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... thine , ' twas sacred from that hour ; Or gem When thou didst study him , till every tone And gesture and dear look became thy own , - Thy voice like his , the changes of his face In thine reflected with still lovelier grace , Like echo ...
... thine , ' twas sacred from that hour ; Or gem When thou didst study him , till every tone And gesture and dear look became thy own , - Thy voice like his , the changes of his face In thine reflected with still lovelier grace , Like echo ...
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... of whose unholy flame Thou wert too soon the victim , ― shining came From Paradise , to people its pure sphere With souls like thine , which he hath ruin'd here ! No - had not reason's light totally set , And 24 LALLA ROOKH .
... of whose unholy flame Thou wert too soon the victim , ― shining came From Paradise , to people its pure sphere With souls like thine , which he hath ruin'd here ! No - had not reason's light totally set , And 24 LALLA ROOKH .
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... thine " Bless'd not my banner , ' twere but half divine . " But - why so mournful , child ? those eyes , that shone " All life last - night - what ! is their glory gone ? -- " Come , come this morn's fatigue hath made them " pale ...
... thine " Bless'd not my banner , ' twere but half divine . " But - why so mournful , child ? those eyes , that shone " All life last - night - what ! is their glory gone ? -- " Come , come this morn's fatigue hath made them " pale ...
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... thine repeat " That cup " That cup we pledg'd , the charnel's choicest wine , " Hath bound thee aye body and soul all mine ; " Bound thee by chains that , whether blest or curst " No matter now , not hell itself shall burst ! " Hence ...
... thine repeat " That cup " That cup we pledg'd , the charnel's choicest wine , " Hath bound thee aye body and soul all mine ; " Bound thee by chains that , whether blest or curst " No matter now , not hell itself shall burst ! " Hence ...
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... thine eyes . " Song . 266 - - Sol . They tinged the ends of her fingers scarlet with Henna , so that they resembled branches of coral . " - Story of Prince Futtun in Bahardanush . 3 " The women blacken the inside of their eyelids with a ...
... thine eyes . " Song . 266 - - Sol . They tinged the ends of her fingers scarlet with Henna , so that they resembled branches of coral . " - Story of Prince Futtun in Bahardanush . 3 " The women blacken the inside of their eyelids with a ...
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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 155 - There was a time," he said, in mild, Heart-humbled tones — " 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...
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 !