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Side 72
Think , in her own still bower she waits thee now , With the same glow of heart
and bloom of brow , Yet shrin ' d in solitude - - thine all , thine only , Like the one
star above thee , bright and lonely . Oh ! that a dream so sweet , so long enjoy ' d
...
Think , in her own still bower she waits thee now , With the same glow of heart
and bloom of brow , Yet shrin ' d in solitude - - thine all , thine only , Like the one
star above thee , bright and lonely . Oh ! that a dream so sweet , so long enjoy ' d
...
Side 138
of Lahore , whose mausoleums and shrines , magnificent and numberless ,
where Death appeared to share equal honors with Heaven , would have
powerfully affected the heart and imagination of Lalla ROoky , if feelings more of
this earth ...
of Lahore , whose mausoleums and shrines , magnificent and numberless ,
where Death appeared to share equal honors with Heaven , would have
powerfully affected the heart and imagination of Lalla ROoky , if feelings more of
this earth ...
Side 217
One wild , heart - broken shriek she gave ; Then sprung , as if to reach that blaze ,
Where still she fix ' d her dying gaze , And , gazing , sunk into the wave ,Deep ,
deep , — where never care or pain Shall reach her innocent heart again I ...
One wild , heart - broken shriek she gave ; Then sprung , as if to reach that blaze ,
Where still she fix ' d her dying gaze , And , gazing , sunk into the wave ,Deep ,
deep , — where never care or pain Shall reach her innocent heart again I ...
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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