Lalla Rookh: An Oriental RomanceLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1817 - 405 sider The daughter of the Mughal emperor is engaged to the young king of Bactria. She goes to meet him, but falls in love with a poet she meets on the way. As Lalla Rookh enters the palace of her bridegroom she is delighted to find that the poet of her affection was none other than the prince to whom she was engaged. |
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... Cashmere , rested for a short time at Delhi on his way . He was entertained by Aurungzebe in a style of magnificent hospitality , worthy alike of the visitor and the host , and was afterwards escorted with the same splendour to Surat ...
... Cashmere , rested for a short time at Delhi on his way . He was entertained by Aurungzebe in a style of magnificent hospitality , worthy alike of the visitor and the host , and was afterwards escorted with the same splendour to Surat ...
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... Cashmere ; where the young King , as soon as the cares of empire would permit , was to meet , for the first time , his lovely bride , and , after a few months ' repose in that enchanting valley , conduct her over the snowy hills into ...
... Cashmere ; where the young King , as soon as the cares of empire would permit , was to meet , for the first time , his lovely bride , and , after a few months ' repose in that enchanting valley , conduct her over the snowy hills into ...
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... Cashmere in their turbans , and the small silver - rimmed kettle - drums at the bows of their saddles ; the costly armour of their cavaliers , who vied , on this occasion , with the guards of the great Keder Khan , in the brightness of ...
... Cashmere in their turbans , and the small silver - rimmed kettle - drums at the bows of their saddles ; the costly armour of their cavaliers , who vied , on this occasion , with the guards of the great Keder Khan , in the brightness of ...
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... was a young poet of Cashmere , much cele- brated throughout the Valley for his manner of reciting the Stories of the East , on whom his Royal Master had conferred the privilege of being admitted to the pavilion of 6 LALLA ROOKH .
... was a young poet of Cashmere , much cele- brated throughout the Valley for his manner of reciting the Stories of the East , on whom his Royal Master had conferred the privilege of being admitted to the pavilion of 6 LALLA ROOKH .
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... ! By the first love - beat Of the youthful heart , 4 The blue lotos , which grows in Cashmere and in Persia . By the bliss to meet , And the pain to F 2 THE VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN . 67 His breath is the soul of flowers like these, ...
... ! By the first love - beat Of the youthful heart , 4 The blue lotos , which grows in Cashmere and in Persia . By the bliss to meet , And the pain to F 2 THE VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN . 67 His breath is the soul of flowers like these, ...
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angels Arab beautiful beneath bird blest bliss blood bowers breath breath'd bright brow 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 gleam glory gold golden Greek fire HAFED Haram hath heart heaven holy hour hung hyæna India IRAN's Khorassan King Koran Lake LALLA ROOKH light lips look look'd lov'd lover lute maid MOKANNA moonlight Moslem mountain Naptha never night NOURMAHAL o'er PERI Persian Princess pure round seem'd shade shining SHIRAZ shone sigh skies slave sleep smile soul sound sparkling spirit star stood sunk sweet sword Tahmuras tears thee thine thou throne Tibet Transoxiania tree turn'd twas veil voice warm wave Waved plates wild wings wretch young youth ZELICA
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Side 295 - 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 157 - There was a time," he said in mild, Heart-humbled tones — " thou blessed child! " When young and haply pure as thou,
Side 63 - There's a bower of roses by BENDEMEER'S§ stream, And the nightingale sings round it all the day long ; In the time of my childhood 'twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song.
Side 154 - Cheer'd by this hope she bends her thither ; — Still laughs the radiant eye of Heaven, Nor have the golden bowers of Even In the rich West begun to wither ; — When, o'er the vale of BALBEC winging Slowly, she sees a child at play, Among the rosy wild flowers singing, As rosy and as wild as they ; Chasing, with eager hands and eyes, The beautiful blue damsel-flies...
Side 63 - 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 159 - While the same sunbeam shines upon The guilty and the guiltless one, And hymns of joy proclaim through Heaven The triumph of a Soul Forgiven...
Side 151 - Now, upon Syria's land of roses Softly the light of Eve reposes, And, like a glory, the broad sun Hangs over sainted Lebanon ; Whose head in wintry grandeur towers, And whitens with eternal sleet, While summer, in a vale of flowers, Is sleeping rosy at his feet.
Side 155 - 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 188 - Oh ! ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay ; I never loved a tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle, To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die...
Side 333 - When first on me they breathed and shone ; New, as if brought from other spheres, Yet welcome as if loved for years ! Then fly with me, — if thou hast known No other flame, nor falsely thrown A gem away, that thou hadst sworn Should ever in thy heart be worn. Come, if the love thou hast for me Is pure and fresh as mine for thee, — Fresh as the fountain under ground. When first 'tis by the lapwing...