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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... tears , floods of tears , Long frozen at her heart , but now like rills Let loose in spring - time from the snowy hills , And gushing warm , after a sleep of frost , Through valleys where their flow had long been lost ! Sad and subdued ...
... tears , floods of tears , Long frozen at her heart , but now like rills Let loose in spring - time from the snowy hills , And gushing warm , after a sleep of frost , Through valleys where their flow had long been lost ! Sad and subdued ...
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... tears , " And find those tears warm as when last they started , " Those sacred kisses pure as when we parted ! " Oh my own life ! — why should a single day , " A moment keep me from those arms away ? ? " While thus he thinks , still ...
... tears , " And find those tears warm as when last they started , " Those sacred kisses pure as when we parted ! " Oh my own life ! — why should a single day , " A moment keep me from those arms away ? ? " While thus he thinks , still ...
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... tear that shows When passion is nigh , As the rain - drop flows From the heat of the sky ! By the first love - beat Of the youthful heart , 4 The blue lotos , which grows in Cashmere and in Persia . By the bliss to meet , And the pain ...
... tear that shows When passion is nigh , As the rain - drop flows From the heat of the sky ! By the first love - beat Of the youthful heart , 4 The blue lotos , which grows in Cashmere and in Persia . By the bliss to meet , And the pain ...
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... tears , to thee at parting given , Pure as they weep , if angels weep , in heaven ! Think in her own still bower she waits thee now , With the same glow of heart and bloom of brow , Yet shrin'd in solitude - thine all , thine only ...
... tears , to thee at parting given , Pure as they weep , if angels weep , in heaven ! Think in her own still bower she waits thee now , With the same glow of heart and bloom of brow , Yet shrin'd in solitude - thine all , thine only ...
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... tears upon his cheek . A strange emotion stirs within him , more - Than mere compassion ever wak'd before ; — r Unconsciously he opes his arms , while she Springs forward , as with life's last energy , But , swooning in that one ...
... tears upon his cheek . A strange emotion stirs within him , more - Than mere compassion ever wak'd before ; — r Unconsciously he opes his arms , while she Springs forward , as with life's last energy , But , swooning in that one ...
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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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