Lalla Rookh: An Oriental RomanceT.Y. Crowell & Company, 1888 - 290 sider |
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... twas sacred from that hour ; When thou didst study him till every tone And gesture and 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 ...
... twas sacred from that hour ; When thou didst study him till every tone And gesture and 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 ...
Side 35
... twas a lustre , strange , unreal , wild ; And when she sung to her lute's touching strain , ' Twas like the notes , half ecstasy , half pain , 47 The bulbul utters , ere her soul depart , When , vanquish'd by some minstrel's powerful ...
... twas a lustre , strange , unreal , wild ; And when she sung to her lute's touching strain , ' Twas like the notes , half ecstasy , half pain , 47 The bulbul utters , ere her soul depart , When , vanquish'd by some minstrel's powerful ...
Side 37
... Twas from a brilliant banquet , where the sound Of poesy and music breath'd around , Together picturing to her mind and ear The glories of that heaven , her destin'd sphere , Where all was pure , where every stain that lay Upon the ...
... Twas from a brilliant banquet , where the sound Of poesy and music breath'd around , Together picturing to her mind and ear The glories of that heaven , her destin'd sphere , Where all was pure , where every stain that lay Upon the ...
Side 44
... twas from her , whom nought could dim Or sink till now , it startled even him . " Ha , my fair Priestess ! " - thus , with ready wile , The impostor turn'd to greet her— " thou , whose smile Hath inspiration in its rosy beam Beyond the ...
... twas from her , whom nought could dim Or sink till now , it startled even him . " Ha , my fair Priestess ! " - thus , with ready wile , The impostor turn'd to greet her— " thou , whose smile Hath inspiration in its rosy beam Beyond the ...
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... twas like a sweet dream , To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song . That bower and its music I never forget , But oft when alone in the bloom of the year , I think is the nightingale singing there yet ? - Are the roses still bright ...
... twas like a sweet dream , To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song . That bower and its music I never forget , But oft when alone in the bloom of the year , I think is the nightingale singing there yet ? - Are the roses still bright ...
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angel Arab beautiful beneath bird blest bliss blood blue damsel bowers breath bright brow Bucharia burning CALIPH called Cashmere charm cheek D'Herbelot dark dead dear death deep Delhi delightful dread dream e'en e'er earth eyes FADLADEEN falchion FERAMORZ Ferdosi Ferishta fire flame flowers gardens GAZNA Ghebers glory gold golden groves HAFED Haram hath heart Heaven holy hour hung hyæna Indian IRAN's ISFAHAN isle Khorassan King Koran la Péri Lake LALLA ROOKH light lips live look look'd lov'd lover lute maid MOKANNA moonlight Moslem mountain naphtha never night Note NOURMAHAL o'er PERI Persian poet Princess pure roses round seem'd shining Shiraz shone sigh skies slave sleep Sleeping in light smile soul sparkling spirit star stood sweet sword Tahmuras tears thee thine thou throne Tibet tree turn'd twas veil warm wave wild wings wretch young youth ZELICA