Lalla Rookh: An Oriental RomanceD. Estes, 1899 - 297 sider |
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... , Draw venom forth that drives men mad ! Never did fierce Arabia send A satrap forth more direly great ; Never was Iran doom'd to bend Beneath a yoke of deadlier weight . Her throne had fallen ; her pride was crush'd ;. 158 LALLA ROOKH .
... , Draw venom forth that drives men mad ! Never did fierce Arabia send A satrap forth more direly great ; Never was Iran doom'd to bend Beneath a yoke of deadlier weight . Her throne had fallen ; her pride was crush'd ;. 158 LALLA ROOKH .
Side 182
... satrap of a bigot prince ! Have swarm'd among these Green Sea crags ; Yet here , even here , a sacred band , Ay , in the portal of that land Thou , Arab , dar'st to call thy own , Their spears across thy path have thrown ; Here - ere ...
... satrap of a bigot prince ! Have swarm'd among these Green Sea crags ; Yet here , even here , a sacred band , Ay , in the portal of that land Thou , Arab , dar'st to call thy own , Their spears across thy path have thrown ; Here - ere ...
Side 190
... spot , at least , no foot of slave Or satrap ever yet profaned ; And though but few , though fast the wave Of life is ebbing from our veins , Enough for vengeance still remains . As panthers , after set of sun , Rush from 190 LALLA ROOKH .
... spot , at least , no foot of slave Or satrap ever yet profaned ; And though but few , though fast the wave Of life is ebbing from our veins , Enough for vengeance still remains . As panthers , after set of sun , Rush from 190 LALLA ROOKH .
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