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Side 37
And , realizing more than youthful love : E ' er wish ' d or dream ' d , she should
forever rove Through fields of fragrance by her Azim ' s side , His own bless ' d ,
purified , eternal bride !' Twas from a scene , a witching trance like this , He
hurried ...
And , realizing more than youthful love : E ' er wish ' d or dream ' d , she should
forever rove Through fields of fragrance by her Azim ' s side , His own bless ' d ,
purified , eternal bride !' Twas from a scene , a witching trance like this , He
hurried ...
Side 155
But no - ' tis fix ' d - my awful doom Is fix ' d - on this side of the tomb We meet no
more ; why , why did Heaven Mingle two souls that earth has riven , Has rent
asunder wide as ours ? O Arab maid , as soon the Powers Of Light and Darkness
...
But no - ' tis fix ' d - my awful doom Is fix ' d - on this side of the tomb We meet no
more ; why , why did Heaven Mingle two souls that earth has riven , Has rent
asunder wide as ours ? O Arab maid , as soon the Powers Of Light and Darkness
...
Side 214
It came from yonder drifting bark , That just hath caught upon her side The death -
light - and again is dark . It is the boat - ah , why delay ' d ?That bears the
wretched Moslem maid ; Confided to the watchful care Of a small veteran band ,
with ...
It came from yonder drifting bark , That just hath caught upon her side The death -
light - and again is dark . It is the boat - ah , why delay ' d ?That bears the
wretched Moslem maid ; Confided to the watchful care Of a small veteran band ,
with ...
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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