The Works of Thomas Moore: Lalla Rookh1823 |
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... look from his balcony , the procession moved slowly on the road to Lahore .. Seldom had the Eastern world seen a cavalcade so superb . From the gardens in the suburbs to the Imperial palace , it was one unbroken line of splendour . The ...
... look from his balcony , the procession moved slowly on the road to Lahore .. Seldom had the Eastern world seen a cavalcade so superb . From the gardens in the suburbs to the Imperial palace , it was one unbroken line of splendour . The ...
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... look of his ; When but to see him , hear him , breathe the air In which he dwelt , was thy soul's fondest prayer ! When round him hung such a perpetual spell , Whate'er he did , none ever did so well . Too happy days ! when , if he ...
... look of his ; When but to see him , hear him , breathe the air In which he dwelt , was thy soul's fondest prayer ! When round him hung such a perpetual spell , Whate'er he did , none ever did so well . Too happy days ! when , if he ...
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... look and taste of that red bowl Will haunt her till she dies - he bound her soul By a dark oath , in hell's own language framed , Never , while earth his mystic presence claim'd , While the blue arch of day hung o'er them both , Never ...
... look and taste of that red bowl Will haunt her till she dies - he bound her soul By a dark oath , in hell's own language framed , Never , while earth his mystic presence claim'd , While the blue arch of day hung o'er them both , Never ...
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... look ! -oh ! where's the heart so wise , Could unbewilder'd meet those matchless eyes ? Quick , restless , strange , but exquisite withal , Like those of angels , just before their fall ; Now shadow'd with the shames of earth - now ...
... look ! -oh ! where's the heart so wise , Could unbewilder'd meet those matchless eyes ? Quick , restless , strange , but exquisite withal , Like those of angels , just before their fall ; Now shadow'd with the shames of earth - now ...
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... look for it , thy broken clew ! Through what small vistas o'er the darken'd brain Thy intellectual day - beam bursts again ; And how , like forts , to which beleaguerers win Unhoped - for entrance through some friend within , One clear ...
... look for it , thy broken clew ! Through what small vistas o'er the darken'd brain Thy intellectual day - beam bursts again ; And how , like forts , to which beleaguerers win Unhoped - for entrance through some friend within , One clear ...
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angels Arab beautiful beneath bird bless'd bliss blood bowers breath bright brow Bucharia burning Caliph called Cashmere charm cheek dark dead dear death deep Delhi dread dream e'er earth eyes FADLADEEN falchion FERAMORZ fire flame flowers gardens GAZNA Genii Ghebers gleam glory gold golden groves HAFED Haram hath heart Heaven holy hour hung hyæna India Indian IRAN IRAN's Isles Khorassan King Koran Lake LALLA ROOKH light lips live look look'd lover lute maid MOKANNA moonlight Moslem mountain Naptha never night NOURMAHAL o'er pass'd PERI Persian poet Princess pure round SCOTT WARING seem'd sherbets 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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