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perfumes soothe the smell, his sounds ravish the picturesque effect - with such vividness of couear; but then they do so for and froin themselves, ception, such insatiable ambition after ornament, and at all times and places equally--for the heart and such an inexhaustible and delightful play of bas little to do with it. Hence we observe a fancy. Mr Moore is a colourist in poetry, a mukind of fastidious extravagance in Mr Moore's sician also, and has a heart full of tenderness and serious poetry. Each thing must be fine, soft, ex. susceptibility for all that is delightful and amiaquisite in itself, for it is never set off by reflec- ble in itself, and that does not require the ordeal tion or contrast. It glitters to the sense through of suffering, of crime, or of deep thought, to stamp the atmosphere of indifference. Our indolent it with a bold character. In this we conceive luxurious bard does not whet the appetite by set-consists the charm of his poetry, which all the ting us to hunt after the game of human passion, world feels, but which it is difficult to explain and is therefore obliged to hamper us with dain- scientifically, and in conformity to transcendant ties, seasoned with rich fancy and the sauce pi-rules. It has the charm of the softest and most quante of poetic diction. Poetry, in his hands, brilliant execution ; there is no wrinkle, no deforbecomes a kind of cosmetic art—it is the poetry of mity on its smooth and shining surface. It has the toilet. His muse must be as fine as the Lady of the charm which arises from the continual de- ! Loretto. Now, this principle of composition leads sire to please, and from the spontaneous sense not only to a defect of dramatic ivterest, but also of pleasure in the author's mind. Without beof imagination. For every thing in this world, the ing gross in the smallest degree, it is voluptuous meanest incidentor object, may receive a light and in the highest. It is a sort of sylph-like spirituan importance from its association with other ob- alised sensuality. So far from being licentious in jects, and with the heart of man; and the variety his Lalla fiookh, Mr Moore has become moral thus created is endless as it is striking and profound. and sentimental (indeed he was always the last), But if we begin and end in those objects that are and tantalizes his young and fair readers with beautiful or dazzling in themselves and at the first the glittering shadows and mystic adumbrablush, we shall soon be confined to a human re- tions of evanescent delights. He, iu fine, in his ward of self-pleasing topics, and be both superficial courtship of the Muses, resembles those lovers and wearisome. It is the fault of Mr Wordsworth’s who always say the softest things on all occasions ; poetry that he has perversely relied too much (or who smile with irresistible good humour at their wholly) on this reaction of the imagination on sub- own success; who banish pain and truth from jects that are petty and repulsive in themselves, their thoughts, and who impart the delight they and of Mr Moore's, that he appeals too exclusively feel in themselves unconsciously to others! Mr to the flattering support of sense and fancy. Se Moore's poetry is the thornless rose-its touch is condly, we have remarked that Mr Moore hardly velvet, its hue vermilion, and its graceful form is ever describes entire objects, but abstract quali- cast in beauty's mould. Lord Byron's, on the ties of objects. It is not a picture that he gives contrary, is a prickly bramble, or sometimes a us, but an inventing of beauty. He takes a blush, deadly upas, of form uncouth and uninviting, or a smile, and runs on whole stanzas in ecsta- that has its root in the clefts of the rock, and its tic praise of it, and then diverges to the sound head mocking the skies, that wars with the thunof a voice, and « discourses eloquent music» on der-cloud and tempest, and round which the loud the subject; but it might as well be the light of cataracts roar. heaven that he is describing, or the voice of We here conclude our Shetch of echo-We have no human figure before us, no

Anacreon Moore, palpable reality answering to any substantive

To whom the Lyre and Laurels have been given, form or nature. Heuce we think it may be ex- With all the trophies of triumphant song plained why it is that our author has so little He won them well, and may lue wear them long!

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LALLA ROOKH. through the streets groups of beautiful children went

strewing the most delicious tlowers around, as in that Persian festival called the Scattering of the Roses ;" till

every part of the city was as fragrant as if a caravan of In the eleventh year of the reign of Aurungrebe, Abdalla, musk from Khoten had passed through it. The Princess, king of the Lesser Bucharia, a lineal descendant from having taken leave of her kind father, who at parting the Great Zingis, having abdicated the throne in favour hung a cornelian of Yemen round her neck, on which of his son, set out on a pilgrimage to the Shrine of the was inscribed a verse from the Koran, --and having sent Prophet; and, passing into India through the delightful a considerable present to the Fakirs, wbo kept up the valley of Cashmere, rested for a short time at Delhi on Perpetual Lamp in her sister's tomb, meekly ascended his way. He was entertained by Aurungzebe in a style the palankeen prepared for her; and, while Aurungzebe of magnificent hospitality, worthy alike of the visitor stood to take a last look from his balcony, the procesand the host, and was afterwards escorted with the same sion moved slowly on the road to Lahore. splendour to Surat, where he embarked for Arabia. Seldom had the Eastern world seen a cavalcade so Duriog the stay of the royal pilgrim at Delhi, a marriage superb. From the gardens in the suburbs to the impewas agreed upon between the prince, his son, and the rial palace, it was one unbroken line of splendour. The youngest daughter of the emperor, Lalla Rookh;'-a gallant appearance of the Rajas aud Mogul lords, disprincess described by the poets of her time, as more tinguished by those insignia of the emperor's favour, beautiful than Leila, Shirine, Dewildé, or any of those the feathers of the egret of Cashmere in their turbans, heroines whose names and loves embellish the songs of and the small silver-rimmed kettle-drums at the bows of Persia and Hindostan. It was intended that the nuptials their saddles ;-the costly armour of their cavaliers, who should be celebrated at Cashmere; where the young vied, on this occasion, with the guards of the great king, as soon as the cares of empire would permit, was Keder Khan, in the brightness of their silver battle-axes, to meet, for the first time, his lovely bride, and, after a and the massiness of their maces of gold;- the glittering few months' repose in that enchanting valley, conduct of the gilt pine-apples on the tops of the palankeens;her over the snowy hills into Bucharia.

the embroidered trappings of the elephants, bearing on The day of Lalla Rookh's departure from Delhi was as their backs small turrets, in the shape of little antique splendid as sunshine and pageantry could make it. The temples, within which the ladies of Lalla Rooklı lay, as bazaars and baths were all covered with the richest it were, enshrined ;-the rose-coloured veils of the Printapestry; hundreds of gilded barges upon the Jumna cess's own sumptuous litter, at the front of which a fair floated with their banners shining in the water; while young female slave sat fanning her through the cur" Tulip Cheek.

" Gal Rearce.

tains, with feathers of the Argus pheasant's wing; reciting the stories of the cast, on whoin his royal master and the lovely troop of the Tartarian and Cashmerian had conferred the privilege of being admitted to the maids of bonour, whom the young king had sent to pavilion of the Princess, that he might help to beguile accompany his bride, and who rode on each side of the the tediousness of the journey by some of his most litter, upon small Arabian horses ;-all was brilliant, agrecable recitals. At the mention of a poet, Fadladeen tasteful, and magnificent, and pleased even the critical clevated liis critical eye-brows, and, having refreshed and fastidious Fudladeen, great Nazir or Chamberlain his faculties with a dose of that delicious opiun which of the Daram, who was borne in his palankeen imme- is distilled from the black poppy of the Thebais, gave diately after the Princess, and considered himself not orders for the iniustrel to be forthwith introduced into the Icast important personage of the pageant.


presence. Fadladeen was a judge of every thing, --from the The Princess, who had once in lier life seen a poet penciling of a Circassian's eye-lids to the deepest ques- from behind the screens of gauze in her father's hall, tions of science and literature; from the mixture of a and had conceived from that specimen no very favourconserve of rose-leaves to the composition of an epic able ideas of the caste, expected but little in this new poem: and such influence had his opinion upon the exhibition to interest ber ;--she felt inclined however various tastes of the day, that all the cooks and poets of to alter her opinion on the very first appearance of Delbi stood in awe of bim. His political conduct and Feramorz. lle was a youth about Lalla Rooklis own opinions were founded upon that line of Sadi, - age, and graceful as that idol of women, Cristina,'« Should the prince at noon-day say, It is night, declare such as he appears to their young imaginations, heroic, that you beliold the moon and stars »— And his zeal for beautiful, breathing music froin liis very eyes, and exreligion, of which Aurungzebe was a munificent pro- alting the religion of his worshippers into love. Ilis lector, was about as disinterested as that of the gold dress was simple, yet pot without some marks of costsmith who fell in love with the diamond eyes of the idol liness, and the ladies of the Princess were not long jo of Jazherpaut.

discovering that the cloth, which encircled bis high During the first days of their journey, Lalla Rookh, Tartarian cap, was of the most delicate kind that the who Juad passed all her life within the shadow of the shawl-goats of Tibet supply. Here and there, too, over royal gardens of Debi, found enough in the beauty of bis vest, which was confined by a flowered girdle of the scenery through which they passed to interest her Kaslian, bung serings of fine pearl, disposed with an air mind and delight her insazination; and wlien, at even- of studied negligence ;-nordid the exquisite embroidery ing or in the heat of the day, they turned off from the of his sandals escape the observation of these fair critics; ligha road to those retired and romantic places which who, however they might give way to Fadladeen upon had been selected for her encampments,—sometimes the unimport.mnt topics of religion and government, had ou the banks of a small rivulet, as clear as the waters the spirit of martyrs in every thing relating to such moof the Lake of Pearl; sometimes under the sacred shade mentous matters as jewels and embroidery. of a Banyan-tree, from which the view opened upon a For the purpose of relieving the pauses of recitation glade covered with antelopes; and often in those bid by music, the young Caslımerian held in his hand a deu, embowered spots, described by one from the Isles kitar;—such as, in old times, the Arab maids of the of the West, as places of melancholy, delight, and West used to listen to by moonlight in the gardens of safety, where all the company around was wild peacocks the Alhambra-and having premised, with much huand turtle-doves; »—she felt a charm in these scenes, so mility, that the story he was about to relate was founded lovely and so new lo her, which, for a time, made her on the adventures of that Veiled Prophet of Khorassan, indifferent to every other amusement. But Lalla Rooklı who, in the year of the Begira 163, created such alarm was young, and the young love variety; por could the thronghout the castero empire, made an obeisance to couversation of her ladies and the great chamberlain, the Princess, and thus began :Fadladeen (the only persons, of course, admitted to her pavilion), sufficiently enliven those many vacant hours, which were devoted neither to the pillow nor the palan- THE VEILED PROPHET OF keen. There was a little Persian slave who sung sweetly

KHORASSAN.? to the Vina, and who, now and then, lulled the Princess to sleep with the ancient ditties of her country, about We loves of Wamak and Ezra, the fair-haired Zal and his mistress Roxlalıver; not forgetting the combat of Rustam with the terrible White Demon. Atother times In that delightful Province of the Sun, she was amused by those yraceful dancing-girls of The first of Persian lands he shines upou, Dellii, who had been permitted by the Bramius of the Where, all the loveliest children of his beam, Great Pagoda to attend her, much to the horror of the

Flowrets and fruits blush over every stream, good Mussulman Fadladeen, who could see nothing And, firest of all streams, the Murya roves {caceful or agreeable in idolators, and to whom the Amoug Nerou's bright palaces and

groves;very tinkling of their golden anklets was an abomina- There on that throne, to which the blind belief tion.

Of millions raised him, sat the Prophet-Chief, But these and many other diversions were repeated The Veil, the Silver Veil, which he had tlung

The Great Mokapna, O'er his features hung til they lost all their charm, and the nights and noondays were beginning to move heavily, when, at length,

I The Indian Apalio. it was recollected that, among the attendants sent by

: Kuorasuan siguins, in the old Persian lincoape Province or fi the bridegroom, was a young port of Cashmere, inuch

gion of the sun. - Su W. Jones celebrated throughout the valley for liis manner of

1 On of the royal cities of horasan

In mercy there, to hide from mortal sight

Like tulip-beds, of different shape and dyes, His dazzling brow, till man could bear its light. Bending beneath the invisible West-wind's sigles ? For, far less luminous, his votaries said,

What new-made mystery now, for Faith to sign, Were even the gleams, miraculously shed

And blood to seal, as genuine and divine, O'er Moussa's cheek, when down the Mount he trod, What dazzliog mimickry of God's own power All glowing from the presence of his God!

Hath the bold Prophet plann'd to grace this boar?

Not such the pageant now, though not less proud, --
On either side, with ready hearts and hands, Yon warrior youth, advancing from the crowd,
His chosen guard of bold Believers stands;

With silver bow, with belt of broider'd crape,
Young fireeyed disputants, who deem their swords, And fur-bound bonnet of Bucharian shape,
On points of faith, more eloquent than words; So fiercely beautiful in form and eye,
And such their zeal, there's not a youth with brand Like war's wild planet io a summer sky;---
Uplifted there, but, at the Chiefs commaod,

That youth to-day,-a proselyte, worth hordes
Would make his own devoted heart its sheath, Of cooler spirits and less practised swords,
And bless the lips that doom'd so dear a death! Is come to join, all bravery and belief,
In hatred to the Caliph's hue of night,

The creed and standard of the Heaven-sent Chief.
Tbeir vesture, belms and all, is snowy white;
Their weapons various;—some equipp'd, for speed, Though few his years, the West already knows
With javelins of the light Kathaian reed;

Young Azim's fame;--bevond the Olympian snous, Or bows of buffalo horn, and shining quivers

Ere manhood darken d o'er his downy cheek, Fillid with the stems 3 that bloom on Iran's rivers; O'erwhelmid in fight and captive to the Greek,' While some, for war's more terrible attacks,

Ide linger'd there till peace dissolved his chains: Wield the huge mace and ponderous battle-axe; Oh! who could, even in bondage, fread the plains And, as they wave aloft in morning's beam

Of glorious Grecer, nor feel his spirit rise The milk-white plumage of their helms, they seem Kindling within him? who, with heart and eyes, Like a chenar-tree grove, when Winter throws Could walk where Liberty had been, not see O'er all its tufted heads his feathering shows

The shining foot.prints of her Deity,

Nor feel those God-like breathings in the air, Between the porphyry pillars, that uphold

Which mutely told bier spirit had been there? The rich moresque-work of the roof of gold,

Not be, that youthful warrior,--00, too well Aloft the llaram's curtain'd galleries rise,

For his soul's quiet work'd the awakening spell; Where, through the silken net-work, glancing eyes, And, now returning to his own dear land, From time to time, like sudden gleams that glow Full of those dreams of good that, vainly graad, Through autumn clouds, shine o'er the pomp below. Haupt the young heart ;--proud views of human-kiad, What impious tongue, ye blushing saints, would dare Of men to gods exalted and refined ;-To hint that aught but Heaven hath placed you there? False views, like that horizon's fair deceit, Or that the loves of this light world could bind, Where earth and heaven but seem, alas, to meet! In their gross chain, your Prophet's soaring mind ? Soon as he heard an arm divine was raised No-wrongful thought!--commission'd from above To right the nations, and beheld, emblazed To people Eden's bowers with shapes of love

On the white flag Mokanna's host unfurl d, Creatures so bright, that the same lips and eyes Those words of sunshine, « Freedom to the World'» They wear on earth will serve in Paradise,,

At once his faith, his sword, his soul, obey'd There to recline among leaven's native maids, The inspiring summons; every chosen blade, And crown the Elect with bliss that never fades! That fought beneath that banner's sacred text, Well hath the Prophet-Chief his bidding done; Seem'd doubly edged--for this world and the next; And every beauteous race beneath the sun,

And ne'er did Faith with her smooth bandage bind From those who kneel at Brahma's burning founts 4 Eyes more devoutly willing to be blind, To the fresh nymphs bounding o'er Yemen's mounts; lo Virtue's cause; --never was soul inspired From Persia's cyes of full and fawn-like ray,

With livelier trust in wisat it most desired, To the small, half-shut glances of Kathay; 5

Than his, the enthusiast there, who kneeling, pale
And Georgia's bloom, and Azab's darker smiles, With pious awe, before that Silver Veil,
And the gold ringlets of the Western Isles;

Believes the form to which he bends his knee,
All, all'are there ;-each land its flower bath given, Some pure, redeeming angel, sent to free
To form that fair young nursery for lleaven ! This felterd world from every bond and stain,

And bring its primal glories back again!
But why this pageant now? this arm 'd array?
What triumph crowds the rich Divan to-day

Low as young Azim knelt, that modey crowd
With turban'd heads, of every lue and race,

Of all earth's Dations sunk the knee and bowd, Bowing before that veil'd and awful face,

Wida shouts of a Alla!» echoing long and loud;

While higla in air, above the Prophet's bead, * Moses.

lundreds of banners, to the sunbeam spread, * Black was the colour adopted by the Caliphs of the house of Waved, like the wings of the white birds that fan Abbas, in their garments, torbaus, and standards

The flying throne of star-taught Soliman! * Piekula, used anciently for arrows by the Persians.

* The buraing fountains of Brabma, pear Chittogoog, esteemed as hely. -THANK

"In the war of the Caliph Maha 1 against th: Empress bread, for * China.

an account of whub see Gimnos, vol, a

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Then thus he spoke;—«Stranger, though new the frame Ere the white war-plume o'er tlıy brow can wave;-
Thy soul inhabits now, I've track'd its flame

But, once my own, mine all till in the grave!»
For many an age, in every chance and change The pomp is at an end,--the crowds are gone-
Of that Existence, through whose varied range, - Each ear and heart still haunted by the tone
As through a torch-race, where, from hand to hand Of that deep voice, which thrilld like Alla's own!
The flying youths transmit their shining brand, - The young all dazzled by the plumes and lances,
From frame to frame the unextinguish'd soul

The glitiering throne, and Iaram's half-caught glances; Rapidly passes, till it reach the goal!

The old deep pondering on the promised reign

Of peace and truth; and all the female train
« Nor think 't is only the gross Spirits, warm d Ready to risk their eyes, could they but gaze
Witha duskier fire and for earth's medium formd, A moment on that brow's miraculous blaze!
That run this course ;-Beings, the most divine,
Thus deigo through dark mortality to shine.
Such was the Essence that in Adam dwelt,

But there was one among the chosen maids

Who blush'd behind the gallery's silken shades, To which all Heaven, except the Proud One, knelt:?

One, to whose soul the pageant of to-day Such the refined Intelligence that glow'd

Has been like death ;--you saw hier pale dismay, In Moussa's frame;-and, thence descending, flow'd

Ye wondering sisterhood, and heard the burst Through many a prophet's breast;-in Issa 3 shone,

Of exclamation from her lips, when first And in Mohammed buru'd; till, hastening on,

She saw that youch, too well, too dearly known, (As a briglit river that, from fall to fall

Silently kneeling at the Prophet's throne. In many a

naze descending, bright through all, Finds some fair region where, each labyrinth passid, In one full lake of light it rests at last!)

Ah Zelica! there was a time, when bliss l'hat lloly Spirit, settling calm and free

Shone o'er thy heart from every look of his; From lapse or shadow, centres all in me! »

When but to see him, hear him, breathe the air

In which he dwelt, was thy soul's fondest prayer! Again, throughout the assembly at these words, When round him liung such a perpetual spell, Thousands of voices rung; the warriors'swords Whate'er he did, none ever did so well. Were pointed up to heaven ; a sudden wind

Too happy days! when, if he touch'd a flower In the open banners play'd, and from behind

Or gem of thine, 'l was sacred from that hour; Those Persian bangings, that but ill could screen

When thou didst study him till every tone
The Haram's loveliness, white hands were seen

And gesture and dear look became thy own,-
Waviny embroider'd scarves, whose motion gave Thy voice like his, the changes of his face
A perfume forth ;-like those the louris wave

In thine retlected with still lovelier grace,
When beckoning to their bowers the Immortal Brave. Like echo, sending back sweet music, fraught

With twice the acrial sweetness it had brought! « But these,» pursued the Chief, « are truths sublime, Yet now he comes-brighter than even he That claim a holier mood and calmer time

E'er beam'd before, but alı! not bright for thee; Than earth allows us now;- this sword must first No-dread, unlook a for, like a visitant The darkling prison-house of mankind burst,

From the other world, he comes as if to haunt Ere Peace can visit them, or Truth let in

Thy guilty soul with dreams of lost delight, Hier wakening day-light on a world of sin!

Long lost to all but Memory's aching sight:But then, celestial warriors, then, when all

Sad dreams! as wlien the Spirit of our Youth
Earth's shrines and thrones before our banner fall; Returns in sleep, sparkling with all the truth
When the glad slave shall at these feet lay down And innocence once ours, and leads us back,
His broken chain, the raut lord his crowo,

In mournful mockery, o'er the shining track
The priest his book, the conqueror his wreath, Of our young life, and points out every ray
And from the lips of Truth one mighty breath Of hope and peace we've lost upon
Shall, like a whirlwind, scatter in its breeze
That whole dark pile of human mockeries;--

Once bappy pair!-in proud Bokhara's groves, Then shall the reign of Mind commence on eartı, Who had not heard of their first youthful loves ? And starting fresh, as from a second birth,

Born Ly that ancient tlood,' whiclı from its spring Man, in the sunshine of the world's new spring, In the Dark Mountains swiftly wandering, Shall walk transparent, like some holy thing!

Enrich'd by every pilgrim brook that shines
Then, too, your Prophet from his angel brow

With relics from Bucharia's ruby mines
Shall cast the Veil, that hides its splendours now, And, lending to the Caspian half its strength,
And gladden'd Earth shall, through her wide expanse, In the cold Lake of Eagles sinks at length;—
Bask in the glories of this countenance!

There, on the banks of that bright river born,

The flowers, that lung above the wave at moro, « For ther, young warrior, welcome!-thou hast yet Bless'd not die waters as they murmurd by, Some tasks to learn, some frailties to forget,

With holier scent and lustre, than the sigh

the way!

"Tho transmigration of souls was one of bis doctrines. - See D'HI«*


..And when we said unto the angels, Worship Adam, they all 101shipped him escapekbls (luuler), wbovefused. The Koran,cb, ii.


'The Amoo, which rises in the Belur Tag. or Dark Mountains, and, running nearly from east to west, splits into two branches, one of which falls into the Caspian Sea, and the other into Aral Nabr, or the Luke of Eagles

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