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Side 48
... young MIRZALA ' s blue eyes , Whose sleepy lid like snow on violets lies ;
AROUYA ' s cheeks , warm as a spring - day sun , And lips that , like the seal of
SOLOMON , Have magic in their pressure ; ZEBA ' s lute , And LILLA ' s dancing
feet ...
... young MIRZALA ' s blue eyes , Whose sleepy lid like snow on violets lies ;
AROUYA ' s cheeks , warm as a spring - day sun , And lips that , like the seal of
SOLOMON , Have magic in their pressure ; ZEBA ' s lute , And LILLA ' s dancing
feet ...
Side 49
Whose gentle lips persuade without a word , Whose words , ev ' n when
unmeaning , are ador ' d , Like inarticulate breathings from a shrine , Which our
faith takes for granted are divine ! Such is the nymph we want , all warmth and
light , To ...
Whose gentle lips persuade without a word , Whose words , ev ' n when
unmeaning , are ador ' d , Like inarticulate breathings from a shrine , Which our
faith takes for granted are divine ! Such is the nymph we want , all warmth and
light , To ...
Side 127
All in those proffer ' d lips alone Those lips that , then so fearless grown , ' - Never
until that instant came Near his unask ' d or without shame . “ Oh ! let me only
breathe the air , That blessed air , that ' s breath ' d by thee , And , whether on its ...
All in those proffer ' d lips alone Those lips that , then so fearless grown , ' - Never
until that instant came Near his unask ' d or without shame . “ Oh ! let me only
breathe the air , That blessed air , that ' s breath ' d by thee , And , whether on its ...
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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