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Side 17
... hangings , that but ill could screen The Haram ' s loveliness , white hands were
seen Waving embroider ' d scarves , whose motion gave A perfume forth ; — like
those the Houris wave When beckoning to their bowers th ' Immortal Brave .
... hangings , that but ill could screen The Haram ' s loveliness , white hands were
seen Waving embroider ' d scarves , whose motion gave A perfume forth ; — like
those the Houris wave When beckoning to their bowers th ' Immortal Brave .
Side 81
66 ' Tis he , ” faintly she cried , while terror shook Her inmost core , nor durst she
lift her eyes , Though through the casement , now , nought but the skies And
moon - light fields were seen , calm as before - 66 ' Tis he , and I am his - all , all
is o ...
66 ' Tis he , ” faintly she cried , while terror shook Her inmost core , nor durst she
lift her eyes , Though through the casement , now , nought but the skies And
moon - light fields were seen , calm as before - 66 ' Tis he , and I am his - all , all
is o ...
Side 119
But strange ! no signs of life — nought living seen Above , below - - what can this
stillness mean ? A minute ' s pause suspends all hearts and eyes — “ In through
the breach , " impetuous Azim cries ; But the cool CALIPH , fearful of some wile ...
But strange ! no signs of life — nought living seen Above , below - - what can this
stillness mean ? A minute ' s pause suspends all hearts and eyes — “ In through
the breach , " impetuous Azim cries ; But the cool CALIPH , fearful of some wile ...
Side 123
... there play ' d A gleam of rapture on his eye and cheek , That brighten ' d even
Death - like the last streak Of intense glory on the horizon ' s brim , When night o '
er all the rest hangs chill and dim , — His soul had seen a Vision , while he slept
...
... there play ' d A gleam of rapture on his eye and cheek , That brighten ' d even
Death - like the last streak Of intense glory on the horizon ' s brim , When night o '
er all the rest hangs chill and dim , — His soul had seen a Vision , while he slept
...
Side 327
He little knew how well the boy Can float upon a goblet ' s streams , Lighting them
with his smile of joy ;As bards have seen him , in their dreams , Down the blue
Ganges laughing glide Upon a rosy lotus wreath , a Catching new lustre from the
...
He little knew how well the boy Can float upon a goblet ' s streams , Lighting them
with his smile of joy ;As bards have seen him , in their dreams , Down the blue
Ganges laughing glide Upon a rosy lotus wreath , a Catching new lustre from the
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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...