Lalla Rookh: An Oriental RomanceLongman, Brown, Green, Longmans and Roberts, 1856 - 392 sider |
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Side 25
... cast the Veil that hides its splendours now , " And gladden'd Earth shall , through her wide expanse , " Bask in the glories of this countenance ! " For thee , young warrior , welcome ! - thou hast yet " Some tasks to learn , some ...
... cast the Veil that hides its splendours now , " And gladden'd Earth shall , through her wide expanse , " Bask in the glories of this countenance ! " For thee , young warrior , welcome ! - thou hast yet " Some tasks to learn , some ...
Side 28
... cast Upon their youth's smooth current , as it pass'd ! But war disturb'd this vision , - far away From her fond eyes summon'd to join the ' array * The Amoo , which rises in the Belur Tag , or Dark Mountains , and running nearly from ...
... cast Upon their youth's smooth current , as it pass'd ! But war disturb'd this vision , - far away From her fond eyes summon'd to join the ' array * The Amoo , which rises in the Belur Tag , or Dark Mountains , and running nearly from ...
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... cast , To move their lips in mutterings as she pass'd- There , in that awful place , when each had quaff'd And pledg'd , in silence such a fearful draught , Such - oh ! the look and taste of that red bowl Will haunt her till she dies ...
... cast , To move their lips in mutterings as she pass'd- There , in that awful place , when each had quaff'd And pledg'd , in silence such a fearful draught , Such - oh ! the look and taste of that red bowl Will haunt her till she dies ...
Side 112
... cast O'er him and all he lov'd that ruinous blast . For this , when rumours reach'd him in his flight Far , far away , after that fatal night , - Rumours of armies , thronging to the ' attack Of the Veil'd Chief , - for this he wing'd ...
... cast O'er him and all he lov'd that ruinous blast . For this , when rumours reach'd him in his flight Far , far away , after that fatal night , - Rumours of armies , thronging to the ' attack Of the Veil'd Chief , - for this he wing'd ...
Side 114
... cast your eyes on this tree , but you meet there either blossoms or fruit ; and as the blossom drops under- neath on the ground ( which is frequently covered with these purple - coloured flowers ) , others come forth in their stead ...
... cast your eyes on this tree , but you meet there either blossoms or fruit ; and as the blossom drops under- neath on the ground ( which is frequently covered with these purple - coloured flowers ) , others come forth in their stead ...
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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...