Lalla RookhMilner and Sowerby, 1817 - 184 страница Written on the rectos (with some additions on the versos) of 118 p., with corrections and revisions by the author throughout. |
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... bright palaces and groves ; -- There on that throne , to which the blind belief Of millions rais'd him , sat the Prophet - Chief , 1 Khorassan signifies , in the old Persian language , Province , or Region of the Sun. -Sir W. Jones . 2 ...
... bright palaces and groves ; -- There on that throne , to which the blind belief Of millions rais'd him , sat the Prophet - Chief , 1 Khorassan signifies , in the old Persian language , Province , or Region of the Sun. -Sir W. Jones . 2 ...
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... bright , that the same lips and eyes They wear on earth will serve in Paradise ) There to recline among Heav'n's native maids , And crown the ' Elect with bliss that never fades !. Well hath the Prophet - Chief his bidding done ; And ...
... bright , that the same lips and eyes They wear on earth will serve in Paradise ) There to recline among Heav'n's native maids , And crown the ' Elect with bliss that never fades !. Well hath the Prophet - Chief his bidding done ; And ...
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... bright river that , from fall to fall " In many a maze descending , bright through all , " Finds some fair region where , each labyrinth past , “ In one full lake of light it rests at last ! ) " That Holy Spirit , settling calm and free ...
... bright river that , from fall to fall " In many a maze descending , bright through all , " Finds some fair region where , each labyrinth past , “ In one full lake of light it rests at last ! ) " That Holy Spirit , settling calm and free ...
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... bright for thee ; No- dread , unlook'd for , like a visitant : - From the ' other world , he comes as if to haunt Thy guilty soul with dreams of lost delight , Long lost to all but memory's aching sight : Sad dreams ! as when the Spirit ...
... bright for thee ; No- dread , unlook'd for , like a visitant : - From the ' other world , he comes as if to haunt Thy guilty soul with dreams of lost delight , Long lost to all but memory's aching sight : Sad dreams ! as when the Spirit ...
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... bright river born , The flowers , that hung above its wave at morn , Bless'd not the waters , as they murmur'd by , With holier scent and lustre , than the sigh And virgin glance of first affection cast Upon their youth's smooth current ...
... bright river born , The flowers , that hung above its wave at morn , Bless'd not the waters , as they murmur'd by , With holier scent and lustre , than the sigh And virgin glance of first affection cast Upon their youth's smooth current ...
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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 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 Indian 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 thought throne Tibet towers Transoxiania tree turn'd twas veil warm wave Waved plates wild wings wretch young youth ZELICA
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