Lalla Rookh: An Oriental RomanceD. Estes, 1899 - 297 sider |
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... bowers of Tibet , send forth odorous light , Like Peris ' wands , when pointing out the road For some pure spirit to its blest abode ! And here , at once , that glittering saloon Bursts on his sight , boundless and bright as noon ...
... bowers of Tibet , send forth odorous light , Like Peris ' wands , when pointing out the road For some pure spirit to its blest abode ! And here , at once , that glittering saloon Bursts on his sight , boundless and bright as noon ...
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... godlike sages taught ; It was not thus , in bowers of wan- ton ease , Thy Freedom nursed her sacred energies ; Oh ! not beneath th ' enfeebl- ing , withering glow ARASER Of such dull luxury did those myrtles grow With which. LALLA ROOKH .
... godlike sages taught ; It was not thus , in bowers of wan- ton ease , Thy Freedom nursed her sacred energies ; Oh ! not beneath th ' enfeebl- ing , withering glow ARASER Of such dull luxury did those myrtles grow With which. LALLA ROOKH .
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... bowers , As they were captives to the King of Flowers ; And some disporting round , unlink'd and free , Who seem'd to mock their sisters ' slavery , And round and round them still , in wheeling flight , Went , like gay moths about a ...
... bowers , As they were captives to the King of Flowers ; And some disporting round , unlink'd and free , Who seem'd to mock their sisters ' slavery , And round and round them still , in wheeling flight , Went , like gay moths about a ...
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... 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 . That bower and its music I never forget ...
... 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 . That bower and its music I never forget ...
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An Oriental Romance Thomas Moore. That bower and its music I never forget , But oft when alone , in the bloom of the year , I think is the nightin- gale singing there yet ? Are the roses still bright by the calm Bendemeer ? No , the ...
An Oriental Romance Thomas Moore. That bower and its music I never forget , But oft when alone , in the bloom of the year , I think is the nightin- gale singing there yet ? Are the roses still bright by the calm Bendemeer ? No , the ...
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angel Arab Azim beautiful beneath blest bliss blood bowers brave breath bride bright brow burning Caliph Cashmere charm cheek dark dead dear death deep Delhi dread dream e'en e'er earth eyes Fadladeen falchion Feramorz fierce fire flame flowers Gheber glance gleam glory Hafed haram hath heart heaven holy Holy Valley hour hung Iran Iran's Kenyon Cox KHORASSAN Lahore Lalla Rookh light lips look look'd lover lute maid minarets Mokanna moonlight Moslem mountain never night Nourmahal nymph o'er once pale pass'd Peri Persian Princess pure round ruin'd satrap seem'd sherbets shining shone sigh skies slave sleep smile soul sound sparkling spirit star stood sunk sweet sword tears thee thine thou thought throne towers turn'd twas Veil W. H. Low W. L. Taylor Walter Satterlee wandering warm warriors wave weep wild wings wretch young youth Zelica