Poems of James Clarence Mangan (Many hitherto uncollected): Centenary edition: Edited, with preface and notes by D. J. O'Donoghue: Introduction by John Mitchel |
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JEALOUSY.
“My darling, tiny, little girl,
I'll give thee jewelled shoes and dresses,
I'll give thee zones of silk and pearl:
And tell me who has combed thy hair?
I'll give thee kisses and caresses,
And say, what youth has combed thy hair?”
I'll give thee jewelled shoes and dresses,
I'll give thee zones of silk and pearl:
And tell me who has combed thy hair?
I'll give thee kisses and caresses,
And say, what youth has combed thy hair?”
“O, by my word! O, by my truth!
O, by the life of Ali Shah!
Aminah knows no other youth.
By all the times that thou hast kissed her,
Her hair was combed by Zillalah,
Her own beloved sister!”
O, by the life of Ali Shah!
Aminah knows no other youth.
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Her hair was combed by Zillalah,
Her own beloved sister!”
“My own, my whitest girl, I vow
I'll bring thee sweetmeats sugared newly;
And tell me, only tell me now,
Who over-darked thine eyes with kohl?”
My white Aminah, tell me truly,
Who over-darked thine eyes with kohl?”
I'll bring thee sweetmeats sugared newly;
And tell me, only tell me now,
Who over-darked thine eyes with kohl?”
My white Aminah, tell me truly,
Who over-darked thine eyes with kohl?”
“O, by my word! O, by my soul!
O, by the soul of Ali Shah!
Myself o'er-darked mine eyes with kohl!
'Twas given me by my own dear mother,
My whitest mother, Fatimah:
I had it from none other.”
O, by the soul of Ali Shah!
Myself o'er-darked mine eyes with kohl!
'Twas given me by my own dear mother,
My whitest mother, Fatimah:
I had it from none other.”
“My playful girl, I'll give thee rings,
And gold, and gems beyond comparing;
I'll give thee thousand costly things!
And say, who bit those lips of thine?
Come, tell what Kuzzilbash so daring
Hath bitten those red lips of thine?”
And gold, and gems beyond comparing;
I'll give thee thousand costly things!
And say, who bit those lips of thine?
Come, tell what Kuzzilbash so daring
Hath bitten those red lips of thine?”
“O, by my love! O, by my life!
'Twas by a bright red rose this morn
Give me by Zayde, my brother's wife,
These guiltless lips of mine were bitten.
(For brightest rose hath sharpest thorn:
This, as thou knowest, is written).”
'Twas by a bright red rose this morn
Give me by Zayde, my brother's wife,
These guiltless lips of mine were bitten.
(For brightest rose hath sharpest thorn:
This, as thou knowest, is written).”
“Thou crafty girl, I know thine art!
Dread thou my wrath: I give thee warning.
But if thou wouldst regain my heart
Speak, tell me who has torn thy shawl!
Say what young Galionjee this morning
Tore thus in twain thy scarlet shawl?
Dread thou my wrath: I give thee warning.
But if thou wouldst regain my heart
Speak, tell me who has torn thy shawl!
Say what young Galionjee this morning
Tore thus in twain thy scarlet shawl?
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“O faithless, truthless, worthless jade!
I have tracked thee, then, thro' all thy lying.
Away! No jewels, no brocade,
No sweetmeats shalt thou have of me.
Away, false girl! thy tears and sighing
Seem worse than even thy lies to be!”
I have tracked thee, then, thro' all thy lying.
Away! No jewels, no brocade,
No sweetmeats shalt thou have of me.
Away, false girl! thy tears and sighing
Seem worse than even thy lies to be!”
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