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Side 124
Who could have thought , that there , even there , Amid those scenes so still and
fair , The Demon of the Plague hath cast From his hot wing a deadlier blast , More
mortal far than ever came From the red Desert ' s sands of flame ! So quick ...
Who could have thought , that there , even there , Amid those scenes so still and
fair , The Demon of the Plague hath cast From his hot wing a deadlier blast , More
mortal far than ever came From the red Desert ' s sands of flame ! So quick ...
Side 148
Beautiful are the maids that glide , On summer - eves , through YEMEN ' S 228
dales , And bright the glancing looks they hide Behind their litters ' roseate veils ;
And brides , as delicate and fair As the white jasmine flowers they wear , Hath ...
Beautiful are the maids that glide , On summer - eves , through YEMEN ' S 228
dales , And bright the glancing looks they hide Behind their litters ' roseate veils ;
And brides , as delicate and fair As the white jasmine flowers they wear , Hath ...
Side 152
This fancy ne ' er hath left her mind : And though , when terror ' s swoon had past ,
She saw a youth , of mortal kind , Before her in obeisance cast , Yet often since ,
when he hath spoken Strange , awful words , - and gleams have broken From ...
This fancy ne ' er hath left her mind : And though , when terror ' s swoon had past ,
She saw a youth , of mortal kind , Before her in obeisance cast , Yet often since ,
when he hath spoken Strange , awful words , - and gleams have broken From ...
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