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Side 64
... forged in the green sunny bowers , As they were captives to the King of
Flowers ; * * And some disporting round , unlink ' d and free , Who seem ' d to
mock their sisters ' slavery ; And round and round them still , in wheeling flight ,
Went , like ...
... forged in the green sunny bowers , As they were captives to the King of
Flowers ; * * And some disporting round , unlink ' d and free , Who seem ' d to
mock their sisters ' slavery ; And round and round them still , in wheeling flight ,
Went , like ...
Side 226
A happier smile illumes each brow , With quicker spread each heart encloses
And all is ecstasy - for now The Valley holds its Feast of Roses ; 818 The joyous
Time , when pleasures pour Profusely round , and , in their shower , Hearts open
...
A happier smile illumes each brow , With quicker spread each heart encloses
And all is ecstasy - for now The Valley holds its Feast of Roses ; 818 The joyous
Time , when pleasures pour Profusely round , and , in their shower , Hearts open
...
Side 281
Round the rich city and the plain for miles . “ Il amusa pendant deux mois le ...
The parts of the night are made known as well by instruments of music , as by the
rounds of the watchmen with cries and small drums . ( See Burder ' s Oriental ...
Round the rich city and the plain for miles . “ Il amusa pendant deux mois le ...
The parts of the night are made known as well by instruments of music , as by the
rounds of the watchmen with cries and small drums . ( See Burder ' s Oriental ...
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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