Lalla RookhPhillips, Sampson, 1854 - 230 страница |
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... beautiful than Leila 3 , Shirine 4 Dewilde 5 , or any of those heroines whose names and loves embellish the songs of Persia and Hindostan . It was intended that the nuptials should be celebrated at Cashmere ; where the young King , as ...
... beautiful than Leila 3 , Shirine 4 Dewilde 5 , or any of those heroines whose names and loves embellish the songs of Persia and Hindostan . It was intended that the nuptials should be celebrated at Cashmere ; where the young King , as ...
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... beautiful children went strewing the most delicious flowers around , as in that Persian festival called the Scattering of the Roses 6 ; till every part of the city was as fragrant as if a caravan of musk from Khoten had passed through ...
... beautiful children went strewing the most delicious flowers around , as in that Persian festival called the Scattering of the Roses 6 ; till every part of the city was as fragrant as if a caravan of musk from Khoten had passed through ...
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... beautiful , breathing music from his very eyes , and exalting the religion of his worshippers into love . His dress was simple , yet not without some marks of costliness ; and the Ladies of the Princess were not long in discovering that ...
... beautiful , breathing music from his very eyes , and exalting the religion of his worshippers into love . His dress was simple , yet not without some marks of costliness ; and the Ladies of the Princess were not long in discovering that ...
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... beautiful in form and eye , Like war's wild planet in a summer sky ; That youth to - day , a proselyte , worth hordes Of cooler spirits and less practis'd swords , — Is come to join , all bravery and belief , The creed and standard of ...
... beautiful in form and eye , Like war's wild planet in a summer sky ; That youth to - day , a proselyte , worth hordes Of cooler spirits and less practis'd swords , — Is come to join , all bravery and belief , The creed and standard of ...
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... beautiful - must he be ruin'd too ? " Must he too , glorious as he is , be driven " A renegade like me from Love and Heaven ? " Like me ? -weak wretch , I wrong him- not like me ; " No - he's all truth and strength and purity ! " Fill ...
... beautiful - must he be ruin'd too ? " Must he too , glorious as he is , be driven " A renegade like me from Love and Heaven ? " Like me ? -weak wretch , I wrong him- not like me ; " No - he's all truth and strength and purity ! " Fill ...
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angels Arab AZIM beautiful beneath bird blest bliss blood bowers breath breath'd bright brow Bucharia burning Caliph called Cashmere charm cheek dark dead dear death deep Delhi delight dread dream e'er earth ev'n eyes FADLADEEN falchion FERAMORZ FERDOSI FERISHTA fire flame flowers gardens GAZNA Genii Ghebers glory gold golden Greek fire HAFED Haram hath heart heaven holy hour hung hyæna Indian IRAN IRAN's Khorassan King Koran La Péri Lahore Lake LALLA ROOKH light lips live look look'd lov'd lover lute maid minaret MOKANNA moonlight Moslem mountain Naphtha never night NOURMAHAL o'er pass'd PERI Persian poet Princess pure round seem'd shining Shiraz shone sigh skies slave sleep smile soul sound sparkling spirit star stood sunk sweet sword Tahmuras tears thee thine thou thought throne Tibet tree turn'd veil voice warm warrior wave wild wings wretch young youth ZELICA
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