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Side 62
... soul that loves it much Now heard far off , so far as but to seem Like the faint ,
exquisite music of a dream ; All was too much for him , too full of bliss , this ;
Soften ' d he sank upon a couch , and gave His soul up to sweet thoughts , like
wave ...
... soul that loves it much Now heard far off , so far as but to seem Like the faint ,
exquisite music of a dream ; All was too much for him , too full of bliss , this ;
Soften ' d he sank upon a couch , and gave His soul up to sweet thoughts , like
wave ...
Side 181
So wholly had her mind forgot All thoughts but one , she heeded not The rising
storm — the wave that cast A moment ' s midnight , as it pass ' dNor heard the
frequent shout , the tread Of gathering tumult o ' er her headClash ' swords , and ...
So wholly had her mind forgot All thoughts but one , she heeded not The rising
storm — the wave that cast A moment ' s midnight , as it pass ' dNor heard the
frequent shout , the tread Of gathering tumult o ' er her headClash ' swords , and ...
Side 187
But every thought was lost in fear , When , as their bounding bark drew near The
craggy base , she felt the waves Hurry them tow ' rd those dismal caves , That
from the Deep in windings pass Beneath that Mount ' s volcanic mass ;And loud a
...
But every thought was lost in fear , When , as their bounding bark drew near The
craggy base , she felt the waves Hurry them tow ' rd those dismal caves , That
from the Deep in windings pass Beneath that Mount ' s volcanic mass ;And loud a
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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