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... 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 Pen , p . 171 . THE PERI'S SECOND PILGRIMAGE . BY EDWARD CORBOULD . "
... 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 Pen , p . 171 . THE PERI'S SECOND PILGRIMAGE . BY EDWARD CORBOULD . "
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... side of the turban , sur- mounted by a high plume of the feathers of a kind of egret . This bird is found only in Cashmere , and the feathers are carefully col- lected for the King , who bestows them on his nobles . " — Elphin- stone's ...
... side of the turban , sur- mounted by a high plume of the feathers of a kind of egret . This bird is found only in Cashmere , and the feathers are carefully col- lected for the King , who bestows them on his nobles . " — Elphin- stone's ...
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... side of the litter , upon small Arabian horses - all was brilliant , tasteful , and magnificent , and pleased even the critical and fastidious FADLADEEN , * In the Poem of Zohair , in the Moallakat , there is the follow- ing lively ...
... side of the litter , upon small Arabian horses - all was brilliant , tasteful , and magnificent , and pleased even the critical and fastidious FADLADEEN , * In the Poem of Zohair , in the Moallakat , there is the follow- ing lively ...
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... side . — See Champion's transla- tion . Rustam is the Hercules of the Persians . For the particulars of his victory over the Sepeed Deeve , or White Demon , see Oriental Collections , vol . ii . p . 45.- Near the city of Shirauz is an ...
... side . — See Champion's transla- tion . Rustam is the Hercules of the Persians . For the particulars of his victory over the Sepeed Deeve , or White Demon , see Oriental Collections , vol . ii . p . 45.- Near the city of Shirauz is an ...
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... side , with ready hearts and hands , His chosen guard of bold Believers stands ; Young fire - eyed disputants , who deem their swords , On points of faith , more eloquent than words ; And such their zeal , there's not a youth with brand ...
... side , with ready hearts and hands , His chosen guard of bold Believers stands ; Young fire - eyed disputants , who deem their swords , On points of faith , more eloquent than words ; And such their zeal , there's not a youth with brand ...
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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.