The Works of Thomas Moore: Lalla Rookh1823 |
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... hours , which were de- voted neither to the pillow nor the palankeen . There was a little Persian slave who sung sweetly to the Vina , and who , now and then , lulled the Princess to sleep with the ancient ditties of her country , about ...
... hours , which were de- voted neither to the pillow nor the palankeen . There was a little Persian slave who sung sweetly to the Vina , and who , now and then , lulled the Princess to sleep with the ancient ditties of her country , about ...
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... hour ? Not such the pageant now , though not less proud , — Yon warrior youth , advancing from the crowd , * The burning fountains of Brahma , near Chittogong , es- teemed as holy . - TURNER . + China . With silver bow , with belt of ...
... hour ? Not such the pageant now , though not less proud , — Yon warrior youth , advancing from the crowd , * The burning fountains of Brahma , near Chittogong , es- teemed as holy . - TURNER . + China . With silver bow , with belt of ...
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... 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 music , fraught ...
... 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 music , fraught ...
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... hour , entirely , wildly given To him and she believed , lost maid ! -to heaven ; Her brain , her heart , her passions all inflamed , How proud she stood , when in full Haram named The Priestess of the Faith ! -how flash'd her eyes With ...
... hour , entirely , wildly given To him and she believed , lost maid ! -to heaven ; Her brain , her heart , her passions all inflamed , How proud she stood , when in full Haram named The Priestess of the Faith ! -how flash'd her eyes With ...
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... Hours of delight and peace , long left behind , With that dear form came rushing o'er her mind ; But oh ! to think how deep her soul had gone In shame and falsehood since those moments shone ; And then her oath - there madness lay again ...
... Hours of delight and peace , long left behind , With that dear form came rushing o'er her mind ; But oh ! to think how deep her soul had gone In shame and falsehood since those moments shone ; And then her oath - there madness lay again ...
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angels Arab beautiful beneath bird bless'd bliss blood bowers breath bright brow Bucharia burning Caliph called Cashmere charm cheek dark dead dear death deep Delhi dread dream e'er earth eyes FADLADEEN falchion FERAMORZ fire flame flowers gardens GAZNA Genii Ghebers gleam glory gold golden groves HAFED Haram hath heart Heaven holy hour hung hyæna India Indian IRAN IRAN's Isles Khorassan King Koran Lake LALLA ROOKH light lips live look look'd lover lute maid MOKANNA moonlight Moslem mountain Naptha never night NOURMAHAL o'er pass'd PERI Persian poet Princess pure round SCOTT WARING seem'd sherbets 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 326 - And, oh ! if there be an Elysium on earth, It is this, it is this.
Side 303 - 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...
Side 293 - 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 187 - Oh ! ever thus, from childhood's hour, " I've seen my fondest hopes decay ; " I never loved a tree or flower, " But '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...
Side 64 - And a dew was distill'd from their flowers, that gave All the fragrance of summer, when summer was gone. Thus memory draws from delight, ere it dies, An essence that breathes of it many a year ; Thus bright to my soul, as 'twas then to my eyes, Is that bower on the banks of the calm BENDEMEER.
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. 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 by the calm BENDEMEER...
Side 158 - And now — behold him kneeling there By the child's side, in humble prayer, While the same sunbeam shines upon The guilty and the guiltless one, And hymns of joy proclaim through Heaven The Triumph of a soul Forgiven...
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 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 155 - Upon a brow more fierce than that, — Sullenly fierce — a mixture dire, Like thunder-clouds of gloom and fire, In which the Peri's eye could read Dark tales of many a ruthless deed ; The...