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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
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
Should be awake at this sweet hour.
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,
Where mortal never trod before,
And sleep and wake in scented airs
No lip had ever breathed but theirs !
Beautiful are the maids that glide,
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
In Araby's gay Harams smiled,
Whose boasted brightness would not fade They've treasured from the sun that's set,-
Before Al Hassan's blooming child.
Light as the angel shapes that bless
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,
And now is in the maiden's chamber.
She loves--but knows not whom she loves,
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,
And lost their leaven for woman's eyes!
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,
As warm in love, as fierce in ire,
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 roman.is 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
* 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 !
And pale his cheek, and sunk bis brow;-
Had she beheld him pale as now:
But sadden every waking scene,
All wither'd where they once bave been!
How sweetly,» said the trembling maid,
How sweetly does the moon-beam smile
Were wafted off to seas unknown,
And we might live, love, die alone! Far from the cruel and the cold.-
Where the bright eyes of angels only
A paradise so pure and lonely!
The passing smile her cheek put on;
His eyes met hers, that smile was gone ;
I've seen my fondest hopes decay;
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
Of all I ever dreamt or knew,
Oh, misery! must I lose that too?
Those frightful rocks--that treacherous seaNo, never come again-though sweet,
Though Heaven, it may be death to thee.
Where'er thou goest, beloved stranger!
Than have thee near me, and in danger'»
« Oh! look not so,beneath the skies
« Holy Alla save
Nor lives there under heaven's expanse
With the bright falchion by his side,
In time should be a warrior's bride.
A hero shall my bridegroom be,
And won with shouts of victory!
The unholy strife these Persians wage :-
With more than mortal warrior's rage.
« 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
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.
Yes I am of that impious race,
Where lights, like charnel meteors, burn'd
Bluely, as o'er some seaman's grave;
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.»
Fiercely he broke away, nor stopp'd,
Nor look d—but from the lattice droppd
Dowu 'mid the pointed crags beneath,
As if he fled from love to death.
While pale and mute young Hinda slood,
Nor moved, will in the silent flood
A momentary plunge below
Started her from her trance of woc;-
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
Nor left one breaking heart behind!
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
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.