Lalla Rookh: An Oriental RomanceD. Estes, 1899 - 297 sider |
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Side 22
... thou hast yet Some tasks to learn , some frailties to forget , Ere the white war - plume o'er thy brow can wave ; But , once my own , mine all till in the grave ! ” — The pomp is at an end , the crowds are gone , Each ear and heart ...
... thou hast yet Some tasks to learn , some frailties to forget , Ere the white war - plume o'er thy brow can wave ; But , once my own , mine all till in the grave ! ” — The pomp is at an end , the crowds are gone , Each ear and heart ...
Side 23
... thou didst study him , till every tone And gesture and dear look became thy own , Thy voice like his , the changes of his face In thine reflected with still lovelier grace , Like echo , sending back sweet music , fraught With twice th ...
... thou didst study him , till every tone And gesture and dear look became thy own , Thy voice like his , the changes of his face In thine reflected with still lovelier grace , Like echo , sending back sweet music , fraught With twice th ...
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... Thou wert too soon the victim - shining came From Paradise , to people its pure sphere With souls like thine , which he hath ruin'd here ! No , had not reason's light totally set , — And left thee dark , thou hadst an amulet In the ...
... Thou wert too soon the victim - shining came From Paradise , to people its pure sphere With souls like thine , which he hath ruin'd here ! No , had not reason's light totally set , — And left thee dark , thou hadst an amulet In the ...
Side 42
... thou preachest or the heaven thou art ! What should I be without thee ? without thee How dull were power , how joyless victory ! Though borne by angels , if that smile of thine Bless'd not my banner , ' twere but half divine . But why ...
... thou preachest or the heaven thou art ! What should I be without thee ? without thee How dull were power , how joyless victory ! Though borne by angels , if that smile of thine Bless'd not my banner , ' twere but half divine . But why ...
Side 43
... thou saw'st him then ; Look'd he not nobly ? such the godlike men Thou'lt have to woo thee in the bowers above ; Though he , I fear , hath thoughts too stern for love , Too ruled by that cold enemy of bliss The world LALLA ROOKH . 43.
... thou saw'st him then ; Look'd he not nobly ? such the godlike men Thou'lt have to woo thee in the bowers above ; Though he , I fear , hath thoughts too stern for love , Too ruled by that cold enemy of bliss The world LALLA ROOKH . 43.
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