Lalla Rookh: An Oriental RomanceT.Y. Crowell & Company, 1888 - 290 sider |
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... once , by luckless chance , he knew She look'd and smil'd as others do ? Her hands were join'd , and from each wrist By threads of pearl and golden twist Hung relics of the saints of yore , And scraps of talismanic lore , - Charms for ...
... once , by luckless chance , he knew She look'd and smil'd as others do ? Her hands were join'd , and from each wrist By threads of pearl and golden twist Hung relics of the saints of yore , And scraps of talismanic lore , - Charms for ...
Side 14
... once asked by Colonel Ws , the historian of British India , " whether it was true that Moore had never been in the East ? " " Never , " answered Mackintosh . " Well , that shows me , " replied Colonel W - s , " that reading over D ...
... once asked by Colonel Ws , the historian of British India , " whether it was true that Moore had never been in the East ? " " Never , " answered Mackintosh . " Well , that shows me , " replied Colonel W - s , " that reading over D ...
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... once in her life seen a poet from behind the screens of gauze in her Father's hall , and had conceived from that specimen no very favorable ideas of the Caste , expected but little in this new exhibition . to interest her ; she felt ...
... once in her life seen a poet from behind the screens of gauze in her Father's hall , and had conceived from that specimen no very favorable ideas of the Caste , expected but little in this new exhibition . to interest her ; she felt ...
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... once his faith , his sword , his soul obey'd The inspiring summons ; every chosen blade That fought beneath that banner's sacred text Seem'd doubly edg'd , for this world and the next ; And ne'er did Faith with her smooth bandage bind ...
... once his faith , his sword , his soul obey'd The inspiring summons ; every chosen blade That fought beneath that banner's sacred text Seem'd doubly edg'd , for this world and the next ; And ne'er did Faith with her smooth bandage bind ...
Side 32
... once my own , mine all till in the grave ! " The pomp is at an end the crowds are gone . Each ear and heart still haunted by the tone Of that deep voice , which thrill'd like ALLA's own ! The Young all dazzled by the plumes and lances ...
... once my own , mine all till in the grave ! " The pomp is at an end the crowds are gone . Each ear and heart still haunted by the tone Of that deep voice , which thrill'd like ALLA's own ! The Young all dazzled by the plumes and lances ...
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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