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... hand a kitar ; such as , in old times , the Arab maids of the West used to listen to by moonlight in the gardens of the Alhambra and , having premised , with much humility , that the story he was about to relate was founded on the ...
... hand a kitar ; such as , in old times , the Arab maids of the West used to listen to by moonlight in the gardens of the Alhambra and , having premised , with much humility , that the story he was about to relate was founded on the ...
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... hands , His chosen guard of bold Believers stands ; Young fire - eyed disputants , who deem their swords , On points of faith , more eloquent than words ; And such their zeal , there's not a youth with brand Uplifted there , but , at ...
... hands , His chosen guard of bold Believers stands ; Young fire - eyed disputants , who deem their swords , On points of faith , more eloquent than words ; And such their zeal , there's not a youth with brand Uplifted there , but , at ...
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... hand to hand " The flying youths transmit their shining brand , " From frame to frame the unextinguish'd soul " Rapidly passes , till it reach the goal ! " Nor think ' tis only the gross Spirits , warm'd " With duskier fire and for ...
... hand to hand " The flying youths transmit their shining brand , " From frame to frame the unextinguish'd soul " Rapidly passes , till it reach the goal ! " Nor think ' tis only the gross Spirits , warm'd " With duskier fire and for ...
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... hands were seen .. Waving embroider'd scarves , whose motion gave A perfume forth ; -like those the Houris wave When beckoning to their bowers th ' Immortal Brave . " But these , " pursued the Chief , " are truths sublime , " That claim ...
... hands were seen .. Waving embroider'd scarves , whose motion gave A perfume forth ; -like those the Houris wave When beckoning to their bowers th ' Immortal Brave . " But these , " pursued the Chief , " are truths sublime , " That claim ...
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... Hand of Glory , the candle for which was made of the fat of a dead male- factor . This , however , was rather a western than an eastern superstition . " Who , bolder ev'n than NEMROD , think to D 2 THE VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN . 35 ...
... Hand of Glory , the candle for which was made of the fat of a dead male- factor . This , however , was rather a western than an eastern superstition . " Who , bolder ev'n than NEMROD , think to D 2 THE VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN . 35 ...
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angels Arab AZIM beautiful beneath bird blest bliss blood bowers breath bright brow burning Caliph called Cashmere charm cheek D'Herbelot dark dead dear death deep Delhi dread dream e'er earth ev'n eyes FADLADEEN falchion FERAMORZ Ferdosi Ferishta fire flame flowers gardens Gazna Genii Ghebers gleam glory gold golden HAFED Haram hath heart heaven holy hour hung hyæna Indian IRAN's Khorassan King Koran Lake LALLA ROOKH light lips look look'd lov'd lover lute maid MOKANNA moonlight Moslem mountain Naptha never night NOURMAHAL o'er PERI Persian Princess pure round Scott Waring seem'd sherbets shining Shiraz shone sigh skies slave sleep smile soul sound sparkling spirit star stood sunk sweet sword Tahmuras tears thee thine thou throne Tibet Transoxiania tree turn'd twas veil voice warm wave Waved plates wild wings wretch young youth ZELICA
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