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Side 21
... There , on the banks of that bright river born , The flowers , that hung above its
wave at morn , Bless ' d not the waters , as they murmur ' d by , With holier scent
and lustre , than the sigh And virgin glance of first affection cast Upon their youth
...
... There , on the banks of that bright river born , The flowers , that hung above its
wave at morn , Bless ' d not the waters , as they murmur ' d by , With holier scent
and lustre , than the sigh And virgin glance of first affection cast Upon their youth
...
Side 66
... while soft there breath ' d Through the cool casement , mingled with the sighs
Of moonlight flowers , music that seem ' d to ... all that maze of chords And young
sweet voices , these impassion ' d words :A Spirit there is , whose fragrant sigh .
... while soft there breath ' d Through the cool casement , mingled with the sighs
Of moonlight flowers , music that seem ' d to ... all that maze of chords And young
sweet voices , these impassion ' d words :A Spirit there is , whose fragrant sigh .
Side 148
She fails — she sinks — as dies the lamp In charnel airs or cavern - damp , So
quickly do his baleful sighs Quench all the sweet ... 66 Sleep , " said the Peri , as
softly she stole The farewell sigh of that vanishing soul , As true as e ' er warm '
d a ...
She fails — she sinks — as dies the lamp In charnel airs or cavern - damp , So
quickly do his baleful sighs Quench all the sweet ... 66 Sleep , " said the Peri , as
softly she stole The farewell sigh of that vanishing soul , As true as e ' er warm '
d a ...
Side 163
... through all her flights and adventures between earth and heaven , but he could
not help adverting to the puerile conceitedness of the Three Gifts which she is
supposed to carry to the skies , – a drop of blood , forsooth , a sigh , and a tear !
... through all her flights and adventures between earth and heaven , but he could
not help adverting to the puerile conceitedness of the Three Gifts which she is
supposed to carry to the skies , – a drop of blood , forsooth , a sigh , and a tear !
Side 317
Where lutes in the air are heard about , And voices are singing the whole day
long , And every sigh the heart breathes out Is turn ' d , as it leaves the lips , to
song ! Hither I come From my fairy home , And if there ' s a magic in Music ' s
strain , I ...
Where lutes in the air are heard about , And voices are singing the whole day
long , And every sigh the heart breathes out Is turn ' d , as it leaves the lips , to
song ! Hither I come From my fairy home , And if there ' s a magic in Music ' s
strain , I ...
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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
Populære passager
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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