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Side 18
... fresh nymphs bounding o'er YEMEN's mounts ; From PERSIA's eyes of full and fawn - like ray , To the small , half - shut glances of KATHAY ; † And GEORGIA's bloom , and AZAB's darker smiles , And the gold ringlets of the Western Isles ...
... fresh nymphs bounding o'er YEMEN's mounts ; From PERSIA's eyes of full and fawn - like ray , To the small , half - shut glances of KATHAY ; † And GEORGIA's bloom , and AZAB's darker smiles , And the gold ringlets of the Western Isles ...
Side 25
... fresh , as from a second birth , " Man , in the sunshine of the world's new spring , " Shall walk transparent , like some holy thing ! " Then , too , your Prophet from his angel brow " Shall cast the Veil that hides its splendours now ...
... fresh , as from a second birth , " Man , in the sunshine of the world's new spring , " Shall walk transparent , like some holy thing ! " Then , too , your Prophet from his angel brow " Shall cast the Veil that hides its splendours now ...
Side 31
... fresh as life , is twin'd With every broken link of her lost mind ; Whose image lives , though Reason's self be wreck'd , Safe ' mid the ruins of her intellect ! Alas , poor ZELICA ! it needed all The fantasy , which held thy mind in ...
... fresh as life , is twin'd With every broken link of her lost mind ; Whose image lives , though Reason's self be wreck'd , Safe ' mid the ruins of her intellect ! Alas , poor ZELICA ! it needed all The fantasy , which held thy mind in ...
Side 62
... fresh , cool chaplets for their heads ; Gay creatures ! sweet , though mournful , ' tis to see How each prefers a garland from that tree Which brings to mind her childhood's innocent day , And the dear fields and friendships far away ...
... fresh , cool chaplets for their heads ; Gay creatures ! sweet , though mournful , ' tis to see How each prefers a garland from that tree Which brings to mind her childhood's innocent day , And the dear fields and friendships far away ...
Side 64
... fresh fountain plays High as the ' enamell'd cupola , which towers All rich with Arabesques of gold and flowers : And the mosaic floor beneath shines through The sprinkling of that fountain's silv'ry dew , * " Cloves are a principal ...
... fresh fountain plays High as the ' enamell'd cupola , which towers All rich with Arabesques of gold and flowers : And the mosaic floor beneath shines through The sprinkling of that fountain's silv'ry dew , * " Cloves are a principal ...
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angels Arab AZIM beautiful beneath bird blest bliss blood bowers breath breath'd 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 fierce fire flame flowers gardens GAZNA Genii Ghebers gleam glory gold HAFED Haram hath heart Heaven HINDA 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 Princess pure round ruin'd 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 warm wave weep wild wings wretch young youth ZELICA
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Side 377 - Oh! think what the kiss and the smile must be worth When the sigh and the tear are so perfect in bliss, And own if there be- an Elysium on earth, It is this, it is this. Here sparkles the nectar, that, hallow'd by love, Could draw down those angels of old from their sphere,
Side 257 - Comes o'er the councils of the brave, And blasts them in their hour of might ! May Life's unblessed cup for him Be drugg'd with treach'ries to the brim,— With hopes, that but allure to fly, With joys, that vanish while he sips, Like Dead Sea fruit:?, that tempt the eye, But turn to ashes on the lips!
Side 377 - forth, What Spirit the sweets of his Eden would miss ? For, oh! if there be an Elysium on earth, It is this, it is this. The Georgian's song was scarcely mute, When the same measure, sound for sound, Was caught up by another lute, And
Side 167 - Poor race of men!" said the pitying Spirit, " Dearly ye pay for your primal Fall — " Some flow'rets of Eden ye still inherit, " But the trail of the Serpent is over them all!" She wept — the air grew pure and clear Around her, as the bright drops ran; For there's a magic in each tear Such kindly Spirits weep for man
Side 156 - And, as he nearer drew and listen'd To her sad song, a tear-drop glisten'd Within his eyelids, like the spray From Eden's fountain, when it lies On the blue flow'r, which — Bramins say — Blooms nowhere but in Paradise. * " Nymph of a fair but erring line!" Gently he said—" One hope is thine. " 'Tis written in the Book of Fate,
Side 212 - down thy arms of snow, As if to lift him from below! Like her to whom, at dead of night, The bridegroom, with his locks of light, * Came, in the flush of love and pride, And scal'd the terrace of his bride; — When, as she saw him rashly spring, And midway up in danger cling,
Side 68 - her sword, when she would dare " Immortal deeds; but in the bracing air " Of toil,—of temperance,—of that high, rare, " Ethereal virtue, which alone can breathe " Life, health, and lustre into Freedom's wreath. " Who, that surveys this span of earth we press, — " This speck of life in time's great wilderness, " This narrow isthmus 'twixt two boundless seas,
Side 164 - 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. * Thence over EGYPT'S palmy groves, Her grots, and sepulchres of Kings, f The
Side 125 - Literary History of the Middle Ages. * The Greek fire, which was occasionally lent by the emperors to their allies. " It was," says Gibbon, " either launched in redhot balls of stone and iron, or darted in arrows and javelins, twisted round with flax and tow, which had deeply imbibed the inflammable oil.
Side 365 - by me, Can as downy soft and as yielding be As his own white plume, that high amid death Through the field has shone—yet moves with a breath! And, oh, how the eyes of Beauty glisten, When Music has rcach'd her inward soul, Like the silent stars, that wink and listen While Heaven's eternal melodies roll.