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Side 58
The perfume , breathing round , Like a pervading spirit ; — the still sound Of
falling waters , lulling as the song Of Indian bees at sunset , when they throng
Around the fragrant Nilica , and deep In its blue blossoms hum themselves to
sleep ! ; 7 ...
The perfume , breathing round , Like a pervading spirit ; — the still sound Of
falling waters , lulling as the song Of Indian bees at sunset , when they throng
Around the fragrant Nilica , and deep In its blue blossoms hum themselves to
sleep ! ; 7 ...
Side 142
Those groups of lovely date - trees bending Languidly their leaf - crown ' d heads
, Like youthful maids , when sleep descending Warns them to their silken beds ; -
Those virgin lilies , all the night Bathing their beauties in the lake , That they ...
Those groups of lovely date - trees bending Languidly their leaf - crown ' d heads
, Like youthful maids , when sleep descending Warns them to their silken beds ; -
Those virgin lilies , all the night Bathing their beauties in the lake , That they ...
Side 177
And swords she hath , nor weak nor slow To second all such hearts can dare ; As
he shall know , well , dearly know , Who sleeps in moonlight luxury there , . .
Tranquil as if his spirit lay , Becalm ' d in Heav ' n ' s approving ray ! Sleep on - for
...
And swords she hath , nor weak nor slow To second all such hearts can dare ; As
he shall know , well , dearly know , Who sleeps in moonlight luxury there , . .
Tranquil as if his spirit lay , Becalm ' d in Heav ' n ' s approving ray ! Sleep on - for
...
Side 195
While pale and mute young Hinda stood , Nor mov ' d , till in the silent flood A
momentary plunge below Startled her from her trance of woe ; — Shrieking she to
the lattice flew , 66 I come — I come — if in that tide “ Thou sleep ' st to - night - - I
...
While pale and mute young Hinda stood , Nor mov ' d , till in the silent flood A
momentary plunge below Startled her from her trance of woe ; — Shrieking she to
the lattice flew , 66 I come — I come — if in that tide “ Thou sleep ' st to - night - - I
...
Side 219
eve “ Up , daughter , up — the Kerna ' s ' breath " Has blown a blast would waken
death , “ And yet thou sleep ' st — up , child , and see “ This blessed day for
Heaven and me , “ A day more rich in Pagan blood 6 Than ever flash ' d o ' er
Oman ...
eve “ Up , daughter , up — the Kerna ' s ' breath " Has blown a blast would waken
death , “ And yet thou sleep ' st — up , child , and see “ This blessed day for
Heaven and me , “ A day more rich in Pagan blood 6 Than ever flash ' d o ' er
Oman ...
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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...