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All in that garden bloom, and all
Are gather'd by young

NOURMAHAL,
Who heaps ber baskets with the flowers

And leaves, till they can hold no more; Then to NAMOUNA Alies and showers

Upon her lap the shining store.

With what delight th’ Enchantress views
So many buds, bath'd with the dews
And beams of that bless'd hour!-her glance

Spoke something, past all mortal pleasures, As, in a kind of holy trance,

She hung above those fragrant treasures, Bending to drink their balmy airs, As if she mix'd her soul with theirs. And 'twas, indeed, the perfume shed From flowers and scented flame that fed Her charm'd life-for none had e'er Beheld her taste of mortal fare, Nor ever in aught earthly dip, But the morn's dew, her roseate lip. Fill'd with the cool, inspiring smell, Th’ Enchantress now begins her spell, Thus singing, as she winds and weaves In mystic form the glittering leaves:

I know where the wing’d visions dwell

That around the night-bed play;
I know each herb and flowret's bell,

Where they hide their wings by day.

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Lt nun by R. Westall RA

Engr.gva by G. Furman
LALLA ROOKH.
TH' ENCHANTHESS NOW BEGINS HER SPELL:
THUS SINGING AS SHE WINDS AND WEAVES
IN MYSTIC FORM THE GLITTERING LEAVES

Puha by C.Wiley i' and Kirk Mercein New York & M.Thomas Philud

THE NEW YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY

ASTOR, LENOX
TILOEN FOUNDATIONS

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