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Page ii
... hope of securing some advantage that may ac- celerate the removal of those disqualifications , which are sup- posed to exclude happiness from the limits of his country . In « Lalla Rookh » he has given his fire - worshippers the wrongs ...
... hope of securing some advantage that may ac- celerate the removal of those disqualifications , which are sup- posed to exclude happiness from the limits of his country . In « Lalla Rookh » he has given his fire - worshippers the wrongs ...
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... hope his delicacy to- wards others may not lead him too far towards the risk of his own popularity , or the sacrifice of what we designate once more the public property . If credit may be given to Captain Medwin , Lord Byron was most ...
... hope his delicacy to- wards others may not lead him too far towards the risk of his own popularity , or the sacrifice of what we designate once more the public property . If credit may be given to Captain Medwin , Lord Byron was most ...
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... hope and peace we've lost upon the way ! Once happy pair ! -in proud BξKHARA's groves , Who had not heard of their first youthful loves ? Born by that ancient flood , * which from its spring In the Dark Mountains swiftly wandering ...
... hope and peace we've lost upon the way ! Once happy pair ! -in proud BξKHARA's groves , Who had not heard of their first youthful loves ? Born by that ancient flood , * which from its spring In the Dark Mountains swiftly wandering ...
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... hope , most dear , Most wild of all , that her transgression here Was but a passage through earth's grosser fire , From which the spirit would at last aspire , Even purer than before , -as perfumes rise Through flame and smoke , most ...
... hope , most dear , Most wild of all , that her transgression here Was but a passage through earth's grosser fire , From which the spirit would at last aspire , Even purer than before , -as perfumes rise Through flame and smoke , most ...
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... hope or Prophet's dream ! " Light of the Faith ! who twinest religion's zeal " So close with love's , men know not which they feel , " Nor which to sigh for in their trance of heart , " The Heaven thou preachest or the Heaven thou art ...
... hope or Prophet's dream ! " Light of the Faith ! who twinest religion's zeal " So close with love's , men know not which they feel , " Nor which to sigh for in their trance of heart , " The Heaven thou preachest or the Heaven thou art ...
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Page 299 - 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 66 - 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 ; Thus bright to my soul, as 'twas then to my eyes, Is that bower on the banks of the calm BENDEMEER.
Page 65 - 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...
Page 154 - 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. Then swift his haggard brow he turn'd To the fair child, who fearless sat, Though never yet hath daybeam burn'd Upon a brow more fierce than that...
Page xxxix - Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul, And lap it in Elysium; Scylla wept, And chid her barking waves into attention, And fell Charybdis...
Page 133 - PARADISE AND THE PERI. ONE morn a Peri at the gate Of Eden stood, disconsolate ; And as she listened to the Springs Of Life within, like music flowing, And caught the light upon her wings Through the half-open portal glowing, She wept to think her recreant race Should e'er have lost that glorious place !
Page 147 - 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 157 - Flew o'er the dark flood of his life, Nor found one sunny resting-place, Nor brought him back one branch of grace ?
Page 156 - Lisping th' eternal name of God From purity's own cherub mouth, And looking, while his hands and eyes Are lifted to the glowing skies, Like a stray babe of Paradise, Just lighted on that flowery plain, And seeking for its home again...
Page 139 - Downward the Peri turns her gaze, And through the war-field's bloody haze Beholds a youthful warrior stand Alone beside his native river. The red blade broken in his hand And the last arrow in his quiver. "Live," said the conqueror, "live to share The trophies and the crowns I bear!