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Side 71
Dream on , unconscious boy ! while yet thou may ' st ; ' Tis the last bliss thy soul
shall ever taste , Clasp yet awhile her image to thy heart , Ere all the light , that
made it dear , depart . Think of her smiles as when thou saw ' st Lalla tookb . 71.
Dream on , unconscious boy ! while yet thou may ' st ; ' Tis the last bliss thy soul
shall ever taste , Clasp yet awhile her image to thy heart , Ere all the light , that
made it dear , depart . Think of her smiles as when thou saw ' st Lalla tookb . 71.
Side 153
Never before , but in her dreams , Had she beheld him pale as now : And those
were dreams of troubled sleep , From which ' twas joy to wake and weep ; Visions
, that will not be forgot , But sadden every waking scene , Like warning ghosts ...
Never before , but in her dreams , Had she beheld him pale as now : And those
were dreams of troubled sleep , From which ' twas joy to wake and weep ; Visions
, that will not be forgot , But sadden every waking scene , Like warning ghosts ...
Side 189
... Could frame more dreadful of her own . But does she dream ? has Fear again
Perplex ' d the workings of her brain , Or did a voice , all music , then Come from
the gloom , low whispering nearmer “ Tremble not , love , thy Gheber ' s here !
... Could frame more dreadful of her own . But does she dream ? has Fear again
Perplex ' d the workings of her brain , Or did a voice , all music , then Come from
the gloom , low whispering nearmer “ Tremble not , love , thy Gheber ' s here !
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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