The British Poets, Bind 6Little, Brown & Company, 1865 |
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... holy retreat , in a bright , enchanted boat , whose first appearance is thus described : For , down the silvery tide afar , There came a boat , as swift and bright As shines , in heav'n , some pilgrim - star , That leaves its own high ...
... holy retreat , in a bright , enchanted boat , whose first appearance is thus described : For , down the silvery tide afar , There came a boat , as swift and bright As shines , in heav'n , some pilgrim - star , That leaves its own high ...
Side 6
... holy bird , With which , from time to time , she stirr'd The fragrant air , and coolly fann'd The baby's brow , or brush'd away The butterflies that , bright and blue As on the mountains of Malay , Around the sleeping infant flew . And ...
... holy bird , With which , from time to time , she stirr'd The fragrant air , and coolly fann'd The baby's brow , or brush'd away The butterflies that , bright and blue As on the mountains of Malay , Around the sleeping infant flew . And ...
Side 7
... holy man would ever run To kiss the ground she knelt upon , If once , by luckless chance , he knew She look'd and smil'd as others do . - Her hands were join'd , and from each wrist By threads of pearl and golden twist Hung relics of ...
... holy man would ever run To kiss the ground she knelt upon , If once , by luckless chance , he knew She look'd and smil'd as others do . - Her hands were join'd , and from each wrist By threads of pearl and golden twist Hung relics of ...
Side 25
... Holy Leagues . " He held the cloak of religion ( says Dow ) between his actions and the vulgar ; and impiously thanked the Divinity for a success which he owed to his own wickedness . When he was murdering and persecuting his broth- ers ...
... Holy Leagues . " He held the cloak of religion ( says Dow ) between his actions and the vulgar ; and impiously thanked the Divinity for a success which he owed to his own wickedness . When he was murdering and persecuting his broth- ers ...
Side 34
... holy . Turner . - † China . " The name of tulip is said to be of Turkish extraction , and given to the flower on account of its resembling a turban . " . Beckmann's History of Inventions . With silver bow , with belt of broider'd crape ...
... holy . Turner . - † China . " The name of tulip is said to be of Turkish extraction , and given to the flower on account of its resembling a turban . " . Beckmann's History of Inventions . With silver bow , with belt of broider'd crape ...
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angels Arab beautiful beneath bird blest bliss blood bower breath breath'd bright brow burning Caliph called Cashmere charm cheek D'Herbelot dark dead dear death deep Delhi divine dread dream e'er earth ev'n eyes FADLADEEN fair falchion fall FERAMORZ Ferdosi Ferishta fire flame flowers fond GAZNA Genii Ghebers glory Greek fire HAFED Haram hath heart heaven holy hour hung hyænas IRAN's Khorassan Koran La Péri Lake LALLA ROOKH light lips look look'd lost lov'd lover lute maid MOKANNA moonlight mountain Naphtha ne'er never night NOURMAHAL o'er once Paradise pass'd PERI Persian poet Princess pure round seem'd shining Shiraz shone sigh skies slave sleep smile song soul sound sparkling spirit star stood story sweet sword Tahmuras thee thine thou thought throne Tibet tree turn'd Twas veil voice wave wild wings wonder young youth ZELICA Zoroaster
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Side 226 - 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...
Side 162 - Joy, joy for ever ! my task is done — " The Gates are pass'd, and Heaven is won ! " Oh ! am I not happy ? I am, I am — " To thee, sweet Eden ! how dark and sad " Are the diamond turrets of SHADUKIAM...
Side 160 - Lisping th' eternal name of God From Purity's own cherub mouth, And looking, while his hands and eyes Are lifted to the glowing skies, Like a stray babe of Paradise, Just lighted on that flowery plain, And seeking for its home again...
Side 200 - 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 150 - Just then beneath some orange trees, Whose fruit and blossoms in the breeze Were wantoning together, free, Like age at play with infancy — Beneath that fresh and springing bower, Close by the lake she heard the moan Of one who at this silent hour, Had thither...
Side 159 - Soften'd his spirit) look'd and lay, Watching the rosy infant's play : — Though still, whene'er his eye by chance Fell on the boy's, its lurid glance Met that unclouded, joyous gaze, As torches, that have burnt all night Through some impure and godless rite, Encounter morning's glorious rays. But, hark ! the vesper call to prayer, As slow the orb of daylight sets, Is rising sweetly on the air, From SYRIA'S thousand minarets...
Side 186 - How sweetly," said the trembling maid, Of her own gentle voice afraid, So long had they in silence stood, Looking upon that tranquil flood — • " How sweetly does the moon-beam smile " To-night upon yon leafy isle ! " Oft, in my fancy's wanderings,
Side 139 - PARADISE AND THE PERI. ONE morn a Peri at the gate Of Eden stood, disconsolate ; And as she listened to the Springs Of Life within, like music flowing, And caught the light upon her wings Through the half-open portal glowing, She wept to think her recreant race Should e'er have lost that glorious place !
Side 232 - Blest power of sunshine ! genial day, What balm, what life is in thy ray ! To feel thee is such real bliss, That had the world no joy but this, To sit in sunshine calm and sweet, — It were a world too exquisite For man to leave it for the gloom, The deep, cold shadow of the tomb...
Side 267 - With every thing beauteous that grows in the deep ; Each flower of the rock and each gem of the billow Shall sweeten thy bed and illumine thy sleep. Around thee shall glisten the loveliest amber That ever the sorrowing sea-bird has wept ; With many a shell, in whose hollow-wreath'd chamber, We, Peris of Ocean, by moonlight have slept.