"Also a young man that wist not of the Dragon went out of a ship and went through the isle
till he came to a castle.
There is an isle
in the sea--not far from the Happy Isles
of Zarathustra-- on which a volcano ever smoketh; of which isle
the people, and especially the old women amongst them, say that it is placed as a rock before the gate of the nether-world; but that through the volcano itself the narrow way leadeth downwards which conducteth to this gate.
At this I scratched my head, but had still no notion of the truth: until at last I came to a rising ground, and it burst upon me all in a moment that I was cast upon a little barren isle
, and cut off on every side by the salt seas.
Even in the country, even within sight of that mysterious isle
, legends and traditions consecrate its wonders.
, that from the fairest of all flowers, Thy gentlest of all gentle names dost take How many memories of what radiant hours At sight of thee and thine at once awake!
The author embarks with the patriarch, narrowly escapes shipwreck near the isle
of Socotora; enters the Arabian Gulf, and the Red Sea.
Although the stranger's name and rank were unknown to Rosalie's father, he was really the son of the King of the Golden Isle
, which had for capital a city that extended from one sea to another.
102-114) But the goddesses sent out Iris from the well-set isle
to bring Eilithyia, promising her a great necklace strung with golden threads, nine cubits long.
His skin was not more burned than it had been at Grand Isle
. She found in his eyes, when he looked at her for one silent moment, the same tender caress, with an added warmth and entreaty which had not been there before the same glance which had penetrated to the sleeping places of her soul and awakened them.
When gliding by the Bashee isles
we emerged at last upon the great South Sea; were it not for other things, I could have greeted my dear Pacific with uncounted thanks, for now the long supplication of my youth was answered; that serene ocean rolled eastwards from me a thousand leagues of blue.
You must know, sire, that my father was Mahmoud, the king of this country, the Black Isles
, so called from the four little mountains which were once islands, while the capital was the place where now the great lake lies.
But, all the same, the reader will admit that it must be lonely for me, and not another sister left to take pity on me, all somewhere happily settled down in the Fortunate Isles