Lalla Rookh: An Oriental RomanceLongman, Brown, Green and Longmans, 1854 - 287 sider |
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Side viii
... look'd and smil'd as others do . .- Her hands were join'd , and from each whist By threads of pearl and golden twist Hung relics of the saints of yore , And scraps of talismanic lore , - Charms for the old , the sick , the frail viii ...
... look'd and smil'd as others do . .- Her hands were join'd , and from each whist By threads of pearl and golden twist Hung relics of the saints of yore , And scraps of talismanic lore , - Charms for the old , the sick , the frail viii ...
Side 3
... look from his balcony , the procession moved slowly on the road to Lahore . Seldom had the Eastern world seen a cavalcade so superb . From the gardens in the suburbs to the Imperial palace , it was one unbroken line of splendour . The ...
... look from his balcony , the procession moved slowly on the road to Lahore . Seldom had the Eastern world seen a cavalcade so superb . From the gardens in the suburbs to the Imperial palace , it was one unbroken line of splendour . The ...
Side 20
... look of his ; When but to see him , hear him , breathe the air In which he dwelt was thy soul's fondest prayer ; When round him hung such a perpetual spell , Whate'er he did , none ever did so well . Too happy days ! when , if he touch ...
... look of his ; When but to see him , hear him , breathe the air In which he dwelt was thy soul's fondest prayer ; When round him hung such a perpetual spell , Whate'er he did , none ever did so well . Too happy days ! when , if he touch ...
Side 25
... look and taste of that red bowl Will haunt her till she dies - he bound her soul By a dark oath , in hell's own language fram'd , Never , while earth his mystic presence claim'd , While the blue arch of day hung o'er them both , Never ...
... look and taste of that red bowl Will haunt her till she dies - he bound her soul By a dark oath , in hell's own language fram'd , Never , while earth his mystic presence claim'd , While the blue arch of day hung o'er them both , Never ...
Side 26
... look . oh ! where's the heart so wise Could unbewilder'd meet those matchless eyes ? Quick , restless , strange , but exquisite withal , Like those of angels , just before their fall ; Now shadow'd with the shames of earth By glimpses ...
... look . oh ! where's the heart so wise Could unbewilder'd meet those matchless eyes ? Quick , restless , strange , but exquisite withal , Like those of angels , just before their fall ; Now shadow'd with the shames of earth By glimpses ...
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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.