The Poetical WorksG.H. Derby, 1852 |
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... O'er his features hung The veil , the silver veil , which he had flung In mercy there , to hide from mortal sight His dazzling brow , till man could bear its light . For , far less luminous , his votaries said , Were ev'n the gleams ...
... O'er his features hung The veil , the silver veil , which he had flung In mercy there , to hide from mortal sight His dazzling brow , till man could bear its light . For , far less luminous , his votaries said , Were ev'n the gleams ...
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... O'er all its tufted heads his feathering snows . Between the porphyry pillars , that uphold The rich moresque - work of the roof of gold , Aloft the Haram's curtain'd galleries rise , Where , through the silken net - work , glancing ...
... O'er all its tufted heads his feathering snows . Between the porphyry pillars , that uphold The rich moresque - work of the roof of gold , Aloft the Haram's curtain'd galleries rise , Where , through the silken net - work , glancing ...
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... 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 by the tone Of that deep voice , which thrill'd like Alla's own ! The young all ...
... 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 by the tone Of that deep voice , which thrill'd like Alla's own ! The young all ...
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... o'er the yawning wave , But not to point the harbour which might save . Hours of delight and peace , long left behind , With that dear form came rushing o'er her mind ; But oh ! to think how deep her soul had gone In shame and falsehood ...
... o'er the yawning wave , But not to point the harbour which might save . Hours of delight and peace , long left behind , With that dear form came rushing o'er her mind ; But oh ! to think how deep her soul had gone In shame and falsehood ...
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... o'er Hell's Gate is read , That , new as ' twas from her , whom nought could dim Or sink till now , it startled even him . " Ha , my fair Priestess ! " - thus , with ready wile , Th ' Impostor turn'd to greet her " thou , whose smile ...
... o'er Hell's Gate is read , That , new as ' twas from her , whom nought could dim Or sink till now , it startled even him . " Ha , my fair Priestess ! " - thus , with ready wile , Th ' Impostor turn'd to greet her " thou , whose smile ...
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Anacreon angel Arab beam beautiful beneath bless blest bliss bloom bosom bowers breath breath'd breeze bright brow burning Caliph Cashmere charm cheek dark dear death divine dream e'er earth ev'n eyes Fadladeen fair falchion fancy fear feel Feramorz fire flame flowers friends Genii Ghebers glory glow gold Haram hast hath heart Heaven hope hour hung hyæna Iran Lahore Lalla Rookh light lips live look look'd lov'd lover lute lyre maid moonlight morning ne'er never night nymph o'er once pass'd Peri Persian poet pure roses round seem'd shade shed shine Shiraz sigh skies slave sleep smile song soul sparkling spirit star sunk sweet sword tears tears of wine tell thee thine THOMAS MOORE thou thought throne trembling turn'd Twas twill veil warm wave weep wild wing wretch young youth