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Side 73
A strange emotion stirs within him , - more Than mere compassion ever wak ' d
before ; Unconsciously he opes his arms , while she Springs forward , as with life
' s last energy , But , swooning in that one convulsive bound , Sinks , ere she ...
A strange emotion stirs within him , - more Than mere compassion ever wak ' d
before ; Unconsciously he opes his arms , while she Springs forward , as with life
' s last energy , But , swooning in that one convulsive bound , Sinks , ere she ...
Side 126
far off , through moonlight dim , He knew his own betrothed bride , She , who
would rather die with him , Than live to gain the world beside - Her arms are
round her lover now , His livid cheek to hers she presses , And dips , to bind his
burning ...
far off , through moonlight dim , He knew his own betrothed bride , She , who
would rather die with him , Than live to gain the world beside - Her arms are
round her lover now , His livid cheek to hers she presses , And dips , to bind his
burning ...
Side 151
Even now thou seest the flashing spray , That lights his oar ' s impatient way ;
Even now thou hear ' st the sudden shock Of his swift bark against the rock , And
stretchest down thy arms of snow , As if to lift him from below ! Like her , to whom
at ...
Even now thou seest the flashing spray , That lights his oar ' s impatient way ;
Even now thou hear ' st the sudden shock Of his swift bark against the rock , And
stretchest down thy arms of snow , As if to lift him from below ! Like her , to whom
at ...
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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