 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...  Lalla Rookh - Side 136af Thomas Moore - 1895 - 273 siderFuld visning - Om denne bog
 | 1817 - 576 sider
...Black as the damning drops that fall From the denouncing Angel's pen, Ere Mercy weeps them out again ! To the fair child, who fearless sat, Though never yet hath day-beam burn'd Moore's Lolla Rookh, a Romance. •<- Yet tranquil now that man of crime, (As if the balmy evening... | |
 | Ralph Griffiths, George Edward Griffiths - 1817 - 572 sider
...profan'd — Oaths broken —and the threshold stain'd With blood of guests! —there written, all, * To the fair child, who fearless sat, Though never yet hath day-beam burn'd Black as the damning drops that fall From the denouncing Angel's pen, Ere Mercy weeps them out again!... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1823 - 428 sider
...Of a small imaret's rustic fount Impatient fling him down to drink. Then swift his haggard brow lie turn'd To the fair child, who fearless sat, Though...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... | |
 | Cabinet - 1824 - 440 sider
...his hot steed, and on the brink Of a small imaret's rustic fount Impatient fling him down to drink. Then swift his haggard brow he turn'd To the fair...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... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1825 - 326 sider
...small imaret's rustic fount Impatient fling him down to drink. Then swift his Iraggard brow he turu'd To the fair child, who fearless sat, Though never yet hath day-beam burn'i] Upon a brow more fierce than that,— Sullenly fierce—a mixture dire, Like thunder-clouds,... | |
 | George Croly - 1828 - 430 sider
...his hot steed, and on the brink Of a small imaret's rustic fount Impatient fling him down to drink. To the fair child, who fearless sat, Though never yet hath day-beam burned Upon a brow more fierce than that,— Sullenly fierce,—a mixture dire, Like thunder-clouds... | |
 | 1828 - 814 sider
...small imaret's rustic fount, Impatient fling him down to drink. Then swift his haggard brow he turned To the fair child, who fearless sat, Though never yet hath day-beam burned Upon a brow more fierce than that,— Sullenly fierce—a mixture dire, Like thunder-clouds,... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1829 - 456 sider
...Impatient lini;; him down to drink. Then swift his haggard hrnw he turn'd To the fair child, who fe.irles« 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 1 fire! Jn which the Peri's eye could read... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1829 - 470 sider
...brink Of a MM,ill un.in-i's rustic fount(8i) Impatient Mm;; him down to drink. Then swift hish.iggard brow he turn'd To the fair child, who fearless sat, Though never yd hath <t;iy-beain Imra'd Upon a brow more fierce than that,— Siili, nly fierce—a mixture dire,... | |
 | George Croly - 1831 - 436 sider
...forehead to the south, As slow the orb of daylight sets, Is rising sweetly on the air, • MOORE. 3ig. To the fair child, who fearless sat, Though never yet hath day-beam burned Upon a brow more fierce than that,— Sullenly fierce,—a mixture dire, Like thunder-clouds... | |
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