Lalla Rookh: An Oriental RomanceC.S. Francis, 1845 - 278 sider |
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Side 35
... dread , unlooked for , like a visitant From the ' other world , he comes as if to haunt Thy guilty soul with dreams of lost delight , Long lost to all but memory's aching ' sight ; - Sad dreams ! as when the Spirit of our Youth Returns ...
... dread , unlooked for , like a visitant From the ' other world , he comes as if to haunt Thy guilty soul with dreams of lost delight , Long lost to all but memory's aching ' sight ; - Sad dreams ! as when the Spirit of our Youth Returns ...
Side 37
... dread Fell withering on her soul , " AZIм is dead ! " O 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 loved to live or feared to die ...
... dread Fell withering on her soul , " AZIм is dead ! " O 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 loved to live or feared to die ...
Side 39
... with design To show the gay and proud she too can shine And , passing on through upright ranks of Dead , Which to the maiden , doubly crazed by dread , Seemed , through the bluish death - light round them VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN . 39.
... with design To show the gay and proud she too can shine And , passing on through upright ranks of Dead , Which to the maiden , doubly crazed by dread , Seemed , through the bluish death - light round them VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN . 39.
Side 40
... dread hour , entirely , wildly given To him and she believed , lost maid ! -to heaven ; Her brain , her heart , her passions all inflamed , How proud she stood , when in full Haram named The Priestess of the Faith ! -how flashed her ...
... dread hour , entirely , wildly given To him and she believed , lost maid ! -to heaven ; Her brain , her heart , her passions all inflamed , How proud she stood , when in full Haram named The Priestess of the Faith ! -how flashed her ...
Side 50
... dread of frowns from her , of virtuous frowns , were fled , And the wretch felt assured that , once plunged in , Her woman's soul would know no pause in sin ! At first , though mute she listened , like a dream Seemed all he said : nor ...
... dread of frowns from her , of virtuous frowns , were fled , And the wretch felt assured that , once plunged in , Her woman's soul would know no pause in sin ! At first , though mute she listened , like a dream Seemed all he said : nor ...
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angels Arab beautiful beneath bird blessed bliss blood bowers breath bright brow burning Caliph called Cashmere charm cheek D'Herbelot dark dead dear death deep Delhi delight dread dream e'er earth ev'n eyes FADLADEEN fairy falchion FERAMORZ Ferdosi Ferishta fierce fire flame flowers gardens Ghebers glory gold golden Greek fire HAFED Haram hath heart heaven holy hour hung hyæna Indian IRAN's Khorassan King Koran La Péri Lake LALLA ROOKH light lips live look lover lute maid MOKANNA moonlight Moslem mountain Naphtha never night NOURMAHAL o'er once passed PERI Persian poet Princess pure round ruined Scott Waring shining Shiraz shone sigh skies slave sleep smile song soul sound sparkling spirit star stood story sunk sweet sword Tahmuras tears thee thine thou thought throne Tibet tree twas Veil voice wandering warm wave wild wings wretch young youth ZELICA Zoroaster
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Side 120 - Nymph of a fair but erring line ! " Gently he said — " one hope is thine. "Tis written in the Book of Fate, The Peri yet may be forgiven Who brings to this eternal gate The gift that is most dear to heaven ! Go seek it, and redeem thy sin, — 'Tis sweet to let the pardoned in.
Side 67 - twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song. That bower and its music I never forget, But oft when alone, in the bloom of the year, I think — Is the nightingale singing there yet? Are the roses still bright by the calm BENDEMEER?
Side 132 - 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 120 - 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 247 - Alas ! — how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love ! Hearts that the world in vain had tried, And sorrow but more closely tied ; That stood the storm, when waves were rough, Yet in a sunny hour fall off, Like ships that have gone down at sea. When heaven was all tranquillity...
Side 241 - Or to see it by moonlight, — when mellowly shines The light o'er its palaces, gardens, and shrines ; When the water-falls gleam, like a quick fall of stars, And the nightingale's hymn from the Isle of Chenars Is broken by laughs and light echoes of feet From the cool, shining walks where the young people meet.
Side 159 - twas the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle, To glad me with its soft black eye, • But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die ! Now too— the joy most like divine Of all I ever dreamt or knew, To see thee, hear thee, call thee mine,— Oh, misery ! must I lose that too ? Yet go — on peril's brink we meet ; — Those frightful rocks — that treacherous sea — No, never come again — though sweet, Though heaven, it may be death to thee.
Side 122 - The fig-tree, not that kind for fruit renown'd, But such as, at this day, to Indians known, In Malabar or Decan spreads her arms, Branching so broad and long, that in the ground The bended twigs take root, and daughters grow About the mother tree, a pillar'd shade, High overarch'd, and echoing walks between...
Side 128 - Whose fruit and blossoms in the breeze Were wantoning together, free, Like age at play with infancy — Beneath that fresh and springing bower, Close by the Lake, she heard the moan Of one who, at this silent hour, Had thither stol'n to die alone. One who in life where'er he mov'd, Drew after him the hearts of many...
Side 136 - 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 the...