...Fly to the desert, fly with me, Our Arah tents are rude frvr thee ; But oh! the choice what heart CHH doubt Of tents with love, or thrones without ? Our rocks are rough, but smiling there T h' acacia waves her yellow hair. Lonely and sweet, nor lov'd the less Fur flowering in a wilderness....

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...To screen her sweet face, and politely began. " Fly to the forests, fly with roe, Our English woods are rude for thee. But oh ! the choice what heart can doubt Of glens with love or meads without." She ceas'd, with a look of such confident grace, [face, And display'd...

...light. This * It is to this form of the blossom, I apprehend, that the author of Lalla Rookh alludes : " Our rocks are rough ; but smiling there Th' Acacia waves her yellow Jiair, Lonely and sweet, nor lov'd the less For flow'ring in a wilderness." is particularly the case...

...fairest forms we see, To live with them is far less sweet Than to remember thee, Mary ! THE ARAB MAID. FLY to the desert, fly with me, Our Arab tents are...thrones without ? Our rocks are rough, but smiling there The acacia waves her yellow hair, Lonely and sweet, nor loved the less For flowering in a wilderness....

...were o'er, Too inly touch'd for utterance, Fly to the desert, fly with me, Our Arab tents are rude-for thee ; But oh ! the choice what heart can doubt 'Of...smiling there Th' acacia waves her yellow hair, Lonely and sweet, nor loved the less For flowering in a wilderness. Our sands are bare, but down their slope...

...phrase, by cunning caught and spread, That guilt may reign, and wolves and worms be fed." CHAPTER XII. " Fly to the desert, fly with me, Our Arab tents are rude for thee." — Llalla Rookh. The elopement of Marida being once concerted, they determined to take the earliest...

...the fairy sounds were o'er, Too inly touch'd for utterance, Now motion'd with his hand for more : — Fly to the desert, fly with me, Our Arab tents are...smiling there Th' acacia waves her yellow hair, Lonely and sweet, nor lov'd the less For flowering in a wilderness. Our sands are bare, but down their slope...

...break " The azure calm of Mart*' lake. " ——^— " when the west " Opemher golden bowers of rest." " Our rocks are rough, but smiling there, " Th' acacia waves her yellow hair, " Lonely and sweet, nor lov'd the less, " For flowing in awilderness. " Our sands are rude, but down their slope,...

...vision seems, My spirit that doth fill, I think not they are dreams, But that thou livest still. SONG. FLY to the desert, fly with me, Our Arab tents are...thrones without? Our rocks are rough, but smiling there The acacia waves her yellow hair, Lonely and sweet, nor loved the less For flowing in a wilderness....