Lalla Rookh: An Oriental RomanceM. Thomas, 1817 - 335 páginas |
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... tie For which it lov'd to live or fear'd to die ; - Lorn as the hung - up lute , that ne'er hath spoken Since the sad day its master - chord was broken ! Fond maid , the sorrow of her soul was such THE VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN . 23.
... tie For which it lov'd to live or fear'd to die ; - Lorn as the hung - up lute , that ne'er hath spoken Since the sad day its master - chord was broken ! Fond maid , the sorrow of her soul was such THE VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN . 23.
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... fear or check , ( 6 Luxuriating in hate , avenge my shame , My deep - felt , long - nurst loathing of man's name ! - 46 Soon , at the head of myriads , blind and fierce " As hooded falcons , through the universe " I'll sweep my ...
... fear or check , ( 6 Luxuriating in hate , avenge my shame , My deep - felt , long - nurst loathing of man's name ! - 46 Soon , at the head of myriads , blind and fierce " As hooded falcons , through the universe " I'll sweep my ...
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... fear than one who dwells Beneath the tropics knows of icicles ! But , in those dismal words that reach'd his ear , " Oh my lost soul ! " there was a sound so drear , So like that voice , among the sinful dead , In which the legend o'er ...
... fear than one who dwells Beneath the tropics knows of icicles ! But , in those dismal words that reach'd his ear , " Oh my lost soul ! " there was a sound so drear , So like that voice , among the sinful dead , In which the legend o'er ...
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... fear , hath thoughts too stern for love , " Too rul'd by that cold enemy of bliss " The world calls virtue - we must conquer this ; - " Nay , shrink not , pretty sage ; ' tis not for thee " To scan the mazes of heav'n's mystery . " The ...
... fear , hath thoughts too stern for love , " Too rul'd by that cold enemy of bliss " The world calls virtue - we must conquer this ; - " Nay , shrink not , pretty sage ; ' tis not for thee " To scan the mazes of heav'n's mystery . " The ...
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... fear , And , like a half - tam'd antelope , more near , Though shrinking still , she came ; -then sat her down Upon a musnud's * edge , and bolder grown , In the pathetic mode of ISFAHANT Touch'd a preluding strain , and thus began ...
... fear , And , like a half - tam'd antelope , more near , Though shrinking still , she came ; -then sat her down Upon a musnud's * edge , and bolder grown , In the pathetic mode of ISFAHANT Touch'd a preluding strain , and thus began ...
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Página 57 - 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 160 - 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 ! Now too — the joy most like divine Of all I ever dreamt or knew.
Página 134 - And now — behold him kneeling there By the child's side, in humble prayer, While the same sunbeam shines upon The guilty and the guiltless one, And hymns of joy proclaim through Heaven The triumph of a Soul Forgiven...
Página 129 - 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 252 - Alas — how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love ! Hearts that the world in vain has 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...
Página 118 - 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 ! " Silent that youthful warrior stood — Silent he pointed to the flood All crimson with his country's blood, Then sent his last remaining dart, For answer, to th
Página 130 - Banqueting through the flowery vales ; — And, Jordan, those sweet banks of thine, And woods, so full of nightingales ! But nought can charm the luckless Peri ; Her soul is sad — her wings are weary — Joyless she sees the sun look down On that great Temple, once his own, Whose lonely columns stand sublime, Flinging their shadows from on high, Like dials, which the wizard, Time, Had raised to count his ages by...
Página 121 - Those virgin lilies, all the night Bathing their beauties in the lake, That they may rise more fresh and bright, When their beloved sun's awake...
Página 189 - Sea fruits, that tempt the eye, But turn to ashes on the lips ! 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 Are fading off...
Página 126 - I'd shed it all, To give thy brow one minute's calm. Nay, turn not from me that dear face — Am I not thine — thy own loved bride — The one, the chosen one, whose place In life or death is by thy side ! • Think'st thou that she, whose only light, In this dim world, from thee hath shone, Could bear the long, the cheerless night, That must be hers, when thou art gone ? That I can live, and let thee go, Who art my life itself? — No, no — When the stem dies, the leaf that grew Out of its heart...