Lalla Rookh: An Oriental RomanceLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1817 - 405 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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... d , With shouts of " ALLA ! " echoing long and loud ; While high in air , above the Prophet's head , Hundreds of banners , to the sunbeam spread , } Wav'd , like the wings of the white birds that THE VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN . 15.
... d , With shouts of " ALLA ! " echoing long and loud ; While high in air , above the Prophet's head , Hundreds of banners , to the sunbeam spread , } Wav'd , like the wings of the white birds that THE VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN . 15.
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... birds that fan The flying throne of star - taught SOLIMAN ! Then thus he spoke : - " Stranger , though new the frame Thy soul inhabits now , I've track'd its flame " For many an age , in every chance and change " Of that Existence ...
... birds that fan The flying throne of star - taught SOLIMAN ! Then thus he spoke : - " Stranger , though new the frame Thy soul inhabits now , I've track'd its flame " For many an age , in every chance and change " Of that Existence ...
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... Light , lovely limbs , to which the spirit's play Gave motion , airy as the dancing spray , When from its stem the small bird wings away ! Lips in whose rosy labyrinth , when she smil'd , THE VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSÄN . 27 27.
... Light , lovely limbs , to which the spirit's play Gave motion , airy as the dancing spray , When from its stem the small bird wings away ! Lips in whose rosy labyrinth , when she smil'd , THE VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSÄN . 27 27.
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... and white as sea - birds o'er the deep ! — • All shall combine their witching powers to steep " My convert's spirit in that softening trance , " D 4 THE VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN . 39 "There is a youth-why start?—thou ...
... and white as sea - birds o'er the deep ! — • All shall combine their witching powers to steep " My convert's spirit in that softening trance , " D 4 THE VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN . 39 "There is a youth-why start?—thou ...
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... bird , that dares with teazing hum " Within the crocodile's stretch'd jaws to come ! 8 8 The ancient story concerning the Trochilus , or humming - bird , entering with impunity into the mouth of the crocodile , is firmly believed at ...
... bird , that dares with teazing hum " Within the crocodile's stretch'd jaws to come ! 8 8 The ancient story concerning the Trochilus , or humming - bird , entering with impunity into the mouth of the crocodile , is firmly believed at ...
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angels Arab 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 delightful 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 seem'd shade shining SHIRAZ shone sigh skies slave sleep smile soul sound sparkling spirit star stood sunk sweet sword Tahmuras tears thee thine thou throne Tibet Transoxiania tree turn'd twas veil voice warm wave Waved plates wild wings wretch young youth ZELICA
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