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... O'er his features hung The Veil , the Silver Veil , which he had flung In mercy there , to hide from mortal sight His dazzling brow , till man could bear its light . For , far less luminous , his votaries said , Were even the gleams ...
... O'er his features hung The Veil , the Silver Veil , which he had flung In mercy there , to hide from mortal sight His dazzling brow , till man could bear its light . For , far less luminous , his votaries said , Were even the gleams ...
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... o'er Yemen's mounts ; From Persia's eyes of full and fawn - like ray , To the small , half shut glances of Kathay ; + And Georgia's bloom , and Azab's darker smiles , And the gold ringlets of the Western Isles ; All , all are there ...
... o'er Yemen's mounts ; From Persia's eyes of full and fawn - like ray , To the small , half shut glances of Kathay ; + And Georgia's bloom , and Azab's darker smiles , And the gold ringlets of the Western Isles ; All , all are there ...
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... o'er thy brow can wave ; - But , once my own , mine all till in the grave ! " The pomp is at an end - the crowds are gone- Each ear and heart still haunted by the tone Of that deep voice , which thrilled like Allah's own ! The Young all ...
... o'er thy brow can wave ; - But , once my own , mine all till in the grave ! " The pomp is at an end - the crowds are gone- Each ear and heart still haunted by the tone Of that deep voice , which thrilled like Allah's own ! The Young all ...
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... o'er the yawning wave , But not to point the harbour which might save . Hours of delight and peace , long left behind , With that dear form came rushing o'er her mind ; But , oh to think how deep her soul had gone In shame and falsehood ...
... o'er the yawning wave , But not to point the harbour which might save . Hours of delight and peace , long left behind , With that dear form came rushing o'er her mind ; But , oh to think how deep her soul had gone In shame and falsehood ...
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... o'er Hell's Gate is read , That , new as ' twas from her , whom nought could dim Or sink till now , it startled even him . " Ha , my fair Priestess ! " - thus , with ready wile , The Impostor turned to greet her- " thou whose smile Hath ...
... o'er Hell's Gate is read , That , new as ' twas from her , whom nought could dim Or sink till now , it startled even him . " Ha , my fair Priestess ! " - thus , with ready wile , The Impostor turned to greet her- " thou whose smile Hath ...
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Page 70 - Oh ! ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay ; I never loved a tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle. To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die ! Now too — the joy most like divine Of all I ever dreamt or knew.
Page 372 - The friends who in our sunshine live, When winter comes, are flown, And he who has but tears to give Must weep those tears alone.
Page 131 - Oh ! there are looks and tones that dart An instant sunshine through the heart, — As if the soul that minute caught Some treasure it through life had sought...
Page 368 - God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we, see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from thee; Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine! When day, with farewell beam, delays Among the opening clouds of even, And we can almost think we gaze Through golden vistas into heaven, Those hues, that make the sun's decline So soft, so radiant, Lord!
Page 330 - Shall I ask the brave soldier, who fights by my side In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree ? Shall I give up the friend I have valued and tried, If he kneel not before the same altar with me ? From the heretic girl of my soul shall I fly, To seek somewhere else a more orthodox kiss? No ! perish the hearts, and the laws that try Truth, valour, or love by a standard like this ! SUBLIME WAS THE WARNING.
Page 369 - This world is all a fleeting show For man's illusion given ; The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, Deceitful shine, deceitful flow, — There's nothing true but Heaven...
Page 324 - Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. Yet it was not that Nature had shed o'er the scene Her purest of crystal and brightest of green ; Twas not her soft magic of streamlet or hill, Oh ! no, — it was something more exquisite still.
Page 49 - Nymph of a fair, but erring line ! " Gently he said — "One hope is thine. Tis written in the Book of Fate, The Peri yet may be forgiven Who brings to this Eternal Gate The Gift that is most dear to Heaven ! Go, seek it, and redeem thy sin— 'Tis sweet to let the Pardon'd in ! " Rapidly as comets run To th...
Page 359 - Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here; Here still is the smile, that no cloud can o'ercast, And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last. Oh! what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Through joy and through torment, through glory and shame?
Page 130 - And oh ! if there be an elysium on earth, It is this, it is this...