 | Edmund Burke - 1819 - 822 pagini
...crimson now her rivers ran With human blood — the smell of death Came reeking from those spicy bowers, And man, the sacrifice of man, Mingled his taint with every breath U p wafted from the innocent flowers ! Land of the Sun ! what foot invades Thy Pagods and thy pillar'd... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1817 - 374 pagini
...crimson now her rivers ran With human blood—the smell of death Came reeking from those spicy bowers, And man, the sacrifice of man, Mingled his taint with...Land of the Sun! what foot invades Thy Pagods and thy pillar' d shades— Thy cavern shrines, and Idol stones, Thy Monarchs and their thousand Thrones? "Tis... | |
 | 1818 - 798 pagini
...crimson now her rivers ran With human blood — the smell of death Came reeking from those spicy bowers, And man, the sacrifice of man, Mingled his taint with...Idol stones, Thy Monarchs and their thousand Thrones 1 "fis He of GAZNA — fierce in wrath He comes, and INDIA'S diadems Lie scatter'd in his ruinous path.... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1825 - 326 pagini
...the smell of death Came reeking from those spicy howers, And man, the sacrafice of man, Mingled Ilia taint with every breath Upwafted from the innocent flowers ! Land of the Sun 1 what foot invades Thy Pagods and thy pillar'd shades — Thy cavern shrines, and Idiil stones, Thy... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1827 - 426 pagini
...crimson now her rivers ran With human blood — the smell of death Came reeking from those spicy bowers. And man, the sacrifice of man. Mingled his taint with...breath Upwafted from the innocent flowers! Land of (lie Sun! wh.it foot invades Thy pa gods and thy pillard shades — Thy mou. m lis and their thousand... | |
 | 1828 - 814 pagini
...blood — the smell of death Came reeking from those spicy bowers, And man, the sacrifice of n«m, Mingled his taint with every breath Upwafted from...of the sun ! what foot invades Thy Pagods and thy pillared shades, — Thy cavern shrines and idol stones, Thy monarchs and their thousand thrones ?... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1829 - 456 pagini
...crimson now her rivers ran With human blood — the smell of death Came reeking from t hose spicy bowers, And man, the sacrifice of man, Mingled his taint with every breath L*p wafted from the innocent flower*! Land of the Sun ! what font invades Thy pagods and thy piMar'd... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1832 - 482 pagini
...now her rivers ran • With human blood — the smell of death Came reeking from those spicy bowers, And man, the sacrifice of man, Mingled his taint with...Thy Monarchs and their thousand Thrones ? 'Tis He of GAZYA ! * — fierce in wrath He comes, and INDIA'S diadems Lie scatter'd in his ruinous path. —... | |
 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - 1832 - 706 pagini
...crimson now her rivers ran With human blood — the smell of death Came reeking from those sjucy bowers, And man, the -sacrifice of man, Mingled his taint...innocent flowers! Land of the Sun! what foot invades Thy Pagodg and thy pillar'd shades! Thy cavern shrines , and Idol stones, Thy Monarch« and their thousand... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1835 - 440 pagini
...cnmson now her rivers ran With human blood — the smell of death Came reeking from those spicy bowers, And man, the sacrifice of man, Mingled his taint with...flowers ! Land of the Sun ! what foot invades Thy pagorts and thy pillar'd shades — 1 " The Mahometans suppose that falling stars are Hie firebrands... | |
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Whose rivulets are like rich brides, Lovely, with gold beneath their tides ; Whose sandal groves and bowers of spice Might be a Peri's Paradise ! But crimson now her rivers ran With human blood — the smell of death Came reeking from those spicy bowers,... 
