The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore: Lalla RookhLongman, Orme, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1841 |
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... tears , floods of tears , Long frozen at her heart , but now like rills Let loose in spring - time from the snowy hills , And gushing warm , after a sleep of frost , Through valleys where their flow had long been lost . Sad and subdued ...
... tears , floods of tears , Long frozen at her heart , but now like rills Let loose in spring - time from the snowy hills , And gushing warm , after a sleep of frost , Through valleys where their flow had long been lost . Sad and subdued ...
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... tears , " And find those tears warm as when last they started , " Those sacred kisses pure as when we parted . " O my own life ! - why should a single day , " A moment keep me from those arms away ? " While thus he thinks , still nearer ...
... tears , " And find those tears warm as when last they started , " Those sacred kisses pure as when we parted . " O my own life ! - why should a single day , " A moment keep me from those arms away ? " While thus he thinks , still nearer ...
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... tear that shows When passion is nigh , As the rain - drop flows From the heat of the sky ; By the first love - beat Of the youthful heart , By the bliss to meet , And the pain to part ; By all that thou hast To mortals given , Which oh ...
... tear that shows When passion is nigh , As the rain - drop flows From the heat of the sky ; By the first love - beat Of the youthful heart , By the bliss to meet , And the pain to part ; By all that thou hast To mortals given , Which oh ...
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... tears , to thee at parting given , Pure as they weep , if angels weep , in Heaven . Think , in her own still bower she waits thee now , With the same glow of heart and bloom of brow , Yet shrin'd in solitude -thine all , thine only ...
... tears , to thee at parting given , Pure as they weep , if angels weep , in Heaven . Think , in her own still bower she waits thee now , With the same glow of heart and bloom of brow , Yet shrin'd in solitude -thine all , thine only ...
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... tears upon his cheek . - -- more A strange emotion stirs within him , Than mere compassion ever wak'd before ; " Deep blue is their mourning colour . " - Hanway . Unconsciously he opes his arms , while she Springs forward VEILED PROPHET ...
... tears upon his cheek . - -- more A strange emotion stirs within him , Than mere compassion ever wak'd before ; " Deep blue is their mourning colour . " - Hanway . Unconsciously he opes his arms , while she Springs forward VEILED PROPHET ...
Términos y frases comunes
angels AZIM bark beauteous beautiful beneath bird blest bliss blood bowers breath bright brow burning Caliph calm Cashmere charm D'Herbelot dark dead dear death deep Delhi dread dream e'er earth ev'n eyes FADLADEEN falchion FERAMORZ Ferdosi Ferishta fierce fire flame flowers Ghebers gleam glory Greek fire HAFED Haram hath heart heaven Holy hour hung hyæna India IRAN's Khorassan Koran La Péri Lahore LALLA ROOKH light lips live look look'd lov'd lute maid MOKANNA moonlight Moslem mountain Naphtha never night o'er once Paradise pass'd PERI Persian Persian Gulf poet Princess pure round ruin'd says seem'd shining Shiraz shone sigh skies slave sleep smile soul spirit star stood story sunk sweet sword Tahmuras tears thee thine thou throne Tibet towers tree turn'd Twas veil vengeance warrior wave weep wild wings wretch young youth ZELICA Zoroaster 米米 米米米
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Página 218 - Oh, ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay ; I never loved a tree or flower But 'twas the first to fade away ; I never nursed a dear gazelle, To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die.
Página 78 - And a dew was distill'd from their flowers that gave All the fragrance of summer, when summer was gone. Thus memory draws from delight, ere it dies, , An essence that breathes of it many a year ; Thus bright to my soul, as 'twas then to my eyes, Is that bower on the banks of the calm Bendemeer...
Página 78 - 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 180 - 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 daylight sets, Is rising sweetly on the air, From Syria's thousand minarets...
Página 176 - 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 177 - Of ruin'd shrines, busy and bright, As they were all alive with light; — And, yet more splendid, numerous flocks Of pigeons, settling on the rocks, With their rich restless wings, that gleam Variously in the crimson beam Of the warm west — as if inlaid With brilliants from the mine, or made Of tearless rainbows, such as span The unclouded skies of Peristan.
Página 156 - Mid flowers that never shall fade or fall ; Though mine are the gardens of earth and sea, And the stars themselves have flowers for me. One blossom of Heaven outblooms them all ! " Though sunny the Lake of cool Cashmere, With its plane-tree Isle reflected clear, And sweetly the founts of that Valley fall ; Though bright are the waters of...
Página 169 - Some flow'rets of Eden ye still inherit, But the trail of the serpent is over them all!
Página 179 - 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. Then swift his haggard brow he turn~d To the fair child, who fearless sat, Though never yet hath daybeam burn'd Upon a brow more fierce than that...
Página 180 - Upon a brow more fierce than that, — Sullenly fierce — a mixture dire, Like thunder-clouds of gloom and fire, In which the Peri's eye could read Dark tales of many a ruthless deed ; The...