Lalla Rookh: an oriental romance by Thomas MooreLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1817 - 47 sider |
Fra bogen
Resultater 1-5 af 48
Side 21
... 'd a flower Or gem of thine , ' 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 THE VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN . 21.
... 'd a flower Or gem of thine , ' 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 THE VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN . 21.
Side 24
... twas a lustre , strange , unreal , wild ; And when she sung to her lute's touching strain , ' Twas like the notes , half ecstacy , half pain , The bulbul * utters , ere her soul depart , When , vanquish'd 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 ecstacy , half pain , The bulbul * utters , ere her soul depart , When , vanquish'd by some minstrel's powerful art ...
Side 26
... Twas from a brilliant banquet , where the sound Of poesy and music breath'd around , Together picturing to her mind and ear The glories of that heav'n , her destin'd sphere , Where all was pure , where every stain that lay Upon the ...
... Twas from a brilliant banquet , where the sound Of poesy and music breath'd around , Together picturing to her mind and ear The glories of that heav'n , her destin'd sphere , Where all was pure , where every stain that lay Upon the ...
Side 35
... twas from her , whom nought could dim Or sink till now , it startled even him . " Ha , my fair Priestess ! " - thus , with ready wile , Th ' impostor turn'd 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 , Th ' impostor turn'd to greet her " thou , whose smile " Hath inspiration in its rosy beam " Beyond ...
Side 56
... twas like a sweet dream , To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song . That bower and its music I never forget , • Musnuds are cushioned seats , usually reserved for per- sons of distinction . The Persians , like the ancient Greeks ...
... twas like a sweet dream , To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song . That bower and its music I never forget , • Musnuds are cushioned seats , usually reserved for per- sons of distinction . The Persians , like the ancient Greeks ...
Andre udgaver - Se alle
Almindelige termer og sætninger
angels Arab beautiful beneath bird blest bliss blood bowers breath bright brow Bucharia burning Caliph called Cashmere charm cheek dark dead dear death deep Delhi dread dream e'er earth ev'n eyes FADLADEEN falchion FERAMORZ Ferdosi fire flame flowers gardens Ghebers gleam glory gold golden groves HAFED Haram hath heart heaven holy hour hung India IRAN IRAN's Khorassan King Koran Lake LALLA ROOKH light lips live look look'd lov'd lover lute maid MOKANNA moonlight Moslem mountain Naptha never night NOURMAHAL o'er pass'd PERI Persian Persian Gulf poet princess pure round Scott Waring seem'd shade 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 tree turn'd Twas veil warm wave Waved plates wild wings wretch young youth ZELICA