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Nor feel those ' godlike breathings in the air , . . Which mutely told her spirit had
been there ? Not he , that youthful warrior , no , too well For his soul ' s quiet work
' d the awakening spell ; And now , returning to his own dear land , Full of those ...
Nor feel those ' godlike breathings in the air , . . Which mutely told her spirit had
been there ? Not he , that youthful warrior , no , too well For his soul ' s quiet work
' d the awakening spell ; And now , returning to his own dear land , Full of those ...
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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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 hung Indian King Lake Lalla Rookh land leaves light lips live look lost maid morn mountain never night Note o'er once pass Persian poet pure rest rich rise rocks roses round seen shining side sigh slave sleep smile song soul sound spirit star stood story supposed sweet sword tears thee thou thought throne tree turn Twas veil voice wandering warm wave wild wind wings young youth