...an earthly grave, " This breaking heart and throbbing head " Should seek and share her narrow bed. " She was a form of life and light, " That, seen, became a part of sight; " And rose, where'er I turn'd mine eye, " The Morning-star of Memory ! " Yes, Love indeed is light...

...Forgive, and deign to hear, the Muse, That pours her song for thee alone ! 58 POEMS ADDRESSED TO CORINNA. She was a form of life and light, That, seen, became a part of sight; And rose, where'er I turn'd mine eye, The morning star of memory ! BYRON. I scarcely dar'd, at no far...

...her toes and ankles. Gold and silver gave splendour to her dress: in short, in the impassioned phrase of Lord Byron, and perhaps with less of poetical hyperbole—...generally at a much earlier period of life; but in Yamma's case, the young man to whom she was affianced had been detained at Surat nearly two years,...

...her toes and ankles. Gold and silver gave splendour to her dress: in short, in the impassioned phrase of Lord Byron, and perhaps with less of poetical hyperbole—...generally at a much earlier period of life; but in Yamma's case, the young man to whom she was affianced had been detained at Surat nearly two years,...

...toes and ankles. Gold and silver gave splendour to her dress : in short, in the impassioned phrase of Lord Byron, and perhaps with less of poetical hyperbole...old, an age at which the female figure attains the round perfection of beautiful ripeness in India. Indeed marriage takes place generally at a much earlier...

...toes and ankles. Gold and silver gave splendour to her dress : in short, in the impassioned phrase of Lord Byron, and perhaps with less of poetical hyperbole...She was a form of life and light, That seen became a pan of sight." This charming young Parsee, or Peri, was about fourteen years old, an age at which the...

...but an earthly grave, This breaking heart and throbbing head Should seek and share her narrow bed. She was a form of life and light, That, seen, became a part of sight; And rose, where'er I turn'd mine eve, The morning-star of memory ! « Yes, love indeed is light from...

...but an earthly grave, This breaking heart and throbbing head Should seek and share her narrow bed. She was a form of life and light, That, seen, became a part of sight ; And rose, where'er I turned mine eye The Morning-stsr of Memory ! Yes, love indeed is liijht from...

...but an earthly grave, This breaking heart and throbbing head .Should seek and share her narrow bed. She was a form of life and light. That, seen, became a part of sight ; And rose where'er I turn'd mine eye. The Morning-star of Memory ! Yes, Love indeed is light from...

...but an earthly grave, This breaking heart and throbbing bead Should seek and share her narrow bed. She was a form of life and light, That, seen, became a part of sight ; And rose where'er I tin n il mine eye, The Morning-star of Memory ! Yes, Love indeed is light In....