Lalla Rookh, with 69 illustr. by J. Tenniel1861 |
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... light and loneliness . He sees a group of female forms advance . 41 47 50 59 " Poor maiden ! " thought the youth , " if thou wert sent . " . 62 888 53 Oh ! could he listen to such sounds unmov'd , LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS .
... light and loneliness . He sees a group of female forms advance . 41 47 50 59 " Poor maiden ! " thought the youth , " if thou wert sent . " . 62 888 53 Oh ! could he listen to such sounds unmov'd , LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS .
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Thomas Moore. Oh ! could he listen to such sounds unmov'd , And by that light - nor dream of her he lov'd ? " Look up , my ZELICA - one moment show Those gentle eyes to me , that I may know . " " Oh ! curse me not , " she cried , as wild ...
Thomas Moore. Oh ! could he listen to such sounds unmov'd , And by that light - nor dream of her he lov'd ? " Look up , my ZELICA - one moment show Those gentle eyes to me , that I may know . " " Oh ! curse me not , " she cried , as wild ...
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... sound Chills like the muttering of a charm ! . 197 His Chiefs stood round - each shining blade Upon the broken altar laid . " This very night his blood shall steep These hands all over ere I sleep ! " . And o'er the wide , tempestuous ...
... sound Chills like the muttering of a charm ! . 197 His Chiefs stood round - each shining blade Upon the broken altar laid . " This very night his blood shall steep These hands all over ere I sleep ! " . And o'er the wide , tempestuous ...
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... Like spirit - tongues mutt'ring the sick man's name , Just ere he dies - at length those sounds of dread Fell with ring on her soul , " AZIM is dead ! " Oh Grief , beyond all other griefs , when fate VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN . 23.
... Like spirit - tongues mutt'ring the sick man's name , Just ere he dies - at length those sounds of dread Fell with ring on her soul , " AZIM is dead ! " Oh Grief , beyond all other griefs , when fate VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN . 23.
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... sound Of poesy and music breath'd around , Together picturing to her mind and ear The glories of that heaven , her destin'd sphere , Where all was pure , where every stain that lay Upon the spirit's light should pass away , And ...
... sound Of poesy and music breath'd around , Together picturing to her mind and ear The glories of that heaven , her destin'd sphere , Where all was pure , where every stain that lay Upon the spirit's light should pass away , And ...
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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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