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... gold possessed a power 39 440 XXXVII . " ' Twas night , and many a circling bowl " 440 XXXVIII . " Let us drain the nectared bowl " 441 XXXIX . " How I love the festive boy " 442 XL . " I know that Heaven ordains me here " 442 LXII ...
... gold possessed a power 39 440 XXXVII . " ' Twas night , and many a circling bowl " 440 XXXVIII . " Let us drain the nectared bowl " 441 XXXIX . " How I love the festive boy " 442 XL . " I know that Heaven ordains me here " 442 LXII ...
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... gold , as fleet as zephyr's pinion " LIX . " Sabled by the solar beam " LX . " Awake to life , my dulcet shell ' " 2 442 442 443 444 444 444 445 445 446 446 447 447 448 PAGE 448 449 450 450 451 452 453 454 spear " LXV . " Like some ...
... gold , as fleet as zephyr's pinion " LIX . " Sabled by the solar beam " LX . " Awake to life , my dulcet shell ' " 2 442 442 443 444 444 444 445 445 446 446 447 447 448 PAGE 448 449 450 450 451 452 453 454 spear " LXV . " Like some ...
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... gold ; -the glittering of the gilt pine - applest on the tops of the palankeens ; the embroidered trappings of the elephants , bearing on their backs small turrets , in the shape of little antique temples , within which the Ladies of ...
... gold ; -the glittering of the gilt pine - applest on the tops of the palankeens ; the embroidered trappings of the elephants , bearing on their backs small turrets , in the shape of little antique temples , within which the Ladies of ...
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... gold , Aloft the Haram's curtained galleries rise , Where through the silken network , glancing eyes , From time to time , like sudden gleams that glow Through autumn clouds , shine o'er the pomp below . What impious tongue , ye ...
... gold , Aloft the Haram's curtained galleries rise , Where through the silken network , glancing eyes , From time to time , like sudden gleams that glow Through autumn clouds , shine o'er the pomp below . What impious tongue , ye ...
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... gold ringlets of the Western Isles ; All , all are there ; -each Land its flower hath given , To form that fair young Nursery for Heaven ! But why this pageant now ? this armed array ? What triumph crowds the rich Divan to - day With ...
... gold ringlets of the Western Isles ; All , all are there ; -each Land its flower hath given , To form that fair young Nursery for Heaven ! But why this pageant now ? this armed array ? What triumph crowds the rich Divan to - day With ...
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Страница 374 - Come, brightly wafting through the gloom, Our peace-branch from above? Then sorrow, touched by Thee, grows bright With more than rapture's ray, As darkness shows us worlds of light We never saw by day.