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... hung " LXXIII . " Fare thee well , perfidious maid ! " LXXIV . " I bloomed awhile , a happy flower " LXXV . " Monarch Love ! resistless boy " LXXVI . " Spirit of Love , whose tresses shine LXXVII . Hither , gentle Muse of mine " LXXVIII ...
... hung " LXXIII . " Fare thee well , perfidious maid ! " LXXIV . " I bloomed awhile , a happy flower " LXXV . " Monarch Love ! resistless boy " LXXVI . " Spirit of Love , whose tresses shine LXXVII . Hither , gentle Muse of mine " LXXVIII ...
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... hung over till 1817. The poem has been translated into ail sorts of languages , including Persian , and is said to have found many admirers among its oriental readers . Whatever may be thought of its poetic merits and I for one disclaim ...
... hung over till 1817. The poem has been translated into ail sorts of languages , including Persian , and is said to have found many admirers among its oriental readers . Whatever may be thought of its poetic merits and I for one disclaim ...
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... hung a carnelian of Yemen round her neck , on which was inscribed a verse from the Koran , and having sent a considerable present to the Fakirs , who kept up the Perpetual Lamp in her sister's tomb , meekly ascended the palankeen pre ...
... hung a carnelian of Yemen round her neck , on which was inscribed a verse from the Koran , and having sent a considerable present to the Fakirs , who kept up the Perpetual Lamp in her sister's tomb , meekly ascended the palankeen pre ...
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... hung a carnelian of Yemen round her neck , on which was inscribed a verse from the Koran , and having sent a considerable present to the Fakirs , who kept up the Perpetual Lamp in her sister's tomb , meekly ascended the palankeen pre ...
... hung a carnelian of Yemen round her neck , on which was inscribed a verse from the Koran , and having sent a considerable present to the Fakirs , who kept up the Perpetual Lamp in her sister's tomb , meekly ascended the palankeen pre ...
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... hung strings of fine pearl , disposed with an air of studied negli- gence ; nor did the exquisite embroidery of his sandals escape the observation of these fair critics ; who , however they might give way to Fadladeen upon the ...
... hung strings of fine pearl , disposed with an air of studied negli- gence ; nor did the exquisite embroidery of his sandals escape the observation of these fair critics ; who , however they might give way to Fadladeen upon the ...
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