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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 plann'd 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 plann'd to grace this hour ? Not such the pageant now , though ...
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... wind In th ' open banners play'd , and from behind Those Persian hangings , that but ill could screen The haram's loveliness , white hands were seen Waving embroider'd scarves , whose motion gave " And when we said unto the angels ...
... wind In th ' open banners play'd , and from behind Those Persian hangings , that but ill could screen The haram's loveliness , white hands were seen Waving embroider'd scarves , whose motion gave " And when we said unto the angels ...
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... winds through a fence Of Kerzrah flowers , came fill'd with pestilence : * So boldly utter'd too ! as if all dread of ... wind , which in June or July passes over that flower ( the Kerzereh ) it will kill him . " - Thevenot . " And sunk ...
... winds through a fence Of Kerzrah flowers , came fill'd with pestilence : * So boldly utter'd too ! as if all dread of ... wind , which in June or July passes over that flower ( the Kerzereh ) it will kill him . " - Thevenot . " And sunk ...
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... wind , And but one trembling nymph remains behind , Beck'ning 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 , Beck'ning 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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... wind pro- ceeding from the throne of God , as often as the blessed wish for music . " - Sale . † The blue lotos , which grows in Cashmere and in Persia . Hail to thee , hail to thee , kindling power THE VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN . 59.
... wind pro- ceeding from the throne of God , as often as the blessed wish for music . " - Sale . † The blue lotos , which grows in Cashmere and in Persia . Hail to thee , hail to thee , kindling power THE VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN . 59.
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angels Arab beautiful beneath bird blest bliss blood bowers breath 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 fire flame flowers gardens Ghebers gleam glory gold golden HAFED Haram hath heart heaven holy hour hung Indian IRAN's Khorassan King Koran Lake LALLA ROOKH light lips look look'd lov'd lover lute maid MOKANNA moonlight Moslem mountain Naptha never night NOURMAHAL o'er pass'd PERI Persian Persian Gulf poet princess pure round ruin'd Scott Waring seem'd shade sherbets shining shone sigh skies slave sleep smile soul sound sparkling spirit star stood sunk sweet sword Tahmuras tears thee thine thou thought throne Tibet towers tree turn'd Twas veil wave Waved plates wild wings wretch YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY young youth ZELICA
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Page 57 - And a dew was distill'd from their flowers that gave All the fragrance of summer, when summer was gone. Thus memory draws from delight, ere it dies, , An essence that breathes of it many a year ; Thus bright to my soul, as 'twas then to my eyes, Is that bower on the banks of the calm Bendemeer...
Page 160 - 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 134 - And now — behold him kneeling there By the child's side, in humble prayer, While the same sunbeam shines upon The guilty and the guiltless one, And hymns of joy proclaim through Heaven The triumph of a Soul Forgiven...
Page 129 - Now, upon SYRIA'S land of roses Softly the light of eve reposes, And, like a glory, the broad sun Hangs over sainted LEBANON ; Whose head in wintry grandeur towers, And whitens with eternal sleet, While summer, in a vale of flowers, Is sleeping rosy at his feet.
Page 252 - Alas — how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love ! Hearts that the world in vain has tried, And sorrow but more closely tied ; That stood the storm when waves were rough, Yet in a sunny hour fall off, Like ships that have gone down at sea, When heaven was all tranquillity...
Page 118 - Downward the Peri turns her gaze, And, through the war-field's bloody haze Beholds a youthful warrior stand, Alone, beside his native river, — The red blade broken in his hand And the last arrow in his quiver. "Live," said the conqueror, " live to share The trophies and the crowns I bear ! " Silent that youthful warrior stood — Silent he pointed to the flood All crimson with his country's blood, Then sent his last remaining dart, For answer, to th
Page 130 - Banqueting through the flowery vales ; — And, Jordan, those sweet banks of thine, And woods, so full of nightingales ! But nought can charm the luckless Peri ; Her soul is sad — her wings are weary — Joyless she sees the sun look down On that great Temple, once his own, Whose lonely columns stand sublime, Flinging their shadows from on high, Like dials, which the wizard, Time, Had raised to count his ages by...
Page 121 - Those virgin lilies, all the night Bathing their beauties in the lake, That they may rise more fresh and bright, When their beloved sun's awake...
Page 189 - Sea fruits, that tempt the eye, But turn to ashes on the lips ! His country's curse, his children's shame. Outcast of virtue, peace, and fame. May he, at last, with lips of flame On the parch'd desert thirsting die, — While lakes that shone in mockery nigh Are fading off...
Page 126 - I'd shed it all, To give thy brow one minute's calm. Nay, turn not from me that dear face — Am I not thine — thy own loved bride — The one, the chosen one, whose place In life or death is by thy side ! • Think'st thou that she, whose only light, In this dim world, from thee hath shone, Could bear the long, the cheerless night, That must be hers, when thou art gone ? That I can live, and let thee go, Who art my life itself? — No, no — When the stem dies, the leaf that grew Out of its heart...