Collected papers of Miss Beauchamp

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Letters from a Divan

1. The Harem.


A divan in a harem, peace, seclusion, rest an

atmosphere of grace! Too far to be found by those whose

pleasure lies in the noisy crowded town, but easily attained

by those who seek, needing its beauty, the beauty of hidden

things. Approach it by a winding street, uphill,

past overhanging, overlapping houses that try from either

side to touch each other, 'tis but a mile; at first barely

a track through devastation and ruin left by a great

fire; then it becomes a street again, and in the 

quarter beyond chaos leads steeply past a mosque, to

the city boundary, lovely remains of old Venetian walls, 

a gate of mystery, and then bare rolling hills, 

melancholy and more mysterious. 

The harem is scarce so far, a double door leads

from the street below the mosque into a narrow

paved courtyard with an old well in the corner, and

another door under the porter's lodge, from which all

coming visitors can be watched. Open that door

and enter another world, wherein the sounds of the

street are lost: a paved garden wherein limes,

roses, syringa, sweeten the air: vines, figs,

pomegranates bear abundant fruit. 

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Letters from a Divan

1. The Harem.


A divan in a harem, peace, seclusion, rest an

atmosphere of grace! Too far to be found by those whose

pleasure lies in the noisy crowded town, but easily attained

by those who seek, needing its beauty, the beauty of hidden

things. Approach it by a winding street, uphill,

past overhanging, overlapping houses that try from either

side to touch each other, 'tis but a mile; at first barely

a track through devastation and ruin left by a great

fire; then it becomes a street again, and in the 

quarter beyond chaos leads steeply past a mosque, to

the city boundary, lovely remains of old Venetian walls, 

a gate of mystery, and then bare rolling hills, 

melancholy and more mysterious. 

The harem is scarce so far, a double door leads

from the street below the mosque into a narrow

paved courtyard with an old well in the corner, and

another door under the porter's lodge, from which all

coming visitors can be watched. Open that door

and enter another world, wherein the sounds of the

street are lost: a paved garden wherein limes,

roses, syringa, sweeten the air: vines, figs,

pomegranates bear abundant fruit. 


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  • August 2, 2019 16:51:22 Thomas A. Lingner

    Letters from a Divan

    1. The Harem.


    A divan in a harem, peace, seclusion, rest an

    atmosphere of grace! Too far to be found by those whose

    pleasure lies in the noisy crowded town, but easily attained

    by those who seek, needing its beauty, the beauty of hidden

    things. Approach it by a winding street, uphill,

    past overhanging, overlapping houses that try from either

    side to touch each other, 'tis but a mile; at first barely

    a track through devastation and ruin left by a great

    fire; then it becomes a street again, and in the 

    quarter beyond chaos leads steeply past a mosque, to

    the city boundary, lovely remains of old Venetian walls, 

    a gate of mystery, and then bare rolling hills, 

    melancholy and more mysterious. 

    The harem is scarce so far, a double door leads

    from the street below the mosque into a narrow

    paved courtyard with an old well in the corner, and

    another door under the porter's lodge, from which all

    coming visitors can be watched. Open that door

    and enter another world, wherein the sounds of the

    street are lost: a paved garden wherein limes,

    roses, syringa, sweeten the air: vines, figs,

    pomegranates bear abundant fruit. 

  • March 14, 2018 12:26:30 Jessica Adkins

    Letters from a Divan

    1. The Harem.


    A divan in a harem, peace, seclusion, rest all an

    atmosphere of grace! Too far to be found by those whose

    pleasure lies in the noisy crowded town, but easily attained

    by those who seek, needing its beauty, the beauty of hidden

    things. The Approach it by a winding street, uphill,

    past overhanding, overlapping houses that try from either

    side to touch the each other, 'tis but a mile; at first barely

    a track through devastation and ruin left by the a great

    fire; then it becomes a street again, and in the 

    quarter beyond chaos leads steeply past a mosque, to

    the city boundary, lovely remains of old Venetian walls, 

    a gate of mystery, and then bare rolling hills, 

    melancholy and more mysterious. 

    The harem is scarce so far, a double door leads

    from the street below the mosque into a narrow

    paved courtyard with an old well in the corner, and

    another door under the porter's lodge, from which all

    coming visitors can be watched. Open that door

    and enter another world, wherein the sounds of the

    street are lost: a paved garden wherein limes,

    roses, syringa, sweeten the air: vines, figs,

    pomegranates bear abundant fruit. 


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