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... rich moresque - work of the roof of gold , Aloft the Haram's curtain'd galleries rise , Where , through the silken net - work , glancing eyes , From time to time , like sudden gleams that glow Through autumn clouds , shine o'er the pomp ...
... rich moresque - work of the roof of gold , Aloft the Haram's curtain'd galleries rise , Where , through the silken net - work , glancing eyes , From time to time , like sudden gleams that glow Through autumn clouds , shine o'er the pomp ...
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... why this pageant now ? this arm'd array ? What triumph crowds the rich Divan to - day 6 The burning fountains of Brahma near Chittogong , esteemed as holy.- Turner . 7 China . With turban'd heads , of every hue and race , 12 LALLA ROOKH .
... why this pageant now ? this arm'd array ? What triumph crowds the rich Divan to - day 6 The burning fountains of Brahma near Chittogong , esteemed as holy.- Turner . 7 China . With turban'd heads , of every hue and race , 12 LALLA ROOKH .
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... ripening future's rich success , To heed the sorrow , pale and spiritless , That sat upon his victim's downcast brow , Or mark how slow her step , how alter'd now } " From the quick , ardent Priestess , whose light 32 LALLA ROOKH .
... ripening future's rich success , To heed the sorrow , pale and spiritless , That sat upon his victim's downcast brow , Or mark how slow her step , how alter'd now } " From the quick , ardent Priestess , whose light 32 LALLA ROOKH .
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... rich temptations of to - night ; " Such the refin'd enchantress that must be " This hero's vanquisher , — and thou art she ! " - With her hands clasp'd , her lips apart and pale , The maid had stood , gazing upon the Veil From which ...
... rich temptations of to - night ; " Such the refin'd enchantress that must be " This hero's vanquisher , — and thou art she ! " - With her hands clasp'd , her lips apart and pale , The maid had stood , gazing upon the Veil From which ...
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... " Their bridal place — the charnel vault was ours ! " Instead of scents and balms , for thee and me " Rose the rich steams of sweet mortality ; - " Gay , flickering death - lights shone while we THE VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN . 45.
... " Their bridal place — the charnel vault was ours ! " Instead of scents and balms , for thee and me " Rose the rich steams of sweet mortality ; - " Gay , flickering death - lights shone while we THE VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN . 45.
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angels Arab AZIM beautiful beneath bird blest 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 Gazna Genii Ghebers gleam glory gold golden HAFED Haram hath heart heaven holy hour hung hyæna Indian 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 sherbets shining Shiraz shone sigh skies slave sleep smile soul sound sparkling spirit star stood sunk sweet sword Tahmuras tears thee thine thou throne Tibet Transoxiania tree turn'd twas veil voice warm wave Waved plates wild wings wretch young youth ZELICA
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Página 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.
Página 152 - 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, with eager hands and eyes, The beautiful blue damsel-flies...
Página 153 - 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 291 - 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...
Página 103 - And they believe him ! — oh, the lover may Distrust that look which steals his soul away ; — The babe may cease to think that it can play With heaven's rainbow ; — alchymists may doubt The shining gold their crucible gives out — But Faith, fanatic Faith, once wedded fast To some dear falsehood, hugs it to the last.
Página 146 - 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...
Página 300 - 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 157 - Twas a bright smile the Angel threw From heaven's gate, to hail that tear Her harbinger of glory near ! "Joy, joy for ever ! my task is done — The Gates are pass'd, and Heaven is won...
Página 146 - So quickly do his baleful sighs Quench all the sweet light of her eyes. One struggle — and his pain is past — Her lover is no longer living! One kiss the maiden gives, one last, Long kiss, which she expires in giving !