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Side 14
... feel his spirit rise Kindling within him ? who , with heart and eyes , Could walk where Liberty had been , nor see The shining foot - prints of her Deity , Nor feel those god - like breathings in the air , Which mutely told her spirit ...
... feel his spirit rise Kindling within him ? who , with heart and eyes , Could walk where Liberty had been , nor see The shining foot - prints of her Deity , Nor feel those god - like breathings in the air , Which mutely told her spirit ...
Side 38
... feel , " Nor which to sigh for , in their trance of heart , " The Heav'n thou preachest or the Heav'n thou art ! " What should I be without thee ? without thee " How dull were power , how joyless victory ! " Though borne by angels , if ...
... feel , " Nor which to sigh for , in their trance of heart , " The Heav'n thou preachest or the Heav'n thou art ! " What should I be without thee ? without thee " How dull were power , how joyless victory ! " Though borne by angels , if ...
Side 42
... feel their magic — I rejoice " To see those fires , no matter whence they rise , " Once more illuming my fair Priestess ' eyes ; " And should the youth , whom soon those eyes shall 66 warm , " Indeed resemble thy dead lover's form ...
... feel their magic — I rejoice " To see those fires , no matter whence they rise , " Once more illuming my fair Priestess ' eyes ; " And should the youth , whom soon those eyes shall 66 warm , " Indeed resemble thy dead lover's form ...
Side 50
... A young , warm spirit against beauty's charms , Who feels her brightness , yet defies her thrall , Is the best , bravest conqueror of them all . Now , through the Haram chambers , moving lights And 50 59 LALLA ROOKH . PREPARE ...
... A young , warm spirit against beauty's charms , Who feels her brightness , yet defies her thrall , Is the best , bravest conqueror of them all . Now , through the Haram chambers , moving lights And 50 59 LALLA ROOKH . PREPARE ...
Side 59
... feel , that felt not this ; Soften'd he sunk upon a couch , and gave His soul up to sweet thoughts , like wave on wave Succeeding in smooth seas , when storms are laid ; - He thought of ZELICA , his own dear maid , And of the time when ...
... feel , that felt not this ; Soften'd he sunk upon a couch , and gave His soul up to sweet thoughts , like wave on wave Succeeding in smooth seas , when storms are laid ; - He thought of ZELICA , his own dear maid , And of the time when ...
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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 155 - There was a time," he said, in mild, Heart-humbled tones — " 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. "There's a drop...
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 152 - Cheer'd by this hope she bends her thither ; — Still laughs the radiant eye of Heaven, Nor have the golden bowers of Even In the rich West begun to wither ; — When, o'er the vale of BALBEC winging Slowly, she sees a child at play, Among the rosy wild flowers singing, As rosy and as wild as they ; Chasing, with eager hands and eyes, The beautiful blue damsel-flies...
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.
Side 291 - 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 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 !