 1807-1882 Cambridge, Mass.) : Schriftsteller, Dichter, Dramatiker, Übersetzer

Schiller, Friedrich von  (Marbach am Neckar 1759-1805 Weimar) : Dramatiker, Dichter, Schriftsteller

Stoddard, Richard Henry  (Hingham, Mass. 1825-1903 New York, N.Y. ) : Dichter, Kritiker

Subjects

Literature : Occident : Germany / Literature : Occident : Great Britain : Poetry / Literature : Occident : Portugal / Literature : Occident : United States of America : Poetry

Chronology Entries (1)

# Year Text Linked Data
1 1876-1879 Poems of places Asia : Vol. 21-23. [ID D30089].
Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth. Introductory to Chinese empire : Vox Populi.
When Marzárvan, the magician,
Journeyed westward through Cathay,
Nothing heard he but the praises
Of Badoura on his way.

But the lessening rumor ended
When he came to Khaledan;
There the folk were talking only
Of Prince Camaralzaman.

So it happens with the poets;
Every province hath its own:
Camaralzaman is famous
Where Badoura is unknown!

Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth. Chinese mpire : King-te-tching : China ware.
(From Kéramos)
O'er desert sands, o'er gulf and bay,
O'er Ganges and o'er Himalay,
Bird-like I fly, and flying sing,
To flowery kingdoms of Cathay,
And bird-like poise on balanced wing
Above the town of King-te-tching,
A burning town, or seeming so,—
Three thousand furnaces that glow
Incessantly, and fill the air
With smoke uprising, gyre on gyre,
And painted by the lurid glare,
Of jets and flashes of red fire.

As leaves that in the autumn fall,
Spotted and veined with various hues,
Are swept along the avenues,
And lie in heaps by hedge and wall
So from this grove of chimneys whirled
To all the markets of the world,
These porcelain leaves are wafted on,—
Light yellow leaves with spots and stains
Of violet and of crimson dye,
Or tender azure of a sky
Just washed by gentle April rains,
And beautiful with celadon.

Nor less the coarser household wares,—
The willow pattern, that we knew
In childhood, with its bridge of blue
Leading to unknown thoroughfares;
The solitary man who stares
At the white river flowing through
Its arches, the fantastic trees
And wild perspective of the view;
And intermingled among these
The tiles that in our nurseries
Filled us with wonder and delight,
Or haunted us in dreams at night.

Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth. Chinese empire : Nankin : The porcelain tower.
(From Kéramos)
And yonder by Nankin, behold!
The Tower of Porcelain, strange and old,
Uplifting to the astonished skies
Its ninefold painted balconies,
With balustrades of twining leaves,
And roofs of tile, beneath whose eaves
Hang porcelain bells that all the time
Ring with a soft, melodious chime;
While the whole fabric is ablaze
With varied tints, all fused in one
Great mass of color, like a maze
Of flowers illumined by the sun.

Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth. Chinese empire : Pekin : Kambalu.
(From The Spanish Jew's Tale)
Into the city of Kambalu,
By the road that leadeth to Ispahan,
At the head of his dusty caravan,
Laden with treasure from realms afar,
Baldacca and Kelat and Kandahar,
Rode the great captain Alau.

The Khan from his palace-window gazed,
And saw in the thronging street beneath,
In the light of the setting sun, that blazed
Through the clouds of dust by the caravan raised,
The flash of harness and jewelled sheath,
And the shining scimitars of the guard,
And the weary camels that bared their teeth,
As they passed and passed through the gates unbarred
Into the shade of the palace-yard.

Thus into the city of Kambalu
Rode the great captain Alau;
And he stood before the Khan, and said:
"The enemies of my lord are dead;
All the Kalifs of all the West
Bow and obey thy least behest;
The plains are dark with the mulberry-trees,
The weavers are busy in Samarcand,
The miners are sifting the golden sand,
The divers plunging for pearls in the seas,
And peace and plenty are in the land.

"Baldacca's Kalif, and he alone,
Rose in revolt against thy throne:
His treasures are at thy palace-door,
With the swords and the shawls and the jewels he wore;
His body in dust o’er the desert blown.

"A mile outside of Baldacca's gate
I left my forces to lie in wait,
Concealed by forests and hillocks of sand,
And forward dashed with a handful of men,
To lure the old tiger from his den
Into the ambush I had planned.
Ere we reached the town the alarm was spread,
For we heard the sound of gongs from within;
And with clash of cymbals and warlike din
The gates swung wide; and we turned and fled;
And the garrison sallied forth and pursued,
With the gray old Kalif at their head,
And above them the banner of Mohammed:
So we snared them all, and the town was subdued.

"As in at the gate we rode, behold,
A tower that is called the Tower of Gold!
For there the Kalif had hidden his wealth,
Heaped and hoarded and piled on high,
Like sacks of wheat in a granary;
And thither the miser crept by stealth
To feel of the gold that gave him health,
And to gaze and gloat with his hungry eye
On jewels that gleamed like a glow-worm's spark,
Or the eyes of a panther in the dark.

"I said to the Kalif: 'Thou art old,
Thou hast no need of so much gold.
Thou shouldst not have heaped and hidden it here,
Till the breath of battle was hot and near,
But have sown through the land these useless hoards
To spring into shining blades of swords,
And keep thine honor sweet and clear.
These grains of gold are not grains of wheat;
These bars of silver thou canst not eat;
These jewels and pearls and precious stones
Cannot cure the aches in thy bones,
Nor keep the feet of Death one hour
From climbing the stairways of thy tower!’

"Then into his dungeon I locked the drone,
And left him to feed there all alone
In the honey-cells of his golden hive:
Never a prayer, nor a cry, nor a groan
Was heard from those massive walls of stone,
Nor again was the Kalif seen alive!

"When at last we unlocked the door,
We found him dead upon the floor;
The rings have dropped from his withered hands,
His teeth were like bones in the desert sands:
Still clutching his treasure he had died;
And as he lay there, he appeared
A statue of gold with a silver beard,
His arms outstretched as if crucified.”

This is the story, strange and true,
That the great captain Alau
Told to his brother the Tartar Khan,
When he rode that day into Kambalu
By the road that leadeth to Ispahan.
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