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Side 6
Then , down upon the flowery grass Reclines to see the vision pass ; With partly
joy and partly fear , · To find its wondrous light so near , And hiding oft his dazzled
eyes , Among the flowers on which he lies . Within the boat a baby slept , Like a ...
Then , down upon the flowery grass Reclines to see the vision pass ; With partly
joy and partly fear , · To find its wondrous light so near , And hiding oft his dazzled
eyes , Among the flowers on which he lies . Within the boat a baby slept , Like a ...
Side 155
_ ” “ Say on - thou fear ' st not then , And we may meet - oft meet again ? ” " Oh !
look not so beneath the skies I now fear nothing but those eyes . If aught on earth
could charm or force My spirit from its destin ' d course , If aught could make this ...
_ ” “ Say on - thou fear ' st not then , And we may meet - oft meet again ? ” " Oh !
look not so beneath the skies I now fear nothing but those eyes . If aught on earth
could charm or force My spirit from its destin ' d course , If aught could make this ...
Side 193
... And saw those towers all desolate , That o ' er her head terrific frown ' d , As if
defying e ' en the smile Of that soft heaven to gild their pile . In vain , with mingled
hope and fear , She looks for him , whose voice so dear Had come , like music ...
... And saw those towers all desolate , That o ' er her head terrific frown ' d , As if
defying e ' en the smile Of that soft heaven to gild their pile . In vain , with mingled
hope and fear , She looks for him , whose voice so dear Had come , like music ...
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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