Lalla Rookh, with 69 illustr. by J. Tenniel1861 |
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... head . " And pray that He may pardon her , —may take Compassion on her soul for thy dear sake . " . . 113 117 For this the old man breath'd his thanks and died . 119 PARADISE AND THE PERI . ORNAMENTAL TITLE PAGE [ Architectural details ...
... head . " And pray that He may pardon her , —may take Compassion on her soul for thy dear sake . " . . 113 117 For this the old man breath'd his thanks and died . 119 PARADISE AND THE PERI . ORNAMENTAL TITLE PAGE [ Architectural details ...
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... head , than sleep came down . 305 That all stood hush'd and wondering , And turn'd and look'd into the air . 315 She whispers him with laughing eyes , 66 Remember , love , the Feast of Roses ! " 320 They had now begun to ascend those ...
... head , than sleep came down . 305 That all stood hush'd and wondering , And turn'd and look'd into the air . 315 She whispers him with laughing eyes , 66 Remember , love , the Feast of Roses ! " 320 They had now begun to ascend those ...
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... heads of every hue , Green , white , and crimson , bow'd around , And gay tiaras touch'd the ground , - As tulip - bells , when o'er their beds The musk - wind passes , bend their heads . Nay , some there were , among the crowd Of Moslem ...
... heads of every hue , Green , white , and crimson , bow'd around , And gay tiaras touch'd the ground , - As tulip - bells , when o'er their beds The musk - wind passes , bend their heads . Nay , some there were , among the crowd Of Moslem ...
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... heads his feathering snows . Between the porphyry pillars , that uphold The rich moresque - work of the roof of gold , Aloft the Haram's curtain'd galleries rise , Where , through the silken net - work , glancing eyes , From time to ...
... heads his feathering snows . Between the porphyry pillars , that uphold The rich moresque - work of the roof of gold , Aloft the Haram's curtain'd galleries rise , Where , through the silken net - work , glancing eyes , From time to ...
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... young Nursery for Heaven ! But why this pageant now ? this arm'd array ? What triumph crowds the rich Divan to - day With turban'd heads , of every hue and race , Bowing before that veil'd and awful face , Like tulip.
... young Nursery for Heaven ! But why this pageant now ? this arm'd array ? What triumph crowds the rich Divan to - day With turban'd heads , of every hue and race , Bowing before that veil'd and awful face , Like tulip.
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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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