 | 1828 - Страниц: 778
...Avez-vous vu la reinc de 1'aurore? Daughter of Eastern art, the most divine — Lovely, yet faithless hride of Constantine — Fair Istamboul, whose tranquil...sail — Like as in festive scene, some sudden light Rises in clouds of stars upon the night. Struck by a splendour never seen before, Drunk with the perfumes... | |
 | TREUTTEL - 1828 - Страниц: 794
...of gold dissolve in skies of blue, • " Avez-vousvu la ceinede 1'aurore? Daughter of Eastern art, the most divine — Lovely, yet faithless bride of...half-blinded, fail, While sweeps the phantasm past our gliding sailLike as in festive scene, some sudden light Rises in clouds of stars upon the night. Struck by... | |
 | 1829 - Страниц: 466
...of Eastern art, the most divine — Lovely yet faithless bride of Constantiue — Fair Istaraboul, whose tranquil mirror flings Back with delight thy...sail — Like as in festive scene some sudden light Rises in clouds of stars upon the night. Struck by a splendour never seen before, Drunk with the perfumes... | |
 | R. T. Claridge - 1837 - Страниц: 268
...; the minarets snowy hue, And gleams of gold dissolve on skies of blue ; Daughter of Eastern art ! the most divine, Lovely, yet faithless bride of Constantine....pictured thus below ! Dazzled — amazed — our eyes, half blinded, fail, While sweeps the phantasm past our gliding sail. I. Topography, Population, and... | |
 | Pierre Lebrun - 1844 - Страниц: 464
...tranquil mirror flings Back with delight thy thousand colourings , And who no equal in the world doth know, Save thy own image pictured thus below! Dazzled.... While sweeps the phantasm past our gliding sail . I.ike, as in festive scene. some sudden lighl Rises in cloiuls of stars upon tho nighl. Stnick by... | |
 | Robert Kemp Philp - Страниц: 464
...shades the minaret's snowy hue. And gleams of gold dissolve in skies of blue, Daughter of Eastern art, the most divine — Lovely, yet faithless bride of...sail — Like as in festive scene, some sudden light Rises in clouds of stars upon the night. Struck by a splendour never seen before, Drunk with the perfumes... | |
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Where eypress shades the minaret's snowy hue. And gleams of gold dissolve in skies of blue, Daughter of Eastern art, the most divine — Lovely, yet faithless bride of Constantine — Fair Istamboul, whose tranquil mirror flings Back with delight thy... 