Journeys through Bookland : a new and original plan for reading applied to the world's best literature for children . uksh, the horse, Who stood at hand, utterd a dreadful cry;— No horses cry was that, most like the roar Of some paind desert lion, who all day Hath traird the hunters javelin in his side, And comes at night to die upon the sand. The two hosts heard that cry, and quaked for fear. And Oxus curdled as it crossd his stream. But Sohrab heard, and quaild not, but rushd on, And struck again; and again Rustum bowd His head; but this time all the blade, like glass, Sprang in a thousand s
Journeys through Bookland : a new and original plan for reading applied to the world's best literature for children . uksh, the horse, Who stood at hand, utterd a dreadful cry;— No horses cry was that, most like the roar Of some paind desert lion, who all day Hath traird the hunters javelin in his side, And comes at night to die upon the sand. The two hosts heard that cry, and quaked for fear. And Oxus curdled as it crossd his stream. But Sohrab heard, and quaild not, but rushd on, And struck again; and again Rustum bowd His head; but this time all the blade, like glass, Sprang in a thousand shivers on the helm. And in the hand the hilt remaind alone. Then Rustum raised his head; his dreadful eyes Glared, and he shook on high his menacing spear, And shouted: Rustum!—Sohrab heard that shout, And shrank amazed: back he recoild one step. And scannd with blinking eyes the advancing form; And then he stood bewilderd, and he droppd SOHRAB AND RUSTUM 191 His covering shield, and the spear pierced his reeld, and, staggering hack, sank to the ground;And then the gloom dispersed, and the wind fell,. THE SPEAR RENT THE TOUGH PLATES And the bright sun broke forth, and melted allThe cloud; and the two armies saw the pair— 19. In the Shah Xameh Rustum overpowers Sohrab and slays himby his superior power and skill. Arnold takes the more poetic viewthat Sohrabs arm is powerless when he hears his fathers name. 192 SOHRAB AND RUSTUM Saw Rustum standing, safe upon his feet,And Sohrab, wounded, on the bloody sand. Then, with a bitter smile, Rustum began:—Sohrab, thou thoughtest in thy mind to killA Persian lord this day, and strip his corpse,And bear thy trophies to Afrasiabs tent;Or else that the great Rustum would come downHimself to light, and that thy wiles would moveHis heart to take a gift, and let thee go;And then that all the Tartar host would praiseThy courage or thy craft, and spread thy fame,To glad thy father in his weak old , thou art slain, and by
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