Lalla Rookh: An Oriental RomanceFrederick A. Stokes Company, 1890 - 379 страница |
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... deep interest in my whole task took possession of me . The cause of toler- ance was again my inspiring theme ; and the spirit that had spoken in the melodies of Ireland soon found itself at home in the East . Having thus laid open the ...
... deep interest in my whole task took possession of me . The cause of toler- ance was again my inspiring theme ; and the spirit that had spoken in the melodies of Ireland soon found itself at home in the East . Having thus laid open the ...
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... deep voice , which thrilled like ALLA's own ! The Young all dazzled by the plumes and lances , The glittering throne , and Haram's half - caught glances ; The Old deep pondering on the promised reign Of peace. " YOUNG WARRIOR , WELCOME ...
... deep voice , which thrilled like ALLA's own ! The Young all dazzled by the plumes and lances , The glittering throne , and Haram's half - caught glances ; The Old deep pondering on the promised reign Of peace. " YOUNG WARRIOR , WELCOME ...
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An Oriental Romance Thomas Moore. The Old deep pondering on the promised reign Of peace and truth ; and all the female train Ready to risk their eyes , could they but gaze A moment on that brow's miraculous blaze ! But there was one ...
An Oriental Romance Thomas Moore. The Old deep pondering on the promised reign Of peace and truth ; and all the female train Ready to risk their eyes , could they but gaze A moment on that brow's miraculous blaze ! But there was one ...
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... in Heaven's eternal dome , Of some brave youth - ha ! durst they say " of some ? " No - of the one , one only object traced In her heart's core too deep to be effaced ; The one whose memory , fresh as life , is. 52 Lalla Rookh .
... in Heaven's eternal dome , Of some brave youth - ha ! durst they say " of some ? " No - of the one , one only object traced In her heart's core too deep to be effaced ; The one whose memory , fresh as life , is. 52 Lalla Rookh .
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... deep her soul had gone In shame and falsehood since those moments shone ; And , then , her oath - there madness lay again , And , shuddering , back she sunk into her chain Of mental darkness , as if blessed to flee From light , whose ...
... deep her soul had gone In shame and falsehood since those moments shone ; And , then , her oath - there madness lay again , And , shuddering , back she sunk into her chain Of mental darkness , as if blessed to flee From light , whose ...
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angel Arab AZIM bark beautiful beneath bird blessed bliss blood bowers breath bright brow burning Caliph called Cashmere charm cheek dark dead dear death deep Delhi dread e'er earth ev'n eyes FADLADEEN falchion FERAMORZ Ferdosi fire flame Genii Ghebers glittering glory gold golden HAFED Haram hath heart Heaven holy hour hyæna Indian IRAN'S Khorassan King Koran la Péri Lake LALLA ROOKH Libanus light lips live look lover lute maid MOKANNA moonlight Moslem mountain Naphtha never night NOURMAHAL nymph o'er once Paradise PERI Persian poet Princess pure round shade sherbets shining Shiraz shone sigh skies slave sleep smile soul sound sparkling spirit star stood sweet sword Tahmuras tears thee thine thou throne Tibet To-morrow the dreams towers tree Twas twine our braid veil wandering warm wave wild Wild warriors William Ouseley wind wings wretch young youth ZELICA Zoroaster
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