The smoke ascended to the clouds, and extending itself along the sea and upon the shore formed a great mist THE YOUNG KING OF THE BLACK ISLES 74 When he came to this part of his narrative the young king could not restrain his tears GULNARE OF THE SEA 86 And she proceeded to burn perfume and repeat spells until the sea foamed and was agitated ALADDIN 106 At the same time the earth, trembling, opened just before the magician, and uncovered a stone, laid horizontally, with a brass ring fixed into the middle PRINCE AGIB 194 And when the boat came to me I found in it a man of brass, with a tablet of lead upon his breast, engraven with names and talismans PRINCE AGIB 202 At the approach of evening I opened the first closet and, entering it, found a mansion like paradise THE CITY OF BRASS 218 And when they had ascended that mountain they saw a city than which eyes had not beheld any greater THE STORY OF ALI BABA AND THE FORTY THIEVES 236 Cassim ... was so alarmed at the danger he was in that the more he endeavoured to remember the word _Sesame_ the more his memory was confounded THE HISTORY OF CODADAD AND HIS BROTHERS 276 As it drew near we saw ten or twelve armed pirates appear on the deck SECOND VOYAGE OF SINBAD 300 The spot where she left me was encompassed on all sides by mountains that seemed to reach above the clouds, and so steep that there was no possibility of getting out of the valley THIRD VOYAGE OF SINBAD 306 Having finished his repast, he returned to his porch, where he lay and fell asleep, snoring louder than thunder THE ARABIAN NIGHTS "When the breeze of a joyful dawn blew free In the silken sail of infancy, The tide of time flow'd back with me, The forward-flowing time of time; And many a sheeny summer morn, Adown the Tigris I was borne, By Bagdat's shrines of fretted gold, High-walled gardens green and old; True Mussulman was I and sworn, For it was in the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid. "Anight my shallop, rustling thro' The low and bloomed foliage, drove The fragrant, glistening deeps, and clove The citron-shadows in the blue: By garden porches on the brim, The costly doors flung open wide, Gold glittering thro' lamplight dim, And broider'd sofas on each side: In sooth it was a goodly time, For it was in the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid." ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON. THE TALKING BIRD, THE SINGING TREE, AND THE GOLDEN WATER