Lalla RookhPhillips, Sampson, 1854 - 230 sider |
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Side 7
... wave aloft in morning's beam The milk - white plumage of their helms , they seem Like a chenar - tree grove 34 when winter throws O'er all its tufted heads his feathering snows . Between the porphyry pillars , that uphold The rich ...
... wave aloft in morning's beam The milk - white plumage of their helms , they seem Like a chenar - tree grove 34 when winter throws O'er all its tufted heads his feathering snows . Between the porphyry pillars , that uphold The rich ...
Side 10
... wave When beck'ning to their bowers the ' immortal Brave . " But these , " pursued the Chief , " are truths sublime , " That claim a holier mood and calmer time " Than earth allows us now ; -this sword must first " The darkling prison ...
... wave When beck'ning to their bowers the ' immortal Brave . " But these , " pursued the Chief , " are truths sublime , " That claim a holier mood and calmer time " Than earth allows us now ; -this sword must first " The darkling prison ...
Side 11
... wave ; - " But , once my own , mine all till in the grave ! " The pomp is at an end - the crowds are gone- Each ear and heart still haunted by the tone Of that deep voice , which thrill'd like ALLA's own ! The Young all dazzled by the ...
... wave ; - " But , once my own , mine all till in the grave ! " The pomp is at an end - the crowds are gone- Each ear and heart still haunted by the tone Of that deep voice , which thrill'd like ALLA's own ! The Young all dazzled by the ...
Side 12
... river born , The flowers , that hung above its wave at morn , Bless'd not the waters , as they murmur'd by , With holier scent and lustre , than the sigh And virgin - glance of first affection cast Upon their 12 LALLA ROOKH .
... river born , The flowers , that hung above its wave at morn , Bless'd not the waters , as they murmur'd by , With holier scent and lustre , than the sigh And virgin - glance of first affection cast Upon their 12 LALLA ROOKH .
Side 17
... wave , But not to point the harbour which might save . 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 ...
... wave , But not to point the harbour which might save . 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 ...
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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.