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To write upon all is an author's sole chance For attaining, at last, the least knowledge of any. - Humorous and Satirical Poems--Literary Advertisement [Authorship] To live with them is far less sweet, Than to remember thee! - I Saw Thy Form in Youthful Prime [Memory : Proverbs] 'Twas noon; and every orange bud Hung lanquid o'er the crystal flood, Faint as the lids of maiden eyes Beneath a lover's burning sighs! - I Stole Along the Flowery Bank [Oranges] But soon, the prospect clearing, By cloudless starlight on he treads And thinks no lamp so cheering As that light which Heaven sheds. - I'd Mourn the Hopes [Stars] If I were yonder orange-tree And thou the blossom blooming there, I would not yield a breath of thee To scent the most imploring air! - If I Were Yonder Wave, My Dear [Oranges] If thou would'st have me sing and play As once I play'd and sung, First take this time-worn lute away, And bring one freshly strung. - If Thou Would'st Have Me Sing and Play [Music] And when once the heart of a maiden is stolen, The maiden herself will steal after it soon. - Ill Omens [Heart] A Persian's Heaven is eas'ly made, 'Tis but black eyes and lemonade. - Intercepted Letters (letter VI) [Heaven] Yes,--rather plunge me back in pagan night, And take my chance with Socrates for bliss, Than be the Christian of a faith like this, Which builds on heavenly cant its earthly sway, And in a convert mourns to lose a prey. - Intolerance (l. 68) [Christianity] Eyes of most unholy blue! - Irish Melodies--By that Lake whose Gloomy Shore [Eyes] Shall I ask the brave soldier, who fights by my side In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree? Shall I give up the friend I have valued and tried, If he kneel not before the same altar with me? From the heretic girl of my soul should I fly, To seek somewhere else a more orthodox kiss? No! perish the hearts, and the laws that try Truth, valour, or love, by a standard like this! - Irish Melodies--Come Send Round the Wine [Doctrine] Rich and rare were the gems she wore, And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore. - Irish Melodies--Rich and Rare were the Gems She Wore [Gold : Jewels] The moon looks On many brooks, The brook can see no moon but this. - Irish Melodies--While Gazing on the Moon's Light [Moon] Oh! ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay; I never loved a tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away. - Lalla Rookh--Fire Worshippers [Hope] Together kneeling, night and day, Thou, for my sake, at Allah's shrine, And I--at any God's for thine. - Lalla Rookh--Fire Worshippers (fourth division, l. 309) [Worship] Just prophet, let the damn'd one dwell Full in the sight of Paradise, Beholding heaven and feeling hell. - Lalla Rookh--Fire Worshippers (l. 1,028) [Punishment] 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. - Lalla Rookh--Fire Worshippers (st. 52) [Calmness : Peace : Proverbs] One of those passing rainbow dreams, Half light, half shade, which fancy's beams Paint on the fleeting mists that roll, In trance or slumber, round the soul! - Lalla Rookh--Fire Worshippers (st. 54) [Dreams] And the wind, full of wantonness, wooes like a lover The young aspen-trees till they tremble all over. - Lalla Rookh--Light of the Harem [Aspen] Anemones and seas of gold, And new-blown lilies of the river, And those sweet flow'rets that unfold Their buds on Camadera's quiver. - Lalla Rookh--Light of the Harem [Flowers] Our rocks are rough, but smiling there Th' acacia waves her yellow hair, Lonely and sweet, nor loved the less For flow'ring in a wilderness. - Lalla Rookh--Light of the Harem [Acacia] The basil tuft, that waves Its fragrant blossom over graves. - Lalla Rookh--Light of the Harem [Basil : Herbs] The humble rosemary Whose sweets so thanklessly are shed To scent the desert and the dead. - Lalla Rookh--Light of the Harem [Rosemaries] The tuberose, with her silvery light, That in the gardens of Malay Is call'd the Mistress of the Night, So like a bride, scented and bright; She comes out when the sun's away. - Lalla Rookh--Light of the Harem [Tuberose] There's a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has told, When two, that are link'd in one heavenly tie, With heart never changing, and brow never cold, Love on thro' all ills, and love on till they die. - Lalla Rookh--Light of the Harem [Matrimony] Displaying page 6 of 11 for this author: << Prev Next >> 1 2 3 4 5 [6] 7 8 9 10 11
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