Lalla Rookh: An Oriental RomanceLongman, Brown, Green and Longmans, 1854 - 287 sider |
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Side xiii
... dear Moore , your lays are sung , ( Can it be true , you lucky man ? ) By moonlight , in the Persian tongue , Along the streets of Ispahan . " That some knowledge of the work may have really reached that region , appears not improbable ...
... dear Moore , your lays are sung , ( Can it be true , you lucky man ? ) By moonlight , in the Persian tongue , Along the streets of Ispahan . " That some knowledge of the work may have really reached that region , appears not improbable ...
Side 12
... dear a death ! In hatred to the Caliph's hue of night , * Their vesture , helms and all , is snowy white ; Their weapons various some equipp'd for speed , With javelins of the light Kathaian reed ; † Or bows of buffalo horn and shining ...
... dear a death ! In hatred to the Caliph's hue of night , * Their vesture , helms and all , is snowy white ; Their weapons various some equipp'd for speed , With javelins of the light Kathaian reed ; † Or bows of buffalo horn and shining ...
Side 15
... dear land , Full of those dreams of good that , vainly grand , Haunt the young heart , —proud views of human - kind , Of men to Gods exalted and refin'd , — - False views , like that horizon's fair deceit , Where earth and heav'n but ...
... dear land , Full of those dreams of good that , vainly grand , Haunt the young heart , —proud views of human - kind , Of men to Gods exalted and refin'd , — - False views , like that horizon's fair deceit , Where earth and heav'n but ...
Side 20
... dear look became thy own , - Thy voice like his , the changes of his face In thine reflected with still lovelier grace , Like echo , sending back sweet music , fraught With twice the ' aërial sweetness it had brought ! Yet now he comes ...
... dear look became thy own , - Thy voice like his , the changes of his face In thine reflected with still lovelier grace , Like echo , sending back sweet music , fraught With twice the ' aërial sweetness it had brought ! Yet now he comes ...
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... dear form came rushing o'er her mind ; But oh ! to think how deep her soul had gone In shame and falsehood since those moments shone ; And , then , her oath - there madness lay again , And , shuddering , back she sunk into her chain ...
... dear form came rushing o'er her mind ; But oh ! to think how deep her soul had gone In shame and falsehood since those moments shone ; And , then , her oath - there madness lay again , And , shuddering , back she sunk into her chain ...
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angels Arab AZIM beautiful beneath bird blest bliss blood bowers breath breath'd bright brow Bucharia burning Caliph called Cashmere charm cheek D'Herbelot dark dead dear death deep Delhi delightful dread dream e'er earth ev'n eyes FADLADEEN falchion FERAMORZ FERDOSI FERISHTA fire flame flowers gardens GAZNA Ghebers glory gold golden HAFED Haram hath heart heaven holy hour hung hyæna Indian IRAN's Khorassan King Koran La Péri Lahore Lake LALLA ROOKH light lips look look'd lov'd lover lute maid minaret MOKANNA moonlight Moslem mountain Naphtha never night NOURMAHAL o'er pass'd PERI Persian poet Princess pure round SCOTT WARing seem'd shining Shiraz shone sigh skies slave sleep smile soul sound sparkling spirit star stood sweet sword Tahmuras tears thee thine thou thought throne Tibet tree turn'd Twas veil voice warm wave wild wings wretch young youth ZELICA Zoroaster
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Side 245 - 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...
Side 253 - 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...
Side 132 - And how felt he, the wretched man Reclining there, while memory ran O'er many a year of guilt and strife, — Flew o'er the dark flood of his life, Nor found one sunny resting-place, Nor brought him back one branch of grace. "There was a time," he said, in mild, Heart-humbled tones, "thou blessed child!
Side 187 - 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...
Side 55 - 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...
Side 197 - How calm, how beautiful comes on The stilly hour when storms are gone, When warring winds have died away, And clouds, beneath the glancing ray, Melt off, and leave the land and sea Sleeping in bright tranquillity...
Side 124 - 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...
Side 133 - 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...
Side 130 - 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.
Side 124 - tis sweet to me ! There, drink my tears, while yet they fall, — Would that my bosom's blood were balm, And, well thou know'st, I'd shed it all, To give thy brow one minute's calm.