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Side 29
... from fall to fall In many a maze descending , bright through all , Finds some fair
region where , each labyrinth past , it is In one full lake of light it rests at last ! )
That Holy Spirit , settling calm and free From lapse or shadow , centres all in me !
... from fall to fall In many a maze descending , bright through all , Finds some fair
region where , each labyrinth past , it is In one full lake of light it rests at last ! )
That Holy Spirit , settling calm and free From lapse or shadow , centres all in me !
Side 99
... and its tall minarets , That late have stood up in the evening glare Of the red
sun , unhallow ' d by a prayer ; - O ' er each , in turn , the dreadful flame - bolts fall
, And death and conflagration throughout all The desolate city hold high festival !
... and its tall minarets , That late have stood up in the evening glare Of the red
sun , unhallow ' d by a prayer ; - O ' er each , in turn , the dreadful flame - bolts fall
, And death and conflagration throughout all The desolate city hold high festival !
Side 118
How happy , " exclaim ' d this child of air , “ Are the holy Spirits who wander there
, ' Mid flowers that never shall fade or fall ; Though mine are the gardens of earth
and sea , And the stars themselves have flowers for me , One blossom of ...
How happy , " exclaim ' d this child of air , “ Are the holy Spirits who wander there
, ' Mid flowers that never shall fade or fall ; Though mine are the gardens of earth
and sea , And the stars themselves have flowers for me , One blossom of ...
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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