Lalla Rookh: An Oriental RomanceM. Thomas, 1817 - 335 sider |
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Side 31
... a spirit's o'er th ' unechoing ground , — From that wild ZELICA , whose every glance Was thrilling fire , whose every thought a trance ! Upon his couch the Veiled MOKANNA lay , While lamps THE VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN . 31.
... a spirit's o'er th ' unechoing ground , — From that wild ZELICA , whose every glance Was thrilling fire , whose every thought a trance ! Upon his couch the Veiled MOKANNA lay , While lamps THE VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN . 31.
Side 32
... thought he mused on there , Stood vases , filled with KISHMEE'st golden wine , And the red weepings of the SHIRAZ vine ; Of which his curtain'd lips full many a draught Took zealously , as if each drop they quaff'd , Like ZEMZEM's ...
... thought he mused on there , Stood vases , filled with KISHMEE'st golden wine , And the red weepings of the SHIRAZ vine ; Of which his curtain'd lips full many a draught Took zealously , as if each drop they quaff'd , Like ZEMZEM's ...
Side 36
... thoughts too stern for love , " Too rul'd by that cold enemy of bliss " The world calls virtue - we must conquer this ; - " Nay , shrink not , pretty sage ; ' tis not for thee " To scan the mazes of heav'n's mystery . " The steel must ...
... thoughts too stern for love , " Too rul'd by that cold enemy of bliss " The world calls virtue - we must conquer this ; - " Nay , shrink not , pretty sage ; ' tis not for thee " To scan the mazes of heav'n's mystery . " The steel must ...
Side 40
... thought I. " But this is past - though worse than death my lot , “ Than hell — ' tis nothing , while he knows it not . " Far off to some benighted land I'll fly , " Where sunbeam ne'er shall enter till I die ; " Where none will ask the ...
... thought I. " But this is past - though worse than death my lot , “ Than hell — ' tis nothing , while he knows it not . " Far off to some benighted land I'll fly , " Where sunbeam ne'er shall enter till I die ; " Where none will ask the ...
Side 42
... thought'st all true , " And that I love mankind ! -I do , I do " As victims , love them ; as the sea - dog dotes " Upon the small , sweet fry that round him floats ; " Or , as the Nile - bird loves the slime that gives " That rank and ...
... thought'st all true , " And that I love mankind ! -I do , I do " As victims , love them ; as the sea - dog dotes " Upon the small , sweet fry that round him floats ; " Or , as the Nile - bird loves the slime that gives " That rank and ...
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angels Arab beautiful beneath bird blest bliss blood bowers breath bright brow Bucharia burning Caliph called Cashmere charm cheek dark dead dear death deep Delhi delight dread dream e'er earth ev'n eyes FADLADEEN falchion FERAMORZ Ferdosi fire flame flowers gardens Ghebers gleam glory gold golden HAFED Haram hath heart heaven holy hour hung Indian 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 pass'd PERI Persian Persian Gulf poet princess pure round ruin'd Scott Waring seem'd shade sherbets shining shone sigh skies slave sleep smile soul sound sparkling spirit star stood sunk sweet sword Tahmuras tears thee thine thou thought throne Tibet towers tree turn'd Twas veil wave Waved plates wild wings wretch YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY young youth ZELICA
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Side 57 - And a dew was distill'd from their flowers that gave All the fragrance of summer, when summer was gone. Thus memory draws from delight, ere it dies, , An essence that breathes of it many a year ; Thus bright to my soul, as 'twas then to my eyes, Is that bower on the banks of the calm Bendemeer...
Side 160 - 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 ! Now too — the joy most like divine Of all I ever dreamt or knew.
Side 134 - And now — behold him kneeling there By the child's side, in humble prayer, 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 129 - Now, upon SYRIA'S land of roses Softly the light of eve reposes, And, like a glory, the broad sun Hangs over sainted LEBANON ; Whose head in wintry grandeur towers, And whitens with eternal sleet, While summer, in a vale of flowers, Is sleeping rosy at his feet.
Side 252 - Alas — how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love ! Hearts that the world in vain has 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 118 - Downward the Peri turns her gaze, And, through the war-field's bloody haze Beholds a youthful warrior stand, Alone, beside his native river, — The red blade broken in his hand And the last arrow in his quiver. "Live," said the conqueror, " live to share The trophies and the crowns I bear ! " Silent that youthful warrior stood — Silent he pointed to the flood All crimson with his country's blood, Then sent his last remaining dart, For answer, to th
Side 130 - Banqueting through the flowery vales ; — And, Jordan, those sweet banks of thine, And woods, so full of nightingales ! But nought can charm the luckless Peri ; Her soul is sad — her wings are weary — Joyless she sees the sun look down On that great Temple, once his own, Whose lonely columns stand sublime, Flinging their shadows from on high, Like dials, which the wizard, Time, Had raised to count his ages by...
Side 121 - 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...
Side 189 - Sea fruits, that tempt the eye, But turn to ashes on the lips ! His country's curse, his children's shame. Outcast of virtue, peace, and fame. May he, at last, with lips of flame On the parch'd desert thirsting die, — While lakes that shone in mockery nigh Are fading off...
Side 126 - I'd shed it all, To give thy brow one minute's calm. Nay, turn not from me that dear face — Am I not thine — thy own loved bride — The one, the chosen one, whose place In life or death is by thy side ! • Think'st thou that she, whose only light, In this dim world, from thee hath shone, Could bear the long, the cheerless night, That must be hers, when thou art gone ? That I can live, and let thee go, Who art my life itself? — No, no — When the stem dies, the leaf that grew Out of its heart...