Lalla Rookh: An Oriental Romance |
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Side 7
... about Lalla Rookh's own age , and graceful as that idol of women , Crishna ' ,
such as he appears to their young imaginations , heroic , , beautiful , breathing
music from his very eyes , and exalting the religion of his worshippers into love .
... about Lalla Rookh's own age , and graceful as that idol of women , Crishna ' ,
such as he appears to their young imaginations , heroic , , beautiful , breathing
music from his very eyes , and exalting the religion of his worshippers into love .
Side 18
... 66 The Priest his book , the Conqueror his wreath , “ And from the lips of Truth
one mighty breath “ Shall , like a whirlwind , scatter in its breeze “ That whole dark
pile of human mockeries ; “ Then shall the reign of Mind commence on earth ...
... 66 The Priest his book , the Conqueror his wreath , “ And from the lips of Truth
one mighty breath “ Shall , like a whirlwind , scatter in its breeze “ That whole dark
pile of human mockeries ; “ Then shall the reign of Mind commence on earth ...
Side 19
Ah ZELICA ! there was a time , when bliss Shone o'er thy heart from every look of
his ; When but to see him , hear him , breathe the air In which he dwelt , was thy
soul's fondest prayer ! When round him hung such a perpetual spell , Whate'er C
...
Ah ZELICA ! there was a time , when bliss Shone o'er thy heart from every look of
his ; When but to see him , hear him , breathe the air In which he dwelt , was thy
soul's fondest prayer ! When round him hung such a perpetual spell , Whate'er C
...
Side 25
No - had not reason's light totally set , And left thee dark , thou had'st an amulet In
the lov'd image , graven on thy heart , Which would have sav'd thee from the
tempter's art , And kept alive , in all its bloom of breath , That purity , whose fading
is ...
No - had not reason's light totally set , And left thee dark , thou had'st an amulet In
the lov'd image , graven on thy heart , Which would have sav'd thee from the
tempter's art , And kept alive , in all its bloom of breath , That purity , whose fading
is ...
Side 26
Twas from a brilliant banquet , where the sound Of poesy and music breath'd
around , Together picturing to her mind and ear The glories of that heav'n , her
destin'd sphere , Where all was pure , where every stain that lay Upon the spirit's
light ...
Twas from a brilliant banquet , where the sound Of poesy and music breath'd
around , Together picturing to her mind and ear The glories of that heav'n , her
destin'd sphere , Where all was pure , where every stain that lay Upon the spirit's
light ...
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angels arms beautiful beneath bird bliss blood bowers breath bright brow called charm dark dead dear death deep delightful dread dream earth ev'n eyes fair fall fear feel fire flame flowers gardens give glory gold golden half hand hath head heard heart heaven holy hope hour India King Lake LALLA land leave light lips live look lost maid meet morn mountain never night o'er once Page pass Persian Princess pure rest rich rise rocks roses round seen shade shining side sigh slave sleep smile soul sound spirit star stood story sweet sword tears thee thine thing thou thought thousand throne tree turn twas veil voice wandering warm wave wild wind wings young youth
Populære passager
Side 295 - 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 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 154 - 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...
Side 159 - While the same sunbeam shines upon The guilty and the guiltless one, And hymns of joy proclaim through Heaven The triumph of a Soul Forgiven...
Side 157 - 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 155 - 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 188 - Oh ! ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay ; I never loved a tree or flower, But '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...
Side 304 - 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 135 - Nymph of a fair but erring line ! " Gently he said — " one hope is thine. "Tis written in the Book of Fate, The Peri yet may be forgiven Who brings to this eternal gate The gift that is most dear to heaven ! Go seek it, and redeem thy sin, — 'Tis sweet to let the pardoned in.
Side 142 - Those virgin lilies all the night Bathing their beauties in the lake, That they may rise more fresh and bright, When their beloved sun's awake...
Bibliografiske oplysninger
| Titel | Lalla Rookh: An Oriental Romance Collection George Ross Roy Collections spéciales Library of English literature Nineteenth Century Collections Online: European Literature, 1790-1840: The Corvey Collection |
| Forfatter | Thomas Moore |
| Udgave | 5 |
| Udgiver | Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1817 |
| Oprindeligt fra | New York Public Library |
| Digitaliseret | 3. jan 2007 |
| Længde | 405 sider |
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