The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore, Volume 6Longman, Orme, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1841 |
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Thomas Moore. Drawn by Geo Jones , RA Engraved by Fred Heath Countless eyes Peeping like stars through the blue evening skies . Looked laughing in , as if to mock the pair That sat so still and melancholy there Lalla Rookh . Veiled Prophet ...
Thomas Moore. Drawn by Geo Jones , RA Engraved by Fred Heath Countless eyes Peeping like stars through the blue evening skies . Looked laughing in , as if to mock the pair That sat so still and melancholy there Lalla Rookh . Veiled Prophet ...
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... eyes . The short discussion that then took place , between the two parties , may be comprised in a very few sentences . " I am of opinion , " said Mr. Perry , -enforcing his view of the case by arguments which it is not for me to cite ...
... eyes . The short discussion that then took place , between the two parties , may be comprised in a very few sentences . " I am of opinion , " said Mr. Perry , -enforcing his view of the case by arguments which it is not for me to cite ...
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... eyes Among the flowers on which he lies . * Within the boat a baby slept , Like a young pearl within its shell ; While one , who seem'd of riper years , But not of earth , or earth - like spheres , Her watch beside the slumberer kept ...
... eyes Among the flowers on which he lies . * Within the boat a baby slept , Like a young pearl within its shell ; While one , who seem'd of riper years , But not of earth , or earth - like spheres , Her watch beside the slumberer kept ...
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... eyes of a baby born of man . On flowers of earth her feet must tread ; So hither my light - wing'd bark hath brought her ; Stranger , spread Thy leafiest bed , To rest the wandering Peri's daughter . In another of these inchoate ...
... eyes of a baby born of man . On flowers of earth her feet must tread ; So hither my light - wing'd bark hath brought her ; Stranger , spread Thy leafiest bed , To rest the wandering Peri's daughter . In another of these inchoate ...
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... eyes of the idol of Jaghernaut . † * This hypocritical Emperor would have made a worthy associate of certain Holy ... eyes . No goldsmith is suffered to enter the Pagoda , one having stole one of these eyes , being locked up all night ...
... eyes of the idol of Jaghernaut . † * This hypocritical Emperor would have made a worthy associate of certain Holy ... eyes . No goldsmith is suffered to enter the Pagoda , one having stole one of these eyes , being locked up all night ...
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angels AZIM beautiful beneath bird blest bliss blood bowers breath bride bright brow burning Caliph Cashmere charm cup of Jamshid D'Herbelot dark dead dear death deep Delhi dread dream e'er earth ev'n eyes FADLADEEN falchion FERAMORZ Ferdosi Ferishta fierce fire flame flowers GAZNA Ghebers glory Greek fire HAFED hand Haram hath heart heaven Holy hour hung hyænas Indian IRAN's Isles Khorassan Koran LALLA ROOKH light lips live look look'd lost lov'd lute maid MOKANNA moonlight Moslem mountain Naphtha never night nymph o'er once pale Paradise pass'd PERI Persian poet Princess pure round ruin'd says seem'd shining Shiraz shone sigh skies slave sleep smile soul sparkling spirit stars stood story sunk sweet sword Tahmuras tears thee thine thou throne Tibet tow'rd towers trees turn'd twas veil warrior wave weep wild wings wretch young youth ZELICA Zoroaster
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Page 78 - 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 168 - And now — behold him kneeling there By the child's side, in humble prayer, While the same sun-beam shines upon The guilty and the guiltless one, And hymns of joy proclaim through Heaven \ The triumph of a Soul Forgiven ! \ 'Twas when the golden orb had set, While on their knees they linger'd yet...
Page 78 - 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 209 - Rebellion ! foul, dishonouring word, Whose wrongful blight so oft has stain'd The holiest cause that tongue or sword Of mortal ever lost or gain'd. How many a spirit, born to bless, Hath sunk beneath that withering name, Whom but a day's, an hour's success Had wafted to eternal fame...
Page 153 - said the pitying Spirit, " Dearly ye pay for your primal fall, — Some flow'rets of Eden ye still inherit, But the trail of the Serpent is over them all...
Page 160 - 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 161 - Of ruin'd shrines, busy and bright, As they were all alive with light; — And, yet more splendid, numerous flocks Of pigeons, settling on the 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.
Page 145 - 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 162 - Banqueting through the flowery vales ;And JORDAN, those sweet banks of thine, And woods so full of nightingales ! But nought can charm the luckless PERI : Her soul is sad — her wings are weary — Joyless she sees the sun look down On that great temple, once his own, Whose lonely columns stand sublime, Flinging their shadows from on high, Like dials, which the wizard, Time, Had raised to count his ages by...
Page 118 - Th' impostor now, in grinning mockery, shows — "There, ye wise saints, behold your Light, your Star, — Ye would be dupes and victims, and ye are.