Lalla Rookh: An Oriental RomanceD. Estes, 1899 - 297 sider |
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Side 159
... Should be awake at this sweet hour . And see where , high above those rocks That o'er the deep their shadows fling , Yon turret stands , — where ebon locks , As glossy as a heron's wing Upon the turban of LALLA ROOKH . 159.
... Should be awake at this sweet hour . And see where , high above those rocks That o'er the deep their shadows fling , Yon turret stands , — where ebon locks , As glossy as a heron's wing Upon the turban of LALLA ROOKH . 159.
Side 163
... rocks , whose rugged frown Blackens the mirror of the deep ? Whom waits she all this lonely night ? Too rough the rocks , too bold the steep , For man to scale that turret's height ! So deem'd at least her thoughtful sire , When high ...
... rocks , whose rugged frown Blackens the mirror of the deep ? Whom waits she all this lonely night ? Too rough the rocks , too bold the steep , For man to scale that turret's height ! So deem'd at least her thoughtful sire , When high ...
Side 164
... rock - way rude , There's one who , but to kiss thy cheek , Would climb th ' untrodden solitude Of Ararat's tremendous ... rocks to Hinda's bower . See light as up their granite steeps The rock - goats of Arabia clamber , Fearless from ...
... rock - way rude , There's one who , but to kiss thy cheek , Would climb th ' untrodden solitude Of Ararat's tremendous ... rocks to Hinda's bower . See light as up their granite steeps The rock - goats of Arabia clamber , Fearless from ...
Side 167
... I ever dreamt or knew , To see thee , hear thee , call thee mine , Oh , misery ! must I lose that too ? Yet go - on peril's brink we meet ; - Those frightful rocks- that treacherous sea- No , never come LALLA ROOKH . 167.
... I ever dreamt or knew , To see thee , hear thee , call thee mine , Oh , misery ! must I lose that too ? Yet go - on peril's brink we meet ; - Those frightful rocks- that treacherous sea- No , never come LALLA ROOKH . 167.
Side 168
An Oriental Romance Thomas Moore. Those frightful rocks- that treacherous sea- No , never come again - though sweet , Though heaven , it may be death to thee . Farewell — and blessings on thy way , Where'er thou go'st , beloved stranger ...
An Oriental Romance Thomas Moore. Those frightful rocks- that treacherous sea- No , never come again - though sweet , Though heaven , it may be death to thee . Farewell — and blessings on thy way , Where'er thou go'st , beloved stranger ...
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