Lalla Rookh: An Oriental RomanceLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1817 - 405 sider The daughter of the Mughal emperor is engaged to the young king of Bactria. She goes to meet him, but falls in love with a poet she meets on the way. As Lalla Rookh enters the palace of her bridegroom she is delighted to find that the poet of her affection was none other than the prince to whom she was engaged. |
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Side 58
... sleep ! " 7 My Pandits assure me that the plant before us ( the Nilica ) is their Sephalica , thus named because the bees are supposed to sleep on its blossoms . " Sir W. Jones . And music too dear music ! that can touch Beyond 58 LALLA ...
... sleep ! " 7 My Pandits assure me that the plant before us ( the Nilica ) is their Sephalica , thus named because the bees are supposed to sleep on its blossoms . " Sir W. Jones . And music too dear music ! that can touch Beyond 58 LALLA ...
Side 70
... sleeping as still As if no life remain'd in breeze or rill . 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 ...
... sleeping as still As if no life remain'd in breeze or rill . 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 ...
Side 80
... deep and dread As that of MONKER , waking up the dead From their first sleep -so startling ' twas to both - Rung through the casement near " Thy oath ! thy oath ! " 1 Oh Heav'n , the ghastliness ' of that Maid's 80 LALLA ROOKH .
... deep and dread As that of MONKER , waking up the dead From their first sleep -so startling ' twas to both - Rung through the casement near " Thy oath ! thy oath ! " 1 Oh Heav'n , the ghastliness ' of that Maid's 80 LALLA ROOKH .
Side 123
... this the old man breath'd his thanks , and died . And there , upon the banks of that lov'd tide , He and his ZELICA sleep side by side . THE HE story of the Veiled Prophet of Khorassan being THE VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN . 123.
... this the old man breath'd his thanks , and died . And there , upon the banks of that lov'd tide , He and his ZELICA sleep side by side . THE HE story of the Veiled Prophet of Khorassan being THE VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN . 123.
Side 129
... sleep ; - while the self - complacent Cham- berlain was left to triumph in the idea of having , for the hundred and fiftieth time in his life , extinguished a Poet . LALLA ROOKн alone - and Love knew why -- persisted in being delighted ...
... sleep ; - while the self - complacent Cham- berlain was left to triumph in the idea of having , for the hundred and fiftieth time in his life , extinguished a Poet . LALLA ROOKн alone - and Love knew why -- persisted in being delighted ...
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angels Arab AZIM beautiful beneath bird blest bliss blood bowers breath breath'd bright brow burning Caliph called Cashmere charm cheek D'Herbelot dark dead dear death deep Delhi dread dream e'er earth ev'n eyes FADLADEEN falchion FERAMORZ Ferdosi Ferishta fire flame flowers gardens GAZNA Ghebers gleam glory gold golden Greek fire HAFED Haram hath heart heaven holy hour hung hyæna India IRAN's Khorassan King Koran Lake LALLA ROOKH light lips look look'd lov'd lover lute maid MOKANNA moonlight Moslem mountain Naptha never night NOURMAHAL o'er PERI Persian Princess pure round Scott Waring seem'd shade sherbets shining SHIRAZ shone sigh skies slave sleep smile soul sound sparkling spirit star stood sunk sweet sword tears thee thine thou throne Tibet Transoxiania tree turn'd twas veil warm wave Waved plates wild wings wretch young youth ZELICA
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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...