The Zenana: And Minor PoemsFisher, Son, & Company, London; Quai de L'Ecole, Paris, 1839 - 335 páginas |
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amid bear beauty beneath beside breath bride bright brow Cape Coast Castle cheek child cold colour crimson crowded street dark dead dear death deep delight despair dream drooping earth eyes fair fancies fear feel feet Fling float flowers flung fountain fragrant friends gaze George Maclean glittering gloom glorious Golconda Golconda's ancient kings gold golden grave green hair hath haunted heart heaven Hindoo hope hour human lady life's light lonely look loveliest lute maiden melancholy Melusine mighty Moorish morning mournful Murad Nadira never night numbers o'er pale past peepul purple RAKI rose round shade shadow shadow falls sherbet shining silvery singing Sir Lancelot SIR ROBERT PEEL sleep song sorrow soul spirit summer sunshine sweet tears thee thine thou hast thought tomb Trevor Park Twas voice wandering watch wave weary weep wild wind words young youth ZENANA
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