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... Heaven hath plac'd you there ? Or that the loves of this light world could bind , In their gross chain , your Prophet's soaring mind ? No - wrongful thought ! -commission'd from above To people Eden's bowers with shapes of love ...
... Heaven hath plac'd you there ? Or that the loves of this light world could bind , In their gross chain , your Prophet's soaring mind ? No - wrongful thought ! -commission'd from above To people Eden's bowers with shapes of love ...
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... Heaven ! But why this pageant now ? this arm'd array y ? What triumph crowds the rich Divan to - day With turban'd heads , of every hue and race , Bowing before that veil'd and awful face , Like tulip - beds ‡ , of different shape and ...
... Heaven ! But why this pageant now ? this arm'd array y ? What triumph crowds the rich Divan to - day With turban'd heads , of every hue and race , Bowing before that veil'd and awful face , Like tulip - beds ‡ , of different shape and ...
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... heaven ; a sudden wind In the ' open banners play'd , and from behind . Those Persian hangings , that but ill could screen The Haram's loveliness , white hands were seen Waving embroider'd scarves , whose motion gave A perfume forth ...
... heaven ; a sudden wind In the ' open banners play'd , and from behind . Those Persian hangings , that but ill could screen The Haram's loveliness , white hands were seen Waving embroider'd scarves , whose motion gave A perfume forth ...
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... heaven , except the guiding one ! Again she smil'd , nay , much and brightly smil'd , But ' twas a lustre , strange , unreal , wild ; And when she sung to her lute's touching strain , ' Twas like the notes , half ecstasy , half pain ...
... heaven , except the guiding one ! Again she smil'd , nay , much and brightly smil'd , But ' twas a lustre , strange , unreal , wild ; And when she sung to her lute's touching strain , ' Twas like the notes , half ecstasy , half pain ...
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... heaven's eternal dome , Of some brave youth - ha ! durst they say No - of the one , one only object trac'd " of some ? " In her heart's core too deep to be effac'd ; The one whose memory , fresh as life , is twin'd With every broken ...
... heaven's eternal dome , Of some brave youth - ha ! durst they say No - of the one , one only object trac'd " of some ? " In her heart's core too deep to be effac'd ; The one whose memory , fresh as life , is twin'd With every broken ...
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