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... that only tie For which it lov'd to live or fear'd to die ;Lorn as the hung - up lute ,
that ne'er hath spoken Since the sad day its master - chord was broken ! Fond
maid , the sorrow of her soul was such THE VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN
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... that only tie For which it lov'd to live or fear'd to die ;Lorn as the hung - up lute ,
that ne'er hath spoken Since the sad day its master - chord was broken ! Fond
maid , the sorrow of her soul was such THE VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN
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Fond maid , the sorrow of her soul was such , Ev'n reason sunk blighted beneath
its touch ; And though , ere long , her sanguine spirit rose Above the first dead
pressure of its woes , Though health and bloom return'd , the delicate chain Of ...
Fond maid , the sorrow of her soul was such , Ev'n reason sunk blighted beneath
its touch ; And though , ere long , her sanguine spirit rose Above the first dead
pressure of its woes , Though health and bloom return'd , the delicate chain Of ...
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From that dread hour , entirely , wildly given To him and she believ'd , lost maid !
-- to heaven ; Her brain , her heart , ber passions all inflam'd , How proud she
stood , when in full Haram nam'd The Priestess of the Faith ! -how flash'd her
eyes ...
From that dread hour , entirely , wildly given To him and she believ'd , lost maid !
-- to heaven ; Her brain , her heart , ber passions all inflam'd , How proud she
stood , when in full Haram nam'd The Priestess of the Faith ! -how flash'd her
eyes ...
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Upon his couch the Veiled MOKANNA lay , While lamps around — not such as
lend their ray , Glimmering and cold , to those who nightly pray , In holy Koom * ,
or Mecca's dim arcades ,But brilliant , soft , such lights as lovely maids Look ...
Upon his couch the Veiled MOKANNA lay , While lamps around — not such as
lend their ray , Glimmering and cold , to those who nightly pray , In holy Koom * ,
or Mecca's dim arcades ,But brilliant , soft , such lights as lovely maids Look ...
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exclaim'd the shuddering maid , Whose ears had drunk like poison all he said ;
MOKANNA started — not abash'd , afraid ; He knew no more of fear than one
who dwells Beneath the tropics knows of icicles ! But , in those dismal words that
...
exclaim'd the shuddering maid , Whose ears had drunk like poison all he said ;
MOKANNA started — not abash'd , afraid ; He knew no more of fear than one
who dwells Beneath the tropics knows of icicles ! But , in those dismal words that
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angels arms beautiful beneath bird bliss blood bowers breath bright brow called charm dark dead dear death deep delightful dread dream earth ev'n eyes FADLADEEN 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 meet morn mountain never night o'er once Page pass Persian poet princess pure rich rise rocks roses round seen shade shining side sigh slave sleep smile soul sound spirit star stood story sweet sword tears thee thine thing thou thought throne tree turn Twas Valley veil voice wandering warm wave wild wind wings young youth
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Side 57 - And a dew was distill'd from their flowers that gave All the fragrance of summer, when summer was gone. Thus memory draws from delight, ere it dies, , An essence that breathes of it many a year ; Thus bright to my soul, as 'twas then to my eyes, Is that bower on the banks of the calm Bendemeer...
Side 160 - Oh ! ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay ; I never loved a tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle. To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die ! Now too — the joy most like divine Of all I ever dreamt or knew.
Side 134 - And now — behold him kneeling there By the child's side, in humble prayer, While the same sunbeam shines upon The guilty and the guiltless one, And hymns of joy proclaim through Heaven The triumph of a Soul Forgiven...
Side 129 - 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 252 - Alas — how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love ! Hearts that the world in vain has tried, And sorrow but more closely tied ; That stood the storm when waves were rough, Yet in a sunny hour fall off, Like ships that have gone down at sea, When heaven was all tranquillity...
Side 118 - Downward the Peri turns her gaze, And, through the war-field's bloody haze Beholds a youthful warrior stand, Alone, beside his native river, — The red blade broken in his hand And the last arrow in his quiver. "Live," said the conqueror, " live to share The trophies and the crowns I bear ! " Silent that youthful warrior stood — Silent he pointed to the flood All crimson with his country's blood, Then sent his last remaining dart, For answer, to th
Side 130 - Banqueting through the flowery vales ; — And, Jordan, those sweet banks of thine, And woods, so full of nightingales ! But nought can charm the luckless Peri ; Her soul is sad — her wings are weary — Joyless she sees the sun look down On that great Temple, once his own, Whose lonely columns stand sublime, Flinging their shadows from on high, Like dials, which the wizard, Time, Had raised to count his ages by...
Side 121 - Those virgin lilies, all the night Bathing their beauties in the lake, That they may rise more fresh and bright, When their beloved sun's awake...
Side 189 - Sea fruits, that tempt the eye, But turn to ashes on the lips ! His country's curse, his children's shame. Outcast of virtue, peace, and fame. May he, at last, with lips of flame On the parch'd desert thirsting die, — While lakes that shone in mockery nigh Are fading off...
Side 126 - I'd shed it all, To give thy brow one minute's calm. Nay, turn not from me that dear face — Am I not thine — thy own loved bride — The one, the chosen one, whose place In life or death is by thy side ! • Think'st thou that she, whose only light, In this dim world, from thee hath shone, Could bear the long, the cheerless night, That must be hers, when thou art gone ? That I can live, and let thee go, Who art my life itself? — No, no — When the stem dies, the leaf that grew Out of its heart...
Bibliografiske oplysninger
| Titel | Lalla Rookh: An Oriental Romance Nineteenth Century Collections Online: European Literature, 1790-1840: The Corvey Collection |
| Forfatter | Thomas Moore |
| Udgave | 3 |
| Udgiver | M. Thomas, 1817 |
| Oprindeligt fra | New York Public Library |
| Digitaliseret | 29. dec 2006 |
| Længde | 335 sider |
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