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The image of love, that nightly flies

To visit the bashful maid,
Steals from the jasmine flower, that sighs

Its soul, like her, in the shade.
The hope, in dreams, of a happier hour

That alights on misery's brow,
Springs out of the silvery almond-lower,
That blooms on a leafless bough.'

Then, hasten we, maid,

To twine our braid,
To-morrow the dreams and flowers will fade.

The visions, that oft to worldly eyes

The glitter of mines unfold,
Johabit the mountain-herb, that dyes

The tooth of the fawn like gold.
The phantom shapes--oh touch not them- .

That appal the murderer's sight,
Lurk in the fleshly mandrake's stem,
That shrieks, when torn at night!

Then hasten we, maid,

To twine our braid,
To-morrow the dreams and flowers will fade.

The dream of the injured patient mind,

That smiles at the wrongs of men, Is found in the bruised and wounded rind of the cinnamon, sweetest then!

Then hasten we, maid,

To twine our braid,
To morrow the dreams and flowers will fade.

Where lutes in the air are heard about,

And voices are singing the whole day long,
And every sigh the heart breathes out
Is turn'd, as it leaves the lips, to song!

Hither I come

From my fairy home,
And if there is a magic in music's strain,

I swear by the breath

Of that moonlight wreath,
Thy lover shall sigh at thy feet again.
For mine is the lay that lightly floats,
And mine are the murmuring dying notes,
That fall as soft as snow on the sea,
And melt in the heart as instantly!
And the passionate strain, that deeply going,

Refines the bosom it trembles through,
As the musk-wind, over the water blowing,

Ruffles the wave, but sweetens it too!
Mine is the charm, whose mystic sway
The spirits of past delight obey ;-
Let but the tuneful talisman sound,
And they come, like Genü, hovering round.
And mine is the gentle song, that bears

From soul to soul, the wishes of love,
As a bird, that wafts through genial airs

The cinnamon seed from grove to grove.'
'Tis I that mingle in one sweet measure
The past, the present, and future of pleasure ;
When Memory links the tone that is gone

With the blissful tone that's still in the ear;
And hope from a heavenly note flies on

To a note more heavenly still that is near!
The warrior's heart, when touch'd by me,
Can as downy soft and as yielding be
As his own white plume, that high amid death
Through the field has shone-yet moves with a

And, oh how the eyes of beauty glisten,

When music has reach'd her inward soul,
Like the silent stars, that wink and listen
While heaven's eternal melodies roll !

So, hither I come

From my fairy home,
And if there's a magic in music's strain,

I swear by the breath

Of that moonlight wreath,
Thy lover shall sigh at thy feet again.

No sooner was the flowery crown
Placed on her head, than sleep came down,
Gently as nights of summer fall,
Upon the lids of Nourmahal;
And, suddenly, a tuneful breeze,
As full of small rich harmonies
As ever wind, that o'er the tents
Of Azab3 blew, was full of scents,
Steals on her ear and floats and swells,

Like the first air of morning creeping
Into those wreathy, red-sea shells,

Where Love himself, of old, lay sleeping ;—A And now a spirit forma, i would seem,

of music and of light, so fair, So brilliandy his features beam,

And such a sound is in the air
Of sweetness, when he waves his wings,
Hovers around her, and thus sings :

From Chindara's) warbling fount I come,

Tis dawn-at least that earlier dawn,
Calld by that moonlight garland's spell;

Whose glimpses are again withdrawn,'
From Chindara's fount, my fairy home,

As if the morn had waked, and then
Where in music, morn and night, I dwell;

Shut close her lids of light again.

And Nourmahal is 'up, and trying ! . The almond-tree, with white flowers, blossoms on the bare

The wonders of her lute, whose stringsbranches.. HASSELOCIST. ? An berb on Mount Libanus, which is said to communicate a

Oh bliss !--now murmur like the sighing er golden bue to the terth of the goats and other animals that From that ambrosial Spirit's wings! graze upon it.

The myrrh country. • . This iden (of deities living in shells) was not unknown to the 1. The Pompadour pigeon is the species which, by carrying the Greeks, who represent the young Nerites, one of the Cupids, as living fruit of the cianamon to different places, is a great disseminator of in shells on tbe shores of the Red Sea..-WILFORD.

this valuable tree. -See Brown's Illustr. Tab. 19. S. A fabulous fountaia, where instruments are said to be con- 1. They have two morning, the Soobhi Kuam, and the Soobbi stantly playing..-RICHARDSON.

Sadig, the false and the real day-break..--WARUNG.

And then, her voice-'t is more than humanNever, till


had it been given To lips of any mortal woman

To utter notes so fresh from heaven; Sweet as the breath of angel sighs,

When angel sighs are most divine.-« Oh ! let it last till night, she cries,

« And he is more than ever mine.» And hourly she renews the lay,

So fearful lest its heavenly sweetness Should, ere the evening, fade away,

For things so heavenly have such flcetness! But, far from fading, it but grows Richer, diviner as it flows; Till rapt she dwells on every string,

And pours again each sound along, Like echo, lost and languishing

In love with her own wondrous song. That evening (trusting that his soul

Might be from haunting love released By mirth, by music, and the bowl)

The Imperial Selim held a seast In his magnificent Shalimar;In whose saloons, when the first star Of evening o'er the waters trembled, The valley's loveliest all assembled : All the bright creatures that, like dreams, Glide through its foliage, and drink beams Of beauty from its founts and streams,' And all those wandering minstrel-maids, Who leave-how can they leave ?—the shades Of that dear valley, and are found

Singing in gardens of the south ? Those songs, that ne'er so sweetly sound

As from a young Cashmerian's mouth. There too the laram's inmates smile;

Maids from the west, with sun-bright hair, And from the garden of the Nile,

Delicate as the roses there ;–3
Daughters of Love from Cyprus' rocks,
With Paphian diamonds in their locks;-4
Light Peri forms, such as there are
On the gold meads of Candabar ;3
And they, before whose sleepy eyes,

In their own bright Kathaian bowers,
Sparkle such rainbow butterflies,

That they might fancy the rich flowers,

That round them in the sun lay sigling,
Had been by magic all set flying !
Every thing young, every thing fair,
From east and west is blushing there:
Except-except-ol Nourmahal !
Thou loveliest, dearest of them all,

one, whose smile shone out alone,
Amidst a world the only one!
Whose light, among so many lights,
Was like that star, on starry nights,
The seaman singles from the sky,
To steer his bark for ever by!
Thou wert not there—so Selim thought,

And every thing seem'd drear without thee : But ah! thou wert, thou wert-and brought

Thy charm of song all fresh about thee;
Mingling unnoticed with a band
of utanists from many a land,
And veil'd by such a mask as shades
The features of young Arab maids, -'
A mask that leaves but one eye free,
To do its best in witchery,
She roved, with beating heart, around,
And waited, trembling, for the minute
When she might try if still the sound

Of her loved lute had magic in it.
The board was spread with fruits and wine ;

of gold, like those that shine On Casbin's bills;2-pomegranates full

Of melting sweetness, and the pears And sunniest apples 3 that Caubul

In all its thousand gardens 4 bears; Plantains, the golden and the green, Malaya's nectar'd mangusteen ;5 Prunes of Bokara, and sweet nuts

From the far groves of Samarcand,
And Basra dates, and apricots,

Seed of the Sun,6 from Iran's land ;-
With rich conserve of Visna cberries, 7
Of orange flowers, and of those berries
That, wild and fresh, the young gazelles
Feed on in Erac's rocky dells.8
All these in richest vases smile,
In baskets of pure

sandal-wood, And urns of porcelain from that isle9

Sunk underneath the Indian flood,

With grapes

1. The Arabian women wear black masks with little claspe, prer'. The waters of Cachemir are the more renowned from its being lily ordered..--CARREBT. NIEnure mentions their showing but one supposed that the Cachemirians are indebted for their beauty to them.. eye in conversation. Au YEZDI.

*. The golden grapes of Casbin.o-Description of Persia. 3 . From him I received the following little Gazzel, or Love Song,

3. The fruita exported from Caubul are apples, pears, pomegrathe notes of which he committed to paper from the voice of one of nates, etc. --ELPRINSTONE. thoor singing girls of Caclamere, who wander from that delightful 4. We sat down under a tree, listened to the birds, and talked with valley over the various parts of India..-Persian Miscellanies. the son of our Mehmaundar about our country and Cuubul, of which

3 . The roses of the Jinan Nile, or Garden of the Nile (attached he gave an enchanting account: that city and its hundred thousaad to the Emperor of Morocco's palace) are unequalled, and matrasses gardens,. etr.-Id. are made of tbeir leaves for the men of rank to recline upon,.- Jack- 4 . The Mangusteen, the most delicate fruit in the world; the pride 0.

of the Malay Islands. - MARSDEN. 4. On the side of a mountain near Paphos there is a casern which 6. A delicious kind of apricot, called by the Persians tokm-cbproduces the most beautiful roik crystal. On account of its brilliancy shers, signifying suo's seed..--Descript. of Persia. It has been called the Papbian diamond..-Mariti.

? a Sweetmeats in a crystal cup, consisting of rose-leares ia case s. There is a part of Candlar (alled Perin, or Fairy-Lund,.-- serve, with lemon or Visna cherry, orange flowers.. ete.--Ruum. THEVENOT In some of these countries to the North of India ge- • Antelopes cropping the fresh berries of Erae. - The Meal table gold is supposed to be produced.

lakat, a poem of Tsaurs. 6. These are the butterflies which are called in the Chinese lan- • Mauri-ga-Sima, an island near Formosa, supposed to have been guage Flying Leaves. Some of them have such shining colours, and sunk in the sea for the crimes of its inhabitants. The ressels ubick are so variegated, that they may be called flying forers; nad indeed the fishermen and disers bring up from it are sold at an immense they are always produced in the finest flower-gardens. , -Duns. price in China and Japan.-Seo KENPFER,


Whence oft the lucky diver brings
Vases to grace the halls of kings.
Wines too, of every elime and hue,
Around their liquid lustre threw;

Amber Rosolli,' - the bright dew
From vineyards of the Green-Sea gushing;a
And Shiraz wine, that richly ran

As if that jewel, large and rare,
The ruby, for which Kublai-Khan
Offer'd a city's wealth, 3 was blushing,

Melted within the goblets there!

And precious their tears as that rain from the sky,

Which turns into pearls as it falls in the sea.
Oh! think what the kiss and the smile must be worth,

When the sigh and the tear are so perfect in bliss;
And own, if there be an Elysium on earth,

It is this, it is this.

Here sparkles the nectar that, hallow'd by love,

Could draw down those angels of old from their sphere, Who for wine of this earth left the fountains above,

And forgot Heaven's stars for the eyes we have here.
And, bless'd with the odour our goblet gives forth,

What spirit the sweets of his Eden would miss?
For oh! if there be an Elysium on earth,

It is this, it is this.

And amply Selim quaffs of each,
And seems resolved the floods shall reach
His inward heart, shedding around

A genial deluge, as they run,
That soon shall leave no spot undrown'd,

For Love to rest his wings upon.
He little knew how well the boy,

Can float upon a goblet's streams, Lighting them with his smile of joy ;

As bards have seen him, in their dreams, Down the blue Gauges laughing glide

Upon a rosy lotus wreath, Catching new lustre from the tide

That with his image shone beneath.

The Georgian's song was scarcely mute,

When the same measure, sound for sound,
Was caught up by another lute,

And so divinely breathed around,
That all stood hush'd and wondering,

And turo'd and look'd into the air,
As if they thought to see the wing,

Of Israfil, the angel, there;
So powerfully on every soul
That new, enchanted measure stole.
While now a voice, sweet as the note
of the charm'd lute, was heard to boat
Along its chords, and so entwine

Its sound with theirs, that none knew whether
The voice or lute was most divine,

So wondrously they went together :

But what are cups, without the aid

Of song to speed them as they flow?
And see-a lovely Georgian maid,

With all the bloom, the freshen'd glow
Of her own country maidens' looks,
When warm they rise from Teflis' brooks; 5
And with an eye, whose restless ray,

Full, floating, dark--oh he, who knows
His heart is weak, of Heaven should pray,

To guard him from such eyes as those !
With a voluptuous wildness flings
Her snowy baod across the strings
Of a syrinda, and thus sings :-

There's a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has told,

When two, that are link'd in one heavenly tie,
With heart never changing and brow never cold,

Love on through all ills, and love on till they die!
One hour of a passion so sacred is worth

Whole ages of heartless and wandering bliss ;
And oh! if there be an Elysium on earth,

It is this, it is this.

Come hither, come hither-by night and by day,

'T was not the air, 't was not the words, We linger in pleasures that never are gone;

But that deep magic in the chords Like the waves of the summer, as one dies away,

And in the lips, that gave such power Another as sweet and as shining comes on.

As music knew not till that hour. And the love that is o'er, in expiring gives birth

At once a hundred voices said, To a new one as warm, as unequall'd in bliss;

« It is the mask'd Arabian maid !». And oh! if there be an Elysium on earth,

While Selim, who had felt the strain
It is this, it is this.

Deepest of any, and had lain

Some minutes wrape, as in a trance, Here maidens are sighing, and fragrant their sigh

After the fairy sounds were o'er, As the flower of the Amra just oped by a bee ;)

Too inly touch'd for utterance,

Now motion'd with his hand for more :+ Persian Tales. 1. The white wine of Kishma. 1. The King of Zelan is said to have the very finest ruby that was

Fly to the desert, fly with me, ever seen. Kublai-Khan soal and offered the value of a city for it, Our Arab tents are rude for thee; but the King answered he would not give it for the treasure of the But oh! the choice what heart can doubt world..-Marco Polo. . The Indians feigs that Cupid was first seen floating dora the

Of tents with love, or thrones without? Ganges on the Nymphæa Nelumbo,.-See Pwant.

$ Tellis is celebrated for its natural warm baths. ---See E»s HAUKAL. 1. The Nisan, or drops of spring rain, which they believe to pro8. The Indian Syrinda, or guitar.. --Sves.

dace pearls if they fall into shells..--RICHARDON. ; . Delightful are the flowers of the Amra-trees on the mountain- # For an account of the share which wipe had in the fall of the antops, while the murmunng bees pursue their voluptuous toil .-jong gols, see Manni. of Jayadeva.

1 The Angel of Music. - See note, p. 4G

Our rocks are rough, but smiling there
The acacia waves her yellow hair,
Lonely and sweet, nor loved the less
For flowering in a wilderness.

Our sands are bare, but down their slope
The silvery-footed antelope
As gracefully and gaily springs
As o'er the marble courts of kings.

As if I were fix'd by magic there, -
And naming her, so long unnamed,
So long unseen, wildly exclaim'd,
« Oh, Nourmahal! oh, Nourmahal!

Hadst thou but sung this witching strain, I could forget-forgive thee all,

And never leave those eyes again.»
The mask is off-the charm is wrought-
And Selim to his heart has caught,
In blushes, more than ever bright,
llis Nourmahal, his Haram's Light!
And well do vanish'd frowns enhance
The charm of every brighten'd glance;
And dearer seems each dawning smile
For having lost its light awhile;
And, happier now for all her sighis,

As on his arm her head reposes,
She whispers him, with laughing eyes,

« Remember, love, the Feast of Roses'.

Then come

- thy Arab maid will be The loved and lone acacia-tree, The antelope, whose feet shall bless With their light sound thy loneliness.

Ob! there are looks and tones that dart
An instant sunshine through the heart, -
As if the soul that minute caught
Some treasure it through life had sought;

As if the very lips and eyes Predestined to have all our sighis, And never be forgot again, Sparkled and spoke before us then!


So came thy every glance and tone,
When first on me they breathed and shone,
New, as if brought from other spheres,
Yet welcome as if loved for years !

Then fly with me,-if thou hast known
No other flame, nor falsely thrown
A gem away, that thou hadst sworn
Should ever in thy heart be worn.

Come, if the love thou hast for me

and fresh as mine for thee, Fresh as the fountain under ground When first 't is by the lapwing found.'

But if for me thou dost forsake Some other maid, and rudely break Her worshipp'd image from its base, To give to me the ruin'd place ;

FADLADEEN, at the conclusion of this light rhapsody, took occasion to suin up his opinion of the young Cashmerian's poetry, -of which, he trusted, they had that evening heard the last. Having recapitulated the epithets, «frivolous » - «inharmonious » -nonsensical,» lie proceeded to say that, viewing it in the most favourable light, it resembled one of those Maldivian boats, to which the Princess had alluded in the relation of her dream,'- slight, gilded thing, sent adrift without rudder or ballast, and with nothing but vapid sweets and faded flowers on board. The profusion, indeed, of tlowers and birds, which this poet had ready on all occasions-not to mention dews, gems, etc. was a most oppressive kind of opulence to his hearers; and had the unlucky effect of giving to his style all the glitter of the flower-garden without its method, and all the flutter of the aviary without its song. In addition to this, he chose his subjects badly, and was always most inspired by the worst parts of them. The charms of paganism, the merits of rebellion,-these were the themes honoured with his particular enthusiasm ; and in the poem just recited, one of his most palatable passages was in praise of that beverage of the Unfaithful, wine; « being, perhaps,» said he, relaxing into a smile, as conscious of his own character in the Haram on this point, « one of those bards whose fancy owes all its illumination to the grape, like that painted porcelain, so curious and so rare, whose images are only visible when liquor is poured into it.” Upon the whole, it was his opinion, from the specimens which they had heard, and which, he begged to say, were the ! inost tiresome part of the journey, that-whatever other merits this well-dressed young gentleman might possess-poetry was by no means his proper avoration; vand indeed,» concluded the critic, « from his fondness for flowers and for birds, I would venture to suggest that a tlorist or a bird-catcher is a much more suitable calling for bim than a poet.»

They had now begun to ascend those barrey mouniaius, which separate Caslinere from the rest of India; and, as the beats were intolerable, and the time of their encamp ments limited to the few hours necessary for refreshi

Then, fare thee well-I'd rather make
My bower upon some icy lake
When thawing suns begin to shine,
Than trust to love so false as thine'

There was a pathos in this lay,

That even without enchantment's art, Would instantly have found its way Deep into Selim's burning heart; But breathing, as it did, a tone To earthly lutes and lips unknown, With every chord fresh from the touch Of music's spirit, -'I was too much! Starting, he daslid away the cup,

Which, all the time of this sweet air, His hand had held, untasted, up,

See pas

· Tlie Hudbud, or Lapwing, is supposed to have the power of dis. covering water onder ground,

ment and repose, there was an end to all their delightful that the king of Bucharia would make the most exemevenings, and Lalla Rookha saw no more of Feramorz. plary husband imaginable. Nor, indeed, could Lalla She now felt that her short dream of happiness was Rookh herself help feeling the kindness and splendour over, and that she had nothing but the recollection of with which the young bridegroom welcomed her ;its few blissful hours, like the one draught of sweet but she also felt how painful is the gratitude which water that serves the camel across the wilderness, to be kindness from those we cancot love excites; and that her heart's refreshment during the dreary waste of life their best blandishments come over the heart with all that was before her. The blight that had fallen upon that chilling and deadly sweetness, which we can fancy her spirits soon found its way to her cheek, and her in the cold odoriferous wind that is to blow over this ladies saw with regret—though not without some sus carth in the last days. picion of the cause—that the beauty of their mistress, The marriage was fixed for the morning after her of which they were almost as proud as of their own, arrival, when she was, for the first time, to be presented was fast vanishing away at the very moment of all to the monarch in that Imperial Palace beyond the when she had most need of it. What must the King lake, called the Shalimar. Though a night of more of Bucharia feel, when, instead of the lively and beau-wakeful and anxious thought had never been passed in tiful Lalla Rookh, whom the poets of Delhi had de- the Happy Valley before, yet when she rose in the scribed as more perfect than the divinest images in the morning and her ladies came round her, to assist in House of Azor, he should receive a pale and inanimate the adjustment of the bridal ornaments, they thought victim, upou whose cheek peither health nor pleasure they had never seen her look half so beautiful. What bloomed, and from whose eyes Love had fled, --10 bide she had lost of the bloom and radiancy of her charms himself in her heart!

was more than made up by that intellectual expression, If any thing could have charmed away the mean that soul in the eyes which is worth all the rest of choly of her spirits, it would have been the fresh airs loveliness. When they had tinged her fingers with the and enchanting scenery of that Valley, which the Per- Henna leaf, and placed upon her brow a small coronet sians so justly called the Cnequalled. But neither the of jewels, of the shape worn by the ancient Queens of coolness of its atmosphere, so luxurious after toiling Bucharia, they flung over her head the rose-coloured up those bare and burning mountains — neither the bridal veil, and she proceeded to the barge that was to splendour of the minarets and pagodas, that shone out convey her across the lake ; — first kissing, with a from the depth of its woods, nor the grottos, hermi- mournful look, the little amulet of cornelian which her tages, and miraculous fountains, which make every father had hung about her neck at parting. spot of that region holy ground;-neither the count- The morning was as fair as the maid upon whose less water-falls, that rush into the Valley from all those nuptials it rose, and the shining lake, all covered with high and romantic mountains that encircle it, nor the boats, the minstrels playing upon the shores of the fair city on the Lake, whose houses, roofed with flow- islands, and the crowded summer-houses on the green ers, appeared at a distance like one vast and variegated hills around, with shawls and banners waving from parterre :--not all these wonders and glories of the their roofs, presented such a picture of animated remost lovely country under the sun could steal her heart joicing, as only she, who was the object of it all, did for a minute from those sad thoughts, which but not feel with transport. To Lalla Rookh alone it was darkened and grew bitterer every step she advanced. i melancholy pageant; nor could she have even borne

The gay pomps and processions that met her upon to look upon the scene, were it not for a liope that, her entrance into the Valley, and the magnificence with among the crowds around, she might once more perwhich the roads all along were decorated, did honour haps catch a glimpse of Feramorz. So much was her to the taste and gallantry of the young King. It was imagination haunted by this thought, that there was night when they approached the city, and, for the last scarcely an islet or boat she passed, at which her heart two miles, they had passed under arches, thrown from did noi flutter with a momentary fancy that he was bedge to liedge, festooned with only those rarest roses there. Happy, in her eyes, the humblest slave upon from which the Altar Gul, more precious than gold, whom the light of his dear looks fell!--In the barge imis distilled, and illuminated in rich and fanciful forms mediately after the Princess was Fadladeen, with his with lanterns of the triple-coloured tortoise-shell of silken curtains thrown widely apart, that all might Pegu. Sometimes, from a dark wood by the side of have the benefit of his august presence, and with his the road, a display of fire-works would break out, so liead full of the speech he was to deliver to the King, sudden and so brilliant, that a Bramin might think be a concerning Feramora, and literature, and the Chabuk, saw that grove, in whose purple shade the God of as connected therewith.» Battles was born, bursting into a flame at the moment They had now entered the canal which leads from of his birth.-While, at other times, a quick and playful the lake to the splendid domes and saloons of the Shairradiation continued to brighten all the fields and limar, and glided on through gardens ascending from gardens by which they passed, forming a line of each bank, full of flowering shrubs that made the air dancing lights along the horizon; like the meteors of all perfume; while from the middle of the canal rose the north as they are seen by those hunters, who pur-jets of water, smooth and unbroken, to such a dazzling sue the white and blue foxes on the confines of the Icy height, that they stood like pillars of diamond in the Sea.

sunshine. After sailing under the arches of various These arches and fire-works delighted the ladies of saloons, they at length arrived at the last and most the Princess exceedingly, and, with their usual good magnificent, where the monarch awaited the coming logic, they deduced from his taste for illuminations, of his bride; and such was the agitation of her heart

and frame, that it was with difficulty she walked up 1 Kachwire be Nazeer.- FORSTER.

the marble steps, which were covered with cloth of

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