Lalla Rookh: An Oriental RomanceFrederick A. Stokes Company, 1890 - 379 sider |
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... twas sacred from that hour ; . When thou didst study him till every tone And gesture and dear look became thy own , — Thy voice like his , the changes of his face In thine reflected with still lovelier grace , Like echo , sending back ...
... twas sacred from that hour ; . When thou didst study him till every tone And gesture and dear look became thy own , — Thy voice like his , the changes of his face In thine reflected with still lovelier grace , Like echo , sending back ...
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... twas a lustre , strange , unreal , wild ; And when she sung to her lute's touching strain , ' Twas like the notes , half ecstasy , half pain , The bulbul * utters , ere her soul depart , When , vanquished by some minstrel's powerful art ...
... twas a lustre , strange , unreal , wild ; And when she sung to her lute's touching strain , ' Twas like the notes , half ecstasy , half pain , The bulbul * utters , ere her soul depart , When , vanquished by some minstrel's powerful art ...
Side 53
... fantasy , which held thy mind in thrall Or dream that he , -of whose unholy flame Thou. To see in that gay Haram's glowing maids A sainted colony for Eden's shades ; " " TWAS FROM A BRILLIANT BANQUET . " Veiled Prophet of Khorassan . 53.
... fantasy , which held thy mind in thrall Or dream that he , -of whose unholy flame Thou. To see in that gay Haram's glowing maids A sainted colony for Eden's shades ; " " TWAS FROM A BRILLIANT BANQUET . " Veiled Prophet of Khorassan . 53.
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... Twas from a brilliant banquet , where the sound Of poesy and music breathed around , Together picturing to her mind and ear The glories of that Heaven , her destined sphere , Where all was pure , where every stain that lay 54 Lalla Rookh .
... Twas from a brilliant banquet , where the sound Of poesy and music breathed around , Together picturing to her mind and ear The glories of that Heaven , her destined sphere , Where all was pure , where every stain that lay 54 Lalla Rookh .
Side 55
... Twas from a scene , a witching trance like this He hurried her away , yet breathing bliss , To the dim charnel - house ; —through all its. " " TWAS FROM A BRILLIANT BANQUET . " " UPON HIS COUCH THE VEILED MOKANNA LAY . " Veiled Prophet ...
... Twas from a scene , a witching trance like this He hurried her away , yet breathing bliss , To the dim charnel - house ; —through all its. " " TWAS FROM A BRILLIANT BANQUET . " " UPON HIS COUCH THE VEILED MOKANNA LAY . " Veiled Prophet ...
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angel Arab AZIM bark beautiful beneath bird blessed bliss blood bowers breath bright brow burning Caliph called Cashmere charm cheek dark dead dear death deep Delhi dread e'er earth ev'n eyes FADLADEEN falchion FERAMORZ Ferdosi fire flame Genii Ghebers glittering glory gold golden HAFED Haram hath heart Heaven holy hour hyæna Indian IRAN'S Khorassan King Koran la Péri Lake LALLA ROOKH Libanus light lips live look lover lute maid MOKANNA moonlight Moslem mountain Naphtha never night NOURMAHAL nymph o'er once Paradise PERI Persian poet Princess pure round shade sherbets shining Shiraz shone sigh skies slave sleep smile soul sound sparkling spirit star stood sweet sword Tahmuras tears thee thine thou throne Tibet To-morrow the dreams towers tree Twas twine our braid veil wandering warm wave wild Wild warriors William Ouseley wind wings wretch young youth ZELICA Zoroaster
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Side 166 - 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 Pardon'd in ! " Rapidly as comets run To th...
Side 185 - Soften'd his spirit) look'd and lay, Watching the rosy infant's play : — Though still, whene'er his eye by chance Fell on the boy's, its lurid glance Met that unclouded, joyous gaze, As torches, that have burnt all night Through some impure and godless rite, Encounter morning's glorious rays. But, hark ! the vesper call to prayer, As slow the orb of daylight sets, Is rising sweetly on the air, From SYRIA'S thousand minarets...
Side 91 - There's a bower of roses by BENDEMEER'S§ stream, And the nightingale sings round it all the day long ; In the time of my childhood 'twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song.
Side 174 - 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 215 - 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 214 - Were wafted off to seas unknown, Where not a pulse should beat but ours, And we might live, love, die alone ! Far from the cruel and the cold, — Where the bright eyes of angels only Should come around us, to behold A paradise so pure and lonely. Would this be world enough for thee...
Side 167 - 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 169 - Oh ! if there be, on this earthly sphere, " A boon, an offering Heaven holds dear, ' 'Tis the last libation Liberty draws " From the heart that bleeds and breaks in her cause...
Side 298 - Oh ! fair as the sea-flower close to thee growing, How light was thy heart till Love's witchery came, Like the wind of the south...
Side 343 - There's a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has told, When two, that are link'd in one heavenly tie, With heart never changing, and brow never cold, Love on through all ills, and love on till they die!