Lalla RookhPhillips, Sampson, 1854 - 230 страница |
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... and safety , where all the company around was wild peacocks and turtle - doves ; -she felt a charm in " " these scenes , so lovely and so new to her B 2 LALLA ROOKII . 3 was brilliant, tasteful, and magnificent, and pleased ...
... and safety , where all the company around was wild peacocks and turtle - doves ; -she felt a charm in " " these scenes , so lovely and so new to her B 2 LALLA ROOKII . 3 was brilliant, tasteful, and magnificent, and pleased ...
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... charm , and the nights and noon - days were beginning to move heavily , when , at length , it was recollected that , among the attendants sent by the bridegroom , was a young poet of Cashmere , much cele- brated throughout the Valley ...
... charm , and the nights and noon - days were beginning to move heavily , when , at length , it was recollected that , among the attendants sent by the bridegroom , was a young poet of Cashmere , much cele- brated throughout the Valley ...
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... charm for him . " Let loose your glowing wantons from their bowers , " He loves , he loves , and can defy their powers ! " Wretch as I am , in his heart still I reign " Pure as when first we met , without a stain ! " Though ruin'd ...
... charm for him . " Let loose your glowing wantons from their bowers , " He loves , he loves , and can defy their powers ! " Wretch as I am , in his heart still I reign " Pure as when first we met , without a stain ! " Though ruin'd ...
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... charm of luxury , as the viper weaves Its wily covering of sweet balsam leaves , 95 All struck upon his heart , sudden and cold As death itself - it needs not to be told- No , no - he sees it all , plain as the brand Of burning shame ...
... charm of luxury , as the viper weaves Its wily covering of sweet balsam leaves , 95 All struck upon his heart , sudden and cold As death itself - it needs not to be told- No , no - he sees it all , plain as the brand Of burning shame ...
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... charm or spell Possess'd her now , and from that darken'd trance Should dawn ere long their Faith's deliverance . Or if , at times , goaded by guilty shame , Her soul was rous'd , and words of wildness came , Instant the bold blasphemer ...
... charm or spell Possess'd her now , and from that darken'd trance Should dawn ere long their Faith's deliverance . Or if , at times , goaded by guilty shame , Her soul was rous'd , and words of wildness came , Instant the bold blasphemer ...
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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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