Lalla Rookh: An Oriental RomanceFrederick A. Stokes Company, 1890 - 379 pages |
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... hours , which were devoted neither to the pillow nor the palankeen . There was a little Persian slave who sung sweetly to the Vina , and who , now and then , lulled the Princess to sleep with the ancient ditties of her country , about ...
... hours , which were devoted neither to the pillow nor the palankeen . There was a little Persian slave who sung sweetly to the Vina , and who , now and then , lulled the Princess to sleep with the ancient ditties of her country , about ...
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... with Chrishna , who continues to this hour the darling God of the Indian women . " - Sir W. Jones , on the Gods of Greece , Italy , and India . covering that the cloth , which encircled his high Tartarian Lalla Rookh . 33.
... with Chrishna , who continues to this hour the darling God of the Indian women . " - Sir W. Jones , on the Gods of Greece , Italy , and India . covering that the cloth , which encircled his high Tartarian Lalla Rookh . 33.
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... hour ? Not such the pageant now , though not less proud Yon warrior youth , advancing from the crowd , With silver bow , with belt of broidered crape , And fur - bound bonnet of Bucharian shape , § * The burning fountains of Brahma near ...
... hour ? Not such the pageant now , though not less proud Yon warrior youth , advancing from the crowd , With silver bow , with belt of broidered crape , And fur - bound bonnet of Bucharian shape , § * The burning fountains of Brahma near ...
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... hour ; . 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 , sending back sweet music , fraught ...
... hour ; . 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 , sending back sweet music , fraught ...
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... hour , entirely , wildly given To him and she believed , lost maid ! -to Heaven ; Her brain , her heart , her passions all inflamed , How proud she stood , when in full Haram named The Priestess of the Faith ! -how flashed her eyes With ...
... hour , entirely , wildly given To him and she believed , lost maid ! -to Heaven ; Her brain , her heart , her passions all inflamed , How proud she stood , when in full Haram named The Priestess of the Faith ! -how flashed her eyes With ...
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angel Arab AZIM bark beautiful beneath bird blessed bliss blood bowers breath bright brow burning Caliph called Cashmere charm cheek dark dead dear death deep Delhi dread e'er earth ev'n eyes FADLADEEN falchion FERAMORZ Ferdosi fire flame Genii Ghebers glittering glory gold golden HAFED Haram hath heart Heaven holy hour hyæna Indian IRAN'S Khorassan King Koran la Péri Lake LALLA ROOKH Libanus light lips live look lover lute maid MOKANNA moonlight Moslem mountain Naphtha never night NOURMAHAL nymph o'er once Paradise PERI Persian poet Princess pure round shade sherbets shining Shiraz shone sigh skies slave sleep smile soul sound sparkling spirit star stood sweet sword Tahmuras tears thee thine thou throne Tibet To-morrow the dreams towers tree Twas twine our braid veil wandering warm wave wild Wild warriors William Ouseley wind wings wretch young youth ZELICA Zoroaster
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Page 166 - Nymph of a fair, but erring line ! " Gently he said — "One hope is thine. Tis written in the Book of Fate, The Peri yet may be forgiven Who brings to this Eternal Gate The Gift that is most dear to Heaven ! Go, seek it, and redeem thy sin— 'Tis sweet to let the Pardon'd in ! " Rapidly as comets run To th...
Page 185 - Soften'd his spirit) look'd and lay, Watching the rosy infant's play : — Though still, whene'er his eye by chance Fell on the boy's, its lurid glance Met that unclouded, joyous gaze, As torches, that have burnt all night Through some impure and godless rite, Encounter morning's glorious rays. But, hark ! the vesper call to prayer, As slow the orb of daylight sets, Is rising sweetly on the air, From SYRIA'S thousand minarets...
Page 91 - 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 174 - No voice, well known through many a day, To speak the last, the parting word, Which, when all other sounds decay, Is still like distant music heard. That tender farewell on the shore Of this rude world, when all is o'er, Which cheers the spirit, ere its bark Puts off into the unknown dark.
Page 215 - 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 ! Now too— the joy most like divine Of all I ever dreamt or knew, To see thee, hear thee, call thee mine,— Oh, misery ! must I lose that too ? Yet go — on peril's brink we meet ; — Those frightful rocks — that treacherous sea — No, never come again — though sweet, Though heaven, it may be death to thee.
Page 214 - Were wafted off to seas unknown, Where not a pulse should beat but ours, And we might live, love, die alone ! Far from the cruel and the cold, — Where the bright eyes of angels only Should come around us, to behold A paradise so pure and lonely. Would this be world enough for thee...
Page 167 - The fig-tree, not that kind for fruit renown'd, But such as, at this day, to Indians known, In Malabar or Decan spreads her arms, Branching so broad and long, that in the ground The bended twigs take root, and daughters grow About the mother tree, a pillar'd shade, High overarch'd, and echoing walks between...
Page 169 - Oh ! if there be, on this earthly sphere, " A boon, an offering Heaven holds dear, ' 'Tis the last libation Liberty draws " From the heart that bleeds and breaks in her cause...
Page 298 - Oh ! fair as the sea-flower close to thee growing, How light was thy heart till Love's witchery came, Like the wind of the south...
Page 343 - There's a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has told, When two, that are link'd in one heavenly tie, With heart never changing, and brow never cold, Love on through all ills, and love on till they die!