This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1817* Excerpt: ...with their crystal bells Ringing in that ambrosial breeze That from the throne of Alla swells And she can see the starry bowls That He around that lucid lake, Upon whose banks admitted Souls Their first sweet draught of glory takeI f But, ah 1 even Penis'tiopes are vain--Again the Fates forbade, again 'id the East, ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1817* Excerpt: ...with their crystal bells Ringing in that ambrosial breeze That from the throne of Alla swells And she can see the starry bowls That He around that lucid lake, Upon whose banks admitted Souls Their first sweet draught of glory takeI f But, ah 1 even Penis'tiopes are vain--Again the Fates forbade, again 'id the East, they suppose the Phoenix to have fifty orifices ln hit bill, which are continued to his tail; and that, after livinfrone thousand yean, he bnilds himself a funeral pile, sinya a melodious air of different harmonics through his fifty organ ptpes, flapn his winn with a velocity whtch sel fire to the wood, and consumes himself Xickardaon. t n On the shores of a qnadrnnruler lake stand a thousand roblets, made or stars, out of which souls predestined to enloy felicity drink the crystal From CAnteaubrtanJ's Description of the Mahometan Pmdise Beauties nf r7/, r' The' immortal barricr closed--. Jj0( yei The aiigel said as, with regret, lie shut from her that glimpse of glory--True was the maiden, and her story, Written in light o'er Alla's head, By seraph eyes shall long he read. But, Peei, see--the crystal bar Of Eden moves not--holicr far Than even this sigh the boon must be That opes the Gates of Heaven for thee.' Now, upon Svnia's land of rosea Softly the light of Eve reposes, And, like a glory, the broad sun Hangs over sainted Leoanon; "Whose head in wintry grandeur towers, And whitens with eternal sleet, While summer, in a vale of flowers, Is sleeping rosy at his feet. To one, who looked from upper air O'er all the' euchanted regions there. How beauteous must have been the glow, The life, the sparkling from below I Fair gardens, shining streams, with ranks Of golden melons on their hanks. More golden where the sunlight falls;--Gay lizards, ...
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