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Side 11
... once , by luckless chance , he knew She look'd and smil'd as others do ? Her hands were joined , and from each wrist By threads of pearl and golden twist Hung relics of the saints of yore , And scraps of talismanic lore , Charms for the ...
... once , by luckless chance , he knew She look'd and smil'd as others do ? Her hands were joined , and from each wrist By threads of pearl and golden twist Hung relics of the saints of yore , And scraps of talismanic lore , Charms for the ...
Side 14
... once asked by Colonel W — s , the historian of British India , “ whether it was true that Moore had never been in the East ? " “ Never , " answered Mackintosh . “ Well , that shows me , " replied Colonel W - S , -S , “ that reading over ...
... once asked by Colonel W — s , the historian of British India , “ whether it was true that Moore had never been in the East ? " “ Never , " answered Mackintosh . “ Well , that shows me , " replied Colonel W - S , -S , “ that reading over ...
Side 29
... 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 favorable 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 favorable ideas of the Caste , expected but little in this new exhibition to interest her ; - she felt ...
Side 36
... once his faith , his sword , his soul obey'd Th'inspiring summons : every chosen blade , That fought beneath that banner's sacred text , Seem'd doubly edged , for this world and the next ; And ne'er did Faith with her smooth bandage ...
... once his faith , his sword , his soul obey'd Th'inspiring summons : every chosen blade , That fought beneath that banner's sacred text , Seem'd doubly edged , for this world and the next ; And ne'er did Faith with her smooth bandage ...
Side 40
... once my own , mine all till in the grave ! ” The pomp is at an end , — the crowds are gone Each ear and heart still haunted by the tone Of that deep voice , which thrill'd like Alla's own ! The young all dazzled by the plumes and lances ...
... once my own , mine all till in the grave ! ” The pomp is at an end , — the crowds are gone Each ear and heart still haunted by the tone Of that deep voice , which thrill'd like Alla's own ! The young all dazzled by the plumes and lances ...
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angel appeared arms beautiful beneath bird bliss blood bowers breath bright brow called charm dark dead dear death deep delight dread dream e'en earth eyes fair fall fear feel fire flame flowers gardens give glory gold golden half hand hath head heard heart heaven holy hope hour India King lake Lalla Rookh land leaves light lips live look lost maid morn mountain never night o'er once pass Peri Persian poet Princess pure rest rich rose round seen shade shining side sigh slave sleep smile soul sound spirit star stood story sweet sword tears thee thine thou thought thousand throne tree turn twas veil voice wandering warm wave wild wind wings young youth