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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... hours , which were devoted neither to the pillow nor the palankeen . There was a little Persian slave who sung sweetly to the Vina , and who , now and then , lulled the Princess to sleep with the ancient ditties of her country , about ...
... hours , which were devoted neither to the pillow nor the palankeen . There was a little Persian slave who sung sweetly to the Vina , and who , now and then , lulled the Princess to sleep with the ancient ditties of her country , about ...
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... 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 shape , So fiercely beautiful in form and ...
... 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 shape , So fiercely beautiful in form and ...
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... hour ; When thou didst study him , till every tone And gesture and dear look became thy own , Thy voice like his , the changes of his face In thine reflected with still lovelier grace , Like echo , sending back sweet music , fraught ...
... hour ; When thou didst study him , till every tone And gesture and dear look became thy own , Thy voice like his , the changes of his face In thine reflected with still lovelier grace , Like echo , sending back sweet music , fraught ...
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... hour , entirely , wildly given To him and she believ'd , lost maid ! -to heaven ; Her brain , her heart , her passions all inflam'd , How proud she stood , when in full Haram nam'd The Priestess of the Faith ! - how flash'd her eyes ...
... hour , entirely , wildly given To him and she believ'd , lost maid ! -to heaven ; Her brain , her heart , her passions all inflam'd , How proud she stood , when in full Haram nam'd The Priestess of the Faith ! - how flash'd her eyes ...
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... Hours of delight and peace , long left behind , With that dear form came rushing o'er her mind ; But oh ! to think how deep her soul had gone In shame and falsehood since those moments shone ; And , then , her oath there madness lay ...
... Hours of delight and peace , long left behind , With that dear form came rushing o'er her mind ; But oh ! to think how deep her soul had gone In shame and falsehood since those moments shone ; And , then , her oath there madness lay ...
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