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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... voices , heavenlier still ! And now they come , now pass before his eye , Forms such as Nature moulds , when she would vie With Fancy's pencil , and give birth to things Lovely beyond its fairest picturings ! Awhile they dance before ...
... voices , heavenlier still ! And now they come , now pass before his eye , Forms such as Nature moulds , when she would vie With Fancy's pencil , and give birth to things Lovely beyond its fairest picturings ! Awhile they dance before ...
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... voices , thesè impassion'd words : - 3 A SPIRIT there is , whose fragrant sigh Is burning now through earth and air ; Where cheeks are blushing , the Spirit is nigh , Where lips are meeting , the Spirit is there ! To which will be added ...
... voices , thesè impassion'd words : - 3 A SPIRIT there is , whose fragrant sigh Is burning now through earth and air ; Where cheeks are blushing , the Spirit is nigh , Where lips are meeting , the Spirit is there ! To which will be added ...
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... voice and step still sounding in my ear- " Oh God ! thou would'st not wonder that , at last , " When every hope was all at once o'ercast , " When I heard frightful voices round me say " Azim is dead ! - this wretched brain gave way ...
... voice and step still sounding in my ear- " Oh God ! thou would'st not wonder that , at last , " When every hope was all at once o'ercast , " When I heard frightful voices round me say " Azim is dead ! - this wretched brain gave way ...
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... voice 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 .
... voice 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 .
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... voice of fiend - like mockery that bids hell rejoice ! Deluded victims never hath this earth Seen mourning half so mournful as their mirth ! Here , to the few , whose iron frames had stood This racking waste of famine and of blood ...
... voice of fiend - like mockery that bids hell rejoice ! Deluded victims never hath this earth Seen mourning half so mournful as their mirth ! Here , to the few , whose iron frames had stood This racking waste of famine and of blood ...
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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...