Library of the world's best literature, ancient and modern . e I left a portion of my soul. FROM <THE ANCESTORS) SHE is fair as a spirit of light,That floats in the ether on high,And her eye beams as kindly and brightAs the sun in the azure-tinged lips of her lover join hers Like the meeting of flame with flame,And as sweet as the voice of two lutesWhich one harmony weds the same. FROM No PALMS are seen with their green white-crested desert tents are there;But his brow is shaded by the sky,That flingeth aloft its canopy;The mighty rocks lie now at rest,And the stars move sl
Library of the world's best literature, ancient and modern . e I left a portion of my soul. FROM <THE ANCESTORS) SHE is fair as a spirit of light,That floats in the ether on high,And her eye beams as kindly and brightAs the sun in the azure-tinged lips of her lover join hers Like the meeting of flame with flame,And as sweet as the voice of two lutesWhich one harmony weds the same. FROM No PALMS are seen with their green white-crested desert tents are there;But his brow is shaded by the sky,That flingeth aloft its canopy;The mighty rocks lie now at rest,And the stars move slowly on heavens breast. My Arab steed is black —Black as the tempest cloud that fliesAcross the dark and muttering skies. And leaves a gloomy hoofs are shod with lightnings glare;I give the winds his flowing mane,And spur him smoking oer the plain;And none from earth or heaven dare My path to chase in as my barb like lightning flies,I gaze upon the moonlit see the stars with golden eyes Look down upon the I0007
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