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Side 109
But live , my Azim ; - oh ! to call thee nine Thus once again ! my Azim - dream
divine ! Live , if thou ever lov ' dst me , if to meet Thy ZELICA hereafter would be
sweet , Oh , live to pray for her — to bend the knee Morning and night before that
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But live , my Azim ; - oh ! to call thee nine Thus once again ! my Azim - dream
divine ! Live , if thou ever lov ' dst me , if to meet Thy ZELICA hereafter would be
sweet , Oh , live to pray for her — to bend the knee Morning and night before that
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Side 121
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
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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
...
Side 191
Let him but live , - the burning tear , The sighs , so sinful , yet so dear , Which
have been all too much his own , Shall from this hour be Heaven ' s alone . Youth
pass ' d in penitence , and age and once In long and painful pilgrimage , is to be
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Let him but live , - the burning tear , The sighs , so sinful , yet so dear , Which
have been all too much his own , Shall from this hour be Heaven ' s alone . Youth
pass ' d in penitence , and age and once In long and painful pilgrimage , is to be
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angel appearance arms beautiful beneath bird bliss blood blue bowers breath bright brow called charm dark dead dear death deep delightful dread dream earth eyes fair fall fear feel fire flame flood flowers gardens give glory gold golden half hand hath head heard heart Heaven holy hope hour Indian King Lake LALLA Rookh land leaves light lips live look lost maid morn mountain never night Note o'er once pass Peri Persian poet pure rest rich rise rocks roses round seen shining side sigh slave sleep smile soul sound spirit star stood story sweet sword tears thee thine thou thought throne towers tree turn Twas veil voice wandering warm wave wild wind wings young youth