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... its contour than his diminutive figure . His eyes , however , were dark and fine ; his fore- head bony , and with what a phrenologist would recognise as large bumps of wit ; the mouth pleasingly dimpled xxvi PREFATORY NOTICE .
... its contour than his diminutive figure . His eyes , however , were dark and fine ; his fore- head bony , and with what a phrenologist would recognise as large bumps of wit ; the mouth pleasingly dimpled xxvi PREFATORY NOTICE .
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... heads , of every hue and race , Bowing before that veiled and awful face , Like tulip - beds , § of different shapes and dyes , Bending beneath the invisible West - wind's sighs ! What new - made mystery now , for Faith to sign , And ...
... heads , of every hue and race , Bowing before that veiled and awful face , Like tulip - beds , § of different shapes and dyes , Bending beneath the invisible West - wind's sighs ! What new - made mystery now , for Faith to sign , And ...
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... head , Hundreds of banners , to the sunbeam spread , Waved , like the wings of the white birds that fan The flying ... heads , and forming a kind of canopy to shade them from the sun . " - Sale's Koran , vol . ii . p . 214 , note . The ...
... head , Hundreds of banners , to the sunbeam spread , Waved , like the wings of the white birds that fan The flying ... heads , and forming a kind of canopy to shade them from the sun . " - Sale's Koran , vol . ii . p . 214 , note . The ...
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... - Chardin . † An island in the Persian Gulf , celebrated for its white wine . The miraculous well at Mecca ; so called , says Sale , from the murmuring of its waters . Soon at the head of myriads , blind and fierce LALLA ROOKH . 15.
... - Chardin . † An island in the Persian Gulf , celebrated for its white wine . The miraculous well at Mecca ; so called , says Sale , from the murmuring of its waters . Soon at the head of myriads , blind and fierce LALLA ROOKH . 15.
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Thomas Moore William Michael Rossetti. Soon at the head of myriads , blind and fierce As hooded falcons , through the universe I'll sweep my darkening , desolating way , Weak man my instrument , curst man my prey ! * " Ye wise , ye learn ...
Thomas Moore William Michael Rossetti. Soon at the head of myriads , blind and fierce As hooded falcons , through the universe I'll sweep my darkening , desolating way , Weak man my instrument , curst man my prey ! * " Ye wise , ye learn ...
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Side 328 - The harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts, that once beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more. No more to chiefs and ladies bright The harp of Tara swells; The chord alone, that breaks at night, Its tale of ruin tells. Thus freedom now so seldom wakes, The only throb she gives, Is when some heart indignant breaks, To show that still...
Side 372 - Therefore, behold, the days come, saith the Lord, that it shall no more be called Tophet, nor the valley of the son of Hinnom, but the valley of Slaughter ; for they shall bury in Tophet, till there be no place.
Side 345 - She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers around her are sighing : But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying.
Side 56 - 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 299 - FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime, Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn.2 Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near, and the daylight's past!
Side 57 - 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 27 - 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 373 - But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way. So grant me, GOD, from every care And stain of passion free, Aloft, through Virtue's purer air, To hold my course to Thee ! No sin to cloud, no lure to stay My Soul, as home she springs ; — Thy Sunshine on her joyful way, Thy Freedom in her wings ! FALLEN IS THY THRONE.
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Side 374 - Come, brightly wafting through the gloom, Our peace-branch from above? Then sorrow, touched by Thee, grows bright With more than rapture's ray, As darkness shows us worlds of light We never saw by day.