Lalla Rookh: An Oriental Romance |
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Side 13
With turban'd heads , of every hue and race , Bowing before that veil'd and awful
face , Like tulip - beds , of different shape and dyes , Bending beneath th '
invisible West - wind's sighs ! What new - made mystery now , for Faith to sign ,
And ...
With turban'd heads , of every hue and race , Bowing before that veil'd and awful
face , Like tulip - beds , of different shape and dyes , Bending beneath th '
invisible West - wind's sighs ! What new - made mystery now , for Faith to sign ,
And ...
Side 17
Again , throughout th ' assembly at these words , Thousands of voices rung ; the
warriors ' swords Were pointed up to heav'n ; a sudden wind In the open banners
play'd , and from behind Those Persian hangings , that but ill could screen The ...
Again , throughout th ' assembly at these words , Thousands of voices rung ; the
warriors ' swords Were pointed up to heav'n ; a sudden wind In the open banners
play'd , and from behind Those Persian hangings , that but ill could screen The ...
Side 40
... gazing upon the Veil From which these words , like south - winds through 40
LALLA ROOKH .
... gazing upon the Veil From which these words , like south - winds through 40
LALLA ROOKH .
Side 41
From which these words , like south - winds through a fence Of Kerzrah flow'rs ,
came filled with pestilence : 7 So boldly utter'd too ! as if all dread Of frowns from
her , of virtuous frowns , were fled , And the wretch felt assur'd that , once plung'd
...
From which these words , like south - winds through a fence Of Kerzrah flow'rs ,
came filled with pestilence : 7 So boldly utter'd too ! as if all dread Of frowns from
her , of virtuous frowns , were fled , And the wretch felt assur'd that , once plung'd
...
Side 61
... Till silently dispersing , one by one , Through many a path that from the
chamber leads To gardens , terraces , and moonlight meads , Their distant
laughter comes upon the wind , And but one trembling nymph remains behind ,
— Beck'ning ...
... Till silently dispersing , one by one , Through many a path that from the
chamber leads To gardens , terraces , and moonlight meads , Their distant
laughter comes upon the wind , And but one trembling nymph remains behind ,
— Beck'ning ...
Hvad folk siger - Skriv en anmeldelse
Vi har ikke fundet nogen anmeldelser de normale steder.
Andre udgaver - Se alle
Almindelige termer og sætninger
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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