Lalla Rookh: An Oriental RomanceLongman, Brown, Green, Longmans and Roberts, 1856 - 392 sider |
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Side viii
... d on her head , than sleep came down , Gently as nights of summer fall , Upon the lids of NOURMAHAL . ” The Light of the Haram , p . 359 . LALLA ROOK H. IN the eleventh year of the reign viii LIST OF THE ILLUSTRATIONS .
... d on her head , than sleep came down , Gently as nights of summer fall , Upon the lids of NOURMAHAL . ” The Light of the Haram , p . 359 . LALLA ROOK H. IN the eleventh year of the reign viii LIST OF THE ILLUSTRATIONS .
Side 23
... fall to fall " In many a maze descending , bright through all , * " And when we said unto the angels , Worship Adam , they all worshipped him except Eblis ( Lucifer ) , who refused . ” — The Koran , chap . ii . † Moses . This is ...
... fall to fall " In many a maze descending , bright through all , * " And when we said unto the angels , Worship Adam , they all worshipped him except Eblis ( Lucifer ) , who refused . ” — The Koran , chap . ii . † Moses . This is ...
Side 25
... fall ; " When the glad Slave shall at these feet lay down " His broken chain , the tyrant Lord his crown , " The Priest his book , the Conqueror his wreath , " And from the lips of Truth one mighty breath " Shall , like a whirlwind ...
... fall ; " When the glad Slave shall at these feet lay down " His broken chain , the tyrant Lord his crown , " The Priest his book , the Conqueror his wreath , " And from the lips of Truth one mighty breath " Shall , like a whirlwind ...
Side 28
... running nearly from east to west , splits into two branches ; one of which falls into the Caspian sea , and the other into Aral Nahr , or the Lake of Eagles . Of PERSIA'S Warriors on the hills of THRACE , The 28 LALLA ROOKH .
... running nearly from east to west , splits into two branches ; one of which falls into the Caspian sea , and the other into Aral Nahr , or the Lake of Eagles . Of PERSIA'S Warriors on the hills of THRACE , The 28 LALLA ROOKH .
Side 35
... fall ; Now shadow'd with the shames of earth - now crost By glimpses of the Heaven her heart had lost ; In ev'ry glance there broke , without controul , The flashes of a bright , but troubled soul , Where sensibility still wildly play'd ...
... fall ; Now shadow'd with the shames of earth - now crost By glimpses of the Heaven her heart had lost ; In ev'ry glance there broke , without controul , The flashes of a bright , but troubled soul , Where sensibility still wildly play'd ...
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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 voice 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...