I have not seen Karnak or Philae or Abydos.

This is not the Nile.

I have but heard a song of India, and been boating in a dream." "Philae--Karnak.

Mourn rather that you have not seen the Rameses at Aboo Simbel, looking at which makes it so easy to think of God, the maker of the heavens and earth.

Or why should you mourn at all?
Let us go on to the river; and if I cannot sing"-- she laughed--"because I have said I would not, yet I can tell you stories of Egypt." "Go on! Ay, till morning comes, and the evening, and the next morning!" he said, vehemently.
"Of what shall my stories be?
Of the mathematicians ?" "Oh no." "Of the philosophers ?" "No, no." "Of the magicians and genii ?" "If you will." "Of war ?" "Yes." "Of love ?" "Yes." "I will tell you a cure for love.