Lalla Rookh: An Oriental RomanceC. S. Francis, 1849 - 278 páginas |
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... young Orian cries , And panting to Mohassan flies . Then down upon the flowery grass Reclines to see the vision pass ; With partly joy and partly fear , To find its wondrous light so near , And hiding oft his dazzled eyes . Among the ...
... young Orian cries , And panting to Mohassan flies . Then down upon the flowery grass Reclines to see the vision pass ; With partly joy and partly fear , To find its wondrous light so near , And hiding oft his dazzled eyes . Among the ...
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... young King , as soon as the cares of empire would permit , was to meet , for the first time , his lovely bride , and , after a few months ' repose in that enchanting valley , conduct her over the snowy hills into Bucharia . 1 The day of ...
... young King , as soon as the cares of empire would permit , was to meet , for the first time , his lovely bride , and , after a few months ' repose in that enchanting valley , conduct her over the snowy hills into Bucharia . 1 The day of ...
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... young female slave sat fanning her through the curtains , with feathers of the Argus pheasant's wing ; 4 - and the lovely troop of Tartarian and Cashmerian maids of honor , whom the young King had sent to accompany his bride , and who ...
... young female slave sat fanning her through the curtains , with feathers of the Argus pheasant's wing ; 4 - and the lovely troop of Tartarian and Cashmerian maids of honor , whom the young King had sent to accompany his bride , and who ...
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... young , and the young love variety ; nor could the conversation of her Ladies and the Great Chamber- lain FADLADEEN , ( the only persons , of course , admit- ted to her pavilion , ) sufficiently enliven those many vacant hours , which ...
... young , and the young love variety ; nor could the conversation of her Ladies and the Great Chamber- lain FADLADEEN , ( the only persons , of course , admit- ted to her pavilion , ) sufficiently enliven those many vacant hours , which ...
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... young poet of Cashmere , much celebrated throughout the Valley for his manner of reciting the Stories of the East , on whom his Royal Master had conferred the privilege of being admitted to the pavilion of the Princess , that he might ...
... young poet of Cashmere , much celebrated throughout the Valley for his manner of reciting the Stories of the East , on whom his Royal Master had conferred the privilege of being admitted to the pavilion of the Princess , that he might ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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...