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thou saw ' st him then ; “ Look ' d he not nobly ? such the god - lik , men 66 Thou '
lt have to woo thee in the bowers above ;“ Though he , I fear , hath thoughts too
stern for love , “ Too ruld by that cold enemy of bliss " The world calls virtue - we ...
thou saw ' st him then ; “ Look ' d he not nobly ? such the god - lik , men 66 Thou '
lt have to woo thee in the bowers above ;“ Though he , I fear , hath thoughts too
stern for love , “ Too ruld by that cold enemy of bliss " The world calls virtue - we ...
Side 67
His breath is the soul of flowers like these , And his floating eyes — oh ! they
resemble Blue water - lilies “ , when the breeze Is making the stream around
them tremble ! am ar Hail to thee , hail to thee , kindling power ! Spirit of Love ,
Spirit of ...
His breath is the soul of flowers like these , And his floating eyes — oh ! they
resemble Blue water - lilies “ , when the breeze Is making the stream around
them tremble ! am ar Hail to thee , hail to thee , kindling power ! Spirit of Love ,
Spirit of ...
Side 78
Think , think how lost , how madden ' d I must be , “ To hope that guilt could lead
to God or thee ! “ Thou weep ' st for me - do , weep - oh ! that I durst “ Kiss off that
tear ! but , no — these lips are curst , 66 They must not touch thee ; – one divine ...
Think , think how lost , how madden ' d I must be , “ To hope that guilt could lead
to God or thee ! “ Thou weep ' st for me - do , weep - oh ! that I durst “ Kiss off that
tear ! but , no — these lips are curst , 66 They must not touch thee ; – one divine ...
Side 79
I do conjure , implore thee to fly hence - • If thou hast yet one spark of innocence ,
“ Fly with me from this place , ” “ With thee ! oh bliss , “ ' Tis worth whole years of
torment to hear this . “ What ! take the lost one with thee ? — let her rove “ By thy ...
I do conjure , implore thee to fly hence - • If thou hast yet one spark of innocence ,
“ Fly with me from this place , ” “ With thee ! oh bliss , “ ' Tis worth whole years of
torment to hear this . “ What ! take the lost one with thee ? — let her rove “ By thy ...
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66 Oh ! let ' me only breathe the air , 66 The blessed air , that ' s breath ' d by thee
, " And , whether on its wings it bear 66 Healing or death , ' tis sweet to me ! 66
There , — drink my tears , while yet they fall , - « Would that my bosom ' s blood ...
66 Oh ! let ' me only breathe the air , 66 The blessed air , that ' s breath ' d by thee
, " And , whether on its wings it bear 66 Healing or death , ' tis sweet to me ! 66
There , — drink my tears , while yet they fall , - « Would that my bosom ' s blood ...
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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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