Lalla Rookh: An Oriental RomanceLongman, Brown, Green and Longmans, 1854 - 287 pages |
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... feeling , within myself ; while a strong desire not wholly to disappoint this " auguring hope , " became almost a substitute for inspiration . In the year 1815 , therefore , having made some progress in my task , I wrote to report the ...
... feeling , within myself ; while a strong desire not wholly to disappoint this " auguring hope , " became almost a substitute for inspiration . In the year 1815 , therefore , having made some progress in my task , I wrote to report the ...
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... feeling , I take for granted from the prophetic words supposed to be addressed to him by his aged guardian : Bright child of destiny ! even now I read the promise on that brow , That tyrants shall no more defile The glories of the Green ...
... feeling , I take for granted from the prophetic words supposed to be addressed to him by his aged guardian : Bright child of destiny ! even now I read the promise on that brow , That tyrants shall no more defile The glories of the Green ...
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... feeling , either in the subject or the personages of the intended story ; and this was the reason , doubtless , though hardly known , at the time , to myself , that , finding my subjects so slow in kindling my own sympathies , I began ...
... feeling , either in the subject or the personages of the intended story ; and this was the reason , doubtless , though hardly known , at the time , to myself , that , finding my subjects so slow in kindling my own sympathies , I began ...
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... feel his spirit rise Kindling within him ? who , with heart and eyes , Could walk where Liberty had been , nor see . The shining foot - prints of her Deity , Nor feel those god - like breathings in the air , Which mutely told her spirit ...
... feel his spirit rise Kindling within him ? who , with heart and eyes , Could walk where Liberty had been , nor see . The shining foot - prints of her Deity , Nor feel those god - like breathings in the air , Which mutely told her spirit ...
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... feel , " Nor which to sigh for , in their trance of heart , " The heav'n thou preachest or the heav'n thou art ! " What should I be without thee ? without thee " How dull were power , how joyless victory ! " Though borne by angels , if ...
... feel , " Nor which to sigh for , in their trance of heart , " The heav'n thou preachest or the heav'n thou art ! " What should I be without thee ? without thee " How dull were power , how joyless victory ! " Though borne by angels , if ...
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angels Arab AZIM beautiful beneath bird blest bliss blood bowers breath breath'd bright brow Bucharia burning Caliph called Cashmere charm cheek D'Herbelot dark dead dear death deep Delhi delightful dread dream e'er earth ev'n eyes FADLADEEN falchion FERAMORZ FERDOSI FERISHTA fire flame flowers gardens GAZNA Ghebers glory gold golden HAFED Haram hath heart heaven holy hour hung hyæna Indian IRAN's Khorassan King Koran La Péri Lahore Lake LALLA ROOKH light lips look look'd lov'd lover lute maid minaret MOKANNA moonlight Moslem mountain Naphtha never night NOURMAHAL o'er pass'd PERI Persian poet Princess pure round SCOTT WARing seem'd shining Shiraz shone sigh skies slave sleep smile soul sound sparkling spirit star stood sweet sword Tahmuras tears thee thine thou thought throne Tibet tree turn'd Twas veil voice warm wave wild wings wretch young youth ZELICA Zoroaster
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Page 245 - 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...
Page 253 - 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...
Page 132 - And how felt he, the wretched man Reclining there, while memory ran O'er many a year of guilt and strife, — Flew o'er the dark flood of his life, Nor found one sunny resting-place, Nor brought him back one branch of grace. "There was a time," he said, in mild, Heart-humbled tones, "thou blessed child!
Page 187 - His country's curse, his children's shame. Outcast of virtue, peace, and fame. May he, at last, with lips of flame On the parch'd desert thirsting die, — While lakes that shone in mockery nigh...
Page 55 - And a dew was distill'd from their flowers, that gave All the fragrance of summer, when summer was gone. Thus memory draws from delight, ere it dies, \ ".> An essence that breathes of it many a year...
Page 197 - How calm, how beautiful comes on The stilly hour when storms are gone, When warring winds have died away, And clouds, beneath the glancing ray, Melt off, and leave the land and sea Sleeping in bright tranquillity...
Page 124 - I'd shed it all, To give thy brow one minute's calm. Nay, turn not from me that dear face — Am I not thine — thy own loved 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...
Page 133 - 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...
Page 130 - 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.
Page 124 - tis sweet to me ! There, drink my tears, while yet they fall, — Would that my bosom's blood were balm, And, well thou know'st, I'd shed it all, To give thy brow one minute's calm.