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Side 13
... blood to seal , as genuine and divine , - What dazzling mimickry of God's own power Hath the bold Prophet plann'd to grace this hour ? Not such the pageant now , though not less proud , Yon warrior youth , advancing from the crowd ...
... blood to seal , as genuine and divine , - What dazzling mimickry of God's own power Hath the bold Prophet plann'd to grace this hour ? Not such the pageant now , though not less proud , Yon warrior youth , advancing from the crowd ...
Side 36
... blood " For truths too heavenly to be understood ; " And your State Priests , sole venders of the lore , " That works salvation ; as on Ava's shore , - " Where none but priests are privileg'd to trade " In that best marble of which Gods ...
... blood " For truths too heavenly to be understood ; " And your State Priests , sole venders of the lore , " That works salvation ; as on Ava's shore , - " Where none but priests are privileg'd to trade " In that best marble of which Gods ...
Side 81
... blood - I feel it in my soul ! " And the Veil'd Bridegroom — hist ! I've seen to - night " What angels know not of - so foul a sight , " So horrible ― oh ! never may'st thou see " What there lies hid from all but hell and me ! " But I ...
... blood - I feel it in my soul ! " And the Veil'd Bridegroom — hist ! I've seen to - night " What angels know not of - so foul a sight , " So horrible ― oh ! never may'st thou see " What there lies hid from all but hell and me ! " But I ...
Side 92
... blood ! Twice hath the Sun upon their conflict set , And ris'n again , and found them grappling yet ; While steams of carnage , in his noon - tide blaze , Smoke up to heav'n - hot as that crimson haze , By which the prostrate Caravan is ...
... blood ! Twice hath the Sun upon their conflict set , And ris'n again , and found them grappling yet ; While steams of carnage , in his noon - tide blaze , Smoke up to heav'n - hot as that crimson haze , By which the prostrate Caravan is ...
Side 94
... , in that hour of blood , Had all God's seraphs round MOKANNA stood , With swords of fire , ready like fate to fall , MOKANNA'S Soul would have defied them all ; - Yet now , the rush of fugitives , too strong 94 LALLA ROOKH .
... , in that hour of blood , Had all God's seraphs round MOKANNA stood , With swords of fire , ready like fate to fall , MOKANNA'S Soul would have defied them all ; - Yet now , the rush of fugitives , too strong 94 LALLA ROOKH .
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angels Arab AZIM beautiful beneath bird blest bliss blood bowers breath 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 Ferishta fire flame flowers gardens Gazna Genii Ghebers gleam glory gold golden HAFED Haram hath heart heaven holy hour hung hyæna Indian IRAN's Khorassan King Koran Lake LALLA ROOKH light lips look look'd lov'd lover lute maid MOKANNA moonlight Moslem mountain Naptha never night NOURMAHAL o'er PERI Persian Princess pure round Scott Waring seem'd sherbets shining Shiraz shone sigh skies slave sleep smile soul sound sparkling spirit star stood sunk sweet sword Tahmuras tears thee thine thou throne Tibet Transoxiania tree turn'd twas veil voice warm wave Waved plates wild wings wretch young youth ZELICA
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Side 153 - 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.
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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 146 - Am I not thine — thy own lov'd bride — The one, the chosen one, whose place In life or death is by thy side ! Think'st thou that she, whose only light, In this dim world, from thee hath shone, Could bear the long, the cheerless night, That must be hers, when thou art gone ? That I can live, and let thee go, 'Who art my life itself? — No, no — When the stem dies, the leaf that grew Out of its heart must perish too! Then turn to me, my own love, turn, Before, like thee, I fade and burn; Cling...
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 157 - Twas a bright smile the Angel threw From heaven's gate, to hail that tear Her harbinger of glory near ! "Joy, joy for ever ! my task is done — The Gates are pass'd, and Heaven is won...
Side 146 - So quickly do his baleful sighs Quench all the sweet light of her eyes. One struggle — and his pain is past — Her lover is no longer living! One kiss the maiden gives, one last, Long kiss, which she expires in giving !