Lalla Rookh, with 69 illustr. by J. Tenniel1861 |
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Side vii
... Ancient Persian Fire - Altar , & c . & c . ' Twas one of those ambrosial eves A day of storm so often leaves . 205 211 216 222 227 233 236 238 Breathless she stands , with eyes cast down . He LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS . vii PAGE.
... Ancient Persian Fire - Altar , & c . & c . ' Twas one of those ambrosial eves A day of storm so often leaves . 205 211 216 222 227 233 236 238 Breathless she stands , with eyes cast down . He LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS . vii PAGE.
Side xiv
... leaves its own high home , at night , To shoot to distant shrines of light . " It comes , it comes , " young Orian cries , And panting to Mohassan flies . Then , down upon the flowery grass Reclines to see the vision pass ; With partly ...
... leaves its own high home , at night , To shoot to distant shrines of light . " It comes , it comes , " young Orian cries , And panting to Mohassan flies . Then , down upon the flowery grass Reclines to see the vision pass ; With partly ...
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... leaves to the composition of an epic poem : and such influence had his opinion upon the various tastes of the day , that all the cooks and poets of Delhi stood in awe of him . His political conduct and opinions were founded upon that ...
... leaves to the composition of an epic poem : and such influence had his opinion upon the various tastes of the day , that all the cooks and poets of Delhi stood in awe of him . His political conduct and opinions were founded upon that ...
Side 24
Thomas Moore. Oh Grief , beyond all other griefs , when fate First leaves the young heart lone and desolate In the wide world , without that only tie For which it lov'd to live or fear'd to die ; - Lorn as the hung - up lute , that ne'er ...
Thomas Moore. Oh Grief , beyond all other griefs , when fate First leaves the young heart lone and desolate In the wide world , without that only tie For which it lov'd to live or fear'd to die ; - Lorn as the hung - up lute , that ne'er ...
Side 25
... leaves , Did every tale of these enthusiasts find In the wild maiden's sorrow - blighted mind . All fire at once the madd'ning zeal she caught ; - Elect of Paradise ! blest , rapturous thought ! Predestin'd bride , in heaven's eternal ...
... leaves , Did every tale of these enthusiasts find In the wild maiden's sorrow - blighted mind . All fire at once the madd'ning zeal she caught ; - Elect of Paradise ! blest , rapturous thought ! Predestin'd bride , in heaven's eternal ...
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angel Arab AZIM beautiful beneath bird blest bliss blood blue damsel bowers breath bright brow Bucharia burning Caliph called Cashmere charm cheek dark dead dear death deep Delhi delightful dread dream e'en earth eyes FADLADEEN falchion FERAMORZ Ferdosi Ferishta fire flame flowers gardens GAZNA Ghebers glory gold golden groves HAFED Haram hath heart Heaven holy hour hung hyæna India IRAN'S Khorassan King Koran La Péri Lake LALLA ROOKH light lips live look look'd lov'd lovely idol lover lute maid minaret MOKANNA moonlight mountain Naphtha never night Note NOURMAHAL o'er pass'd PERI Persian poet Princess pure roses round sacred seem'd sherbets shining Shiraz shone sigh skies slave sleep smile song soul sound sparkling spirit stood sunk sweet sword Tahmuras tears thee thine thou throne Tibet tree turn'd Twas veil warm wave wild wings wretch young youth ZELICA Zoroaster
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Side 300 - Alas ! — how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love ! Hearts that the world in 'vain had tried, And sorrow but more closely tied ; That stood the storm, when waves were rough, Yet in a sunny hour fall off, Like ships that have gone down at sea, When heaven was all tranquillity...
Side 63 - There's a bower 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.
Side 147 - Now, upon Syria's land of roses Softly the light of Eve reposes, And, like a glory, the broad sun Hangs over sainted Lebanon ; Whose head in wintry grandeur towers, And whitens with eternal sleet, While summer, in a vale of flowers, Is sleeping rosy at his feet.
Side 64 - 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 137 - Oh ! if there be, on this earthly sphere, " A boon, an offering Heaven holds dear, ' 'Tis the last libation Liberty draws " From the heart that bleeds and breaks in her cause...
Side 103 - And they believe him !— oh ! the lover may Distrust that look which steals his soul away ; — The babe may cease to think that it can play With heaven's rainbow ;— alchymists may doubt The shining gold their crucible gives out ; — But Faith, fanatic Faith, once wedded fast To some dear falsehood, hugs it to the last.
Side 218 - Dead-Sea fruits, that tempt the eye, But turn to ashes on the lips ! His country's curse, his children's shame, Outcast of virtue, peace, and fame, May he, at last, with lips of flame On the parch'd desert thirsting die, — While lakes, that shone in mockery nigh...
Side 300 - And ruder words will soon rush in To spread the breach that words begin ; And eyes forget the gentle ray They wore in courtship's smiling day ; And voices lose the tone that shed A tenderness round all they said...
Side 149 - mid the roses lay, She saw a wearied man dismount From his hot steed, and on the brink Of a small imaret's rustic fount Impatient fling him down to drink.
Side 153 - thou blessed child ! When, young and haply pure as thou, I look'd and pray'd like thee ; but now — " He hung his head ; each nobler aim And hope and feeling, which had slept From boyhood's hour, that instant came Fresh o'er him, and he wept — he wept ! Blest tears of soul-felt penitence ! In whose benign, redeeming flow Is felt the first, the only sense Of guiltless joy that guilt can know.