Lalla Rookh: An Oriental RomanceT. Y. Crowell & Company, 1888 - 290 sider |
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... 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 ...
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... twas a lustre , strange , unreal , wild ; And when she sung to her lute's touching strain , ' Twas like the notes , half ecstasy , half pain , 47 The bulbul 7 utters , ere her soul depart , When , vanquish'd by some minstrel's powerful ...
... twas a lustre , strange , unreal , wild ; And when she sung to her lute's touching strain , ' Twas like the notes , half ecstasy , half pain , 47 The bulbul 7 utters , ere her soul depart , When , vanquish'd by some minstrel's powerful ...
Side 37
... 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 heaven , 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 heaven , her destin'd sphere , Where all was pure , where every stain that lay Upon the ...
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... 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 turn'd to greet her- " thou , whose smil Hath inspiration in its rosy beam Beyond the ...
... 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 turn'd to greet her- " thou , whose smil Hath inspiration in its rosy beam Beyond the ...
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... 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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