The British Poets, 6. kötetLittle, Brown & Company, 1865 |
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angels Arab beautiful beneath bird blest bliss blood bower breath breath'd bright brow burning Caliph called Cashmere charm cheek D'Herbelot dark dead dear death deep Delhi divine dread dream e'er earth ev'n eyes FADLADEEN fair falchion fall FERAMORZ Ferdosi Ferishta fire flame flowers fond GAZNA Genii Ghebers glory Greek fire HAFED Haram hath heart heaven holy hour hung hyænas IRAN's Khorassan Koran La Péri Lake LALLA ROOKH light lips look look'd lost lov'd lover lute maid MOKANNA moonlight mountain Naphtha ne'er never night NOURMAHAL o'er once Paradise pass'd PERI Persian poet Princess pure round seem'd shining Shiraz shone sigh skies slave sleep smile song soul sound sparkling spirit star stood story sweet sword Tahmuras thee thine thou thought throne Tibet tree turn'd Twas veil voice wave wild wings wonder young youth ZELICA Zoroaster
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226. oldal - How calm, how beautiful comes on The stilly hour, when storms are gone ; When warring winds have died away, And clouds, beneath the glancing ray, Melt off, and leave the land and sea Sleeping in bright tranquillity...
162. oldal - Joy, joy for ever ! my task is done — " The Gates are pass'd, and Heaven is won ! " Oh ! am I not happy ? I am, I am — " To thee, sweet Eden ! how dark and sad " Are the diamond turrets of SHADUKIAM...
160. oldal - Lisping th' eternal name of God From Purity's own cherub mouth, And looking, while his hands and eyes Are lifted to the glowing skies, Like a stray babe of Paradise, Just lighted on that flowery plain, And seeking for its home again...
200. oldal - Rebellion ! foul, dishonouring word, Whose wrongful blight so oft has stain'd The holiest cause that tongue or sword Of mortal ever lost or gain'd. How many a spirit, born to bless, Hath sunk beneath that withering name, Whom but a day's, an hour's success Had wafted to eternal fame...
150. oldal - Just then beneath some orange trees, Whose fruit and blossoms in the breeze Were wantoning together, free, Like age at play with infancy — Beneath that fresh and springing bower, Close by the lake she heard the moan Of one who at this silent hour, Had thither...
159. oldal - Soften'd his spirit) look'd and lay, Watching the rosy infant's play : — Though still, whene'er his eye by chance Fell on the boy's, its lurid glance Met that unclouded, joyous gaze, As torches, that have burnt all night Through some impure and godless rite, Encounter morning's glorious rays. But, hark ! the vesper call to prayer, As slow the orb of daylight sets, Is rising sweetly on the air, From SYRIA'S thousand minarets...
186. oldal - How sweetly," said the trembling maid, Of her own gentle voice afraid, So long had they in silence stood, Looking upon that tranquil flood — • " How sweetly does the moon-beam smile " To-night upon yon leafy isle ! " Oft, in my fancy's wanderings,
139. oldal - PARADISE AND THE PERI. ONE morn a Peri at the gate Of Eden stood, disconsolate ; And as she listened to the Springs Of Life within, like music flowing, And caught the light upon her wings Through the half-open portal glowing, She wept to think her recreant race Should e'er have lost that glorious place !
232. oldal - Blest power of sunshine ! genial day, What balm, what life is in thy ray ! To feel thee is such real bliss, That had the world no joy but this, To sit in sunshine calm and sweet, — It were a world too exquisite For man to leave it for the gloom, The deep, cold shadow of the tomb...
267. oldal - With every thing beauteous that grows in the deep ; Each flower of the rock and each gem of the billow Shall sweeten thy bed and illumine thy sleep. Around thee shall glisten the loveliest amber That ever the sorrowing sea-bird has wept ; With many a shell, in whose hollow-wreath'd chamber, We, Peris of Ocean, by moonlight have slept.