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Side 70
Oh ! could he listen to such sounds , unmov ' d , And by that light — nor dream of
her he lov ' d ? Dream on , unconscious boy ! while yet thou may ' st ; ' Tis the last
bliss thy soul shall ever taste . ? The particulars of Mahomet ' s amour with ...
Oh ! could he listen to such sounds , unmov ' d , And by that light — nor dream of
her he lov ' d ? Dream on , unconscious boy ! while yet thou may ' st ; ' Tis the last
bliss thy soul shall ever taste . ? The particulars of Mahomet ' s amour with ...
Side 223
LALLA Rookh had had a dream the night before , which , in spite of the
impending fate of poor HAFED , made her heart more than usually cheerful
during the morning , and gave her cheeks all the freshened animation of a flower
that the Bid ...
LALLA Rookh had had a dream the night before , which , in spite of the
impending fate of poor HAFED , made her heart more than usually cheerful
during the morning , and gave her cheeks all the freshened animation of a flower
that the Bid ...
Side 243
But does she dream ? has Fear again Perplex ' d the workings of her brain , Or
did a voice , all music , then Come from the gloom , low whispering near — 66
Tremble not , love , thy Gheber ' s here ? ” She does not dream — all sense , all
ear ...
But does she dream ? has Fear again Perplex ' d the workings of her brain , Or
did a voice , all music , then Come from the gloom , low whispering near — 66
Tremble not , love , thy Gheber ' s here ? ” She does not dream — all sense , all
ear ...
Side 247
The next evening LALLA Rookh was entreated by her Ladies to continue the
relation of her wonderful dream ; but the fearful interest that hung round the fate
of Hinda and her lover had completely removed every trace of it from her mind ...
The next evening LALLA Rookh was entreated by her Ladies to continue the
relation of her wonderful dream ; but the fearful interest that hung round the fate
of Hinda and her lover had completely removed every trace of it from her mind ...
Side 315
The hope , in dreams , of a happier hour That alights on misery ' s brow , Springs
out of the silvery almond - flower , That blooms on a leafless bough . 4 Then
hasten we , maid , To twine our braid , To - morrow the dreams and flowers will
fade .
The hope , in dreams , of a happier hour That alights on misery ' s brow , Springs
out of the silvery almond - flower , That blooms on a leafless bough . 4 Then
hasten we , maid , To twine our braid , To - morrow the dreams and flowers will
fade .
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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...