Lalla RookhH. Altemus Company, 1895 - 273 sider "Lalla Rookh is an Oriental romance by Thomas Moore, published in 1817. The title is taken from the name of the heroine of the frame tale, the daughter of the 17th-century Mughal emperor Aurangzeb. The work consists of four narrative poems with a connecting tale in prose."--Wikipedia |
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... Nourmahal ; and here would Lalla Rookh have been happy to remain forever , giving up the throne of Bucharia and the world for Feramorz and love in this sweet , lonely valley . the time was now fast approaching when she must see him no ...
... Nourmahal ; and here would Lalla Rookh have been happy to remain forever , giving up the throne of Bucharia and the world for Feramorz and love in this sweet , lonely valley . the time was now fast approaching when she must see him no ...
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... Nourmahal , the Light of the Haram , who had so often wandered among these flowers , and fed with her own hands , in those marble basins , the small shining fishes of which she was so fond , the youth , in order to delay the moment of ...
... Nourmahal , the Light of the Haram , who had so often wandered among these flowers , and fed with her own hands , in those marble basins , the small shining fishes of which she was so fond , the youth , in order to delay the moment of ...
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... Nourmahal gave such magic of bliss ! But that loveliness , ever in motion , which plays Like the light upon autumn's soft shadowy days , Now here and now there , giving warmth as it flies From the lip to the cheek , from the cheek to ...
... Nourmahal gave such magic of bliss ! But that loveliness , ever in motion , which plays Like the light upon autumn's soft shadowy days , Now here and now there , giving warmth as it flies From the lip to the cheek , from the cheek to ...
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... Nourmahal . When free and uncrown'd as the Conqueror roved By the banks of that Lake , with his only beloved , He saw , in the wreaths she would playfully snatch From the hedges , a glory his crown could not match , Where is the loved ...
... Nourmahal . When free and uncrown'd as the Conqueror roved By the banks of that Lake , with his only beloved , He saw , in the wreaths she would playfully snatch From the hedges , a glory his crown could not match , Where is the loved ...
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... Nourmahal , his Haram's Light ! Hence is it , on this happy night , - When Pleasure through the fields and groves Has let loose all her world of loves , And every heart has found its own , He wanders THE LIGHT OF THE HARAM . 247.
... Nourmahal , his Haram's Light ! Hence is it , on this happy night , - When Pleasure through the fields and groves Has let loose all her world of loves , And every heart has found its own , He wanders THE LIGHT OF THE HARAM . 247.
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angel Arab Azim beauteous beautiful beneath blest bliss blood bowers brave breath bride bright brow Bucharia burning Caliph Cashmere charm cheek dark dead dear death deep Delhi dread dream e'en e'er earth eyes Fadladeen fair falchion fear Feramorz fierce fire flame flowers Gheber glance gleam glory glow Hafed Haram hath heart Heaven holy Holy Valley hour hung hyæna Iran Iran's la Péri Lahore Lalla Rookh light lips look look'd lover lute maid minarets Mokanna moonlight Moslem mountains never night Nourmahal nymph o'er once Ormuz pass'd Peri Persian poet Princess pure round ruin'd satrap seem'd shining Shiraz shone sigh skies slave sleep smile soul sound sparkling spirit star stood sunk sweet sword tears thee thine Thomas Moore thou thought throne towers turn'd twas veil voice wandering warm warrior wave weep wild wings wretch young youth Zelica
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Side 70 - soon wither'd that hung o'er the wave, But some blossoms were gather'd while freshly they shone, And a dew was distill'd from their flowers that gave All the fragrance of summer, when summer was . gone. Thus memory draws from delight, ere it dies, An essence that breathes of it many a year
Side 237 - Yet, ere it reach the plain below, Breaks into floods, that part forever. Oh, you that have the charge of Love, Keep him in rosy bondage bound, As in the Fields of Bliss above He sits, with flowerets fetter'd round; Loose not a tie that round him clings, -Nor ever let him use his wings ; For
Side 191 - cloudier eyes to shame. But no, 'twas but the minute's dream — A fantasy, — and ere the scream Had half-way pass'd her pallid lips, A death-like swoon, a chill eclipse Of soul and sense its darkness spread Around her, and she sunk as dead. How calm, how beautiful, comes on The stilly hour, when storms are gone
Side 134 - 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, Whose lonely columns stand sublime, Flinging their shadows from on high, Like dials which the wizard Time
Side 249 - of the Amra just oped by a bee ; And precious their tears as that rain from the sky, Which turns into pearls as it falls in the sea. Oh, think what the kiss and the smile must be worth When the sigh and the tear are so perfect in bliss ; And own, if there be an Elysium on earth, It is this, it is
Side 122 - Go, seek it, and redeem thy sin — 'Tis sweet to let the Pardon'd in." Rapidly as comets run To the embraces of the Sun, Fleeter than the starry brands Flung at night from angel hands, At those dark and daring sprites Down the blue vault the Peri flies,
Side 136 - Then swift his haggard brow he turn'd To the fair child, who fearless sat, Though never yet hath day-beam burn'd Upon a brow more fierce than that, — Sullenly fierce, a mixture dire, Like thunder-clouds, of gloom and fire, In which the Peri's eye could read
Side 70 - of roses by Bendemeer's stream, And the nightingale sings round it all the day long ; In the time of my childhood 'twas like a sweet dream To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song. That bower and its music I never forget ; But oft when alone, in the bloom of the year, I think — is the nightingale singing there yet? Are
Side 232 - all love and light, Visions by day and feasts by night ! A happier smile illumes each brow, With quicker spread each heart uncloses, And all is ecstasy — for now The Valley holds its Feast of Roses ; The joyous time, when pleasures pour Profusely round, and in their shower Hearts open, like the Season's Rose,
Side 129 - his own. Was safe from this foul midnight's breath. Safe in her father's princely halls, Where the cool airs from fountain falls, Freshly perfumed by many a brand Of the sweet wood from India's land, Were pure as she whose brow they fann'd. But see ! who yonder comes by stealth, This melancholy bower to seek.