Lalla Rookh: An Oriental RomanceFrederick A. Stokes Company, 1890 - 379 pages |
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... sound of which they dance before the King . The Arabian prin- cesses wear golden rings on their fingers , to which little bells are suspended , as well as in the flowing tresses of their hair , that their superior rank may be known ...
... sound of which they dance before the King . The Arabian prin- cesses wear golden rings on their fingers , to which little bells are suspended , as well as in the flowing tresses of their hair , that their superior rank may be known ...
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... sounds of dread Fell withering on her soul , " AZIM is dead ! " O Grief , beyond all other griefs , when fate First leaves the young heart lone and desolate In the wide world , without that only tie For which it loved to live or feared ...
... sounds of dread Fell withering on her soul , " AZIM is dead ! " O Grief , beyond all other griefs , when fate First leaves the young heart lone and desolate In the wide world , without that only tie For which it loved to live or feared ...
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... brilliant banquet , where the sound Of poesy and music breathed around , Together picturing to her mind and ear The glories of that Heaven , her destined sphere , Where all was pure , where every stain that lay 54 Lalla Rookh .
... brilliant banquet , where the sound Of poesy and music breathed around , Together picturing to her mind and ear The glories of that Heaven , her destined sphere , Where all was pure , where every stain that lay 54 Lalla Rookh .
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... sound ones too , 66 66 ' Seen , heard , attested , every thing , —but true . ' Your preaching zealots , too inspired to seek “ One grace of meaning for the things they speak ; * A kind of lantern formerly used by robbers , called the ...
... sound ones too , 66 66 ' Seen , heard , attested , every thing , —but true . ' Your preaching zealots , too inspired to seek “ One grace of meaning for the things they speak ; * A kind of lantern formerly used by robbers , called the ...
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... sound SO drear , So like that voice , among the sinful dead , In which the legend o'er Hell's Gate is read , That , new as ' twas from her , whom nought could dim Or sink till now , it startled even him . " Ha , my fair Priestess ...
... sound SO drear , So like that voice , among the sinful dead , In which the legend o'er Hell's Gate is read , That , new as ' twas from her , whom nought could dim Or sink till now , it startled even him . " Ha , my fair Priestess ...
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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!