Lalla RookhPhillips, Sampson, 1854 - 230 страница |
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... fair young female slave sat fanning her through the curtains , with feathers of the Argus pheasant's wing 11 ; - and the lovely troop of Tartarian and Cashmerian maids of honour , whom the young King had sent to accompany his bride ...
... fair young female slave sat fanning her through the curtains , with feathers of the Argus pheasant's wing 11 ; - and the lovely troop of Tartarian and Cashmerian maids of honour , whom the young King had sent to accompany his bride ...
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... fair - haired Zal and his mistress Rodahver 18 ; not forgetting the combat of Rustam with the terrible White Demon.19 At other times she was amused by those graceful dancing - girls of Delhi , who had been permitted by the Bramins of ...
... fair - haired Zal and his mistress Rodahver 18 ; not forgetting the combat of Rustam with the terrible White Demon.19 At other times she was amused by those graceful dancing - girls of Delhi , who had been permitted by the Bramins of ...
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... fair critics ; who , however they might give way to FADLADEEN upon the unimportant topics of re- ligion and government , had the spirit of martyrs in every thing relating to such momentous matters as jewels and embroidery . For the ...
... fair critics ; who , however they might give way to FADLADEEN upon the unimportant topics of re- ligion and government , had the spirit of martyrs in every thing relating to such momentous matters as jewels and embroidery . For the ...
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... fair young Nursery for Heaven ! But why this pageant now ? this arm'd array ? What triumph crowds the rich Divan to - day With turban'd heads , of every hue and race , Bowing before that veil'd and awful face , Like tulip - beds 37 , of ...
... fair young Nursery for Heaven ! But why this pageant now ? this arm'd array ? What triumph crowds the rich Divan to - day With turban'd heads , of every hue and race , Bowing before that veil'd and awful face , Like tulip - beds 37 , of ...
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... - proud views of human - kind , Of men to Gods exalted and refin'd , - False views , like that horizon's fair deceit , Where earth and heav'n but seem , alas , to meet ! - Soon as he heard an Arm Divine was rais'd To 8 LALLA ROOKH .
... - proud views of human - kind , Of men to Gods exalted and refin'd , - False views , like that horizon's fair deceit , Where earth and heav'n but seem , alas , to meet ! - Soon as he heard an Arm Divine was rais'd To 8 LALLA ROOKH .
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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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