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Side 119
... 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 I " The glorious Angel , who was keeping The gates of Light ,
beheld ...
... 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 I " The glorious Angel , who was keeping The gates of Light ,
beheld ...
Side 288
Flung at night from angel hands . “ The Mahometans suppose that falling stars
are the firebrands wherewith the good angels drive away the bad , when they
approach too near the empyrean or verge of the heavens . ” - Frier . Note 163 , p .
Flung at night from angel hands . “ The Mahometans suppose that falling stars
are the firebrands wherewith the good angels drive away the bad , when they
approach too near the empyrean or verge of the heavens . ” - Frier . Note 163 , p .
Side 311
Sweet as the angel ISRAFIL ' S . “ The angel Israfil , who has the most melodious
voice of all God ' s creatures . " - Sale . Note 294 , p . 208 . - Wound slow , as
through GOLOOX DA ' s vale . Soe Hoole upon the Story of Sinbad . lay . Note
295 ...
Sweet as the angel ISRAFIL ' S . “ The angel Israfil , who has the most melodious
voice of all God ' s creatures . " - Sale . Note 294 , p . 208 . - Wound slow , as
through GOLOOX DA ' s vale . Soe Hoole upon the Story of Sinbad . lay . Note
295 ...
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ancient 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 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 thou thought throne tree turn Twas Valley veil voice wandering warm wave wild wind wings young youth