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Side 45
... whose spirit his rude taunts had stirr'd Through all its depths , and rous'd an
anger there , That burst and lighten'd ev'n through her despair ! Shrunk back , as
if a blight were in the breath That spoke that word , and stagger'd , pale as death .
... whose spirit his rude taunts had stirr'd Through all its depths , and rous'd an
anger there , That burst and lighten'd ev'n through her despair ! Shrunk back , as
if a blight were in the breath That spoke that word , and stagger'd , pale as death .
Side 64
But thou hast breath'd such purity , thy lay “ Returns so fondly to youth's virtuous
day , “ And leads thy soul — if e'er it wander'd thence - “ So gently back to its first
innocence , “ That I would sooner stop th ' unchained dove , " When swift ...
But thou hast breath'd such purity , thy lay “ Returns so fondly to youth's virtuous
day , “ And leads thy soul — if e'er it wander'd thence - “ So gently back to its first
innocence , “ That I would sooner stop th ' unchained dove , " When swift ...
Side 66
At length the chase was o'er , and they stood wreath'd Within each other's arms ;
while soft there breath'd Through the cool casement , mingled with the sighs Of
moonlight flowers , music that seem'd to rise From some still lake , so liquidly it ...
At length the chase was o'er , and they stood wreath'd Within each other's arms ;
while soft there breath'd Through the cool casement , mingled with the sighs Of
moonlight flowers , music that seem'd to rise From some still lake , so liquidly it ...
Side 67
His breath is the soul of flowers like these , And his floating eyes — oh ! they
resemble Blue water - lilies “ , when the breeze Is making the stream around
them tremble ! Hail to thee , hail to thee , kindling power ! Spirit of Love , Spirit of
Bliss !
His breath is the soul of flowers like these , And his floating eyes — oh ! they
resemble Blue water - lilies “ , when the breeze Is making the stream around
them tremble ! Hail to thee , hail to thee , kindling power ! Spirit of Love , Spirit of
Bliss !
Side 70
Here paus'd he , while the music , now less near , Breath'd with a holier language
on his ear , As though the distance , and that heavenly ray Through which the
sounds came floating , took away All that had been too earthly in the lay .
Here paus'd he , while the music , now less near , Breath'd with a holier language
on his ear , As though the distance , and that heavenly ray Through which the
sounds came floating , took away All that had been too earthly in the lay .
Hvad folk siger - Skriv en anmeldelse
Vi har ikke fundet nogen anmeldelser de normale steder.
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angels arms beautiful beneath bird bliss blood bowers breath bright brow called charm dark dead dear death deep delightful dread dream earth ev'n eyes fair fall fear feel fire flame flowers gardens give glory gold golden half hand hath head heard heart heaven holy hope hour India King Lake LALLA land leave light lips live look lost maid meet morn mountain never night o'er once Page pass Persian Princess pure rest rich rise rocks roses round seen shade shining side sigh slave sleep smile soul sound spirit star stood story sweet sword tears thee thine thing thou thought thousand throne tree turn twas veil voice wandering warm wave wild wind wings young youth
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Side 295 - WHO has not heard of the Vale of Cashmere, With its roses the brightest that earth ever gave, Its temples, and grottos, and fountains as clear As the love-lighted eyes that hang over their wave...
Side 63 - 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 154 - Cheer'd by this hope she bends her thither ; — Still laughs the radiant eye of Heaven, Nor have the golden bowers of Even In the rich West begun to wither ; — When, o'er the vale of BALBEC winging Slowly, she sees a child at play, Among the rosy wild flowers singing, As rosy and as wild as they ; Chasing...
Side 159 - While the same sunbeam shines upon The guilty and the guiltless one, And hymns of joy proclaim through Heaven The triumph of a Soul Forgiven...
Side 157 - thou blessed child ! When young, and haply pure as thou, I look'd and pray'd like thee — but now — " He hung his head — each nobler aim And hope and feeling, which had slept From boyhood's hour, that instant came Fresh o'er him, and he wept — he wept ! Blest tears of soul-felt penitence ! In whose benign, redeeming flow Is felt the first, the only sense Of guiltless joy that guilt can know. "There's a drop...
Side 155 - 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.
Side 188 - 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 304 - Alas ! — how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love ! Hearts that the world in vain had tried, And sorrow but more closely tied ; That stood the storm, when waves were rough, Yet in a sunny hour fall off, Like ships that have gone down at sea, When heaven was all tranquillity...
Side 135 - Nymph of a fair but erring line ! " Gently he said — " one hope is thine. "Tis written in the Book of Fate, The Peri yet may be forgiven Who brings to this eternal gate The gift that is most dear to heaven ! Go seek it, and redeem thy sin, — 'Tis sweet to let the pardoned in.
Side 142 - Those virgin lilies all the night Bathing their beauties in the lake, That they may rise more fresh and bright, When their beloved sun's awake...
Bibliografiske oplysninger
| Titel | Lalla Rookh: An Oriental Romance Collection George Ross Roy Collections spéciales Library of English literature Nineteenth Century Collections Online: European Literature, 1790-1840: The Corvey Collection |
| Forfatter | Thomas Moore |
| Udgave | 5 |
| Udgiver | Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1817 |
| Oprindeligt fra | New York Public Library |
| Digitaliseret | 3. jan 2007 |
| Længde | 405 sider |
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