The Works of Thomas Moore: Lalla Rookh1823 |
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... sounds of dread Fell withering on her soul , " Azım is dead ! " Oh grief , beyond all other griefs , when fate First leaves the young heart lone and desolate n the wide world , without that only tie For which it loved to live or fear'd ...
... sounds of dread Fell withering on her soul , " Azım is dead ! " Oh grief , beyond all other griefs , when fate First leaves the young heart lone and desolate n the wide world , without that only tie For which it loved to live or fear'd ...
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... sound poesy and music breathed around , Together picturing to her mind and ear The glories of that heaven , her destined sphere , Where all was pure , where every stain that lay Upon the spirit's light should pass away , And , realising ...
... sound poesy and music breathed around , Together picturing to her mind and ear The glories of that heaven , her destined sphere , Where all was pure , where every stain that lay Upon the spirit's light should pass away , And , realising ...
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... sound ones too , " Seen , heard , attested , every thing - but true . " Your preaching zealots , too inspired to seek " One grace of meaning for the things they speak ; * A kind of lantern formerly used by robbers , called the Hand of ...
... sound ones too , " Seen , heard , attested , every thing - but true . " Your preaching zealots , too inspired to seek " One grace of meaning for the things they speak ; * A kind of lantern formerly used by robbers , called the Hand of ...
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... sound so drear , So like that voice , among the sinful dead , In which the legend o'er Hell's Gate is read , That , new as ' twas from her , whom nought could dim Or sink till now , it startled even him . . Ha , my fair Priestess ...
... sound so drear , So like that voice , among the sinful dead , In which the legend o'er Hell's Gate is read , That , new as ' twas from her , whom nought could dim Or sink till now , it startled even him . . Ha , my fair Priestess ...
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... sound From many a jasper fount , is heard around , Young Azim roams bewilder'd , —nor can guess What means this maze of light and loneliness . Here the way leads , o'er tessellated floors Or mats of CAIRO , through long corridors ...
... sound From many a jasper fount , is heard around , Young Azim roams bewilder'd , —nor can guess What means this maze of light and loneliness . Here the way leads , o'er tessellated floors Or mats of CAIRO , through long corridors ...
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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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