Lalla Rookh, with 69 illustr. by J. Tenniel1861 |
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... blood shall steep These hands all over ere I sleep ! " . And o'er the wide , tempestuous wave Looks , with a shudder , to those towers . And snatch'd her breathless from beneath This wilderment of wreck and death . . Shuddering , she ...
... blood shall steep These hands all over ere I sleep ! " . And o'er the wide , tempestuous wave Looks , with a shudder , to those towers . And snatch'd her breathless from beneath This wilderment of wreck and death . . Shuddering , she ...
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... blood . A signal , deep and dread as those The storm - fiend at his rising blows . As mute they pass'd before the flame To light their torches as they pass'd . They come that plunge into the water Gives signal for the work of slaughter ...
... blood . A signal , deep and dread as those The storm - fiend at his rising blows . As mute they pass'd before the flame To light their torches as they pass'd . They come that plunge into the water Gives signal for the work of slaughter ...
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... blood to seal , as genuine and divine , What dazzling mimickry of God's own power Hath the bold Prophet plann'd to grace this hour ? Not such the pageant now , though not less proud ; Yon warrior youth , advancing from the crowd , With ...
... blood to seal , as genuine and divine , What dazzling mimickry of God's own power Hath the bold Prophet plann'd to grace this hour ? Not such the pageant now , though not less proud ; Yon warrior youth , advancing from the crowd , With ...
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... ones too , 66 66 Seen , heard , attested , ev'ry thing - but true . Your preaching zealots , too inspir'd to seek " One grace of meaning for the things they speak ; 66 Your martyrs , ready to shed out their blood 36 LALLA ROOKH .
... ones too , 66 66 Seen , heard , attested , ev'ry thing - but true . Your preaching zealots , too inspir'd to seek " One grace of meaning for the things they speak ; 66 Your martyrs , ready to shed out their blood 36 LALLA ROOKH .
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Thomas Moore. 66 Your martyrs , ready to shed out their blood , " For truths too heavenly to be understood ; " And your State Priests , sole vendors of the lore " That works salvation ; -as , on Ava's shore , 66 66 Where none but priests ...
Thomas Moore. 66 Your martyrs , ready to shed out their blood , " For truths too heavenly to be understood ; " And your State Priests , sole vendors of the lore " That works salvation ; -as , on Ava's shore , 66 66 Where none but priests ...
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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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