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Side 118
PARADISE AND THE PERL ONE morn a PERI at the gate Of Eden stood ,
disconsolate : And as she listen ' d to the Springs Of Life within , like music
flowing , And caught the light upon her wings Through the half - open portal
glowing , She ...
PARADISE AND THE PERL ONE morn a PERI at the gate Of Eden stood ,
disconsolate : And as she listen ' d to the Springs Of Life within , like music
flowing , And caught the light upon her wings Through the half - open portal
glowing , She ...
Side 130
189 But nought can charm the luckless PERI ; Her soul is sad her wings are
weary Joyless she sees the Sun look down On that great Temple , once his own ,
100 Whose lonely columns stand sublime , Flinging their shadows from on high ...
189 But nought can charm the luckless PERI ; Her soul is sad her wings are
weary Joyless she sees the Sun look down On that great Temple , once his own ,
100 Whose lonely columns stand sublime , Flinging their shadows from on high ...
Side 151
And scarce did manlier nerve uphold The hero Zal in that fond hour , Than wings
the youth who , fleet and bold , Now climbs the rocks to HINDA ' s bower . See -
light as up their granite steeps The rock - goats of ARABIA clamber , 280 Fearless
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And scarce did manlier nerve uphold The hero Zal in that fond hour , Than wings
the youth who , fleet and bold , Now climbs the rocks to HINDA ' s bower . See -
light as up their granite steeps The rock - goats of ARABIA clamber , 280 Fearless
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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