Lalla Rookh: An Oriental RomanceC. S. Francis, 1849 - 278 páginas |
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... golden anchor in the stream ; * * * A song is sung by the Peri in approaching , of which the following forms a part : My child she is but half divine ; Her father sleeps in the Caspian water ; Sea - weeds twine His funeral shrine , But ...
... golden anchor in the stream ; * * * A song is sung by the Peri in approaching , of which the following forms a part : My child she is but half divine ; Her father sleeps in the Caspian water ; Sea - weeds twine His funeral shrine , But ...
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... golden twist Hung relics of the saints of yore , And scraps of talismanic lore , - Charms for the old , the sick , the frail , Some made for use , and all for sale . On either side , the crowd withdrew , To let the Saint pass proudly ...
... golden twist Hung relics of the saints of yore , And scraps of talismanic lore , - Charms for the old , the sick , the frail , Some made for use , and all for sale . On either side , the crowd withdrew , To let the Saint pass proudly ...
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... golden knob , generally in the shape of a pine- apple , on the top of the canopy over the litter or palanquin . " — Scott's Notes on the Bahardanush . 3 In the Poem of Zohair , in the Moallakat , there is the following lively ...
... golden knob , generally in the shape of a pine- apple , on the top of the canopy over the litter or palanquin . " — Scott's Notes on the Bahardanush . 3 In the Poem of Zohair , in the Moallakat , there is the following lively ...
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... golden anklets was an abomination . 2 But these and many other diversions were repeated till they lost all their charm , and the nights and noon- days were beginning to move heavily , when , at length , it was recollected that , among ...
... golden anklets was an abomination . 2 But these and many other diversions were repeated till they lost all their charm , and the nights and noon- days were beginning to move heavily , when , at length , it was recollected that , among ...
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... Haschem , and who was called Mocanna from the veil of silver gauze ( or , as others say , golden ) which he always wore , see D'Herbelot . THE VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN.1 IN that delightful Province of 26 LALLA ROOKH .
... Haschem , and who was called Mocanna from the veil of silver gauze ( or , as others say , golden ) which he always wore , see D'Herbelot . THE VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN.1 IN that delightful Province of 26 LALLA ROOKH .
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angels Arab AZIM beautiful beneath bird blessed bliss blood bowers breath 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 Genii Ghebers glory gold golden Greek fire HAFED Haram hath heart heaven holy hour hung hyæna Indian IRAN's isles J. G. Lockhart 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 poem poet Princess pure round 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 twas Veil wandering warm wave wild wings wretch young youth ZELICA Zoroaster
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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 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 135 - 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.
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 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 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 th...
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 130 - Am I not thine — thy own lov'd 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 must perish too! Then turn to me, my own love, turn, Before, like thee, I fade and burn; Cling...