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Side 189
... Could frame more dreadful of her own . But does she dream ? has Fear again
Perplex ' d the workings of her brain , Or did a voice , all music , then Come from
the gloom , low whispering nearmer “ Tremble not , love , thy Gheber ' s here !
... Could frame more dreadful of her own . But does she dream ? has Fear again
Perplex ' d the workings of her brain , Or did a voice , all music , then Come from
the gloom , low whispering nearmer “ Tremble not , love , thy Gheber ' s here !
Side 193
In vain , with mingled hope and fear , She looks for him , whose voice so dear
Had come , like music ... dream ! again ' tis fied And oh , the shoots , the pangs of
dread That through her inmost bosom run , When voices from 13 Lalla Rookb .
In vain , with mingled hope and fear , She looks for him , whose voice so dear
Had come , like music ... dream ! again ' tis fied And oh , the shoots , the pangs of
dread That through her inmost bosom run , When voices from 13 Lalla Rookb .
Side 247
While now a voice , sweet as the note Of the charm ' d lute , was heard to float
Along its chords , and so entwine Its sounds with theirs , that none know whether
The voice or lute was most divine , So wondrously they went together : - .
While now a voice , sweet as the note Of the charm ' d lute , was heard to float
Along its chords , and so entwine Its sounds with theirs , that none know whether
The voice or lute was most divine , So wondrously they went together : - .
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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