Lalla RookhMilner and Sowerby, 1817 - 184 páginas Written on the rectos (with some additions on the versos) of 118 p., with corrections and revisions by the author throughout. |
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... sounds of dread Fell withering on her soul , " Azım is dead ! ” Oh grief , beyond all other griefs , when fate First leaves the young heart lone and desolate In the wide world , without that only tie For which it lov'd to live or fear'd ...
... sounds of dread Fell withering on her soul , " Azım is dead ! ” Oh grief , beyond all other griefs , when fate First leaves the young heart lone and desolate In the wide world , without that only tie For which it lov'd to live or fear'd ...
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... Frenzy but fiercer burns ; That extacy , which from the depth of sadness Glares like the maniac's moon , whose light is madness ! ' Twas from a brilliant banquet , where the sound THE VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN . 25.
... Frenzy but fiercer burns ; That extacy , which from the depth of sadness Glares like the maniac's moon , whose light is madness ! ' Twas from a brilliant banquet , where the sound THE VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN . 25.
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Thomas Moore. ' Twas from a brilliant banquet , where the sound Of poesy and music breath'd around , Together picturing to her mind and ear The glories of that heav'n , her destin'd sphere , Where all was pure , where every stain that ...
Thomas Moore. ' Twas from a brilliant banquet , where the sound Of poesy and music breath'd around , Together picturing to her mind and ear The glories of that heav'n , her destin'd sphere , Where all was pure , where every stain that ...
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... sound ones too , " Seen , heard , attested , every thing but true . - " Your preaching zealots , too inspir'd to seek " One grace of meaning for the things they speak ; " Your martyrs , ready to shed out their blood " For truths too ...
... sound ones too , " Seen , heard , attested , every thing but true . - " Your preaching zealots , too inspir'd to seek " One grace of meaning for the things they speak ; " Your martyrs , ready to shed out their blood " For truths too ...
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... sound so drear , So like that voice , among the sinful dead , In which the legend o'er Hell's Gate is read , That , new as ' twas from her , whom nought could dim Or sink till now , it startled even him . " Ha , my fair Priestess ...
... sound so drear , So like that voice , among the sinful dead , In which the legend o'er Hell's Gate is read , That , new as ' twas from her , whom nought could dim Or sink till now , it startled even him . " Ha , my fair Priestess ...
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angels Arab beautiful beneath bird blest bliss blood bowers breath breath'd bright brow burning Caliph called Cashmere charm cheek D'Herbelot dark dead dear death deep Delhi dread dream e'er earth ev'n eyes FADLADEEN falchion FERAMORZ Ferdosi Ferishta fire flame flowers gardens GAZNA Ghebers gleam glory gold golden Greek fire HAFED Haram hath heart heaven holy hour hung hyæna Indian IRAN's Khorassan King Koran Lake LALLA ROOKH light lips look look'd lov'd lover lute maid MOKANNA moonlight Moslem mountain Naptha never night NOURMAHAL o'er PERI Persian Princess pure round seem'd shade shining SHIRAZ shone sigh skies slave sleep smile soul sound sparkling spirit star stood sunk sweet sword Tahmuras tears thee thine thou thought throne Tibet towers Transoxiania tree turn'd twas veil warm wave Waved plates wild wings wretch young youth ZELICA
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Página 63 - There's a bower of roses by BENDEMEER'S§ stream, And the nightingale sings round it all the day long ; In the time of my childhood 'twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song.
Página 155 - mid the roses lay, She saw a wearied man dismount From his hot steed, and on the brink Of a small imaret's rustic fount Impatient fling him down to drink.
Página 154 - Cheer'd by this hope she bends her thither ; — Still laughs the radiant eye of Heaven, Nor have the golden bowers of Even In the rich West begun to wither ; — When, o'er the vale of BALBEC winging Slowly, she sees a child at play, Among the rosy wild flowers singing, As rosy and as wild as they ; Chasing, with eager hands and eyes, The beautiful blue damsel-flies...
Página 151 - Now, upon Syria's land of roses Softly the light of Eve reposes, And, like a glory, the broad sun Hangs over sainted Lebanon ; Whose head in wintry grandeur towers, And whitens with eternal sleet, While summer, in a vale of flowers, Is sleeping rosy at his feet.
Página 295 - WHO has not heard of the Vale of Cashmere, With its roses the brightest that earth ever gave, Its temples, and grottos, and fountains as clear As the love-lighted eyes that hang over their wave...
Página 159 - Twas a bright smile the Angel threw From Heaven's gate, to hail that tear Her harbinger of glory near ! "Joy, joy for ever! my task is done — The Gates are pass'd, and Heaven is won...
Página 156 - Lisping th' eternal name of God From purity's own cherub mouth, And looking, while his hands and eyes Are lifted to the glowing skies, Like a stray babe of Paradise, Just lighted on that flowery plain, And seeking for its home again...
Página 155 - 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 139 - Downward the Peri turns her gaze, And through the war-field's bloody haze Beholds a youthful warrior stand Alone beside his native river, The red blade broken in his hand And the last arrow in his quiver. " Live," said the conqueror, " live to share The trophies and the crowns I bear...
Página 304 - Alas ! — how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love ! Hearts that the world in vain had tried, And sorrow but more closely tied ; That stood the storm, when waves were rough, Yet in a sunny hour fall off, Like ships that have gone down at sea, When heaven was all tranquillity...