Araby

It was a warm, delicious summer evening, and the smell of the pine forests was as rich as gales of Araby to the poor emigrants.

By comparison with the fragrances here that in the saloon seemed a breeze from Araby the Blest.

He seemed awfully kind that evening, telling her "tales of Araby," and saying nothing which would shock her father.

Araby, the land of manna and milk—of black-eyed women—of horses that champ strange bits.

She suddenly felt his lips on her neck again as she gazed rapidly at the dark lift on the horizon of the coast of Araby.