Lalla Rookh: An Oriental RomanceC.S. Francis, 1845 - 278 стор. |
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... dream that he , of whose unholy flame Thou wert too soon the victim , shining came From Paradise , to people its pure sphere With souls like thine , which he hath ruined here ! No had not reason's light totally set , - And left thee ...
... dream that he , of whose unholy flame Thou wert too soon the victim , shining came From Paradise , to people its pure sphere With souls like thine , which he hath ruined here ! No had not reason's light totally set , - And left thee ...
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... dream ; " Light of the Faith ! who twin'st religion's zeal " So close with love's , men know not which they feel , " Nor which to sigh for , in their trance of heart , " The heaven thou preachest or the heaven thou art ! " What should I ...
... dream ; " Light of the Faith ! who twin'st religion's zeal " So close with love's , men know not which they feel , " Nor which to sigh for , in their trance of heart , " The heaven thou preachest or the heaven thou art ! " What should I ...
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... dream Seemed all he said : nor could her mind , whose beam As yet was weak , penetrate half his scheme . But when , at length , he uttered , " Thou art she ! " All flashed at once , and shrieking piteously , " O , not for worlds ! " she ...
... dream Seemed all he said : nor could her mind , whose beam As yet was weak , penetrate half his scheme . But when , at length , he uttered , " Thou art she ! " All flashed at once , and shrieking piteously , " O , not for worlds ! " she ...
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... dream ; - All was too much for him , too full of bliss ; The heart could nothing feel , that felt not this ; Softened , he sunk upon a couch , and gave His soul up to sweet thoughts , like wave on wave Succeeding in smooth seas , when ...
... dream ; - All was too much for him , too full of bliss ; The heart could nothing feel , that felt not this ; Softened , he sunk upon a couch , and gave His soul up to sweet thoughts , like wave on wave Succeeding in smooth seas , when ...
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... dream - like harmonies , Each note of which but adds new , downy links To the soft chain in which his spirit sinks . He turns him toward the sound , and far away Through a long vista , sparkling with the play Of countless lamps , — like ...
... dream - like harmonies , Each note of which but adds new , downy links To the soft chain in which his spirit sinks . He turns him toward the sound , and far away Through a long vista , sparkling with the play Of countless lamps , — like ...
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angels Arab beautiful beneath bird blessed bliss blood bowers breath bright brow burning Caliph called Cashmere charm cheek D'Herbelot dark dead dear death deep Delhi delight dread dream e'er earth ev'n eyes FADLADEEN fairy falchion FERAMORZ Ferdosi Ferishta fierce fire flame flowers gardens Ghebers glory gold golden Greek fire HAFED Haram hath heart heaven holy hour hung hyæna Indian IRAN's Khorassan King Koran La Péri Lake LALLA ROOKH light lips live look lover lute maid MOKANNA moonlight Moslem mountain Naphtha never night NOURMAHAL o'er once passed PERI Persian poet Princess pure round ruined Scott Waring shining Shiraz shone sigh skies slave sleep smile song soul sound sparkling spirit star stood story sunk sweet sword Tahmuras tears thee thine thou thought throne Tibet tree twas Veil voice wandering warm wave wild wings wretch young youth ZELICA Zoroaster
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Сторінка 120 - Nymph of a fair but erring line ! " Gently he said — " one hope is thine. "Tis written in the Book of Fate, The Peri yet may be forgiven Who brings to this eternal gate The gift that is most dear to heaven ! Go seek it, and redeem thy sin, — 'Tis sweet to let the pardoned in.
Сторінка 67 - twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song. That bower and its music I never forget, But oft when alone, in the bloom of the year, I think — Is the nightingale singing there yet? Are the roses still bright by the calm BENDEMEER?
Сторінка 132 - 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.
Сторінка 120 - Go, wing thy flight from star to star, From world to luminous world, as far As the universe spreads its flaming wall; Take all the pleasures of all the spheres, And multiply each through endless years, One minute of heaven is worth them all...
Сторінка 247 - Alas ! — how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love ! Hearts that the world in vain had tried, And sorrow but more closely tied ; That stood the storm, when waves were rough, Yet in a sunny hour fall off, Like ships that have gone down at sea. When heaven was all tranquillity...
Сторінка 241 - Or to see it by moonlight, — when mellowly shines The light o'er its palaces, gardens, and shrines ; When the water-falls gleam, like a quick fall of stars, And the nightingale's hymn from the Isle of Chenars Is broken by laughs and light echoes of feet From the cool, shining walks where the young people meet.
Сторінка 159 - 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 ! Now too— the joy most like divine Of all I ever dreamt or knew, To see thee, hear thee, call thee mine,— Oh, misery ! must I lose that too ? Yet go — on peril's brink we meet ; — Those frightful rocks — that treacherous sea — No, never come again — though sweet, Though heaven, it may be death to thee.
Сторінка 122 - 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...
Сторінка 128 - Whose fruit and blossoms in the breeze Were wantoning together, free, Like age at play with infancy — Beneath that fresh and springing bower, Close by the Lake, she heard the moan Of one who, at this silent hour, Had thither stol'n to die alone. One who in life where'er he mov'd, Drew after him the hearts of many...
Сторінка 136 - Syria's thousand minarets! The boy has started from the bed Of flowers where he had laid his head, And down upon the fragrant sod Kneels with his forehead to the south, Lisping the...