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Thomas Moore. That , sinking low in reverence then , They never rose till morn again . There are yet two more of these unfinished sketches , one of which extends to a much greater length than I was aware of ; and as far as I can judge ...
Thomas Moore. That , sinking low in reverence then , They never rose till morn again . There are yet two more of these unfinished sketches , one of which extends to a much greater length than I was aware of ; and as far as I can judge ...
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Thomas Moore. Cachemire , Seigneurs et Dames dansans à la Fête des Roses , & c . nearly 150 persons . Of the manner and style in which the Tableaux of the different stories are described in the work from which I cite , the following ...
Thomas Moore. Cachemire , Seigneurs et Dames dansans à la Fête des Roses , & c . nearly 150 persons . Of the manner and style in which the Tableaux of the different stories are described in the work from which I cite , the following ...
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... Roses 6 ; till every part of the city was as fragrant as if a caravan of musk from Khoten had passed through it ... rose - coloured veils of the Princess's own sumptuous litter 10 , at the front of which a fair young female slave sat ...
... Roses 6 ; till every part of the city was as fragrant as if a caravan of musk from Khoten had passed through it ... rose - coloured veils of the Princess's own sumptuous litter 10 , at the front of which a fair young female slave sat ...
Side 3
... rose - leaves to the composition of an epic poem and such influence had his opinion upon the va- rious tastes of the day , that all the cooks and poets of Delhi stood in awe of him . His political conduct and opinions were founded upon ...
... rose - leaves to the composition of an epic poem and such influence had his opinion upon the va- rious tastes of the day , that all the cooks and poets of Delhi stood in awe of him . His political conduct and opinions were founded upon ...
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... rose Above the first dead pressure of its woes , Though health and bloom return'd , the delicate chain Of thought , once tangled , never clear'd again . Warm , lively , soft as in youth's happiest day , The mind was still all there ...
... rose Above the first dead pressure of its woes , Though health and bloom return'd , the delicate chain Of thought , once tangled , never clear'd again . Warm , lively , soft as in youth's happiest day , The mind was still all there ...
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angels Arab AZIM beautiful beneath bird blest bliss blood bowers breath breath'd bright brow Bucharia burning Caliph called Cashmere charm cheek dark dead dear death deep Delhi delight dread dream e'er earth ev'n eyes FADLADEEN falchion FERAMORZ FERDOSI FERISHTA fire flame flowers gardens GAZNA Genii Ghebers glory gold golden Greek fire HAFED Haram hath heart heaven holy hour hung hyæna Indian IRAN IRAN's Khorassan King Koran La Péri Lahore Lake LALLA ROOKH light lips live look look'd lov'd lover lute maid minaret MOKANNA moonlight Moslem mountain Naphtha never night NOURMAHAL o'er pass'd PERI Persian poet Princess pure round seem'd shining Shiraz shone sigh skies slave sleep smile soul sound sparkling spirit star stood sunk sweet sword Tahmuras tears thee thine thou thought throne Tibet tree turn'd veil voice warm warrior wave wild wings wretch young youth ZELICA
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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.