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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... the genus mimosa , " which droops its branches whenever any person approaches it , seeming as if it saluted those who retire under its shade . ” - Niebuhr . - Sees , call'd up round her by these magic scents 52 LALLA ROOKH .
... the genus mimosa , " which droops its branches whenever any person approaches it , seeming as if it saluted those who retire under its shade . ” - Niebuhr . - Sees , call'd up round her by these magic scents 52 LALLA ROOKH .
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... shade of melancholy , which comes over the youthful maiden's heart , as sweet and transient as her own breath upon a mirror ; nor was it till she heard the lute of FERAMORZ , touched lightly at the door of her pavilion , that she waked ...
... shade of melancholy , which comes over the youthful maiden's heart , as sweet and transient as her own breath upon a mirror ; nor was it till she heard the lute of FERAMORZ , touched lightly at the door of her pavilion , that she waked ...
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... shade , And , as the clash is heard , new legions soon Pour to the spot , like bees of Kauzeroon ? To the shrill timbrel's summons , till , at length , ― The mighty camp swarms out in all its strength , And back to NEKSHEB's gates ...
... shade , And , as the clash is heard , new legions soon Pour to the spot , like bees of Kauzeroon ? To the shrill timbrel's summons , till , at length , ― The mighty camp swarms out in all its strength , And back to NEKSHEB's gates ...
Página 116
... shade - ' tis fill'd - " With burning drugs , for this last hour distill'd ; " There will I plunge me , in that liquid flame " Fit bath to lave a dying Prophet's frame ! — " There perish , all - ere pulse of thine shall fail — " Nor ...
... shade - ' tis fill'd - " With burning drugs , for this last hour distill'd ; " There will I plunge me , in that liquid flame " Fit bath to lave a dying Prophet's frame ! — " There perish , all - ere pulse of thine shall fail — " Nor ...
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Thomas Moore. For the last time knelt down- and , though the shade Of death hung darkening over him , there play'd A gleam of rapture on his eye and cheek , That brighten'd even Death - like the last streak Of intense glory on the ...
Thomas Moore. For the last time knelt down- and , though the shade Of death hung darkening over him , there play'd A gleam of rapture on his eye and cheek , That brighten'd even Death - like the last streak Of intense glory on the ...
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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...