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The gem That sparkles in your hair imprisons light Drunk in the flaming Orient ;
and gold Waits on the bidding of those girlish lips In measure that Aladdin never
knew Yet was I - lowly born ! ISIDORE . Lord Ivon ! LORD IVON . Ay , You wonder
...
The gem That sparkles in your hair imprisons light Drunk in the flaming Orient ;
and gold Waits on the bidding of those girlish lips In measure that Aladdin never
knew Yet was I - lowly born ! ISIDORE . Lord Ivon ! LORD IVON . Ay , You wonder
...
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Muttered the dying scholar , and he dashed The tangled hair from his black eyes
away , And , seizing on Ben Khorat ' s mantle - folds , He struggled to his feet ,
and falling prone Upon the window - ledge , gazed steadfastly Into the East ...
Muttered the dying scholar , and he dashed The tangled hair from his black eyes
away , And , seizing on Ben Khorat ' s mantle - folds , He struggled to his feet ,
and falling prone Upon the window - ledge , gazed steadfastly Into the East ...
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His hair was parted meekly on his brow , And the long curls from off his shoulders
fell As he leaned forward earnestly , and still The same calm cadence ,
passionless and deep , And in his looks the same mild majesty , And in his mien
the ...
His hair was parted meekly on his brow , And the long curls from off his shoulders
fell As he leaned forward earnestly , and still The same calm cadence ,
passionless and deep , And in his looks the same mild majesty , And in his mien
the ...
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His hair was yet unshorn , and silken curls Were floating round the tassels as
they swayed To the admitted air , as glossy now As when , in hours of gentle
dalliance , bathing The snowy fingers of Judea ' s daughters . His helm was at his
feet ...
His hair was yet unshorn , and silken curls Were floating round the tassels as
they swayed To the admitted air , as glossy now As when , in hours of gentle
dalliance , bathing The snowy fingers of Judea ' s daughters . His helm was at his
feet ...
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The air Is like a breathing from a rarer world ; And the south wind is like a gentle
friend , Parting the hair so softly on my brow . It has come over gardens , and the
flowers That kissed it are betrayed ; for as it parts , With its invisible fingers , my ...
The air Is like a breathing from a rarer world ; And the south wind is like a gentle
friend , Parting the hair so softly on my brow . It has come over gardens , and the
flowers That kissed it are betrayed ; for as it parts , With its invisible fingers , my ...
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| Заглавие | Melanie and Other Poems |
| Автор | Nathaniel Parker Willis |
| Издание | 2 |
| Издател | Saunders and Otley, 1837 |
| Оригиналът е от | Нюйоркската обществена библиотека |
| Цифровизирана на | 11 Дек 2006 |
| Брой страници | 242 страници |
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