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Side 77
... long night of hope and fear , 66 Thy voice and step still sounding in my ear“ Oh
God ! thou would ' st not wonder that , at last , 6 When every hope was all at once
o ' ercast , 66 When I heard frightful voices round me say 66 Azim is dead !
... long night of hope and fear , 66 Thy voice and step still sounding in my ear“ Oh
God ! thou would ' st not wonder that , at last , 6 When every hope was all at once
o ' ercast , 66 When I heard frightful voices round me say 66 Azim is dead !
Side 96
Yes , wretched Azim ! thine is such a grief , Beyond all hope , all terror , all relief ;
A dark , cold calm , which nothing now can break , Or warm or brighten , — like
that Syrian Lake , ” Upon whose surface morn and summer shed Their smiles in ...
Yes , wretched Azim ! thine is such a grief , Beyond all hope , all terror , all relief ;
A dark , cold calm , which nothing now can break , Or warm or brighten , — like
that Syrian Lake , ” Upon whose surface morn and summer shed Their smiles in ...
Side 150
High throbb ' d her heart , with hope elate , The Elysian palm she soon shall win ,
For the bright Spirit at the gate Smild as she gave that offering in ; And she
already hears the trees Of Eden , with their crystal bells Ringing in that ambrosial
...
High throbb ' d her heart , with hope elate , The Elysian palm she soon shall win ,
For the bright Spirit at the gate Smild as she gave that offering in ; And she
already hears the trees Of Eden , with their crystal bells Ringing in that ambrosial
...
Side 263
No , blame him not , if Hope awhile Dawn ' d in his soul , and threw her smile O '
er hours to come — o ' er days and nights Wing ' d with those precious , pure
delights Which she , who bends all beauteous there , Was born to kindle and to ...
No , blame him not , if Hope awhile Dawn ' d in his soul , and threw her smile O '
er hours to come — o ' er days and nights Wing ' d with those precious , pure
delights Which she , who bends all beauteous there , Was born to kindle and to ...
Side 266
Breathless with awe , impatience , hope , The maiden sees the veteran group Her
litter silently prepare , And lay it at her trembling feet ;And now the youth , with
gentle care , Hath plac ' d her in the shelter ' d seat , And press ' d her hand , - that
...
Breathless with awe , impatience , hope , The maiden sees the veteran group Her
litter silently prepare , And lay it at her trembling feet ;And now the youth , with
gentle care , Hath plac ' d her in the shelter ' d seat , And press ' d her hand , - that
...
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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...