Lalla Rookh: An Oriental RomanceC.S. Francis, 1845 - 278 páginas |
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... sound of which they dance before the King . The Arabian princesses wear golden rings on their fingers , to which little bells are suspended , as well as in the flowing tresses of their hair , that their superior rank may be known , and ...
... sound of which they dance before the King . The Arabian princesses wear golden rings on their fingers , to which little bells are suspended , as well as in the flowing tresses of their hair , that their superior rank may be known , and ...
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... - ning nearly from east to west , splits into two branches ; one of which falls into the Caspian Sea , and the other into Aral Nahr , or the Lake of Eagles , ― Just ere he dies ; at length those sounds 36 LALLA ROOKH .
... - ning nearly from east to west , splits into two branches ; one of which falls into the Caspian Sea , and the other into Aral Nahr , or the Lake of Eagles , ― Just ere he dies ; at length those sounds 36 LALLA ROOKH .
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An Oriental Romance Thomas Moore. ― Just ere he dies ; at length those sounds of dread Fell withering on her soul , " AZIм is dead ! " O Grief , beyond all other griefs , when fate First leaves the young heart lone and desolate In the ...
An Oriental Romance Thomas Moore. ― Just ere he dies ; at length those sounds of dread Fell withering on her soul , " AZIм is dead ! " O Grief , beyond all other griefs , when fate First leaves the young heart lone and desolate In the ...
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... sound Of poesy and music breathed around , Together picturing to her mind and ear The glories of that heaven , her destined sphere , Where all was pure , where every stain that lay Upon the spirit's light should pass away , And ...
... sound Of poesy and music breathed around , Together picturing to her mind and ear The glories of that heaven , her destined sphere , Where all was pure , where every stain that lay Upon the spirit's light should pass away , And ...
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... sound ones too , " Seen , heard , attested , every thing , but true . " Your preaching zealots , too inspired to seek " One grace of meaning for the things they speak ; " Your martyrs , ready to shed out their blood , " For truths too ...
... sound ones too , " Seen , heard , attested , every thing , but true . " Your preaching zealots , too inspired to seek " One grace of meaning for the things they speak ; " Your martyrs , ready to shed out their blood , " For truths too ...
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angels Arab beautiful beneath bird blessed bliss blood bowers breath bright brow burning Caliph called Cashmere charm cheek D'Herbelot dark dead dear death deep Delhi delight dread dream e'er earth ev'n eyes FADLADEEN fairy falchion FERAMORZ Ferdosi Ferishta fierce fire flame flowers gardens Ghebers glory gold golden Greek fire HAFED Haram hath heart heaven holy hour hung hyæna Indian IRAN's Khorassan King Koran La Péri Lake LALLA ROOKH light lips live look lover lute maid MOKANNA moonlight Moslem mountain Naphtha never night NOURMAHAL o'er once passed PERI Persian poet Princess pure round ruined Scott Waring shining Shiraz shone sigh skies slave sleep smile song soul sound sparkling spirit star stood story sunk sweet sword Tahmuras tears thee thine thou thought throne Tibet tree twas Veil voice wandering warm wave wild wings wretch young youth ZELICA Zoroaster
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Página 120 - 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.
Página 67 - twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song. That bower and its music I never forget, But oft when alone, in the bloom of the year, I think — Is the nightingale singing there yet? Are the roses still bright by the calm BENDEMEER?
Página 132 - 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.
Página 120 - Go, wing thy flight from star to star, From world to luminous world, as far As the universe spreads its flaming wall; Take all the pleasures of all the spheres, And multiply each through endless years, One minute of heaven is worth them all...
Página 247 - 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...
Página 241 - Or to see it by moonlight, — when mellowly shines The light o'er its palaces, gardens, and shrines ; When the water-falls gleam, like a quick fall of stars, And the nightingale's hymn from the Isle of Chenars Is broken by laughs and light echoes of feet From the cool, shining walks where the young people meet.
Página 159 - 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, 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 again — though sweet, Though heaven, it may be death to thee.
Página 122 - The fig-tree, not that kind for fruit renown'd, But such as, at this day, to Indians known, In Malabar or Decan spreads her arms, Branching so broad and long, that in the ground The bended twigs take root, and daughters grow About the mother tree, a pillar'd shade, High overarch'd, and echoing walks between...
Página 128 - Whose fruit and blossoms in the breeze Were wantoning together, free, Like age at play with infancy — Beneath that fresh and springing bower, Close by the Lake, she heard the moan Of one who, at this silent hour, Had thither stol'n to die alone. One who in life where'er he mov'd, Drew after him the hearts of many...
Página 136 - Syria's thousand minarets! The boy has started from the bed Of flowers where he had laid his head, And down upon the fragrant sod Kneels with his forehead to the south, Lisping the...