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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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... round her neck , on which was inscribed a verse from the Koran , and hav- ing sent a considerable present to the Fakirs , who kept up the Perpetual Lamp in her sister's tomb , meekly ascended the palankeen prepared for her ; and , while ...
... round her neck , on which was inscribed a verse from the Koran , and hav- ing sent a considerable present to the Fakirs , who kept up the Perpetual Lamp in her sister's tomb , meekly ascended the palankeen prepared for her ; and , while ...
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... round him hung such a perpetual spell , Whate'er he did , none ever did so well . Too happy days ! when , if he touch'd a flower Or gem of thine , ' t was sacred from that hour ; When thou didst study him till every tone And gesture and ...
... round him hung such a perpetual spell , Whate'er he did , none ever did so well . Too happy days ! when , if he touch'd a flower Or gem of thine , ' t was sacred from that hour ; When thou didst study him till every tone And gesture and ...
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... design To show the gay and proud she too can shine- And , passing on through upright ranks of Dead , Which to the maiden , doubly craz'd by dread , Seem'd , through the bluish death - light round them VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN . 15.
... design To show the gay and proud she too can shine- And , passing on through upright ranks of Dead , Which to the maiden , doubly craz'd by dread , Seem'd , through the bluish death - light round them VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN . 15.
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... round , in trances , only less than hers , She saw the Haram kneel , her prostrate worshippers . Well might MOKANNA think that form alone Had spells enough to make the world his own : - Light , lovely limbs , to which the spirit's play ...
... round , in trances , only less than hers , She saw the Haram kneel , her prostrate worshippers . Well might MOKANNA think that form alone Had spells enough to make the world his own : - Light , lovely limbs , to which the spirit's play ...
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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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