Lalla Rookh: An Oriental RomanceD. Estes, 1899 - 297 sider |
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Side 77
... wore my heart away , Didst thou but know how pale I sat at home , My eyes still turn'd the way thou wert to come , And , all the long , long night of hope and fear , Thy voice and step still sounding in my ear , LALLA ROOKH . 77.
... wore my heart away , Didst thou but know how pale I sat at home , My eyes still turn'd the way thou wert to come , And , all the long , long night of hope and fear , Thy voice and step still sounding in my ear , LALLA ROOKH . 77.
Side 88
... fear'd to feel , The bloody Islamite's converting steel , Flock'd to his banner ; — chiefs of th ' Uzbek race , - Waving their heron crests with martial grace ; and those Turkomans , countless as their flocks , led 88 LALLA ROOKH .
... fear'd to feel , The bloody Islamite's converting steel , Flock'd to his banner ; — chiefs of th ' Uzbek race , - Waving their heron crests with martial grace ; and those Turkomans , countless as their flocks , led 88 LALLA ROOKH .
Side 107
... fear , A presage , that her own dark doom was near , Roused every feeling , and brought reason back Once more , to writhe her last upon the rack . All round seem'd tranquil , — even the foe had ceased , As if aware of that demoniac ...
... fear , A presage , that her own dark doom was near , Roused every feeling , and brought reason back Once more , to writhe her last upon the rack . All round seem'd tranquil , — even the foe had ceased , As if aware of that demoniac ...
Side 165
... broken From his dark eyes , too bright to bear , Oh ! she hath fear'd her soul was given To some unhallow'd child of air , Some erring spirit cast from heaven , Like those angelic youths of old , Who burn'd for LALLA ROOKH . 165.
... broken From his dark eyes , too bright to bear , Oh ! she hath fear'd her soul was given To some unhallow'd child of air , Some erring spirit cast from heaven , Like those angelic youths of old , Who burn'd for LALLA ROOKH . 165.
Side 167
... fears , My dreams , have boded all too right- We part for ever part ― to - night ! I knew , I knew it could not last — ' Twas bright , ' twas heavenly , but ' tis past ! Oh ! ever thus , from childhood's hour , I've seen my fondest ...
... fears , My dreams , have boded all too right- We part for ever part ― to - night ! I knew , I knew it could not last — ' Twas bright , ' twas heavenly , but ' tis past ! Oh ! ever thus , from childhood's hour , I've seen my fondest ...
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