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Would not rither die than meet

for the freer enjoyinent of the air, had mounted her of an ancient Fire-Temple, built by those Ghebers or favourite Arabian palfrey, in passing by a small grove, Persians of the old religion, who, many hundred years heard the notes of a lute from within its leaves, and a since, had fled hither from their Arab conquerors, prevoice, which she but too well knew, singing the follow- ferring liberty and their allars in a foreign land to the ing words:

alternative of apostacy or persecution in their own. It

was impossible, he added, not to feel interested in the Tell me not of joys above, If that world can give no bliss,

many glorious but unsuccessful struggles, which had Truer, happier than the Love

been made by these original natives of Persia to cast off Which coslaves our souls in this!

the yoke of their bigoted conquerors. Like their own

Fire in the Burning Field at Bakou,' when suppressed
Tell me not of Houris'
Far from me their dangerous glow,

in one place, they liad but broken out with fresh flame If those looks that light the skies

in another; and, as a native of Caslimere, of that fair Wound like some that bura below!

and Holy Valley, which had in the same manner beWho that feels wliat Love is here,

come the prey of strangers, and seen her ancient All its falsehood-all its pain

slırises and native princes swept away before the march Woull, for even Elysiuin's splete,

of her intolerant invaders, he felt a sympathy, he owned, Risk the fatal dream again?

with the sufferings of the persecuted Ghebers, which Who, that 'inidst a desert's beat

every inonument like this before them but tended more Sces the wnters fade away,

powerfully to awaken.

It was the first time that Feramorz liad ever venturel Streams again as false as they?

upon so much prose before Fadladeen, and it may The tone of melancholy defiance in which these casily be conceived what effect such prose as this must words were uttered went to Lalla Rookli's heart ;-and have produced on that most orthodox and most paganas she reluctantly rode on, she could not help feeling it bating personage. lle sat for soine minutes aghast, eja its a sail but sweet certainty, that Ferunorz was to the culating only at intervals « Bigoted conquerors ! - sympa. full as enamoured and miserable as herself.

thy withi Fire-worshippers !»- wbile Feramorz, happy to The place where they encamped that evening was the take advantage of this almost speechless horror of the first delightful spot they had come to since they left Chamberlain, proceeded to say Uiat he knew a melanLahore. On one side of them was a grove full of small choly story, connected with the events of one of those Hindoo temples, and planted with the most graceful brave struggles of the Fire-worshippers of Persia agaiost troes of the East; where the tamarind, the cassia, and their Arab masters, which, if the evening was not 100 the silken plantains of Ceylon were mingled in rich far advanced, he should have much pleasure in being contrast with the high fan-like foliage of the Palmyra, allowed to relate to the Princess. It was impossible for —that favourite tree of the luxurious bird that lights up Lalla Rookh to refuse ;-be liad never before looked the chambers of its nest with firellies. In the middle balf so animated, and wlien he spoke of the Holy of the lawn where the pavilion stood there was a bank Valley, his eyes had sparkled, slie thought, like the lalis surrounded by small mangoe-trees, on the clear colu

manic characters on the scimitar of Solomon. ler waters of which toated multitudes of the beautiful red conscat was therefore most readily granted, aud while lotus; while at a distance stood the ruins of a strange Badladen sat in unspeakable dismay, expecting treason and awful-looking tower, which seemed old enouzlı 10 ud abomination in every line, the poet thus began his have been the temple of some religion no longer story of the Fire-worshippers :known, and which spoke the voice of desolation in the midst of all that bloom and loveliness. This singular ruin excited the wonder and coojectures of all.


Lalla Rooklı guessed in vain, and the all-pretending FadJadeen, who had never till this journey been beyond the precincts of Delhi, was proceeding most learnelly to T is mooolight over Oman's sea;' slow that he knew nothing whatever about the matter, Her banks of pearl and palmy isles when one of the ladies suggested, thul perhaps Fera- Bask in the night-beam beauteously, mor2 could satisfy their curiosity. They were now ap- Aud her blue waters sleep in smiles, procbing his native mountains, and this tower inicha 'Tis moonlight in Ilarinovia's3 walls, be a ridic of some of those dark superstitions, which And through her Emir's porplayry halls, had prevailed in that country before the light of Islam Where, some lour's siuce, was heard the swell dawned upon it. The Chamberlain, who usually pre- Os trumpet and die cast of zeli ferred his owo ignorance to the best knowledge that bidding the brighteyed so farewell ;any one else could give him, was by no means pleased The peaceful sun, whom better suits with this oflicious reference; and the Princess, 100, was

The music of the bulbul's DCS, about to interpose a faint word of oljection, but, be- Or the light touch of lovers' lutes, fore either of the could speak, a slave was disparcieel


him to his golden rest! for Feramorz, who, in a very few minutes, appeared

Uluslud-there's not a breeze in motion ; before them.-looking so pale aud unhappy in Lilla

The shore is silent as the ocean. Rooklis eyes, that she already repented of bier cruelly

"The . Agardens, describined by here, Ainrent lut El in having so long excluded hun.

2 The Persi tull, smetimes su called, she separates the shore That venerable tower, he told them, wits the remains

lle present Gombon Low the Persian of the Guit 'll D, Indiau - - W. J.

If zephyrs come, so light they come,

As he shall know, well, dearly know, Nor leaf is stirrd vor wave is driven;

Who sleeps in moonlight luxury there, The wind-tower on the Emir's dome

Tranquil as if his spirit lay Can hardly win a breath from heaven.

Becalm'd in Heaven's approving ray!

Sleep on--for purer eyes than thine Even he, that tyrant Arab, sleeps

Those waves are hush d, those planets shine. Calm, while a nation round him weeps ;

Sleep on, and be thy rest unmoved While curses load the air he breathes,

By the white moon-beam's dazzling pow'r ;And falchions from unnumber'd sheaths

None but the loving and the loved
Are starting to avenge the shame

Should be awake at this sweet hour.
His ruce hath brought on Iran's name.
Hard, heartless Chief, unmoved alike

And see-where, high above those rocks "Mid eyes that weep and swords that strike;

That o'er the deep their shadows tling, One of that saintly, murderous brood,

Yon turret stands ;--where ebon locks, To carnage and the Koran given,

As glossy as a beron's wing Who think through unbelievers blood

l'pon the turban of a king.' Lies their directest path to heaven.

Hang from the lattice, long and wild, One, who will pause and kneel unshod

'Tis she, that Emir's blooming child, in the warın blood his hand hath pourd,

All truth and tenderness and grace, To mutter o'er some text of God

Though born of such ungentle race :Engraven on his reeking sword ;

An image of Youth's radiant Fountain Nay, who can coolly note the line,

Springing in a desolate mountain !? The letter of those words divine,

Oh! what a pare and sacred thing To which his blade, with searching art,

Is Beauty, curtain'd from the sight Had sunk into its victim's heart!

Of the gross world, illumining

One only mansion with her light! Just Alla! what must be thy look,

Inseen by man's disturbing eye,– When such a wretch before thee stands

The flower, that blooms beneath the sea Unblushing, with thy Sacred Book,-

Too deep for sunbeams, doth not lie Turning the leaves with blood-stain'd hands,

Hid in more chaste obscurity! And wresting from its page sublime

So, Hinda, have thy face and mind, His creed of lust and hate and crime?

Like holy mysteries, lain enshrined, Even as those bees of Trebizond, -

And oh what transport for a lover Which from the sunniest flowers that glad

To lift the veil that shades them o'er!With their pure smile the gardens round,

Like those, who all at once, discover Draw venom forth that drives men mad! 4

In the lone deep some fairy sbore,
Never did fierce Arabia send

Where mortal never trod before,
A satrap forth more direly great;

And sleep and wake in scented airs
Never was Iran doom'd to bend

No lip had ever breathed but theirs !
Beneath a yoke of deadlier weight.
Her throne bad fall'o-her pride was crushd-

Beautiful are the maids that glide,
Her sons were willing slaves, nor blush'd,

On summereves, through Yemen's 3 dales, lo their own land, -no more their own,-

And bright the glancing looks they hide To crouch beneath a stranger's throne.

Behind their litters' roseate veils ;Her towers, where Mithra once had burn'd

And brides, as delicate and fair To Moslern shrines-oh shame! -- were turn'd,

As the white jismine tlowers they wear, Where slaves, converted by the sword,

Hath Yemen in her blissful clime, Their mean apostate worship pourd,

Who, lulld in cool kiosk or bower, And cursed the faith their sires adored.

Before their mirrors count the time, Yet has she hearts, 'mid all this ill,

And grow still lovelier every hour. O'er all this wreck high buoyant still

But never yet hath bride or maid
With lope and vengeance !-hearts that yet, -

In Araby's gay Harams smiled,
Like gems, in darkness issuing rays

Whose boasted brightness would not fade They've treasured from the sun that's set,-

Before Al Hassan's blooming child.
Beam all the light of long-lost days!
And swords she hath, nor weak nor slow

Light as the angel shapes that bless
To second all such hearts can dare;

An infant's dream, yet not the less

Rich in all woman's loveliness ;1. A: Gomlarcon, and other places in Persia, they have towers With eyes so pure, that from their ray fie the purpose of catehing the wind, and cooling the houses..-L.

Dark Vice would turn abash'd away, Barys.

: . Iran is the true general name for the empire of Persia.. Asiat, Bes. Dier. 5.

1. Their kore wear plumes of blarda berons' feathers upon the 1. On the blades of their scimitar some verse from the Koran u right side, analadge of sereniy.o-H***.1. usually insertbed.-Rott.

1. The Fountain of South by a Mahometan traditon, is situated 4. There is a kind of Rhododendror abeat Trebizond, bose In some dark region of the East,.- RILHADEON. fevers the bee feeds upon, and the houey thence drives people mad.. * Arabia Feins

Blinded, like serpents when they gaze

Like her to whom, at dead of night, Upon the emerald's virgin blaze !

The bridegroom, with his locks of light, ' Yet, fill'd with all youth's sweet desires,

Came, in the flush of love and pride, Mingling the meek and vestal fires

And scaled the terrace of his bride;of other worlds with all the bliss,

When, as she saw him rashly spring, The fond, weak tenderness of this !

And mid-way up in danger cling, A soul, too, more than half divine,

She flung him down her long black hair, Where, through some shades of earthly feeling, Exclaiming, breathless, « There, love, there !» Religion's soften d glories shine,

And scarce did manlier nerve uphold Like light through summer foliage stcaling,

The hero Zal in that fond hour, Shedding a glow of such mild bue,

Than wings the youth who, fleet and bold, So warm, and yet so shadowy too,

Now climbs the rocks to flinda's bower. As makes the very darkness there

See-light as up their granite steeps More beautiful than light elsewhere!

The rock-goats of Arabia clamber, 2

Fearless from crag to crag he leaps,
Such is the maid who, at this hour,

And now is in the maiden's chamber.
Hath risen from her restless sleep,
And sits alone in that high bower,

She loves--but knows not whom she loves,
Watching the suill and shining deep.

Nor what his race, nor whence he came ;Ah! 't was not thus,—with tearful eyes

Like one who mects, in Indian groves, And beating heart,-she used to gaze

Some beauteous bird, without a name, On the magnificent earth and skies,

Brought by the last ambrosial breeze, In her own land, iu happier days.

From isles in the undiscover'd seas, Why looks she now so anxious down

To show his plumage for a day Among those rocks, whose rugged frown

To wondering eyes, and wing away! Blackens the mirror of the deep?

Will he thus tly-lier nameless lover? Whom wails she all this lonely night?

Alla forbid! 't was by a moon Too rough the rocks, loo bold the steep,

As fair as this, wbile singing over l'or mau 10 scale that turret's height!

Some dirty to her sofı kanoon, 3

Alone, at this same witching hour, So deem'd at least her thoughtful sire,

She first beheld his radiant eyes When high to catch the cool night-air,

Gleam through the lattice of the bower, After the day-beam's withering fire,2

Where nightly now they mix their sighs; He built her bower of freshness there,

And thought some spirit of the air And had it deckd with costliest skill,

(For what could waft a mortal there?) And fondly thought it safe as fair :

Was pausing on his moonlight way Think, reverend dreamer! think so still,

To listen to her lonely lay! Nor wake to learn what Love can dare

This fancy ne'er hath left her mind : Love, all-defying Love, who sees

And--though, when terror's swoon had past, No charm iu trophies won with ease;

She saw a youth, of mortal kind, Whose rarest, dearest fruits of bliss

Before her in obeisance cast,Are pluck'd on Danger's precipice!

Yet often since, when he hath spoken Bolder than they, who dare noi dive

Strange, awful words. --and gleams have broken For pearls, but when the sea's at rest,

From his dark eyes, too bright to bear, Love, in the tempest most alive,

Oh! she bath feard her soul was given Hath ever held that pearl the best

To some unhallow'd child of air, He finds beneath the stormiest water!

Some erring Spirit, cast from heaven, Yes-- Araby's unrivall d daughter,

Like those angelic youths of old, Though high that tower, that rock-way rude,

Who burn'd for maids of mortal mould, There's one wlio, but to kiss thy cheek,

Bewilderd left the glorious skies,
Would climb the untrodden solitude

And lost their leaven for woman's eyes!
Of Ararat's tremendous peak,3
And think its steeps, though dark and dread,

Fond girl! nor fiend nor angel be, lleaven's path-ways, it to thee they led !

Who woos thy young simplicity; Even now thou seest the flashing spray,

But one of cartli's iinpansiou'd sons,
That lights leis oar's impatient way;

As warm in love, as fierce in ire,
Even now thou hear'st the sudden shock
Of his swift bark against the rock,

In one of tbe books of the Shah Nalimeb, when Zal (a celebrased And stretchest down thy arms of snow,

her of Persia remarkable for his wbite bair) comes to the terrace of As if to lift him from below!

las mistiese, Rodalover, at nighe, she lets down ber long tresses to

assist binu in his asurot;-be, lienever, manages it in a less 1. They say that a snake or serpent fix his eyes on the listra of sy by tuang laserook in a projecting beam, --Sec CB 1103 siera those slunos remeralds), be immediately becomes blind,.- ARMU #XAPOA213, 110e > Jewile.

. On the lofts nils of Alba Irura are rock-goats. En az 1. At Gointiareon and the Isle of Onu it is sometimes so Haut 3. Canon, espèce de padurion, Atre des cordes de borxun. Isa that the people se obliged to lie all day in tbe war-warte Pocomes on tourbent dans le verrail, Avia dra décailles, arrrées et ! Ilu, mountain is generalls "peil to be disable.

Ce-ToolST, a.slated by DE COCAND.

Upon whose ear the signal-word
Of strife and death is hourly breaking;
Who sleeps with head upon the sword
His fever'd hand must grasp in waking!
Danger ! -->

* Say on-thou fear'st not then, And we may meel--oft meet again ?»

As the best heart whose current runs

Full of the Day-God's living fire !
But quench'd to-night that ardour seems,

And pale his cheek, and sunk bis brow;-
Never before, but in her dreams,

Had she beheld him pale as now:
And those were dreams of troubled sleep,
From which 't was joy to wake and weep;
Visions, that will not be forgot,

But sadden every waking scene,
Like warning ghosts, that leave the spot

All wither'd where they once bave been!

How sweetly,» said the trembling maid,
Of her own gentle voice afraid,
So long had they in silence stood,
Looking upon that tranquil flood-

How sweetly does the moon-beam smile
To-uight upon you leafy isle!
Oft, in my fancy's wanderings,
I've wishi'd that liule isle bad wings,
And we, within its fairy bowers,

Were wafted off to seas unknown,
Where not a pulse should beat but ours,

And we might live, love, die alone! Far from the cruel and the cold.-

Where the bright eyes of angels only
Should come around us, to behold

A paradise so pure and lonely!
Would this be world enough for thee ?—"
Playful she turn'd that he might see

The passing smile her cheek put on;
But when she mark d how mournfully

His eyes met hers, that smile was gone ;
And, bursting into heart-felt tears,
« Yes, yes,» she cried, « my hourly fears,
My dreams have boded all too right-
We part-for ever part-to-night!
I knew, I knew it could not last-
I was bright,'t was heavenly, but 't is past!
Oh! ever thus, from childhood's hour,

I've seen my fondest hopes decay;
I never loved a tree or flower,

But 'I was the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear.gazelle,

To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well,

And love me, it was sure to die
Now too-the joy most like divine

Of all I ever dreamt or knew,
To see thee, hear thee, call thee mine,

Oh, misery! must I lose that too?
Yet go-on peril's brink we meet;

Those frightful rocks--that treacherous seaNo, never come again-though sweet,

Though Heaven, it may be death to thee.
Farewell--and blessings on thy way,

Where'er thou goest, beloved stranger!
Better to sit and watch that ray,
And think thee safe, though far away,

Than have thee near me, and in danger'»
« Danger!-Oh, tempt me not to boast-->
The youth exclaim'd- thou little know'st
What he can brave, who, born and nurst
In Danger's paths, has dared her worst!

« Oh! look not so,beneath the skies
I now fear nothing but those eyes.
If aught on earth could charm or force
My spirit from its destined course, -
If aught could make this soul forget
The bond to which its seal is set,
'T would be those eyes ;--they, only they,
Could melt that sacred seal away!
But now't is fixd-my awful doom
Is fixed-on this side of the tomb
We meet no more--why, why did Heaven
Mingle two souls that earth bas rivea,
Has rent asunder wide as ours?
Oh, Arab maid! as soon the Powers
of Light and Darkness may combine,
As I be link'd with thee or thine!
Thy Father-->

« Holy Alla save
His grey head from that lightning glance
Thou know'st him not-he loves the brave;

Nor lives there under heaven's expanse
Crie who would prize, would worship thee,
And thy bold spirit, more than he.
Oft wiren", in childhood, I have play'd

With the bright falchion by his side,
I've heard him swear his lisping maid

In time should be a warrior's bride.
And still, whene'er, at Haram hours,
I take him cool sherbets and flowers,
He tells me, when in playful mood,

A hero shall my bridegroom be,
Since maids are best in battle wood,

And won with shouts of victory!
Nay, turn not from me-thou alone
Art form'd to make both hearts thy own.
Go-join his sacred ranks--thou know'st

The unholy strife these Persians wage :-
Good Ileaven, that frown! --even now thou glow'st

With more than mortal warrior's rage.
Haste to the camp by morning's light,
And, when that sword is raised in fight,
Oh still remember Love and I
Beneath its shadow trembling lie!
One victory o'er those Slaves of Fire,
Those impious Ghebers, whom my sire

« Hold, hold-thy words are death—» The stranger cried, as wild he flung His mantle back, and show'd beneath

The Gheber belt that round him clung. -1
Here, maiden, look--Weep-blush to see
All that thy sire abhors in me!

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1. They (the Ghebers) lay so much stress on their cusher, or girdle, as not to dare to be an instant without it..-Grosu's Voyage.-• Le jeune homme nia d'abord la chose ; mais, ayant été dépouillé de sa robe, et la large ceinture qu'il portait comme Ghebr.. etc, etc.D'HERBELOT, art. Agduani.


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Yes I am of that impious race,

Where lights, like charnel meteors, burn'd
Those Slaves of Fire who, morn and even,

Bluely, as o'er some seaman's grave;
Ilail their Creator's dwelling-place

And fiery darts, at intervals,' Among the living lights of heaven!'


up all sparkling from the main, Yes I am of that outcast few,

As if each star that nightly falls, To Iran and to vengeance true,

Were shooting back to heaven again. Who curse the hour your Arabs came

My signal-lights!—I must awayTo desolate our shrines of flame,

Both, both are ruin'd, if I stay. Avd swear, before God's burning eye,

Farewell— sweet life! thou cling'st in vainTo break our country's chains, or die!

Now-Vengeance!-I am thine again.»
Thy bigot sire—nay, tremble not-

Fiercely he broke away, nor stopp'd,
He, who gave birth to those dear eyes,

Nor look d—but from the lattice droppd
With me is sacred as the spot

Dowu 'mid the pointed crags beneath,
From which our fires of worship rise!

As if he fled from love to death.
But know-'t was he I sought that night,

While pale and mute young Hinda slood,
When, from my watch-boat on the sea,

Nor moved, will in the silent flood
I caught this turret's glimmering light,

A momentary plunge below
And up the rude rocks desperately

Started her from her trance of woc;-
Rustid to my prey :-ihou know'st the rest-

Shrieking she to the lattice flew, I climbid the gory vulture's nest,

«I come-I come--if in that tide And found a trembling dove within ;

Thou sleep'st to-night-1'll sleep there too, Thine, thine the victory-thinc the sin

In deatli's cold wedlock by thy side. Jf Love hath made one thought his own,

Oh! I would ask no happier bed That Vengeance claims first-last-alone!

Than the chill wave my love lies under;Oh! had we never, never met,

Sweeter to rest together dead, Or could this heart even now forget

Far sweeter, than to live asunder!» llow link d, how bless we might have been,

But no-their liour is not yet comellad Fate not frownd so dark between!

Again she sees his pinnacc tly, Hadst thou been born a Persian maid,

Wafting bim llcctly to liis home, In neighbouring valleys had we dwelt,

Where'er that ill-starr'd home may lie; Through the same fields in childhood play'd,

And calm and smooth it seem'd to win At the same kindling altar knelt,

Its moonlight way before the wind, Then, then, while all those nameless ties,

As if it bore all
In which the cların of Country lies,

Nor left one breaking heart behind!
Vad round our liearts been hourly spun,
Til ran's cause and thine were one ;--
While in thy lute's awakening sigh

The Princess, whose lieart was sad enough already, I heard the voice of days gone by,

could have wished that Feramorz had chosen a less And saw in every smile of thine

melancholy story; as it is only to the happy that tears Returning hours of glory shine!

are a luxury. Her ladies, however, were by no means While the wrong'd Spirit of our Land

sorry that love was once more the Poet's theme; for, Lived, look'd, and spoke hier wrongs through thee, when he spoke of love, they said, his voice was as sweet God! who could then this sword withstand!

as if he had chewed the leaves of that enchanted tree, Its very flash were victory!

which grows over the tomb of the musician, Tan-Sein. But now-estranged, divorced for ever,

Their road all the morning had lain through a very Far as the grasp of Fate can sever ;

dreary country ;-through valleys, covered with a low Our only ties what Love has wove, -

bushy jungle, where, in more than one place, the awful Faith, friends, and country, sunder'd wide ;- sinal of the bamboo-staff, with the white tlag at its top. And then, then only, true to love,

reminded the traveller that in that very spol the tiger Whep false to all that's dear beside!

had made some human creature his victim. It was Thy father Iran's deadliest foc

therefore with much pleasure that they arrived at sunset Thyself, perhaps, even now--but no

in a safe and lovely glen, and encamped under one of Have never look'd so lovely yet!

those holy trees, whose smooth coluinns and spreading No--sacred to thy soul will be

poofs seem to destine them for natural temples of religion. The land of him who could forget

Bencath the shade, some pious hands had erected pillars All but that bleeding land for thee!

ornamented with the most beautiful porcelain, which When other

shall see, unmoved,
now supplied the use of mirrors to the

young maideos, Her windows mourn, hier warriors fall,

as they adjusted their hair in descending from the Thou 'lt thiok how well one Gheber loved,

palaukeens. Here wliile, as usual, the Princess sat And for his sake thou 'It weep for all!

listening anxiously, with Fadladeen in one of his loftest But look -->>

moods of criticisin by hier side, the young Poct, Icaning Witha sudden start he turnd

against a branch of the tree, thus continued his story: And pointed to the distant wave,

.. The Mameluks that were in the other boat, when it was dark They suppose the Throne of the Almights is scated in the sun, used to short up a sort of herg an into the air, shuch in some taca. and hence their worship of that luminary. - I.Star

une 16cmbled licbuning oi tulling stats.-B, CEARTAN.

peace within,

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