The British Poets, Bind 6Little, Brown & Company, 1865 |
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... thought occurred to me of founding a story on the fierce struggle so long maintained be- tween the Ghebers , * or ancient Fire - worshippers of Persia , and their haughty Moslem masters . that moment , a new and deep interest in my ...
... thought occurred to me of founding a story on the fierce struggle so long maintained be- tween the Ghebers , * or ancient Fire - worshippers of Persia , and their haughty Moslem masters . that moment , a new and deep interest in my ...
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... thought ! — commission'd from above To people Eden's bowers with shapes of love , ( Creatures so bright , that the same lips and eyes They wear on earth will serve in Paradise , ) There to recline among Heav'n's native maids , And crown ...
... thought ! — commission'd from above To people Eden's bowers with shapes of love , ( Creatures so bright , that the same lips and eyes They wear on earth will serve in Paradise , ) There to recline among Heav'n's native maids , And crown ...
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... thought , once tangled , never clear'd again . Warm , lively , soft as in youth's happiest day , The mind was still all there , but turn'd astray ; A wandering bark , upon whose pathway shone All stars of heaven , except the guiding one ...
... thought , once tangled , never clear'd again . Warm , lively , soft as in youth's happiest day , The mind was still all there , but turn'd astray ; A wandering bark , upon whose pathway shone All stars of heaven , except the guiding one ...
Side 44
... thought ! Predestin'd bride , in heaven's eternal dome , Of some brave youth - ha ! durst they say " of some ? " - of the one , one only object trac'd No ― In her heart's core too deep to be effac'd ; The one whose memory , fresh as ...
... thought ! Predestin'd bride , in heaven's eternal dome , Of some brave youth - ha ! durst they say " of some ? " - of the one , one only object trac'd No ― In her heart's core too deep to be effac'd ; The one whose memory , fresh as ...
Side 47
... her breath'd and mov'd ; - When - bright , she thought , as if from Eden's track But half - way trodden , he had wander'd back Again to earth , glistening with Eden's light- Her beauteous VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN . 47.
... her breath'd and mov'd ; - When - bright , she thought , as if from Eden's track But half - way trodden , he had wander'd back Again to earth , glistening with Eden's light- Her beauteous VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN . 47.
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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.