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Side 100
To - night - yes , sainted men ! this very night , I bid you all to a fair festal rite ,
Where - having deep refresh ' d each weary limb With viands , such as feast
Heaven ' s cherubim , And kindled up your souls , now sunk and dim , With that
pure ...
To - night - yes , sainted men ! this very night , I bid you all to a fair festal rite ,
Where - having deep refresh ' d each weary limb With viands , such as feast
Heaven ' s cherubim , And kindled up your souls , now sunk and dim , With that
pure ...
Side 174
This blessed day for Heaven and me , A day more rich in Pagan blood Than ever
flash ' d o ' er OMAN ' s flood . Before another dawn shall shine , His head - heart
- limbs — will all be mine ; This very night his blood shall steep These hands all ...
This blessed day for Heaven and me , A day more rich in Pagan blood Than ever
flash ' d o ' er OMAN ' s flood . Before another dawn shall shine , His head - heart
- limbs — will all be mine ; This very night his blood shall steep These hands all ...
Side 197
But , ah ! too soon that dream is past Again , again her fear returns ; Night ,
dreadful night . is gathering fast , More faintly the horizon burns , And every rosy
tint that lay On the smooth sea hath died away . Hastily to the darkening skies A
glance ...
But , ah ! too soon that dream is past Again , again her fear returns ; Night ,
dreadful night . is gathering fast , More faintly the horizon burns , And every rosy
tint that lay On the smooth sea hath died away . Hastily to the darkening skies A
glance ...
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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