The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore: Lalla RookhLongman, Orme, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1841 |
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... hours , which were devoted neither to the pillow nor the palankeen . There was a little Persian slave who sung sweetly to the Vina , and who , now and then , lulled the Princess to sleep with the ancient ditties of her country , about ...
... hours , which were devoted neither to the pillow nor the palankeen . There was a little Persian slave who sung sweetly to the Vina , and who , now and then , lulled the Princess to sleep with the ancient ditties of her country , about ...
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... passionately in love with Chrishna , who continues to this hour the darling God of the Indian women . " Sir W. Jones , on the Gods of Greece , Italy , and India . - gion of his worshippers into love . His dress was 16 LALLA ROOKH .
... passionately in love with Chrishna , who continues to this hour the darling God of the Indian women . " Sir W. Jones , on the Gods of Greece , Italy , and India . - gion of his worshippers into love . His dress was 16 LALLA ROOKH .
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... hour ? Not such the pageant now , though not less proud ; Yon warrior youth , advancing from the crowd , With silver bow , with belt of broider'd crape , And fur - bound bonnet of Bucharian shape + , " The name of tulip is said to be of ...
... hour ? Not such the pageant now , though not less proud ; Yon warrior youth , advancing from the crowd , With silver bow , with belt of broider'd crape , And fur - bound bonnet of Bucharian shape + , " The name of tulip is said to be of ...
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... hour ; When thou didst study him till every tone And gesture and dear look became thy own , - Thy voice like his , the changes of his face In thine reflected with still lovelier grace , Like echo , sending back sweet music , fraught ...
... hour ; When thou didst study him till every tone And gesture and dear look became thy own , - Thy voice like his , the changes of his face In thine reflected with still lovelier grace , Like echo , sending back sweet music , fraught ...
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... sever . She swore , and the wide charnel echoed , " Never , never ! " From that dread hour , entirely , wildly given To him and - she believ'd , lost maid ! -to heaven ; Her brain , her heart , her passions all inflam'd 38 LALLA ROOKH .
... sever . She swore , and the wide charnel echoed , " Never , never ! " From that dread hour , entirely , wildly given To him and - she believ'd , lost maid ! -to heaven ; Her brain , her heart , her passions all inflam'd 38 LALLA ROOKH .
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angels AZIM bark beauteous beautiful beneath bird blest bliss blood bowers breath bright brow burning Caliph calm Cashmere charm D'Herbelot dark dead dear death deep Delhi dread dream e'er earth ev'n eyes FADLADEEN falchion FERAMORZ Ferdosi Ferishta fierce fire flame flowers Ghebers gleam glory Greek fire HAFED Haram hath heart heaven Holy hour hung hyæna India IRAN's Khorassan Koran La Péri Lahore LALLA ROOKH light lips live look look'd lov'd lute maid MOKANNA moonlight Moslem mountain Naphtha never night o'er once Paradise pass'd PERI Persian Persian Gulf poet Princess pure round ruin'd says seem'd shining Shiraz shone sigh skies slave sleep smile soul spirit star stood story sunk sweet sword Tahmuras tears thee thine thou throne Tibet towers tree turn'd Twas veil vengeance warrior wave weep wild wings wretch young youth ZELICA Zoroaster 米米 米米米
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Side 218 - 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 78 - And a dew was distill'd from their flowers that gave All the fragrance of summer, when summer was gone. Thus memory draws from delight, ere it dies, , An essence that breathes of it many a year ; Thus bright to my soul, as 'twas then to my eyes, Is that bower on the banks of the calm Bendemeer...
Side 78 - 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 180 - Soften'd his spirit) look'd and lay, Watching the rosy infant's play : — Though still, whene'er his eye by chance Fell on the boy's, its lurid glance Met that unclouded, joyous gaze, As torches, that have burnt all night Through some impure and godless rite^ Encounter morning's glorious rays, But hark ! the vesper call to prayer, As slow the orb of daylight sets, Is rising sweetly on the air, From Syria's thousand minarets...
Side 176 - Now, upon Syria's land of roses Softly the light of Eve reposes, And, like a glory, the broad sun Hangs over sainted Lebanon ; Whose head in wintry grandeur towers, And whitens with eternal sleet, While summer, in a vale of flowers, Is sleeping rosy at his feet.
Side 177 - Of ruin'd shrines, busy and bright, As they were all alive with light; — And, yet more splendid, numerous flocks Of pigeons, settling on the rocks, With their rich restless wings, that gleam Variously in the crimson beam Of the warm west — as if inlaid With brilliants from the mine, or made Of tearless rainbows, such as span The unclouded skies of Peristan.
Side 156 - Mid flowers that never shall fade or fall ; Though mine are the gardens of earth and sea, And the stars themselves have flowers for me. One blossom of Heaven outblooms them all ! " Though sunny the Lake of cool Cashmere, With its plane-tree Isle reflected clear, And sweetly the founts of that Valley fall ; Though bright are the waters of...
Side 169 - Some flow'rets of Eden ye still inherit, But the trail of the serpent is over them all!
Side 179 - 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. Then swift his haggard brow he turn~d To the fair child, who fearless sat, Though never yet hath daybeam burn'd Upon a brow more fierce than that...
Side 180 - Upon a brow more fierce than that, — Sullenly fierce — a mixture dire, Like thunder-clouds of gloom and fire, In which the Peri's eye could read Dark tales of many a ruthless deed ; The...