Lalla Rookh: An Oriental RomanceLeavitt & Allen, 1852 - 275 sider |
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Side 35
... 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 sweet ...
... 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 sweet ...
Side 37
... 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 39
... 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 Upon the ...
... 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 Upon the ...
Side 48
... twas from her , whom nought could dim Or sink till now , it startled even him . " Ha , my fair Priestess ! " - thus , with ready wile , The ' Impostor turned to greet her " thou , whose smile " Hath inspiration in its rosy beam " Beyond ...
... twas from her , whom nought could dim Or sink till now , it startled even him . " Ha , my fair Priestess ! " - thus , with ready wile , The ' Impostor turned to greet her " thou , whose smile " Hath inspiration in its rosy beam " Beyond ...
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 ...
... 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 ...
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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