Lalla Rookh: An Oriental RomanceLongman, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1842 - 278 sider |
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Side 11
... once in her life seen a poet from behind the screens of gauze in her Father's hall , and had conceived from that specimen no very favour- able ideas of the Caste , expected but little in this new exhibition to interest her ; she felt ...
... once in her life seen a poet from behind the screens of gauze in her Father's hall , and had conceived from that specimen no very favour- able ideas of the Caste , expected but little in this new exhibition to interest her ; she felt ...
Side 21
... once his faith , his sword , his soul obey'd The ' inspiring summons ; every chosen blade That fought beneath that banner's sacred text Seem'd doubly edg'd , for this world and the next ; And ne'er did Faith with her smooth bandage bind ...
... once his faith , his sword , his soul obey'd The ' inspiring summons ; every chosen blade That fought beneath that banner's sacred text Seem'd doubly edg'd , for this world and the next ; And ne'er did Faith with her smooth bandage bind ...
Side 25
... yet " Some tasks to learn , some frailties to forget , " Ere the white war - plume o'er thy brow can wave ; 66 But , once my own , mine all till in the grave ! " The pomp is at an end - the crowds are THE VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN . 25.
... yet " Some tasks to learn , some frailties to forget , " Ere the white war - plume o'er thy brow can wave ; 66 But , once my own , mine all till in the grave ! " The pomp is at an end - the crowds are THE VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN . 25.
Side 27
... Spirit of our Youth Returns in sleep , sparkling with all the truth And innocence once ours , and leads us back , In mournful mockery , o'er the shining track Of our young life , and points out every ray THE VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN .
... Spirit of our Youth Returns in sleep , sparkling with all the truth And innocence once ours , and leads us back , In mournful mockery , o'er the shining track Of our young life , and points out every ray THE VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN .
Side 28
... Once happy pair ! -In proud BOKHARA's groves , Who had not heard of their first youthful loves ? Born by that ancient flood * , which from its spring In the dark Mountains swiftly wandering , Enrich'd by every pilgrim brook that shines ...
... Once happy pair ! -In proud BOKHARA's groves , Who had not heard of their first youthful loves ? Born by that ancient flood * , which from its spring In the dark Mountains swiftly wandering , Enrich'd by every pilgrim brook that shines ...
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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...