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Side 153
How sweetly , ” said the trembling maid , Of her own gentle voice afraid , So long
had they in silence stood , Looking upon that tranquil flood“ How sweetly does
the moonbeam smile To - night upon yon leafy isle ! Oft , in my fancy ' s ...
How sweetly , ” said the trembling maid , Of her own gentle voice afraid , So long
had they in silence stood , Looking upon that tranquil flood“ How sweetly does
the moonbeam smile To - night upon yon leafy isle ! Oft , in my fancy ' s ...
Side 234
30 In vain the Valley ' s smiling throng Worship him , as he moves along ; He
heeds them not - one smile of hers Is worth a world of worshippers . They but the
Star ' s adorers are , She is the Heav ' n that lights the Star ! Hence is it , too , that
...
30 In vain the Valley ' s smiling throng Worship him , as he moves along ; He
heeds them not - one smile of hers Is worth a world of worshippers . They but the
Star ' s adorers are , She is the Heav ' n that lights the Star ! Hence is it , too , that
...
Side 244
864 All these in richest vases smile , In baskets of pure sandal - wood , And urns
of porcelain from that isle 866 Sunk underneath the Indian flood , Whence oft the
lucky diver brings Vases to grace the halls of kings . Wines , too , of every clime ...
864 All these in richest vases smile , In baskets of pure sandal - wood , And urns
of porcelain from that isle 866 Sunk underneath the Indian flood , Whence oft the
lucky diver brings Vases to grace the halls of kings . Wines , too , of every clime ...
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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