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... wave aloft in morning's beam The milk - white plumage of their helms , they seem Like a chenar - tree grove , when winter throws O'er all its tufted heads his feathering snows . Between the porphyry pillars , that uphold The rich ...
... wave aloft in morning's beam The milk - white plumage of their helms , they seem Like a chenar - tree grove , when winter throws O'er all its tufted heads his feathering snows . Between the porphyry pillars , that uphold The rich ...
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... wave When beckoning to their bowers th ' Immortal Brave . " But these , " pursued the Chief , " are truths sublime , " That claim a holier mood and calmer time " Than earth allows us now ; this sword must first " The darkling prison ...
... wave When beckoning to their bowers th ' Immortal Brave . " But these , " pursued the Chief , " are truths sublime , " That claim a holier mood and calmer time " Than earth allows us now ; this sword must first " The darkling prison ...
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... welcome ! - thou hast yet " Some tasks to learn , some frailties to forget , " Ere the white war - plume o'er thy brow can wave ; — " But , once my own , mine all till in the grave ! " The Pomp is at an end , the crowds are 18 LALLA ROOKH .
... welcome ! - thou hast yet " Some tasks to learn , some frailties to forget , " Ere the white war - plume o'er thy brow can wave ; — " But , once my own , mine all till in the grave ! " The Pomp is at an end , the crowds are 18 LALLA ROOKH .
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... wave at morn , Bless'd not the waters , as they murmur'd by , With holier scent and lustre , than the sigh And virgin glance of first affection cast Upon their youth's smooth current , as it pass'd ! But war disturb'd this vision far ...
... wave at morn , Bless'd not the waters , as they murmur'd by , With holier scent and lustre , than the sigh And virgin glance of first affection cast Upon their youth's smooth current , as it pass'd ! But war disturb'd this vision far ...
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... wave , But not to point the harbour which might save . Hours of delight and peace , long left behind , With that dear form came rushing o'er her mind ; But oh ! to think how deep her soul had gone In shame and falsehood since those ...
... wave , But not to point the harbour which might save . Hours of delight and peace , long left behind , With that dear form came rushing o'er her mind ; But oh ! to think how deep her soul had gone In shame and falsehood since those ...
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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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