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Side 27
Ere manhood darken ' d o ' er his downy cheek , O ' erwhelm ' d in fight and
captive to the Greek , He linger ' d there , till peace dissolv ' d his chains ; Oh ,
who could , even in bondage , tread the plains Of glorious GREECE , nor feel his
spirit ...
Ere manhood darken ' d o ' er his downy cheek , O ' erwhelm ' d in fight and
captive to the Greek , He linger ' d there , till peace dissolv ' d his chains ; Oh ,
who could , even in bondage , tread the plains Of glorious GREECE , nor feel his
spirit ...
Side 104
Is it enough ? or must I , while a thrill Lives in your sapient bosoms , cheat you still
Swear that the burning death ye feel within Is but the trance with which Heaven ' s
joys begin ; That this foul visage , foul as e ' er disgrac ' d Even monstrous ...
Is it enough ? or must I , while a thrill Lives in your sapient bosoms , cheat you still
Swear that the burning death ye feel within Is but the trance with which Heaven ' s
joys begin ; That this foul visage , foul as e ' er disgrac ' d Even monstrous ...
Side 188
To feel thee is such real bliss , That had the world no joy but this , To sit in
sunshine calm and sweet , It were a world too exquisite For man to leave it for the
gloom , The deep , cold shadow of the tomb . E ' en Hinda , though she saw not
where ...
To feel thee is such real bliss , That had the world no joy but this , To sit in
sunshine calm and sweet , It were a world too exquisite For man to leave it for the
gloom , The deep , cold shadow of the tomb . E ' en Hinda , though she saw not
where ...
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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