And Rustum seized his club, which none but he
Could wield.
—Sohrab and Rustum. M. Arnold.
Girl! nimble with thy feet, not with thy hands!
Curl’d minion, dancer, coiner of sweet words!
Fight, let me hear thy hateful voice no more.
—Ibid.
Thou art not in Afrasiab’s garden now
With Tartar girls, with whom thou art wont to dance;
But on the Oxus sands, and in the dance