The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore, Том 6Little, Brown, 1856 |
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ALPHEUS FELCH angels Arab beautiful beneath bird blest bliss bower breath breath'd bright brow burning Caliph called Cashmere charm cheek D'Herbelot dark dead dear death deep Delhi divine dread dream e'er earth ev'n eyes FADLADEEN fair falchion fall FERAMORZ Ferdosi Ferishta fire flame flowers fond GAZNA Genii Ghebers glory Greek fire HAFED Haram hath heart heaven holy hour hung hyæna IRAN's Khorassan Koran Lake LALLA ROOKH light lips look look'd lost lov'd lute maid MOKANNA moonlight mountain Naphtha ne'er never night NOURMAHAL o'er once Paradise pass'd PERI Persian poet Princess proud pure round seem'd shining Shiraz shone sigh skies slave sleep smile song soul sound spirit star stood story sweet sword Tahmuras thee thine thou thought throne Tibet tree turn'd Twas veil voice wave wild wings wonder wretch young youth ZELICA Zoroaster
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