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Side 40
... him hung such a perpetual spell , Whate'er he did , none ever did so well . Too happy days ! when , if he touch'd a flower Or gem of thine , ' twas sacred from that hour ; - When thou didst study him , till every tone 40 LALLA ROOKH .
... him hung such a perpetual spell , Whate'er he did , none ever did so well . Too happy days ! when , if he touch'd a flower Or gem of thine , ' twas sacred from that hour ; - When thou didst study him , till every tone 40 LALLA ROOKH .
Side 41
... thine reflected with still lovelier grace , Like echo , sending back sweet music , fraught With twice th ' aërial sweetness it had brought ! Yet now he comes — brighter than even he E'er beam'd before , — but ah ! not bright for thee ...
... thine reflected with still lovelier grace , Like echo , sending back sweet music , fraught With twice th ' aërial sweetness it had brought ! Yet now he comes — brighter than even he E'er beam'd before , — but ah ! not bright for thee ...
Side 44
... thine , which he hath ruin'd here ! No - had not reason's light totally set , And left thee dark , thou hadst an amulet In the loved image , graven on thy heart , Which would have saved thee from the tempter's art , And kept alive , in ...
... thine , which he hath ruin'd here ! No - had not reason's light totally set , And left thee dark , thou hadst an amulet In the loved image , graven on thy heart , Which would have saved thee from the tempter's art , And kept alive , in ...
Side 55
... thine Bless'd not my banner , ' twere but half divine . But why so mournful , child ? those eyes , that shone All life last night — what ! — is their glory gone ? Come , come — this morn's fatigue hath made them pale , They want ...
... thine Bless'd not my banner , ' twere but half divine . But why so mournful , child ? those eyes , that shone All life last night — what ! — is their glory gone ? Come , come — this morn's fatigue hath made them pale , They want ...
Side 61
... From reeking shrouds upon the rite look'd out ! That oath thou heard'st more lips than thine repeat - That cup - thou shudderest , lady – was it sweet ? - - - That cup we pledged , the charnel's choicest wine LALLA ROOKH . 61.
... From reeking shrouds upon the rite look'd out ! That oath thou heard'st more lips than thine repeat - That cup - thou shudderest , lady – was it sweet ? - - - That cup we pledged , the charnel's choicest wine LALLA ROOKH . 61.
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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