Lalla Rookh, with 69 illustr. by J. Tenniel1861 |
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... crown the ' Elect with bliss that never fades- Well hath the Prophet - Chief his bidding done ; And every beauteous race beneath the sun , From those who kneel at BRAHMA'S burning founts , 35 VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN . 13.
... crown the ' Elect with bliss that never fades- Well hath the Prophet - Chief his bidding done ; And every beauteous race beneath the sun , From those who kneel at BRAHMA'S burning founts , 35 VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN . 13.
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... bliss Shone o'er thy heart from every 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 ...
... bliss Shone o'er thy heart from every 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 ...
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... bliss , To the dim charnel - house ; -through all its steams . Of damp and death , led only by those gleams Which foul Corruption lights , as with design To show the gay and proud she too can shine VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN . 27.
... bliss , To the dim charnel - house ; -through all its steams . Of damp and death , led only by those gleams Which foul Corruption lights , as with design To show the gay and proud she too can shine VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN . 27.
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... bliss , with AZIM by her side ! So alter'd was she now , this festal day , When , ' mid the proud Divan's dazzling array , The vision of that Youth whom she had lov'd , Had wept as dead , before her breath'd and mov'd ; - When - bright ...
... bliss , with AZIM by her side ! So alter'd was she now , this festal day , When , ' mid the proud Divan's dazzling array , The vision of that Youth whom she had lov'd , Had wept as dead , before her breath'd and mov'd ; - When - bright ...
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... bliss 66 66 The world calls virtue - we must conquer this ; - Nay , shrink not , pretty sage ! ' tis not for thee " To scan the mazes of Heaven's mystery : " The steel must pass through fire , ere it can yield " Fit instruments for ...
... bliss 66 66 The world calls virtue - we must conquer this ; - Nay , shrink not , pretty sage ! ' tis not for thee " To scan the mazes of Heaven's mystery : " The steel must pass through fire , ere it can yield " Fit instruments for ...
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angel Arab AZIM beautiful beneath bird blest bliss blood blue damsel bowers breath bright brow Bucharia burning Caliph called Cashmere charm cheek dark dead dear death deep Delhi delightful dread dream e'en earth eyes FADLADEEN falchion FERAMORZ Ferdosi Ferishta fire flame flowers gardens GAZNA Ghebers glory gold golden groves HAFED Haram hath heart Heaven holy hour hung hyæna India IRAN'S Khorassan King Koran La Péri Lake LALLA ROOKH light lips live look look'd lov'd lovely idol lover lute maid minaret MOKANNA moonlight mountain Naphtha never night Note NOURMAHAL o'er pass'd PERI Persian poet Princess pure roses round sacred seem'd sherbets shining Shiraz shone sigh skies slave sleep smile song soul sound sparkling spirit stood sunk sweet sword Tahmuras tears thee thine thou throne Tibet tree turn'd Twas veil warm wave wild wings wretch young youth ZELICA Zoroaster
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