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... tree , from which the view opened upon a glade covered with antelopes ; and often in those hidden , embow- ered spots , described by one from the Isles of the West , as " places of melancholy , delight , and safety , where all the ...
... tree , from which the view opened upon a glade covered with antelopes ; and often in those hidden , embow- ered spots , described by one from the Isles of the West , as " places of melancholy , delight , and safety , where all the ...
Side 11
... tree grove , when winter throws O'er all its tufted heads his feathering snows . Between the porphyry pillars , that uphold The rich moresque - work of the roof of gold , Aloft the Haram's curtain'd galleries rise , Where , through the ...
... tree grove , when winter throws O'er all its tufted heads his feathering snows . Between the porphyry pillars , that uphold The rich moresque - work of the roof of gold , Aloft the Haram's curtain'd galleries rise , Where , through the ...
Side 48
... trees and acacias , shining in the light of the bamboo scenery , which shed a lustre round as soft as that of the nights of Peristan . LALLA ROOKH , however , who was too much occupied by the sad story of ZELICA and her lover , to give ...
... trees and acacias , shining in the light of the bamboo scenery , which shed a lustre round as soft as that of the nights of Peristan . LALLA ROOKH , however , who was too much occupied by the sad story of ZELICA and her lover , to give ...
Side 52
... tree Which brings to mind her childhood's innocent day , And the dear fields and friendships far away . The maid of INDIA , blest again to hold 4 In her full lap the Champac's leaves of gold , " Thinks of the time when , by the GANGES ...
... tree Which brings to mind her childhood's innocent day , And the dear fields and friendships far away . The maid of INDIA , blest again to hold 4 In her full lap the Champac's leaves of gold , " Thinks of the time when , by the GANGES ...
Side 55
... tree ? In the warm isles of India's sunny sea : Mecca's blue sacred pigeon ' , and the thrush Of Hindostan ' , whose ... trees . " Barrow . " In Mecca there are quantities of blue pigeons , which none will affright or abuse , much less ...
... tree ? In the warm isles of India's sunny sea : Mecca's blue sacred pigeon ' , and the thrush Of Hindostan ' , whose ... trees . " Barrow . " In Mecca there are quantities of blue pigeons , which none will affright or abuse , much less ...
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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 !