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Side 100
... hid Beneath this Veil , the flashing of whose lid Could , like a sun - stroke of the
desert , wither Millions of such as yonder Chief brings hither ' s Long have its
lightnings slept - too long - but - now All earth shall feel the unveiling of this brow !
... hid Beneath this Veil , the flashing of whose lid Could , like a sun - stroke of the
desert , wither Millions of such as yonder Chief brings hither ' s Long have its
lightnings slept - too long - but - now All earth shall feel the unveiling of this brow !
Side 126
... Was safe from this foul midnight ' s breath , Safe in her father ' s princely halls ,
Where the cool airs from fountain falls , Freshly perfum ' d by many a brand Of the
sweet wood from India ' s land , Were pure as she whose brow they fann ' d .
... Was safe from this foul midnight ' s breath , Safe in her father ' s princely halls ,
Where the cool airs from fountain falls , Freshly perfum ' d by many a brand Of the
sweet wood from India ' s land , Were pure as she whose brow they fann ' d .
Side 131
Then swift his haggard brow he turn ' d To the fair child , who fearless sat ,
Though never yet hath day - beam burn ' d Upon a brow more fierce than that ,
Sullenly fierce - a mixture dire , Like thunder - clouds , of gloom and fire ; bavne In
which ...
Then swift his haggard brow he turn ' d To the fair child , who fearless sat ,
Though never yet hath day - beam burn ' d Upon a brow more fierce than that ,
Sullenly fierce - a mixture dire , Like thunder - clouds , of gloom and fire ; bavne In
which ...
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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