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But these and many other diversions were repeated till they lost all their charm ,
and the nights and noondays were beginning to move heavily , when , at length ,
it was recollected that , among the attendants sent by the bridegroom , was a ...
But these and many other diversions were repeated till they lost all their charm ,
and the nights and noondays were beginning to move heavily , when , at length ,
it was recollected that , among the attendants sent by the bridegroom , was a ...
Side 43
56 Fill up your madd ' ning hell - cup to the brim , 66 Its witchery , fiends , will
have no charm for him . 6 Let loose your glowing wantons from their bowers , 66
He loves , he loves , and can defy their powers ! 6 Wretch as I am , in his heart
still I ...
56 Fill up your madd ' ning hell - cup to the brim , 66 Its witchery , fiends , will
have no charm for him . 6 Let loose your glowing wantons from their bowers , 66
He loves , he loves , and can defy their powers ! 6 Wretch as I am , in his heart
still I ...
Side 107
And while the wretched maid hung down her head , And stood , as one just risen
from the dead , Amid that gazing crowd , the fiend would tell His credulous slaves
it was some charm or spell Possess ' d her now , — and from that darken ' d ...
And while the wretched maid hung down her head , And stood , as one just risen
from the dead , Amid that gazing crowd , the fiend would tell His credulous slaves
it was some charm or spell Possess ' d her now , — and from that darken ' d ...
Side 205
Tis HAFED — name of fear , whose sound Chills like the muttering of a charm ; -
Shout but that awful name around , And palsy shakes the manliest arm . ' Tis
HAFED , most accurst and dire ( So rank ' d by Moslem hate and ire ) Of all the
rebel ...
Tis HAFED — name of fear , whose sound Chills like the muttering of a charm ; -
Shout but that awful name around , And palsy shakes the manliest arm . ' Tis
HAFED , most accurst and dire ( So rank ' d by Moslem hate and ire ) Of all the
rebel ...
Side 334
... And never leave those eyes again . ” The mask is off — the charm is wrought -
And Selim to his heart has caught , In blushes , more than ever bright , His
NOURMAHAL , his Haram ' s Light ! And well do vanish ' d frowns enhance The
charm ...
... And never leave those eyes again . ” The mask is off — the charm is wrought -
And Selim to his heart has caught , In blushes , more than ever bright , His
NOURMAHAL , his Haram ' s Light ! And well do vanish ' d frowns enhance The
charm ...
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angels arms beautiful beneath bird bliss blood bowers breath bright brow called cast charm dark dead dear death deep delightful dread dream earth ev'n eyes fair fall fear feel fire flame flowers gardens give glory gold golden half hand hath head heard heart heaven holy hope hour India King Lake LALLA land leave light lips live look lost maid morn mountain never night o'er once Page pass Persian Princess pure rest rich rise rocks roses round seen shade shining side sigh slave sleep smile soul sound spirit star stood story sweet sword tears thee thine thing thou thought thousand throne tree turn twas veil voice wandering warm wave wild wind wings young youth
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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...