The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore: Lalla RookhLongman, Orme, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1841 |
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... broke her heart ! Such was the mood in which that mission found Young ZELICA , - that mission , which around The Eastern world , in every region blest With woman's smile , sought out its loveliest , To grace that galaxy of lips and eyes ...
... broke her heart ! Such was the mood in which that mission found Young ZELICA , - that mission , which around The Eastern world , in every region blest With woman's smile , sought out its loveliest , To grace that galaxy of lips and eyes ...
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... glimpses of the Heav'n her heart had lost ; In every glance there broke , without controul , The flashes of a bright , but troubled soul , Where sensibility still wildly play'd , Like lightning , round VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN . 39.
... glimpses of the Heav'n her heart had lost ; In every glance there broke , without controul , The flashes of a bright , but troubled soul , Where sensibility still wildly play'd , Like lightning , round VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN . 39.
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... broke From EBLIS at the Fall of Man , he spoke : " Yes , ye vile race , for hell's amusement given , " Too mean for earth , yet claiming kin with heaven ; " God's images , forsooth ! - such gods as he " Whom INDIA serves , the monkey ...
... broke From EBLIS at the Fall of Man , he spoke : " Yes , ye vile race , for hell's amusement given , " Too mean for earth , yet claiming kin with heaven ; " God's images , forsooth ! - such gods as he " Whom INDIA serves , the monkey ...
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... broke from some one nigh— Whose could it be ? - alas is misery found Here , even here , on this enchanted ground ? He turns , and sees a female form , close veil'd , Leaning , as if both heart and strength had fail'd , Against a pillar ...
... broke from some one nigh— Whose could it be ? - alas is misery found Here , even here , on this enchanted ground ? He turns , and sees a female form , close veil'd , Leaning , as if both heart and strength had fail'd , Against a pillar ...
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... broke away from his embrace , And , hiding with both hands her guilty face , Said , in a tone whose anguish would have riven A heart of very marble , " Pure ! —oh Heaven ! " - That tone those looks so chang'd - the wither- - ing blight ...
... broke away from his embrace , And , hiding with both hands her guilty face , Said , in a tone whose anguish would have riven A heart of very marble , " Pure ! —oh Heaven ! " - That tone those looks so chang'd - the wither- - ing blight ...
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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...