Lalla Rookh: An Oriental RomanceLongman, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1842 - 278 páginas |
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... thee , young warrior , welcome ! -thou hast yet " Some tasks to learn , some frailties to forget , " Ere the white war - plume o'er thy brow can wave ; 66 But , once my own , mine all till in the grave ! " The pomp is at an end - the ...
... thee , young warrior , welcome ! -thou hast yet " Some tasks to learn , some frailties to forget , " Ere the white war - plume o'er thy brow can wave ; 66 But , once my own , mine all till in the grave ! " The pomp is at an end - the ...
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... thee ; No - dread , unlook'd for , like a visitant From the ' other world , he comes as if to haunt Thy guilty soul with dreams of lost delight , Long lost to all but memory's aching sight : - Sad dreams ! as when the Spirit of our ...
... thee ; No - dread , unlook'd for , like a visitant From the ' other world , he comes as if to haunt Thy guilty soul with dreams of lost delight , Long lost to all but memory's aching sight : - Sad dreams ! as when the Spirit of our ...
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... thee dark , thou hadst an amulet In the lov❜d image , graven on thy heart , Which would have sav'd thee from the tempter's art , And kept alive , in all its bloom of breath , That purity , whose fading is love's death ! - But lost ...
... thee dark , thou hadst an amulet In the lov❜d image , graven on thy heart , Which would have sav'd thee from the tempter's art , And kept alive , in all its bloom of breath , That purity , whose fading is love's death ! - But lost ...
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... thee ! But though light came , it came but partially ; Enough to show the maze , in which thy sense Wander'd about , but not to guide it thence ; - Enough to glimmer o'er the yawning wave , But not to point the harbour which might save ...
... thee ! But though light came , it came but partially ; Enough to show the maze , in which thy sense Wander'd about , but not to guide it thence ; - Enough to glimmer o'er the yawning wave , But not to point the harbour which might save ...
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... thee ? without thee " How dull were power , how joyless victory ! 66 Though borne by angels , if that smile of 46 LALLA ROOKH .
... thee ? without thee " How dull were power , how joyless victory ! 66 Though borne by angels , if that smile of 46 LALLA ROOKH .
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Términos y frases comunes
Acbar angels Arab AZIM beautiful beneath bird blest bliss blood bowers breath breath'd bride bright brow Bucharia burning Caliph called Cashmere charm cheek D'Herbelot dark dead dear death deep Delhi dread dream e'er earth EDWARD CORBOULD ev'n eyes FADLADEEN falchion FERAMORZ Ferdosi Ferishta fire flame flowers gardens Genii Ghebers glory gold HAFED Haram hath heart Heaven holy hour hung hyæna India Indian IRAN IRAN's Khorassan King Koran Lahore Lake LALLA ROOKH light lips look look'd lov'd lover lute maid MOKANNA moonlight mountain Naphtha never night NOURMAHAL o'er pass'd PERI Persian poet Princess pure round seem'd shining Shiraz shone sigh skies slave sleep smile soul sound sparkling spirit star stood sunk sweet sword Tahmuras tears thee thine thou throne Tibet Transoxiania trees turn'd twas veil wandering warm wave weep wild wings wretch young youth ZELICA
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Página 258 - His country's curse, his children's shame. Outcast of virtue, peace, and fame. May he, at last, with lips of flame On the parch'd desert thirsting die, — While lakes that shone in mockery nigh...
Página 167 - Some flow'rets of Eden ye still inherit, But the trail of the serpent is over them all!
Página 179 - Soften'd his spirit,) look'd and lay, Watching the rosy infant's play : Though still, whene'er his eye by chance Fell on the boy's, its lurid glance Met that unclouded, joyous gaze, As torches, that have burnt all night Through some impure and godless rite, Encounter morning's glorious rays. But hark ! the vesper-call to prayer, As slow the orb of day-light sets, Is rising sweetly on the air, From Syria's thousand minarets...
Página 163 - Oh ! if there be, on this earthly sphere, " A boon, an offering Heaven holds dear, ' 'Tis the last libation Liberty draws " From the heart that bleeds and breaks in her cause...
Página 168 - Just then beneath some orange trees, Whose fruit and blossoms in the breeze Were wantoning together, free, Like age at play with infancy — Beneath that fresh and springing bower, Close by the lake she heard the moan Of one who at this silent hour, Had thither...
Página 164 - And sleek'd her plumage at the fountains Of that Egyptian tide, — whose birth Is hidden from the sons of earth, Deep in those solitary woods, Where oft the Genii of the Floods Dance round the Cradle of their Nile, And hail the New-born Giant's smile!
Página 182 - Man reclining there — while memory ran o'er many a year of guilt and strife, flew o'er the dark flood of his life, nor found one sunny resting-place, nor brought him back one branch of grace !
Página 75 - twas like a sweet dream To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song. That bower and its music I never forget, But oft when alone, in the bloom of the year, I think — is the nightingale singing there yet ? Are the roses still bright by the calm Bendemeer...
Página 271 - How calm, how beautiful comes on The stilly hour, when storms are gone ; When warring winds have died away, And clouds, beneath the glancing ray, Melt off, and leave the land and sea Sleeping in bright tranquillity...
Página 160 - The fig-tree, not that kind for fruit renown'd, But such as, at this day, to Indians known, In Malabar or Decan spreads her arms, Branching so broad and long, that in the ground The bended twigs take root, and daughters grow About the mother tree, a pillar'd shade, High overarch'd, and echoing walks between...