The Works of Thomas Moore, Esq, Bind 1G. Smith, 1825 - 6 sider |
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... called " peculiarly his own . " Nor has he neglected those more solid attainments which should ever distinguish the well bred gentleman , for he is an excellent general scho- lar , and particularly well read in the literature of the ...
... called " peculiarly his own . " Nor has he neglected those more solid attainments which should ever distinguish the well bred gentleman , for he is an excellent general scho- lar , and particularly well read in the literature of the ...
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... called the Scattering of the Roses * ; till every part of the city was as fragrant as if a caravan of musk from Kho- ten had passed through it . The Princess , having taken leave of her kind father , who at parting hung a cornelian of ...
... called the Scattering of the Roses * ; till every part of the city was as fragrant as if a caravan of musk from Kho- ten had passed through it . The Princess , having taken leave of her kind father , who at parting hung a cornelian of ...
Side 44
... An Island in the Persian Gulf , celebrated for its white wine . The miraculous well at Mecca ; so called , Sale , from the murmuring of its waters To freshen the soul's virtues into flower ! And still 44 LALLA ROOKH .
... An Island in the Persian Gulf , celebrated for its white wine . The miraculous well at Mecca ; so called , Sale , from the murmuring of its waters To freshen the soul's virtues into flower ! And still 44 LALLA ROOKH .
Side 45
... called the Hand of Glory , the candle for which was made of the fat of a dead malefactor , This , however , was rather a western than an eastern superstition . " Ye shall have honours - wealth , -yes , THE VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN . 45.
... called the Hand of Glory , the candle for which was made of the fat of a dead malefactor , This , however , was rather a western than an eastern superstition . " Ye shall have honours - wealth , -yes , THE VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN . 45.
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... called the Fountain of Birds , of which it is so fond that it will follow wherever that water is carried . Of laden camels and their driver's songs ; - Ringing 84 LALLA ROOKH . WHOSE are the gilded tents that crowd the way, ...
... called the Fountain of Birds , of which it is so fond that it will follow wherever that water is carried . Of laden camels and their driver's songs ; - Ringing 84 LALLA ROOKH . WHOSE are the gilded tents that crowd the way, ...
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angels Arab beautiful beneath bird blest bliss blood bowers breath breath'd bright brow burning Caliph called Cashmere charm cheek D'Herbelot dark dead dear death deep Delhi dread dream e'er earth ev'n eyes FADLADEEN falchion FERAMORZ Ferdosi fire flame flowers gardens Genii Ghebers gleam glory gold golden groves HAFED Haram hath heart heaven holy hour hung hyæna India Indian IRAN IRAN's Isles Khedar Khorassan King Koran Lake LALLA ROOKH light lips live look look'd lov'd lute maid MOKANNA moonlight Moore mountain naptha never night NOURMAHAL o'er pass'd PERI Persian poet Princess pure roses round ruin'd seem'd sherbets shining SHIRAZ shone sigh skies slave sleep smile song soul sound sparkling spirit star stood sweet sword tears thee thine THOMAS MOORE thou throne Tibet tree turn'd Twas veil wave Waved plates wild wings wretch young youth ZELICA
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Side 232 - WHO has not heard of the Vale of Cashmere, With its roses the brightest that earth ever gave, Its temples, and grottos, and fountains as clear As the love-lighted eyes that hang over their wave...
Side 240 - 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 240 - 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; Till fast declining, one by one, The sweetnesses of love are gone...
Side 156 - twas the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle. To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die ! Now too — the joy most like divine Of all I ever dreamt or knew. To see thee, hear thee, call thee mine, — Oh, misery! must I lose that too? Yet go — on peril's brink we meet ; — Those frightful rocks — that treacherous sea — No, never come again — though sweet, Though heaven, it may be death to thee.
Side 117 - Go, wing thy flight from star to star, From world to luminous world, as far As the universe spreads its flaming wall : Take all the pleasures of all the spheres, And multiply each through endless years, One minute of Heaven is worth them all...
Side 116 - Mid flowers that never shall fade or fall ; Though mine are the gardens of earth and sea, And the stars themselves have flowers for me, One blossom of heaven out-blooms them all...
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 ; Thus bright to my soul, as 'twas then to my eyes, Is that bower on the banks of the calm Bendemeer...
Side 121 - Be this," she cried, as she wing'd her flight, "My welcome gift at the Gates of Light. Though foul are the drops that oft distil On the field of warfare, blood like this, For Liberty shed, so holy is, It would not stain the purest rill, That sparkles among the Bowers of Bliss!
Side 121 - 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 189 - Whose liquid flame is born of them ! When, 'stead of one unchanging breeze, There blow a thousand gentle airs, And each a different perfume bears, As if the loveliest plants and trees Had vassal breezes of their own To watch and wait on them alone, And waft no other breath than theirs : When the blue waters rise and fall, In sleepy sunshine mantling all ; And even that swell the tempest leaves Is like the full and silent heaves Of lovers' hearts when newly blest, Too newly to be quite at rest.