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LIST OF THE ILLUSTRATIONS.

LALLA ROOKH.

By K. Meadows. (To face Title.)

DEATH OF HINDA. (Engraved Title Page.)

By EDWARD CORBOULD.

“ One wild heart-broken shriek she gave,

Then sprung, as if to reach that blaze,

Where still she fixed her dying gaze,
And, gazing, sunk into the wave."

The Fire-worshippers.

ZELICA.

By EDWARD CORBOULD.

“ You saw her pale dismay,
Ye wondering sisterhood, and heard the burst
Of exclamation from her lips, when first
She saw that youth, too well, too dearly known,
Silently kneeling at the Prophet's throne.”

The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan, p. 26. AZIM AND ZELICA.

By EDWARD CORBOULD.

6 Scarce had she said
These breathless words, when a voice deep and dread
As that of Monker, waking up the dead
From their first sleep — so startling 'twas to both —
Rung through the casement near, • Thy oath! thy oath !""

The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan, p. 94.

ZELICA DISCOVERING THE VEILED PROPHET.

By EDWARD CORBOULD.

“ But hark !-- she stops — she listens - dreadful tone !
'Tis her tormentor's laugh—and now, a groan.”

The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan, p. 130.

THE PERI AT THE GATE OF EDEN.

By K. MEADOWS.

“ One morn a Peri at the gate
Of Eden stood, disconsolate."

Paradise and the Peri, p. 154.

THE PERI'S FIRST PILGRIMAGE.

By EDWARD CORBOULD.

• Nay, turn not from me that dear face

Am I not thine — thy own loved bride-
The one, the chosen one, whose place
In life or death is by thy side ?»»

Paradise and the Peri, p. 171.

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Then swift his haggard brow he turned

To the fair child, who fearless sat,
Though never yet hath day-beam burned
Upon a brow more fierce than that.”

Paradise and the Peri, p. 179.

THE PARTING OF HINDA AND IRAN.

By T. P. STEPHANOFF.

My dreams have boded all too right
We part—for ever part — to-night!
I knew, I knew it could not last
'Twas bright, 'twas heavenly, but 'tis past !""

The Fire-worshippers, p. 217.

THE DEPARTURE OF IRAN.

By EDWARD CORBOULD.

Fiercely he broke away, nor stopp'd,
Nor look'd— but from the lattice dropp'd

mid the pointed crags beneath,
As if he fled from love to death."

The Fire-worshippers, p. 225.

HINDA.

By T. P. STEPHANOFF.

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“ And watch, and look along the deep
For him whose smiles first made her weep.".

The Fire-worshippers, p. 252.

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