Lalla RookhMilner and Sowerby, 1817 - 184 sider Written on the rectos (with some additions on the versos) of 118 p., with corrections and revisions by the author throughout. |
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Side 89
... Rock , On their light mountain steeds , of royal stock ; Then , Chieftains of DAMASCUs , proud to see The flashing of their swords ' rich marquetry ; Men , from the regions near the VOLGA's mouth , Mix'd with the rude , black archers of ...
... Rock , On their light mountain steeds , of royal stock ; Then , Chieftains of DAMASCUs , proud to see The flashing of their swords ' rich marquetry ; Men , from the regions near the VOLGA's mouth , Mix'd with the rude , black archers of ...
Side 91
... rock , their camp the torrent's bed . But none , of all who own'd the Chief's command , Rush'd to that battle - field with bolder hand , Or sterner hate than IRAN's outlaw'd men , 6 Her Worshippers of Fire - all panting then For ...
... rock , their camp the torrent's bed . But none , of all who own'd the Chief's command , Rush'd to that battle - field with bolder hand , Or sterner hate than IRAN's outlaw'd men , 6 Her Worshippers of Fire - all panting then For ...
Side 95
... rocks , And , to the last , devouring on his way , Bloodies the stream he hath not power to stay ! " Alla illa Alla ! ” the glad shout renew " Alla Akbar ! " ' — the Caliph's in MEROU . Hang out your gilded tapestry in the streets , And ...
... rocks , And , to the last , devouring on his way , Bloodies the stream he hath not power to stay ! " Alla illa Alla ! ” the glad shout renew " Alla Akbar ! " ' — the Caliph's in MEROU . Hang out your gilded tapestry in the streets , And ...
Side 137
... rocks and amber beds ; Whose mountains , pregnant by the beam Of the warm sun , with diamonds teem ; Whose rivulets are like rich brides , Lovely , with gold beneath their tides ; Whose sandal groves and bowers of spice Might be a ...
... rocks and amber beds ; Whose mountains , pregnant by the beam Of the warm sun , with diamonds teem ; Whose rivulets are like rich brides , Lovely , with gold beneath their tides ; Whose sandal groves and bowers of spice Might be a ...
Side 152
... rocks , With their rich restless wings , that gleam Variously in the crimson beam Of the warm west , - as if inlaid With brilliants from the mine , or made Of tearless rainbows , such as span The ' unclouded skies of Peristan ! And then ...
... rocks , With their rich restless wings , that gleam Variously in the crimson beam Of the warm west , - as if inlaid With brilliants from the mine , or made Of tearless rainbows , such as span The ' unclouded skies of Peristan ! And then ...
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angels Arab beautiful beneath bird blest bliss blood bowers breath breath'd bright brow burning Caliph called Cashmere charm cheek D'Herbelot dark dead dear death deep Delhi dread dream e'er earth ev'n eyes FADLADEEN falchion FERAMORZ Ferdosi Ferishta fire flame flowers gardens GAZNA Ghebers gleam glory gold golden Greek fire HAFED Haram hath heart heaven holy hour hung hyæna Indian IRAN's Khorassan King Koran Lake LALLA ROOKH light lips look look'd lov'd lover lute maid MOKANNA moonlight Moslem mountain Naptha never night NOURMAHAL o'er PERI Persian Princess pure round seem'd shade shining SHIRAZ shone sigh skies slave sleep smile soul sound sparkling spirit star stood sunk sweet sword Tahmuras tears thee thine thou thought throne Tibet towers Transoxiania tree turn'd twas veil warm wave Waved plates wild wings wretch young youth ZELICA
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Side 63 - 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 155 - mid the roses lay, She saw a wearied man dismount From his hot steed, and on the brink Of a small imaret's rustic fount Impatient fling him down to drink.
Side 154 - Cheer'd by this hope she bends her thither ; — Still laughs the radiant eye of Heaven, Nor have the golden bowers of Even In the rich West begun to wither ; — When, o'er the vale of BALBEC winging Slowly, she sees a child at play, Among the rosy wild flowers singing, As rosy and as wild as they ; Chasing, with eager hands and eyes, The beautiful blue damsel-flies...
Side 151 - 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 295 - WHO has not heard of the Vale of Cashmere, With its roses the brightest that earth ever gave, Its temples, and grottos, and fountains as clear As the love-lighted eyes that hang over their wave...
Side 159 - Twas a bright smile the Angel threw From Heaven's gate, to hail that tear Her harbinger of glory near ! "Joy, joy for ever! my task is done — The Gates are pass'd, and Heaven is won...
Side 156 - Lisping th' eternal name of God From purity's own cherub mouth, And looking, while his hands and eyes Are lifted to the glowing skies, Like a stray babe of Paradise, Just lighted on that flowery plain, And seeking for its home again...
Side 155 - 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 day-light sets, Is rising sweetly on the air, From Syria's thousand minarets...
Side 139 - Downward the Peri turns her gaze, And through the war-field's bloody haze Beholds a youthful warrior stand Alone beside his native river, The red blade broken in his hand And the last arrow in his quiver. " Live," said the conqueror, " live to share The trophies and the crowns I bear...
Side 304 - 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...