Lalla RookhPhillips, Sampson, 1854 - 230 sider |
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Side 18
... tears , floods of tears , Long frozen at her heart , but now like rills Let loose in spring - time from the snowy hills , And gushing warm , after a sleep of frost , Through valleys where their flow had long been lost . Sad and subdued ...
... tears , floods of tears , Long frozen at her heart , but now like rills Let loose in spring - time from the snowy hills , And gushing warm , after a sleep of frost , Through valleys where their flow had long been lost . Sad and subdued ...
Side 35
... tears , " And find those tears warm as when last they started , " Those sacred kisses pure as when we parted . " O my own life ! why should a single day , " A moment , keep me from those arms away ? " While thus he thinks , still nearer ...
... tears , " And find those tears warm as when last they started , " Those sacred kisses pure as when we parted . " O my own life ! why should a single day , " A moment , keep me from those arms away ? " While thus he thinks , still nearer ...
Side 39
... tear that shows When passion is nigh , As the rain - drop flows From the heat of the sky ; By the first love - beat Of the youthful heart , By the bliss to meet And the pain to part ; By all that thou hast To mortals given , Which - oh ...
... tear that shows When passion is nigh , As the rain - drop flows From the heat of the sky ; By the first love - beat Of the youthful heart , By the bliss to meet And the pain to part ; By all that thou hast To mortals given , Which - oh ...
Side 41
... tears , to thee at parting given , Pure as they weep , if angels weep , in Heaven . Think , in her own still bower she waits thee now , With the same glow of heart and bloom of brow , Yet shrin'd in solitude - thine all , thine only ...
... tears , to thee at parting given , Pure as they weep , if angels weep , in Heaven . Think , in her own still bower she waits thee now , With the same glow of heart and bloom of brow , Yet shrin'd in solitude - thine all , thine only ...
Side 42
... tears upon his cheek . A strange emotion stirs within him , -more Than mere compassion ever wak'd before ; Unconsciously he opes his arms , while she Springs forward , as with life's last energy , But , swooning in that one convulsive ...
... tears upon his cheek . A strange emotion stirs within him , -more Than mere compassion ever wak'd before ; Unconsciously he opes his arms , while she Springs forward , as with life's last energy , But , swooning in that one convulsive ...
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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.