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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... seen a cavalcade so superb . From the gardens in the suburbs to the Im- perial palace , it was one unbroken line of splendour . The gallant appearance of the Rajas and Mogul lords , distinguished by those insignia of the Emperor's ...
... seen a cavalcade so superb . From the gardens in the suburbs to the Im- perial palace , it was one unbroken line of splendour . The gallant appearance of the Rajas and Mogul lords , distinguished by those insignia of the Emperor's ...
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... seen a poet from behind the screens of gauze in her Father's hall , and had conceived from that specimen no very favourable ideas of the Cast , expected but little in this new exhi- bition to interest her ; she felt inclined however to ...
... seen a poet from behind the screens of gauze in her Father's hall , and had conceived from that specimen no very favourable ideas of the Cast , expected but little in this new exhi- bition to interest her ; she felt inclined however to ...
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... seen Waving embroider'd scarves , whose motion gave A perfume forth ; -like those the Houris wave When beckoning to their bowers th ' Immortal Brave . " But these , " pursued the Chief , " are truths sublime , " That claim a holier mood ...
... seen Waving embroider'd scarves , whose motion gave A perfume forth ; -like those the Houris wave When beckoning to their bowers th ' Immortal Brave . " But these , " pursued the Chief , " are truths sublime , " That claim a holier mood ...
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... Seen , heard , attested , every thing but true . " Your preaching zealots , too inspir'd to seek " One grace of meaning for the things they speak ; " Your martyrs , ready to shed out their blood , " For truths too heavenly to be ...
... Seen , heard , attested , every thing but true . " Your preaching zealots , too inspir'd to seek " One grace of meaning for the things they speak ; " Your martyrs , ready to shed out their blood , " For truths too heavenly to be ...
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... seen immortal Man kneel down and quake " Would that they were Heaven's lightnings for his sake ! " But turn and look then wonder , if thou wilt , - " That I should hate , should take revenge , by guilt , " Upon the hand , whose mischief ...
... seen immortal Man kneel down and quake " Would that they were Heaven's lightnings for his sake ! " But turn and look then wonder , if thou wilt , - " That I should hate , should take revenge , by guilt , " Upon the hand , whose mischief ...
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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...