Lalla Rookh: An Oriental RomanceD. Estes, 1899 - 297 sider |
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... falchion makes Terrible vistas through which victory breaks ! In vain Mokanna , ' midst the general flight , Stands , like the red moon , on some stormy night , Among the fugitive clouds that , hurrying by , Leave only her unshaken in ...
... falchion makes Terrible vistas through which victory breaks ! In vain Mokanna , ' midst the general flight , Stands , like the red moon , on some stormy night , Among the fugitive clouds that , hurrying by , Leave only her unshaken in ...
Side 170
... falchion by his side , I've heard him swear his lisping maid In time should be a warrior's bride ; And still , whene'er , at haram hours , I take him cool sherbets and flowers , He tells me , when in playful mood , A hero shall my ...
... falchion by his side , I've heard him swear his lisping maid In time should be a warrior's bride ; And still , whene'er , at haram hours , I take him cool sherbets and flowers , He tells me , when in playful mood , A hero shall my ...
Side 191
... falchion's last farewell , When hope's expiring throb is o'er , And e'en despair can prompt no more , This spot shall be the sacred grave Of the last few who , vainly brave , Die for the land they cannot save ! " His chiefs stood round ...
... falchion's last farewell , When hope's expiring throb is o'er , And e'en despair can prompt no more , This spot shall be the sacred grave Of the last few who , vainly brave , Die for the land they cannot save ! " His chiefs stood round ...
Side 193
... falchion for the fight ; And , had he look'd with clearer sight , Had not the mists that ever rise From a foul spirit dimm'd his eyes , He would have mark'd her shuddering frame , When from the field of blood he came , The faltering ...
... falchion for the fight ; And , had he look'd with clearer sight , Had not the mists that ever rise From a foul spirit dimm'd his eyes , He would have mark'd her shuddering frame , When from the field of blood he came , The faltering ...
Side 241
... falchion greets each brow , So fierce their toil , hath power to stir , But listless from each crimson hand The sword hangs , clogg'd with massacre . Never was horde of tyrants met With bloodier welcome , - never yet To patriot ...
... falchion greets each brow , So fierce their toil , hath power to stir , But listless from each crimson hand The sword hangs , clogg'd with massacre . Never was horde of tyrants met With bloodier welcome , - never yet To patriot ...
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angel Arab Azim beautiful beneath blest bliss blood bowers brave breath bride bright brow burning Caliph Cashmere charm cheek dark dead dear death deep Delhi dread dream e'en e'er earth eyes Fadladeen falchion Feramorz fierce fire flame flowers Gheber glance gleam glory Hafed haram hath heart heaven holy Holy Valley hour hung Iran Iran's Kenyon Cox KHORASSAN Lahore Lalla Rookh light lips look look'd lover lute maid minarets Mokanna moonlight Moslem mountain never night Nourmahal nymph o'er once pale pass'd Peri Persian Princess pure round ruin'd satrap seem'd sherbets shining shone sigh skies slave sleep smile soul sound sparkling spirit star stood sunk sweet sword tears thee thine thou thought throne towers turn'd twas Veil W. H. Low W. L. Taylor Walter Satterlee wandering warm warriors wave weep wild wings wretch young youth Zelica