Lalla Rookh: An Oriental RomanceLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1817 - 405 стор. The daughter of the Mughal emperor is engaged to the young king of Bactria. She goes to meet him, but falls in love with a poet she meets on the way. As Lalla Rookh enters the palace of her bridegroom she is delighted to find that the poet of her affection was none other than the prince to whom she was engaged. |
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... 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 , Ev'n reason sunk blighted beneath its touch ; And though , ere long ...
... 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 , Ev'n reason sunk blighted beneath its touch ; And though , ere long ...
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... fear or check , " Luxuriating in hate , avenge my shame , " My deep - felt , long - nurst loathing of man's name ! " Soon , at the head of myriads , blind and fierce " As hooded falcons , through the universe - 3 The miraculous well at ...
... fear or check , " Luxuriating in hate , avenge my shame , " My deep - felt , long - nurst loathing of man's name ! " Soon , at the head of myriads , blind and fierce " As hooded falcons , through the universe - 3 The miraculous well at ...
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... fear than one who dwells Beneath the tropics knows of icicles ! - But , in those dismal words that reach'd his ear , lost soul ! " there was a sound so drear , ❝ Oh my So like that voice , among the sinful dead , In which the legend o ...
... fear than one who dwells Beneath the tropics knows of icicles ! - But , in those dismal words that reach'd his ear , lost soul ! " there was a sound so drear , ❝ Oh my So like that voice , among the sinful dead , In which the legend o ...
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... fear , hath thoughts too stern for love , " Too rul'd by that cold enemy of bliss " The world calls virtue we must conquer this ; 66 Nay , shrink not , pretty sage ; ' tis not for thee " To scan the mazes of Heav'n's mystery . " The ...
... fear , hath thoughts too stern for love , " Too rul'd by that cold enemy of bliss " The world calls virtue we must conquer this ; 66 Nay , shrink not , pretty sage ; ' tis not for thee " To scan the mazes of Heav'n's mystery . " The ...
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... fear , And , like a half - tam'd antelope , more near , Though shrinking still , she came ; then sat her down 8 Upon a musnud's edge , and , bolder grown , In the pathetic mode of ISFAHAN 9 Touch'd a preluding strain , and thus began ...
... fear , And , like a half - tam'd antelope , more near , Though shrinking still , she came ; then sat her down 8 Upon a musnud's edge , and , bolder grown , In the pathetic mode of ISFAHAN 9 Touch'd a preluding strain , and thus began ...
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angels Arab AZIM beautiful beneath bird blest bliss blood bowers breath breath'd bright brow burning Caliph called Cashmere charm cheek D'Herbelot dark dead dear death deep Delhi dread dream e'er earth ev'n eyes FADLADEEN falchion FERAMORZ Ferdosi Ferishta fire flame flowers gardens GAZNA Ghebers gleam glory gold golden Greek fire HAFED Haram hath heart heaven holy hour hung hyæna India IRAN's Khorassan King Koran Lake LALLA ROOKH light lips look look'd lov'd lover lute maid MOKANNA moonlight Moslem mountain Naptha never night NOURMAHAL o'er PERI Persian Princess pure round Scott Waring seem'd shade sherbets shining SHIRAZ shone sigh skies slave sleep smile soul sound sparkling spirit star stood sunk sweet sword tears thee thine thou throne Tibet Transoxiania tree turn'd twas veil warm wave Waved plates wild wings wretch young youth ZELICA
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