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But none might see the worldly smile That lurked beneath her veil , the while :
Alla forbid ! for , who would wait Her blessing at the temple ' s gate , What holy
man would ever run To kiss the ground she knelt upon , If once , by luckless
chance ...
But none might see the worldly smile That lurked beneath her veil , the while :
Alla forbid ! for , who would wait Her blessing at the temple ' s gate , What holy
man would ever run To kiss the ground she knelt upon , If once , by luckless
chance ...
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I have not forgotten how great was my pleasure , when told by the late Sir James
Mackintosh , that he was once asked by Colonel W - s , the historian of British
India , “ whether it was true that Moore had never been in the East . ” “ Never ...
I have not forgotten how great was my pleasure , when told by the late Sir James
Mackintosh , that he was once asked by Colonel W - s , the historian of British
India , “ whether it was true that Moore had never been in the East . ” “ Never ...
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The Princess , who had once in her life seen a poet from behind the screens of
gauze in her Father ' s hall , and had conceived from that specimen no very
favorable ideas of the Caste , expected but little in this new exhibition to interest
her ...
The Princess , who had once in her life seen a poet from behind the screens of
gauze in her Father ' s hall , and had conceived from that specimen no very
favorable ideas of the Caste , expected but little in this new exhibition to interest
her ...
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Soon as he heard an Arm Divine was raised To right the nations , and beheld ,
emblazed On the white flag MOKANNA ' s host unfurled , Those words of
sunshine , “ Freedom to the World , " At once his faith , his sword , his soul
obeyed The ...
Soon as he heard an Arm Divine was raised To right the nations , and beheld ,
emblazed On the white flag MOKANNA ' s host unfurled , Those words of
sunshine , “ Freedom to the World , " At once his faith , his sword , his soul
obeyed The ...
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thou hast yet “ Some tasks to learn , some frailties to forget , " Ere the white war -
plume o ' er thy brow can wave ;“ But , once my own , mine all till in the grave ! "
The pomp is at an end - the crowds are gone — Each ear and heart still haunted
...
thou hast yet “ Some tasks to learn , some frailties to forget , " Ere the white war -
plume o ' er thy brow can wave ;“ But , once my own , mine all till in the grave ! "
The pomp is at an end - the crowds are gone — Each ear and heart still haunted
...
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angels appeared arms beautiful beneath bird blessed bliss blood bowers breath bright brow called charm dark dead dear death deep delight dread dream earth ev'n eyes fair fall fear feel fire flame flowers gardens give glory gold golden half hand hath head heard heart heaven holy hope hour Indian King Lake LALLA Rookh land leaves light lips live look lost maid morn mountain never night o'er once passed Peri Persian poet pure rich rocks roses round ruined seemed seen shining side sigh slave sleep smile soul sound spirit star stood story sweet sword tears thee thine thing thou thought throne tree turned twas veil voice wandering warm wave wild wind wings young youth
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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...
Бібліографічна інформація
| Назва | Lalla Rookh: An Oriental Romance Cabinet Library of choice prose and poetry. Lalla Rookh |
| Автор | Thomas Moore |
| Видавець | C.S. Francis, 1845 |
| Оригінал із | Мічиганський університет |
| Оцифровано | 25 трав. 2007 |
| Обсяг | 278 стор. |
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