Lalla Rookh: An Oriental RomanceLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1817 - 405 pages The daughter of the Mughal emperor is engaged to the young king of Bactria. She goes to meet him, but falls in love with a poet she meets on the way. As Lalla Rookh enters the palace of her bridegroom she is delighted to find that the poet of her affection was none other than the prince to whom she was engaged. |
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Page 89
... Rock , On their light mountain steeds , of royal stock : ' Then , Chieftains of DAMASCUs , proud to see The flashing of their swords ' rich marquetry ; Men , from the regions near the VOLGA's mouth , Mix'd with the rude , black archers ...
... Rock , On their light mountain steeds , of royal stock : ' Then , Chieftains of DAMASCUs , proud to see The flashing of their swords ' rich marquetry ; Men , from the regions near the VOLGA's mouth , Mix'd with the rude , black archers ...
Page 91
... rock , their camp the torrent's bed . But none , of all who own'd the Chief's command , Rush'd to that battle - field with bolder hand , Or sterner hate than IRAN's outlaw'd men , Her Worshippers of Fire — all panting then - For ...
... rock , their camp the torrent's bed . But none , of all who own'd the Chief's command , Rush'd to that battle - field with bolder hand , Or sterner hate than IRAN's outlaw'd men , Her Worshippers of Fire — all panting then - For ...
Page 95
... rocks , And , to the last , devouring on his way , Bloodies the stream he hath not power to stay ! 66 Alla illa Alla ! " . the glad shout renew 6 “ Alla Akbar ! ” — the Caliph's in MEROU . Hang out your gilded tapestry in the streets ...
... rocks , And , to the last , devouring on his way , Bloodies the stream he hath not power to stay ! 66 Alla illa Alla ! " . the glad shout renew 6 “ Alla Akbar ! ” — the Caliph's in MEROU . Hang out your gilded tapestry in the streets ...
Page 137
... rocks and amber beds ; Whose mountains , pregnant by the beam Of the warm sun , with diamonds teem ; Whose rivulets are like rich brides , Lovely , with gold beneath their tides ; Whose sandal groves and bowers of spice Might be a ...
... rocks and amber beds ; Whose mountains , pregnant by the beam Of the warm sun , with diamonds teem ; Whose rivulets are like rich brides , Lovely , with gold beneath their tides ; Whose sandal groves and bowers of spice Might be a ...
Page 152
... rocks , With their rich restless wings , that gleam Variously in the crimson beam Of the warm west , - as if inlaid With brilliants from the mine , or made Of tearless rainbows , such as span The ' unclouded skies of PERISTAN ! And then ...
... rocks , With their rich restless wings , that gleam Variously in the crimson beam Of the warm west , - as if inlaid With brilliants from the mine , or made Of tearless rainbows , such as span The ' unclouded skies of PERISTAN ! And then ...
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angels Arab beautiful beneath bird blest bliss blood bowers breath breath'd bright brow 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 gleam glory gold golden Greek fire HAFED Haram hath heart heaven holy hour hung hyæna India 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 seem'd shade 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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Page 295 - 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 157 - There was a time," he said in mild, Heart-humbled tones — " thou blessed child! " When young and haply pure as thou,
Page 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.
Page 154 - 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...
Page 63 - 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 159 - While the same sunbeam shines upon The guilty and the guiltless one, And hymns of joy proclaim through Heaven The triumph of a Soul Forgiven...
Page 151 - 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.
Page 155 - 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 188 - Oh ! ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay ; I never loved a tree or flower, But '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...
Page 333 - When first on me they breathed and shone ; New, as if brought from other spheres, Yet welcome as if loved for years ! Then fly with me, — if thou hast known No other flame, nor falsely thrown A gem away, that thou hadst sworn Should ever in thy heart be worn. Come, if the love thou hast for me Is pure and fresh as mine for thee, — Fresh as the fountain under ground. When first 'tis by the lapwing...