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LIST OF THE ILLUSTRATIONS.

LALLA ROOKH.

BY K. MEADOWS. (To face Title.)

DEATH OF HINDA. (Engraved Title-page.)

BY EDWARD Corbould.

"One wild heart-broken shriek she gave,
Then sprung, as if to reach that blaze,
Where still she fixed her dying gaze,

And, gazing, sunk into the wave."

The Fire-worshippers.

ZELICA.

BY EDWARD CORBOULD.

"You saw her pale dismay,

Ye wondering sisterhood, and heard the burst

Of exclamation from her lips, when first
She saw that youth, too well, too dearly known,
Silently kneeling at the Prophet's throne."

The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan, p. 48.

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AZIM AND ZELICA.

BY EDWARD CORBOULD.

"Scarce had she said

These breathless words, when a voice deep and dread

As that of MONKER, waking up the dead

From their first sleep-so startling 'twas to both

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Rung through the casement near, Thy oath! thy oath!""

The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan, p. 102.

ZELICA DISCOVERING THE VEILED PROPHET.

BY EDWARD CORBOULD.

"But hark-she stops-she listens dreadful tone!
"Tis her tormentor's laugh-and now, a groan."
The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan, p. 132.

THE PERI AT THE GATE OF EDEN.

BY K. MEADOWS.

"One morn a Peri at the gate

Of Eden stood, disconsolate."

Paradise and the Peri, p. 150.

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THE DEPARTURE OF HAFED.

BY EDWARD CORBOULD.

"Fiercely he broke away, nor stopped,
Nor looked-but from the lattice dropped
Down mid the pointed crags beneath,

As if he fled from love to death."

The Fire-worshippers, p. 207

HINDA.

By T. P. STEPHANOFF.

"And watch, and look along the deep

For him whose smiles first made her weep."

The Fire-worshippers, p. 229.

NAMOUNA.

BY K. MEADOWS.

"Her glance

Spoke something, past all mortal pleasures,

As, in a kind of holy trance,

She hung above those fragrant treasures,

Bending to drink their balmy airs,

As if she mixed her soul with theirs."

The Light of the Haram, p. 315.

NOURMAHAL ASLEEP.

By T. P. STEPHANOFF.

"No sooner was the flowery crown

Placed on her head, than sleep came down,

Gently as nights of summer fall,

Upon the lids of NOURMAHAL."

The Light of the Haram, p. 318.

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