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Side 37
And , passing on through upright ranks of Dead , Which to the maiden , doubly
craz ' d by dread , Seem ' d , through the bluish death - light round them cast , To
move their lips in mutterings as she pass ' dThere , in that awful place , when
each ...
And , passing on through upright ranks of Dead , Which to the maiden , doubly
craz ' d by dread , Seem ' d , through the bluish death - light round them cast , To
move their lips in mutterings as she pass ' dThere , in that awful place , when
each ...
Side 48
tis not for thee To scan the mazes f Heaven ' s mystery : The steel must pass
through fire , ere it cai yield Fit instruments for mighty hands to wield . . This very
night I mean to try the art Of powerful beauty on that warrior ' s heart . All that my ...
tis not for thee To scan the mazes f Heaven ' s mystery : The steel must pass
through fire , ere it cai yield Fit instruments for mighty hands to wield . . This very
night I mean to try the art Of powerful beauty on that warrior ' s heart . All that my ...
Side 134
Joy , joy forever ! my task is done The Gates are pass ' d , and Heaven is won ! . . .
Oh ! am I not ... AMBERABAD ! Farewell , ye odors of Earth , that die Passing
away like a lover ' s sigh ; My feast is now of the Tooba Tree , 196 134 Lalla
Rookb .
Joy , joy forever ! my task is done The Gates are pass ' d , and Heaven is won ! . . .
Oh ! am I not ... AMBERABAD ! Farewell , ye odors of Earth , that die Passing
away like a lover ' s sigh ; My feast is now of the Tooba Tree , 196 134 Lalla
Rookb .
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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