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Side 19
... sounds of dread Fell withering on her soul , " AZIM is dead ! " Oh grief , beyond all other griefs , when fate First leaves the young heart lone and desolate In the wide world , without that only tie For which it lov'd to live or fear'd ...
... sounds of dread Fell withering on her soul , " AZIM is dead ! " Oh grief , beyond all other griefs , when fate First leaves the young heart lone and desolate In the wide world , without that only tie For which it lov'd to live or fear'd ...
Side 21
... where the sound Of poesy and music breath'd around , Together picturing to her mind and ear The glories of that heav'n , her destin'd sphere , Where all was pure , where every stain that lay VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN . 21.
... where the sound Of poesy and music breath'd around , Together picturing to her mind and ear The glories of that heav'n , her destin'd sphere , Where all was pure , where every stain that lay VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN . 21.
Side 27
... sound ones too , " Seen , heard , attested , every thing but true . " Your preaching zealots , too inspir'd to seek " One grace of meaning for the things they speak ; " Your martyrs , ready to shed out their blood , " For truths too ...
... sound ones too , " Seen , heard , attested , every thing but true . " Your preaching zealots , too inspir'd to seek " One grace of meaning for the things they speak ; " Your martyrs , ready to shed out their blood , " For truths too ...
Side 28
... sound so drear , So like that voice among the sinful dead , In which the legend o'er Hell's Gate is read , That , new as ' twas from her , whom nought could dim Or sink till now , it startled even him . " Ha , my fair Priestess ! " thus ...
... sound so drear , So like that voice among the sinful dead , In which the legend o'er Hell's Gate is read , That , new as ' twas from her , whom nought could dim Or sink till now , it startled even him . " Ha , my fair Priestess ! " thus ...
Side 37
... droops its branches whenever any person approaches it , seeming as if it sa- luted those who retire under its shade . " - Niebuhr . Of fragrant waters , gushing with cool sound From many VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN . 37.
... droops its branches whenever any person approaches it , seeming as if it sa- luted those who retire under its shade . " - Niebuhr . Of fragrant waters , gushing with cool sound From many VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN . 37.
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Acbar angels Arab AZIM beautiful beneath bird blest bliss blood bowers breath breath'd bright brow burning Caliph called Cashmere charm cheek dark dead dear death deep Delhi dread dream e'er earth ev'n eyes FADLADEEN falchion FERAMORZ Ferishta fire flame flowers gardens GAZNA Genii Ghebers gleam glory gold golden HAFED Haram hath heart heaven holy hour hung hyæna India Indian IRAN's Khorassan King Koran Lake LALLA ROOKH light lips look look'd lov'd lover lute maid minarets MOKANNA moonlight Moslem mountain Naphtha never night NOURMAHAL o'er pass'd PERI Persian poet Princess pure round ruin'd Scott Waring seem'd sherbets shining Shiraz shone sigh skies slave sleep smile soul sound sparkling spirit star stood sunk sweet sword Tahmuras tears thee thine thou thought throne Tibet towers tree turn'd Twas veil warm wave wild wings wretch young youth ZELICA
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Side 90 - Go wing thy flight from star to star, '. From world to luminous world, as far " As the universe spreads its flaming wall ; " Take all the pleasures of all the spheres, " And multiply each through endless years, " One minute of Heaven is worth them all!
Side 100 - Now, upon SYRIA'S land of roses Softly the light of eve reposes, And, like a glory, the broad sun Hangs over sainted LEBANON ; Whose head in wintry grandeur towers, And whitens with eternal sleet, While summer, in a vale of flowers, Is sleeping rosy at his feet.
Side 96 - Some flow'rets of Eden ye still inherit, But the trail of the Serpent is over them all...
Side 98 - That I can live, and let thee go, Who art my life itself? — No, no — When the stem dies, the leaf that grew Out of its heart must perish too ! Then turn to me, my own love, turn, Before like thee I fade and burn ; Cling to these yet cool lips, and share The last pure life that lingers there...
Side 96 - No voice, well known through many a day, To speak the last, the parting word, Which, when all other sounds decay, Is still like distant music heard. That tender farewell on the shore Of this rude world, when all is o'er, Which cheers the spirit, ere its bark Puts off into the unknown dark.
Side 93 - Be this," she cried, as she wing'd her flight, "My welcome gift at the Gates of Light. Though foul are the drops that oft distil On the field of warfare, blood like this, For Liberty shed, so holy is, It would not stain the purest rill, That sparkles among the Bowers of Bliss...
Side 103 - Syria's thousand minarets ! The boy has started from the bed Of flowers where he had laid his head, And down upon the fragrant sod Kneels, with his forehead to the south, Lisping th...
Side 89 - Mid flowers that never shall fade or fall: Though mine are the gardens of earth and sea, And the stars themselves have flowers for me, One blossom of heaven outblooms them all!
Side 151 - Whose liquid flame is born of them ! When, 'stead of one unchanging breeze, There blow a thousand gentle airs, And each a different perfume bears, As if the loveliest plants and trees Had vassal breezes of their own To watch and wait on them alone, And waft no other breath than theirs : When the blue waters rise and fall, In sleepy sunshine mantling all ; And even that swell the tempest leaves Is like the full and silent heaves Of lovers' hearts when newly blest, Too newly to be quite at rest.
Side 122 - Playful she turned, that he might see The passing smile her cheek put on ; But when she marked how mournfully His eyes met hers, that smile was gone ; And, bursting into heartfelt tears, 'Yes, yes...