Lalla Rookh: An Oriental RomanceLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1817 - 405 страница 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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... maids of honour , whom the young King had sent to accompany his bride , and who rode on each side of the litter , upon small Arabian horses ; - all was brilliant , tasteful , and magnificent , and pleased even the critical and ...
... maids of honour , whom the young King had sent to accompany his bride , and who rode on each side of the litter , upon small Arabian horses ; - all was brilliant , tasteful , and magnificent , and pleased even the critical and ...
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... maids of the West used to listen to by moonlight in the gardens of the Alhambra - and , having premised , with much humility , that the story he was about to relate was founded on the adventures of that Veiled Prophet of Khorassan , who ...
... maids of the West used to listen to by moonlight in the gardens of the Alhambra - and , having premised , with much humility , that the story he was about to relate was founded on the adventures of that Veiled Prophet of Khorassan , who ...
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... maids , And crown the ' Elect with bliss that never fades ! Well hath the Prophet - Chief his bidding done ; And every beautecus race beneath the sun , - From those who kneel at BRAHMA's burning founts , " To the fresh nymphs bounding o ...
... maids , And crown the ' Elect with bliss that never fades ! Well hath the Prophet - Chief his bidding done ; And every beautecus race beneath the sun , - From those who kneel at BRAHMA's burning founts , " To the fresh nymphs bounding o ...
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... maids Who blush'd behind the gallery's silken shades , One , to whose soul the pageant of to - day Has been like death ; - you saw her pale dismay , Ye wondering sisterhood , and heard the burst Of exclamation from her lips , when first ...
... maids Who blush'd behind the gallery's silken shades , One , to whose soul the pageant of to - day Has been like death ; - you saw her pale dismay , Ye wondering sisterhood , and heard the burst Of exclamation from her lips , when first ...
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... , 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 , her sanguine spirit rose 22 LALLA ROOKH ,
... , 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 , her sanguine spirit rose 22 LALLA ROOKH ,
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angels Arab 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 delightful 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 seem'd shade shining SHIRAZ shone sigh skies slave sleep smile soul sound sparkling spirit star stood sunk sweet sword Tahmuras tears thee thine thou throne Tibet Transoxiania tree turn'd twas veil voice warm wave Waved plates wild wings wretch young youth ZELICA
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