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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 ...
Side 307
Note 266 , p . 176 . - The Bidmusk had just passed over . - “ A wind which prevails
in February , called Bidmusk , from a small and odoriferous flower of that namo . "
- " The wind which blows these flowers commonly lasts till the end of the month ...
Note 266 , p . 176 . - The Bidmusk had just passed over . - “ A wind which prevails
in February , called Bidmusk , from a small and odoriferous flower of that namo . "
- " The wind which blows these flowers commonly lasts till the end of the month ...
Side 316
Here they were visited by their companions , who brought them the choicest
odors . " - Richardson . Note 325 , p . 231 . - Of the flowers of this planeta though
treasures were there . In the Malay language the same word signifies women and
...
Here they were visited by their companions , who brought them the choicest
odors . " - Richardson . Note 325 , p . 231 . - Of the flowers of this planeta though
treasures were there . In the Malay language the same word signifies women and
...
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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