Lalla Rookh: An Oriental RomanceLeavitt & Allen, 1852 - 275 sider |
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... once , by luckless chance , he knew She looked and smiled 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 ...
... once , by luckless chance , he knew She looked and smiled 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 ...
Side 13
... once asked by Colonel W- the historian of British India , " whether it was true that Moore had never been in the East . " 66 Never , " answered Mackintosh . 66 ' Well , that shows me , " replied Colonel Ws , " that reading over D ...
... once asked by Colonel W- the historian of British India , " whether it was true that Moore had never been in the East . " 66 Never , " answered Mackintosh . 66 ' Well , that shows me , " replied Colonel Ws , " that reading over D ...
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... 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 fa- vorable 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 fa- vorable ideas of the Caste , expected but little in this new exhibition to interest her ; -she felt ...
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... once his faith , his sword , his soul obeyed The ' inspiring summons ; every chosen blade That fought beneath that banner's sacred text Seemed doubly edged , for this world and the next ; And ne'er did Faith with her smooth bandage bind ...
... once his faith , his sword , his soul obeyed The ' inspiring summons ; every chosen blade That fought beneath that banner's sacred text Seemed doubly edged , for this world and the next ; And ne'er did Faith with her smooth bandage bind ...
Side 34
... 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 thrilled 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 thrilled like ALLA's own ! The Young all dazzled by the plumes and lances ...
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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 Elizabeth Barrett Browning ev'n eyes FADLADEEN falchion FERAMORZ Ferdosi Ferishta fire flame flowers gardens Ghebers glory gold golden 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 passed PERI Persian Poem poet poetry Princess pure roses round ruined Scott Waring 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 twas Veil wandering warm wave wild wings wretch young youth ZELICA Zoroaster