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Side 40
... o'er thy heart from every look of his ; When but to see him , hear him , breathe the air In which he dwelt , was thy soul's fondest prayer ! When round him hung such a perpetual spell , Whate'er he did , none ever did so well . Too ...
... o'er thy heart from every look of his ; When but to see him , hear him , breathe the air In which he dwelt , was thy soul's fondest prayer ! When round him hung such a perpetual spell , Whate'er he did , none ever did so well . Too ...
Side 41
... o'er the shining track Of our young life , and points out every ray Of hope and peace we've lost upon the way ! Once happy pair ! – in proud Bokhara's groves , Who had not heard of their first youthful loves ? Born by that ancient flood ...
... o'er the shining track Of our young life , and points out every ray Of hope and peace we've lost upon the way ! Once happy pair ! – in proud Bokhara's groves , Who had not heard of their first youthful loves ? Born by that ancient flood ...
Side 46
... o'er them both , Never , by that all - imprecating oath , In joy or sorrow from his side to sever . She swore , and the wide charnel echo'd , “ never , never ! " From that dread hour , entirely , wildly given To him and — she believed ...
... o'er them both , Never , by that all - imprecating oath , In joy or sorrow from his side to sever . She swore , and the wide charnel echo'd , “ never , never ! " From that dread hour , entirely , wildly given To him and — she believed ...
Side 47
... it , thy broken clue ? Through what small vistas o'er the darken'd brain Thy intellectual daybeam bursts again ? And how , like forts , to which beleaguerers win Unhoped - for entrance through some friend within , One LALLA ROOKH . 47.
... it , thy broken clue ? Through what small vistas o'er the darken'd brain Thy intellectual daybeam bursts again ? And how , like forts , to which beleaguerers win Unhoped - for entrance through some friend within , One LALLA ROOKH . 47.
Side 48
... o'er the yawning wave , But not to point the harbor which might save . Hours of delight and peace , long left behind , With that dear form came rushing o'er her mind ; But oh ! to think how deep her soul had gone In shame and falsehood ...
... o'er the yawning wave , But not to point the harbor which might save . Hours of delight and peace , long left behind , With that dear form came rushing o'er her mind ; But oh ! to think how deep her soul had gone In shame and falsehood ...
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angel appeared arms beautiful beneath bird bliss blood bowers breath bright brow called charm dark dead dear death deep delight dread dream e'en earth 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 Rookh land leaves light lips live look lost maid morn mountain never night o'er once pass Peri Persian poet Princess pure rest rich rose round seen shade shining side sigh slave sleep smile soul sound spirit star stood story sweet sword tears thee thine thou thought thousand throne tree turn twas veil voice wandering warm wave wild wind wings young youth