Lalla Rookh: An Oriental RomanceLongman, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1842 - 278 sider |
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Side 29
... tie For which it lov'd to live or fear'd to die ; - Lorn as the hung - up lute , that ne'er hath spoken Since the sad day its master - chord was broken ! Fond maid , the sorrow of her soul was such THE VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN . 29.
... tie For which it lov'd to live or fear'd to die ; - Lorn as the hung - up lute , that ne'er hath spoken Since the sad day its master - chord was broken ! Fond maid , the sorrow of her soul was such THE VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN . 29.
Side 43
... fear or check , 66 66 Luxuriating in hate , avenge my shame , My deep - felt , long - nurst loathing of man's name ! — " Soon at the head of myriads , blind and fierce " As hooded falcons , through the universe " I'll sweep my darkening ...
... fear or check , 66 66 Luxuriating in hate , avenge my shame , My deep - felt , long - nurst loathing of man's name ! — " Soon at the head of myriads , blind and fierce " As hooded falcons , through the universe " I'll sweep my darkening ...
Side 46
... fear than one who dwells Beneath the tropics knows of icicles ! But , in those dismal words that reach'd his ear , " Oh my lost soul ! " there was a sound so drear , So like that voice , among the sinful dead , In which the legend o'er ...
... fear than one who dwells Beneath the tropics knows of icicles ! But , in those dismal words that reach'd his ear , " Oh my lost soul ! " there was a sound so drear , So like that voice , among the sinful dead , In which the legend o'er ...
Side 47
... 66 Though he , I fear , hath thoughts too stern for love , " Too rul'd by that cold enemy of bliss " The world calls virtue- we must conquer this ; 66 Nay , shrink not , pretty sage ! ' THE VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN . 47.
... 66 Though he , I fear , hath thoughts too stern for love , " Too rul'd by that cold enemy of bliss " The world calls virtue- we must conquer this ; 66 Nay , shrink not , pretty sage ! ' THE VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN . 47.
Side 74
... fear , And , like a half - tam'd antelope , more near , Though shrinking still , she came ; -then sat her down Upon a musnud's * edge , and , bolder grown , In the pathetic mode of ISFAHAN † Touch'd a preluding strain , and thus began ...
... fear , And , like a half - tam'd antelope , more near , Though shrinking still , she came ; -then sat her down Upon a musnud's * edge , and , bolder grown , In the pathetic mode of ISFAHAN † Touch'd a preluding strain , and thus began ...
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Acbar angels Arab AZIM beautiful beneath bird blest bliss blood bowers breath breath'd bride bright brow Bucharia burning Caliph called Cashmere charm cheek D'Herbelot dark dead dear death deep Delhi dread dream e'er earth EDWARD CORBOULD ev'n eyes FADLADEEN falchion FERAMORZ Ferdosi Ferishta fire flame flowers gardens Genii Ghebers glory gold HAFED Haram hath heart Heaven holy hour hung hyæna India Indian IRAN IRAN's Khorassan King Koran Lahore Lake LALLA ROOKH light lips look look'd lov'd lover lute maid MOKANNA moonlight mountain Naphtha never night NOURMAHAL o'er pass'd PERI Persian poet Princess pure round seem'd shining Shiraz shone sigh skies slave sleep smile soul sound sparkling spirit star stood sunk sweet sword Tahmuras tears thee thine thou throne Tibet Transoxiania trees turn'd twas veil wandering warm wave weep wild wings wretch young youth ZELICA
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Side 258 - His country's curse, his children's shame. Outcast of virtue, peace, and fame. May he, at last, with lips of flame On the parch'd desert thirsting die, — While lakes that shone in mockery nigh...
Side 167 - Some flow'rets of Eden ye still inherit, But the trail of the serpent is over them all!
Side 179 - Soften'd his spirit,) look'd and lay, Watching the rosy infant's play : Though still, whene'er his eye by chance Fell on the boy's, its lurid glance Met that unclouded, joyous gaze, As torches, that have burnt all night Through some impure and godless rite, Encounter morning's glorious rays. But hark ! the vesper-call to prayer, As slow the orb of day-light sets, Is rising sweetly on the air, From Syria's thousand minarets...
Side 163 - Oh ! if there be, on this earthly sphere, " A boon, an offering Heaven holds dear, ' 'Tis the last libation Liberty draws " From the heart that bleeds and breaks in her cause...
Side 168 - Just then beneath some orange trees, Whose fruit and blossoms in the breeze Were wantoning together, free, Like age at play with infancy — Beneath that fresh and springing bower, Close by the lake she heard the moan Of one who at this silent hour, Had thither...
Side 164 - And sleek'd her plumage at the fountains Of that Egyptian tide, — whose birth Is hidden from the sons of earth, Deep in those solitary woods, Where oft the Genii of the Floods Dance round the Cradle of their Nile, And hail the New-born Giant's smile!
Side 182 - Man reclining there — while memory ran o'er many a year of guilt and strife, flew o'er the dark flood of his life, nor found one sunny resting-place, nor brought him back one branch of grace !
Side 75 - twas like a sweet dream To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song. That bower and its music I never forget, But oft when alone, in the bloom of the year, I think — is the nightingale singing there yet ? Are the roses still bright by the calm Bendemeer...
Side 271 - How calm, how beautiful comes on The stilly hour, when storms are gone ; When warring winds have died away, And clouds, beneath the glancing ray, Melt off, and leave the land and sea Sleeping in bright tranquillity...
Side 160 - The fig-tree, not that kind for fruit renown'd, But such as, at this day, to Indians known, In Malabar or Decan spreads her arms, Branching so broad and long, that in the ground The bended twigs take root, and daughters grow About the mother tree, a pillar'd shade, High overarch'd, and echoing walks between...