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Side 21
TA Once happy pair ! — in proud Bokhara ' s groves , . Who had not heard of their
first youthful loves ? Born by that ancient flood ' , which from its spring a In the
Dark Mountains swiftly wandering , Enrich ' d by every pilgrim brook that shines ...
TA Once happy pair ! — in proud Bokhara ' s groves , . Who had not heard of their
first youthful loves ? Born by that ancient flood ' , which from its spring a In the
Dark Mountains swiftly wandering , Enrich ' d by every pilgrim brook that shines ...
Side 31
When the death - caverns echoed every tone ' , Of the dire oath that made her all
his own , Th ' Impostor , sure of his infatuate prize , Had , more than once , thrown
off his soul ' s disguise , And utter ' d such unheav ' nly , monstrous things , As ...
When the death - caverns echoed every tone ' , Of the dire oath that made her all
his own , Th ' Impostor , sure of his infatuate prize , Had , more than once , thrown
off his soul ' s disguise , And utter ' d such unheav ' nly , monstrous things , As ...
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So boldly utter ' d too ! as if all dread Of frowns from her , of virtuous frowns , were
fled , And the wretch felt assur ' d that , once plung ' d in , Her woman ' s soul
would know no pause in sin ! At first , tho ' mute she listen ' d , like a dream Seem
...
So boldly utter ' d too ! as if all dread Of frowns from her , of virtuous frowns , were
fled , And the wretch felt assur ' d that , once plung ' d in , Her woman ' s soul
would know no pause in sin ! At first , tho ' mute she listen ' d , like a dream Seem
...
Side 43
... how sunk is she , “ Whom once he lov ' d - once ! - - - still loves dotingly ! 66
Thou laugh ' st , tormentor , — what THE VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN .
43.
... how sunk is she , “ Whom once he lov ' d - once ! - - - still loves dotingly ! 66
Thou laugh ' st , tormentor , — what THE VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN .
43.
Side 118
First in impatience and in toil is he , The burning Azim - oh ! could he but see Th '
Impostor once alive within his grasp , Not the gaunt lion ' s hug , nor Boa ' s clasp
, Could match that gripe of vengeance , or keep pace With the fell heartiness of ...
First in impatience and in toil is he , The burning Azim - oh ! could he but see Th '
Impostor once alive within his grasp , Not the gaunt lion ' s hug , nor Boa ' s clasp
, Could match that gripe of vengeance , or keep pace With the fell heartiness of ...
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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...
Bibliografiske oplysninger
| Titel | Lalla Rookh: An Oriental Romance Nineteenth Century Collections Online: European Literature, 1790-1840: The Corvey Collection |
| Forfatter | Thomas Moore |
| Udgave | 3 |
| Udgiver | M. Thomas, 1817 |
| Oprindeligt fra | Oxford University |
| Digitaliseret | 3. aug 2007 |
| Længde | 335 sider |
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