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... wind's sighs ! What new - made mystery now , for Faith to sign , And blood to seal , as genuine and divine , What dazzling mimicry of God's own power , Hath the bold Prophet planned to grace this hour ? Not such the pageant now , though ...
... wind's sighs ! What new - made mystery now , for Faith to sign , And blood to seal , as genuine and divine , What dazzling mimicry of God's own power , Hath the bold Prophet planned to grace this hour ? Not such the pageant now , though ...
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... wind , at his command , took up the carpet , and transported it , with all that were upon it , wherever he pleased ; the army of birds at the same time flying over their heads , and forming a kind of canopy to shade them from the sun ...
... wind , at his command , took up the carpet , and transported it , with all that were upon it , wherever he pleased ; the army of birds at the same time flying over their heads , and forming a kind of canopy to shade them from the sun ...
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... wind In the open banners played , and from behind Those Persian hangings , that but ill could screen The Haram's loveliness , white hands were seen Waving embroidered scarves , whose motion gave A perfume forth - like those the Houris ...
... wind In the open banners played , and from behind Those Persian hangings , that but ill could screen The Haram's loveliness , white hands were seen Waving embroidered scarves , whose motion gave A perfume forth - like those the Houris ...
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... winds through a fence Of Kerzrah flowers , came filled with pestilence ; " So boldly uttered too ! as if all dread ... wind , which in June or July passes over that flower ( the Kerzereh ) it will kill him . " - Thevenot . Are all my ...
... winds through a fence Of Kerzrah flowers , came filled with pestilence ; " So boldly uttered too ! as if all dread ... wind , which in June or July passes over that flower ( the Kerzereh ) it will kill him . " - Thevenot . Are all my ...
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... wind , And but one trembling nymph remains behind , - Beckoning them back in vain , for they are gone , And she is left in all that light alone ; No veil to curtain o'er her beauteous brow , In its young bashfulness more beauteous now ...
... wind , And but one trembling nymph remains behind , - Beckoning them back in vain , for they are gone , And she is left in all that light alone ; No veil to curtain o'er her beauteous brow , In its young bashfulness more beauteous now ...
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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...