The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore: Lalla RookhLongman, Orme, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1841 |
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... bird , With which , from time to time , she stirr'd The fragrant air , and coolly fann'd The baby's brow , or brush'd away The butterflies that , bright and blue As on the mountains of Malay , Around the sleeping infant flew . And now ...
... bird , With which , from time to time , she stirr'd The fragrant air , and coolly fann'd The baby's brow , or brush'd away The butterflies that , bright and blue As on the mountains of Malay , Around the sleeping infant flew . And now ...
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... bird is found only in Cashmere , and the feathers are carefully collected for the King , who bestows them on his nobles . " . · Elphinstone's Account of Caubul . " Khedar Khan , the Khakan , or King of Turquestan be- yond the Gihon ( at ...
... bird is found only in Cashmere , and the feathers are carefully collected for the King , who bestows them on his nobles . " . · Elphinstone's Account of Caubul . " Khedar Khan , the Khakan , or King of Turquestan be- yond the Gihon ( at ...
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... birds that fan The flying throne of star - taught SOLIMAN . * Then thus he spoke : 66 frame 66 - Stranger , though new the Thy soul inhabits now , I've track'd its flame - * This wonderful Throne was called The Star of the Genii . For a ...
... birds that fan The flying throne of star - taught SOLIMAN . * Then thus he spoke : 66 frame 66 - Stranger , though new the Thy soul inhabits now , I've track'd its flame - * This wonderful Throne was called The Star of the Genii . For a ...
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... bird wings away : Lips in whose rosy labyrinth , when she smil❜d , The soul was lost ; and blushes , swift and wild As are the momentary meteors sent Across the ' uncalm , but beauteous firmament . And then her look - oh ! where's the ...
... bird wings away : Lips in whose rosy labyrinth , when she smil❜d , The soul was lost ; and blushes , swift and wild As are the momentary meteors sent Across the ' uncalm , but beauteous firmament . And then her look - oh ! where's the ...
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... birds o'er the deep — " All shall combine their witching powers to steep 66 My convert's spirit in that softening trance , " From which to heav'n is but the next advance ; - " That glowing , yielding fusion of the breast , " On which ...
... birds o'er the deep — " All shall combine their witching powers to steep 66 My convert's spirit in that softening trance , " From which to heav'n is but the next advance ; - " That glowing , yielding fusion of the breast , " On which ...
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Page 218 - 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 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 ; Thus bright to my soul, as 'twas then to my eyes, Is that bower on the banks of the calm Bendemeer...
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 180 - 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 176 - 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 177 - 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 156 - Mid flowers that never shall fade or fall ; Though mine are the gardens of earth and sea, And the stars themselves have flowers for me. One blossom of Heaven outblooms them all ! " Though sunny the Lake of cool Cashmere, With its plane-tree Isle reflected clear, And sweetly the founts of that Valley fall ; Though bright are the waters of...
Page 169 - Some flow'rets of Eden ye still inherit, But the trail of the serpent is over them all!
Page 179 - 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 180 - Upon a brow more fierce than that, — Sullenly fierce — a mixture dire, Like thunder-clouds of gloom and fire, In which the Peri's eye could read Dark tales of many a ruthless deed ; The...