Lalla Rookh: An Oriental RomanceLongman, Brown, Green, Longmans and Roberts, 1856 - 392 sider |
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... India through the delightful valley of Cashmere , rested for a short time at Delhi on his way . He was entertained by Aurungzebe in a style of magnificent hospitality , worthy alike of the visiter and the host , and was afterwards ...
... India through the delightful valley of Cashmere , rested for a short time at Delhi on his way . He was entertained by Aurungzebe in a style of magnificent hospitality , worthy alike of the visiter and the host , and was afterwards ...
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... it the fanciful name of Motee Talah , ' the Lake of Pearls , ' which it still retains . " - Wilks's South of India . * " Sir Thomas Roe , Ambassador from James I. to Jehan - Guire . Ezra * , the fair - haired Zal and his 8 LALLA ROOKH .
... it the fanciful name of Motee Talah , ' the Lake of Pearls , ' which it still retains . " - Wilks's South of India . * " Sir Thomas Roe , Ambassador from James I. to Jehan - Guire . Ezra * , the fair - haired Zal and his 8 LALLA ROOKH .
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... Indian Antiquities . " The Arabian courtesans , like the Indian women , have little golden bells fastened round their legs , neck , and elbows , to the sound of which they dance before the King . The Arabian prin- cesses wear golden ...
... Indian Antiquities . " The Arabian courtesans , like the Indian women , have little golden bells fastened round their legs , neck , and elbows , to the sound of which they dance before the King . The Arabian prin- cesses wear golden ...
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... Indian Apollo.- " He and the three Rámas are described as youths of perfect beauty ; and the princesses of Hindustan were all passionately in love with Chrishna , who continues to this hour the darling God of the Indian women . " - Sir ...
... Indian Apollo.- " He and the three Rámas are described as youths of perfect beauty ; and the princesses of Hindustan were all passionately in love with Chrishna , who continues to this hour the darling God of the Indian women . " - Sir ...
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... on the banks of rivers , where it is usually inter- woven with a lovely twining asclepias . " - Sir W. Jones , Botanical Observations on Select Indian Plants . Like a chenar - tree grove , when winter throws 16 LALLA ROOKH .
... on the banks of rivers , where it is usually inter- woven with a lovely twining asclepias . " - Sir W. Jones , Botanical Observations on Select Indian Plants . Like a chenar - tree grove , when winter throws 16 LALLA ROOKH .
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angels Arab AZIM beautiful beneath bird blest bliss blood bowers breath breath'd bride bright brow Bucharia burning Caliph called Cashmere charm cheek D'Herbelot dark dead dear death deep Delhi dread dream e'er earth eyes FADLADEEN falchion FERAMORZ Ferdosi Ferishta fierce fire flame flowers gardens GAZNA Genii Ghebers gleam glory gold Greek fire HAFED Haram hath heart Heaven holy hour hung hyæna India Indian IRAN IRAN's Khorassan King Koran Lahore Lake LALLA ROOKH light lips look look'd lov'd lover lute maid MOKANNA moonlight 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 throne Tibet tree turn'd twas veil wandering warm wave weep wild wings wretch young youth ZELICA
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Side 256 - 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...
Side 180 - Flew o'er the dark flood of his life, Nor found one sunny resting-place, Nor brought him back one branch of grace ?
Side 215 - 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...
Side 74 - 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.
Side 376 - One hour of a passion so sacred is worth Whole ages of heartless and wandering bliss ; And, oh ! if there be an Elysium on earth, It is this, it is this.
Side 177 - 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. Then swift his haggard brow he...
Side 75 - twas like a sweet dream To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song. That bower and its music I never forget, But oft when alone, in the bloom of the year, I think — is the nightingale singing there yet ? Are the roses still bright by the calm Bendemeer...
Side 233 - Rebellion ! foul, dishonouring word, Whose wrongful blight so oft has stain'd The holiest cause that tongue or sword Of mortal ever lost or gain'd. How many a spirit, born to bless, Hath sunk beneath that withering name Whom but a day's — an hour's success Had wafted to eternal fame...
Side 336 - Or to see it by moonlight, — when mellowly shines The light o'er its palaces, gardens, and shrines ; When the water-falls gleam, like a quick fall of stars, And the nightingale's hymn from the Isle of Chenars Is broken by laughs and light echoes of feet From the cool, shining walks where the young people meet.
Side 270 - How calm, how beautiful comes on The stilly hour when storms are gone, When warring winds have died away, And clouds, beneath the glancing ray, Melt off, and leave the land and sea Sleeping in bright tranquillity...