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... it lov'd to live or fear'd to die ; - Lorn as the hung - up lute , that ne'er hath spoken Since the sad day its master - chord was broken ! Fond maid , the sorrow of her soul was such THE VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN . 29.
... it lov'd to live or fear'd to die ; - Lorn as the hung - up lute , that ne'er hath spoken Since the sad day its master - chord was broken ! Fond maid , the sorrow of her soul was such THE VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN . 29.
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... live , the wanton of a fiend ! to be " The pander of his guilt — oh infamy ! " And sunk , myself , as low as hell can steep " In its hot flood , drag others down as deep ! " Others - ha ! yes - that youth who came to - day- " Not him I ...
... live , the wanton of a fiend ! to be " The pander of his guilt — oh infamy ! " And sunk , myself , as low as hell can steep " In its hot flood , drag others down as deep ! " Others - ha ! yes - that youth who came to - day- " Not him I ...
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... proverb is , that to live happy a man must have a wife of Yezd , eat the bread of Yezdecas , and drink the wine of Shiraz . ” - Tavernier . Which , once or twice , she touch'd with hurried THE VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN . 73.
... proverb is , that to live happy a man must have a wife of Yezd , eat the bread of Yezdecas , and drink the wine of Shiraz . ” - Tavernier . Which , once or twice , she touch'd with hurried THE VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN . 73.
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... after them in play , Two lightsome maidens spring , -lightsome as they Who live in the ' air on odours , and around The bright saloon , scarce conscious of the ground , Chase one another , in a varying dance Of mirth 76 LALLA ROOKH .
... after them in play , Two lightsome maidens spring , -lightsome as they Who live in the ' air on odours , and around The bright saloon , scarce conscious of the ground , Chase one another , in a varying dance Of mirth 76 LALLA ROOKH .
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... live in thy dear sight , " And drink from those pure eyes eternal light . " Think , think how lost , how madden'd I must be , " To hope that guilt could lead to God or thee ! " Thou weep'st for me - do weep - oh , that I durst " Kiss ...
... live in thy dear sight , " And drink from those pure eyes eternal light . " Think , think how lost , how madden'd I must be , " To hope that guilt could lead to God or thee ! " Thou weep'st for me - do weep - oh , that I durst " Kiss ...
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Сторінка 377 - Oh! think what the kiss and the smile must be worth When the sigh and the tear are so perfect in bliss, And own if there be- an Elysium on earth, It is this, it is this. Here sparkles the nectar, that, hallow'd by love, Could draw down those angels of old from their sphere,
Сторінка 257 - Comes o'er the councils of the brave, And blasts them in their hour of might ! May Life's unblessed cup for him Be drugg'd with treach'ries to the brim,— With hopes, that but allure to fly, With joys, that vanish while he sips, Like Dead Sea fruit:?, that tempt the eye, But turn to ashes on the lips!
Сторінка 377 - forth, What Spirit the sweets of his Eden would miss ? For, oh! if there be an Elysium on earth, It is this, it is this. The Georgian's song was scarcely mute, When the same measure, sound for sound, Was caught up by another lute, And
Сторінка 167 - Poor race of men!" 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!" She wept — the air grew pure and clear Around her, as the bright drops ran; For there's a magic in each tear Such kindly Spirits weep for man
Сторінка 156 - And, as he nearer drew and listen'd To her sad song, a tear-drop glisten'd Within his eyelids, like the spray From Eden's fountain, when it lies On the blue flow'r, which — Bramins say — Blooms nowhere but in Paradise. * " Nymph of a fair but erring line!" Gently he said—" One hope is thine. " 'Tis written in the Book of Fate,
Сторінка 212 - down thy arms of snow, As if to lift him from below! Like her to whom, at dead of night, The bridegroom, with his locks of light, * Came, in the flush of love and pride, And scal'd the terrace of his bride; — When, as she saw him rashly spring, And midway up in danger cling,
Сторінка 68 - her sword, when she would dare " Immortal deeds; but in the bracing air " Of toil,—of temperance,—of that high, rare, " Ethereal virtue, which alone can breathe " Life, health, and lustre into Freedom's wreath. " Who, that surveys this span of earth we press, — " This speck of life in time's great wilderness, " This narrow isthmus 'twixt two boundless seas,
Сторінка 164 - Of that Egyptian tide — whose birth Is hidden from the sons of earth Deep in those solitary woods, Where oft the Genii of the Floods Dance round the cradle of their Nile, And hail the new-born Giant's smile. * Thence over EGYPT'S palmy groves, Her grots, and sepulchres of Kings, f The
Сторінка 125 - Literary History of the Middle Ages. * The Greek fire, which was occasionally lent by the emperors to their allies. " It was," says Gibbon, " either launched in redhot balls of stone and iron, or darted in arrows and javelins, twisted round with flax and tow, which had deeply imbibed the inflammable oil.
Сторінка 365 - by me, Can as downy soft and as yielding be As his own white plume, that high amid death Through the field has shone—yet moves with a breath! And, oh, how the eyes of Beauty glisten, When Music has rcach'd her inward soul, Like the silent stars, that wink and listen While Heaven's eternal melodies roll.