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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... wave , whose fate , in bondage thrown ---- For their weak loveliness is like her own ! On one side gleaming with a sudden grace Through water , brilliant as the crystal vase In which it undulates , small fishes shine , Like golden ...
... wave , whose fate , in bondage thrown ---- For their weak loveliness is like her own ! On one side gleaming with a sudden grace Through water , brilliant as the crystal vase In which it undulates , small fishes shine , Like golden ...
Side 59
... wave on wave Succeeding in smooth seas , when storms are laid ; - He thought of ZELICA , his own dear maid , And of the time when , full of blissful sighs , They sat and look'd into each other's eyes , Silent and happy · - as if God had ...
... wave on wave Succeeding in smooth seas , when storms are laid ; - He thought of ZELICA , his own dear maid , And of the time when , full of blissful sighs , They sat and look'd into each other's eyes , Silent and happy · - as if God had ...
Side 63
... wave , But some blossoms were gather'd , while freshly they shone , 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 ...
... wave , But some blossoms were gather'd , while freshly they shone , 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 ...
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... wave , When they meet at night ! By the tear that shows When passion is nigh , As the rain - drop flows From the heat of the sky ! By the first love - beat Of the youthful heart , 4 The blue lotos , which grows in Cashmere and in Persia ...
... wave , When they meet at night ! By the tear that shows When passion is nigh , As the rain - drop flows From the heat of the sky ! By the first love - beat Of the youthful heart , 4 The blue lotos , which grows in Cashmere and in Persia ...
Side 102
... wave , beams out at last ! " Victory's our own ' tis written in that Book " Upon whose leaves none but the angels look , " That ISLAM'S sceptre shall beneath the power " Of her great foe fall broken in that hour , " When the moon's ...
... wave , beams out at last ! " Victory's our own ' tis written in that Book " Upon whose leaves none but the angels look , " That ISLAM'S sceptre shall beneath the power " Of her great foe fall broken in that hour , " When the moon's ...
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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...