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... never yet seen a single line of the Poem ; and that a perusal of the work ought to be allowed to them , before they embarked so large a sum in the pur- chase . But , no ; - the romantic view which my friend , Perry , took of the matter ...
... never yet seen a single line of the Poem ; and that a perusal of the work ought to be allowed to them , before they embarked so large a sum in the pur- chase . But , no ; - the romantic view which my friend , Perry , took of the matter ...
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... heads . Nay , some there were , among the crowd Of Moslem heads that round her bow'd , So fill'd with zeal , by many a draught Of Shiraz wine profanely quaff'd , That , sinking low in reverence then , They never viii PREFACE .
... heads . Nay , some there were , among the crowd Of Moslem heads that round her bow'd , So fill'd with zeal , by many a draught Of Shiraz wine profanely quaff'd , That , sinking low in reverence then , They never viii PREFACE .
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Thomas Moore. That , sinking low in reverence then , They never rose till morn again . There are yet two more of these unfinished sketches , one of which extends to a much greater length than I was aware of ; and as far as I can judge ...
Thomas Moore. That , sinking low in reverence then , They never rose till morn again . There are yet two more of these unfinished sketches , one of which extends to a much greater length than I was aware of ; and as far as I can judge ...
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... never • Voltaire , in his tragedy of " Les Guèbres , " written with a similar under - current of meaning , was accused of having transformed his Fire - worshippers into Jansenists : - " Quelques figuristes , " he says , " prétendent que ...
... never • Voltaire , in his tragedy of " Les Guèbres , " written with a similar under - current of meaning , was accused of having transformed his Fire - worshippers into Jansenists : - " Quelques figuristes , " he says , " prétendent que ...
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... never in his life out o . Paris , was able to correct a number of errors in a plan of the Troad taken by De Choiseul , on the spot ; and , for my own very diffe- rent , as well as far inferior , purposes , the knowledge I had thus ...
... never in his life out o . Paris , was able to correct a number of errors in a plan of the Troad taken by De Choiseul , on the spot ; and , for my own very diffe- rent , as well as far inferior , purposes , the knowledge I had thus ...
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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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