The Curse of Kehama, Volum 1Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1811 - 215 pàgines |
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Pàgina 3
... hear no more the trumpet's tone , You hear no more the mourner's moan , Tho ' the trumpet's breath , and the dirge of death , Mingle and swell the funeral yell . But rising over all in one acclain Is heard the echoed and re - echoed ...
... hear no more the trumpet's tone , You hear no more the mourner's moan , Tho ' the trumpet's breath , and the dirge of death , Mingle and swell the funeral yell . But rising over all in one acclain Is heard the echoed and re - echoed ...
Pàgina 9
... hear her cries , all other sound ... In that wild dissonance is drown'd ; ... But in her face you see The supplication and the agony , ... A See in her swelling throat the desperate strength That with vain effort struggles yet for life ...
... hear her cries , all other sound ... In that wild dissonance is drown'd ; ... But in her face you see The supplication and the agony , ... A See in her swelling throat the desperate strength That with vain effort struggles yet for life ...
Pàgina 20
... hear me , And know thee and fly thee ; And the Winds shall not touch thee When they pass by thee , And the Dews shall not wet thee , When they fall nigh thee : And thou shalt seek Death " To release thee , in vain ; Thou shalt live in ...
... hear me , And know thee and fly thee ; And the Winds shall not touch thee When they pass by thee , And the Dews shall not wet thee , When they fall nigh thee : And thou shalt seek Death " To release thee , in vain ; Thou shalt live in ...
Pàgina 31
... hear it not , they feel it not , It murmurs not , it moves not . The boatman , as he looks to land , Admires what men so mad to linger there , For yonder Cocoa's shade behind them falls , A single spot upon the burning sand . There all ...
... hear it not , they feel it not , It murmurs not , it moves not . The boatman , as he looks to land , Admires what men so mad to linger there , For yonder Cocoa's shade behind them falls , A single spot upon the burning sand . There all ...
Pàgina 39
... hears The gale of evening blowing , The sound of waters flowing , As if all sights and sounds combin'd , To mock his irremediable woe ; For not for him the blessed waters flow , For not for him the gales of evening blow , A fire is in ...
... hears The gale of evening blowing , The sound of waters flowing , As if all sights and sounds combin'd , To mock his irremediable woe ; For not for him the blessed waters flow , For not for him the gales of evening blow , A fire is in ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
Apsaras arms Arvalan ashes Asuras austerities beautiful behold Bhugee-rutha blessed Bower Brahman Bramins burning burning stream called CASYAPA celestial chief chief of men clouds cried Curse Daityas daugh daughter dead death delight descending descent of Gunga Deveta divine dread earth elephant Ereenia eyes Father fear fire flame flow flowers funeral Ganges Glendoveer Goddess gods Golden Palaces hand hath head heard heart heavenly Hindoo holy horse hour immortal Indra Kailyal Kehama king Ladurlad light Lorrinite Mahadeo Maid Marriataly Meru mighty moon mortal mountain nigh night o'er Parvati performed PIETRO DELLA Valle pile Pishachas Platanus Rachas Rajah Rama ribs river round Rughoo sacred sacrifice sage Sambara Seeva Ship of Heaven sight silent Sire sons of Sugura soul sound spirit stood stream Suras Swerga thee thine thou thought thousand sons throne tree turn'd Veeshnoo vengeance wandering winds wings wretched
Passatges populars
Pàgina 107 - They sin who tell us Love can die. With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell ; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth...
Pàgina 108 - Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth ; Too oft on Earth a troubled guest, At times deceived, at times opprest, It here is tried and purified, Then hath in Heaven its perfect rest : It soweth here with toil and care, But the harvest time of Love is there.
Pàgina 2 - tis the funeral trumpet's breath! 'Tis the dirge of death ! At once ten thousand drums begin With one long thunder-peal the ear assailing ; Ten thousand voices then join in, And with one deep and general din Pour their wild wailing. The song of praise is...
Pàgina 160 - Confined to these straight instruments of sense, More dull and narrowly doth operate; At this hole hears, — the sight must ray from thence, — Here tastes, there smells: but when she's gone from hence. Like naked lamp she is one shining sphere, And round about has perfect cognoscence; Whate'er in her horizon doth appear, She is one orb of sense, all eye, all airy ear.
Pàgina 67 - And now toward its port the Ship of Heaven, Swift as a falling meteor, shapes its flight, Yet gently as the dews of night that gem, And do not bend, the harebell's slenderest stem.
Pàgina 20 - And thou shalt seek Death ^ To release thee, in vain ; Thou shalt live in thy pain, While Kehama shall reign, . With a fire in thy heart, And a fire in thy brain ; And sleep shall obey me, And visit thee never, And the curse shall be on thee For ever and ever.
Pàgina 108 - At times deceived, at times opprest, It here is tried and purified, Then hath in heaven its perfect rest : It soweth here with toil and care, But the harvest-time of Love is there. Oh ! when a mother meets on high The babe she lost in infancy, Hath she not then, for pains and fears, The day of woe, the watchful night, For all her sorrow, all her tears, An over-payment of delight ? THE HOLLY TREE.
Pàgina 260 - The soul itself is its own witness ; the soul itself is its own refuge; offend not thy conscious soul, the supreme internal witness of men ! . . The sinful have said in their hearts, none see us. Yes, the gods distinctly see them, and so does the spirit within their breasts...
Pàgina 9 - But in her face you see The supplication and the agony, . . See in her swelling throat the desperate strength That with vain effort struggles yet for life; Her arms contracted now in fruitless strife Now wildly at full length Towards the crowd in vain for pity spread, . . They force her on, they bind her to the dead.
Pàgina 155 - Let her continue till death forgiving all injuries, performing harsh duties, avoiding every sensual pleasure, and cheerfully practising the incomparable rules of virtue, which have been followed by such women, as were devoted to one only husband.