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Side 43
From that wild ZELICA , whose every glance Was thrilling fire , whose every
thought a , trance ! Upon his couch the Veild MOKANNA lay , While lamps around
not such as lend their ray , Glimmering and cold , to those who nightly pray . In
holy ...
From that wild ZELICA , whose every glance Was thrilling fire , whose every
thought a , trance ! Upon his couch the Veild MOKANNA lay , While lamps around
not such as lend their ray , Glimmering and cold , to those who nightly pray . In
holy ...
Side 171
Brave , suffering souls ! they little knew How many , a tear their injuries drew
From one weak maid , one gentle foe , Whom love first touch ' d with others ' woe
Whose life , ' as free from thought as sin , Slept like a lake , till Love threw in His ...
Brave , suffering souls ! they little knew How many , a tear their injuries drew
From one weak maid , one gentle foe , Whom love first touch ' d with others ' woe
Whose life , ' as free from thought as sin , Slept like a lake , till Love threw in His ...
Side 187
Had her bewilder ' d mind the power Of thought , in this terrific hour , She well
might marvel where or how Man ' s foot could scale that mountain ' s brow , Since
ne ' er had Arab heard or known Of path but through the glen alone . - But every ...
Had her bewilder ' d mind the power Of thought , in this terrific hour , She well
might marvel where or how Man ' s foot could scale that mountain ' s brow , Since
ne ' er had Arab heard or known Of path but through the glen alone . - But every ...
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