Lalla Rookh: An Oriental RomanceC.S. Francis, 1845 - 278 стор. |
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... wave , whose fate - in bondage thrown For their weak loveliness is like her own ! On one side gleaming with a sudden grace Through water , brilliant as the crystal vase In which it undulates , small fishes shine , Like golden ingots ...
... wave , whose fate - in bondage thrown For their weak loveliness is like her own ! On one side gleaming with a sudden grace Through water , brilliant as the crystal vase In which it undulates , small fishes shine , Like golden ingots ...
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... wave on wave Succeeding in smooth seas , when storms are laid ; He thought of ZELICA , his own dear maid , And of the time when , full of blissful sighs , They sat and looked into each other's eyes , Silent and happy - as if God had ...
... wave on wave Succeeding in smooth seas , when storms are laid ; He thought of ZELICA , his own dear maid , And of the time when , full of blissful sighs , They sat and looked into each other's eyes , Silent and happy - as if God had ...
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... wave , But some blossoms were gathered , while freshly they shone , And a dew was distilled from their flowers , that gave All the fragrance of summer , when summer was gone . Thus memory draws from delight , ere it dies , An essence ...
... wave , But some blossoms were gathered , while freshly they shone , And a dew was distilled from their flowers , that gave All the fragrance of summer , when summer was gone . Thus memory draws from delight , ere it dies , An essence ...
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... wave , When they meet at night ; By the tear that shows When passion is nigh , As the rain - drop flows From the heat of the sky ; By the first love - beat Of the youthful heart , By the bliss to meet , And the pain to part ; - - which ...
... wave , When they meet at night ; By the tear that shows When passion is nigh , As the rain - drop flows From the heat of the sky ; By the first love - beat Of the youthful heart , By the bliss to meet , And the pain to part ; - - which ...
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... wave , beams out at last ! " Victory's our own ' tis written in that Book " Upon whose leaves none but the angels look , " That ISLAM's sceptre shall beneath the power " Of her great foe fall broken in that hour , " When the moon's ...
... wave , beams out at last ! " Victory's our own ' tis written in that Book " Upon whose leaves none but the angels look , " That ISLAM's sceptre shall beneath the power " Of her great foe fall broken in that hour , " When the moon's ...
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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...