Lalla RookhPhillips, Sampson, 1854 - 230 sider |
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Side 4
... 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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... 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 , 38 So fiercely beautiful in form and ...
... 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 , 38 So fiercely beautiful in form and ...
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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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... hour , entirely , wildly given To him and - she believ'd , lost maid ! to heaven ; Her brain , her heart , her passions all inflam'd , How proud she stood , when in full Haram nam'd The Priestess of the Faith ! -how flash'd her eyes ...
... hour , entirely , wildly given To him and - she believ'd , lost maid ! to heaven ; Her brain , her heart , her passions all inflam'd , How proud she stood , when in full Haram nam'd The Priestess of the Faith ! -how flash'd her eyes ...
Side 17
... Hours of delight and peace , long left behind , With that dear form came rushing o'er her mind ; But oh ! to think how deep her soul had gone In shame and falsehood since those moments shone And , then , her oath there madness lay again ...
... Hours of delight and peace , long left behind , With that dear form came rushing o'er her mind ; But oh ! to think how deep her soul had gone In shame and falsehood since those moments shone And , then , her oath there madness lay again ...
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angels appeared arms beautiful beneath bird bliss blood bowers breath bright broke brow called cast charm dark dead dear death deep delight 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 Indian King Lake LALLA land leaves light lips live look lost maid morn mountain never night o'er once pass PERI Persian poet pure rest rich rise rocks roses round seen shining side sigh slave sleep smile soul sound spirit star stood story supposed sweet sword tears thee thine thing thou thought thousand throne tree turn veil voice wandering warm wave wild wind wings young youth
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Side 85 - 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 181 - For mine is the lay that lightly floats, And mine are the murmuring, dying notes, That fall as soft as snow on the sea, And melt in the heart as instantly ! And the passionate strain that, deeply going, Refines the bosom it trembles through, As the musk-wind, over the water blowing, Ruffles the wave, but sweetens it too...
Side 78 - With life's elixir sparkling high — But gifts like these are not for the sky. Where was there ever a gem that shone Like the steps of Alla's wonderful Throne ? And the Drops of Life — oh ! what would they be In the boundless Deep of Eternity?
Side 87 - 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 88 - And how felt he, the wretched man Reclining there — while memory ran O'er many a year of guilt and strife, Flew o'er the dark flood of his life , Nor found one sunny resting-place, Nor brought him back one branch of grace! "There was a time," he said, in mild, Heart-humbled tones — "thou blessed child!
Side 84 - 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 to these yet cool lips, and share The last pure life that lingers there!
Side 101 - Yet, fill'd with all youth's sweet desires, Mingling the meek and vestal fires Of other worlds with all the bliss, The fond, weak tenderness of this ! A soul, too, more than half divine, Where, through some shades of earthly feeling, Religion's soften'd glories shine, Like light through summer foliage stealing, Shedding a glow of such mild hue, So warm, and yet so shadowy too, As makes the very darkness there More beautiful than light elsewhere...
Side 13 - Oh grief, beyond all other griefs, when fate First leaves the young heart lone and desolate In the wide world, without that only tie For which it loved to live or feared to die...
Side 188 - Then fly with me, — if thou hast known No other flame, nor falsely thrown A gem away, that thou hadst sworn Should ever in thy heart be worn. Come, if the love thou hast for me Is pure and fresh as mine for thee, — Fresh as the fountain under ground When first 'tis by the lapwing found.
Side 36 - 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.