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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... dear a death ! In hatred to the Caliph's hue of night , * Their vesture , helms and all , is snowy white ; 3 Moses . 4 Black was the colour adopted by the Caliphs of the House of Abbas , in their garments , turbans , and standards ...
... dear a death ! In hatred to the Caliph's hue of night , * Their vesture , helms and all , is snowy white ; 3 Moses . 4 Black was the colour adopted by the Caliphs of the House of Abbas , in their garments , turbans , and standards ...
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... dear land , Full of those dreams of good that , vainly grand , Haunt the young heart ; - proud views of human - kind , Of men to Gods exalted and refin'd ; · False views , like that horizon's fair deceit , Where earth and heav'n but ...
... dear land , Full of those dreams of good that , vainly grand , Haunt the young heart ; - proud views of human - kind , Of men to Gods exalted and refin'd ; · False views , like that horizon's fair deceit , Where earth and heav'n but ...
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... dear look became thy own , Thy voice like his , the changes of his face In thine reflected with still lovelier grace , Like echo , sending back sweet music , fraught With twice th ' aerial sweetness it had brought ! Yet now he comes E ...
... dear look became thy own , Thy voice like his , the changes of his face In thine reflected with still lovelier grace , Like echo , sending back sweet music , fraught With twice th ' aerial sweetness it had brought ! Yet now he comes E ...
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... 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 since those moments shone ; And , then , her oath - there madness lay THE VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN . 29.
... 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 since those moments shone ; And , then , her oath - there madness lay THE VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN . 29.
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... dear , Most wild of all , that her transgression here Was but a passage through earth's grosser fire , From which the spirit would at last aspire , Ev'n purer than before , - as perfumes rise Through flame and smoke , most welcome to ...
... dear , Most wild of all , that her transgression here Was but a passage through earth's grosser fire , From which the spirit would at last aspire , Ev'n purer than before , - as perfumes rise Through flame and smoke , most welcome to ...
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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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