Lalla Rookh: An Oriental RomanceLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1817 - 405 páginas The daughter of the Mughal emperor is engaged to the young king of Bactria. She goes to meet him, but falls in love with a poet she meets on the way. As Lalla Rookh enters the palace of her bridegroom she is delighted to find that the poet of her affection was none other than the prince to whom she was engaged. |
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... hath plac'd you there ? Or that the loves of this light world could bind , In their gross chain , your Prophet's soaring mind ? s Pichula , used anciently for arrows by the Persians . -- No - wrongful thought ! -commission'd from above ...
... hath plac'd you there ? Or that the loves of this light world could bind , In their gross chain , your Prophet's soaring mind ? s Pichula , used anciently for arrows by the Persians . -- No - wrongful thought ! -commission'd from above ...
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... hath the Prophet - Chief his bidding done ; And every beauteous race beneath the sun , From those who kneel at BRAHMA's burning founts , " To the fresh nymphs bounding o'er YEMEN's mounts ; From PERSIA's eyes of full and fawn - like ray ...
... hath the Prophet - Chief his bidding done ; And every beauteous race beneath the sun , From those who kneel at BRAHMA's burning founts , " To the fresh nymphs bounding o'er YEMEN's mounts ; From PERSIA's eyes of full and fawn - like ray ...
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... Hath the bold Prophet plann'd to grace this hour ? Not such the pageant now , though not less proud , Yon / warrior youth , advancing from the crowd , With silver bow , with belt of broider'd crape , And fur - bound bonnet of Bucharian ...
... Hath the bold Prophet plann'd to grace this hour ? Not such the pageant now , though not less proud , Yon / warrior youth , advancing from the crowd , With silver bow , with belt of broider'd crape , And fur - bound bonnet of Bucharian ...
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... hath spoken Since the sad day its master - chord was broken ! Fond maid , the sorrow of her soul was such , Ev'n reason sunk blighted beneath its touch ; And though , ere long , her sanguine spirit rose 22 LALLA ROOKH .
... hath spoken Since the sad day its master - chord was broken ! Fond maid , the sorrow of her soul was such , Ev'n reason sunk blighted beneath its touch ; And though , ere long , her sanguine spirit rose 22 LALLA ROOKH .
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... of whose unholy flame Thou wert too soon the victim , — shining came - From Paradise , to people its pure sphere With souls like thine , which he hath ruin'd here ! No - had not reason's light totally set , And 24 LALLA ROOKH .
... of whose unholy flame Thou wert too soon the victim , — shining came - From Paradise , to people its pure sphere With souls like thine , which he hath ruin'd here ! No - had not reason's light totally set , And 24 LALLA ROOKH .
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angels Arab AZIM beautiful beneath bird blest bliss blood bowers breath breath'd bright brow burning Caliph called Cashmere charm cheek D'Herbelot dark dead dear death deep Delhi dread dream e'er earth ev'n eyes FADLADEEN falchion FERAMORZ Ferdosi Ferishta fire flame flowers gardens GAZNA Ghebers gleam glory gold golden Greek fire HAFED Haram hath heart heaven holy hour hung hyæna India 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 PERI Persian Princess pure round Scott Waring seem'd shade sherbets shining SHIRAZ shone sigh skies slave sleep smile soul sound sparkling spirit star stood sunk sweet sword tears thee thine thou throne Tibet Transoxiania tree turn'd twas veil warm wave Waved plates wild wings wretch young youth ZELICA
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