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-flower, 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 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, Is found in the bruised and wounded rind To twine our braid, To morrow the dreams and flowers will fade. No sooner was the flowery crown Placed on her head, than sleep came down, Where Love himself, of old, lay sleeping;-4 And such a sound is in the air From Chindara's5 warbling fount I come, Call'd by that moonlight garland's spell; From Chindara's fount, my fairy home, Where in music, morn and night, I dwell; The almond-tree, with white flowers, blossoms on the bare branches-HASSELQUIST. 2 An herb on Mount Libanus, which is said to communicate a ow golden hue to the teeth of the goats and other animals that graze upon it. The myrrh country. 4. This idea (of deities living in shells) was not unknown to the Greeks, who represent the young Nerites, one of the Cupids, as living in shells on the shores of the Red Sea..-WILFORD. 5. A fabulous fountain, where instruments are said to be constantly playing.-RICHARDSON. 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's a magic in music's strain, Of that moonlight wreath, For mine is the lay that lightly floats, Mine is the charm, whose mystic sway Tis I that mingle in one sweet measure 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, As his own white plume, that high amid death Through the field has shone-yet moves with a breath. 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, Of that moonlight wreath, Tis dawn-at least that earlier dawn, The wonders of her lute, whose stringsOh bliss-now murmur like the sighing From that ambrosial Spirit's wings! 1. The Pompadour pigeon is the species which, by carrying the frait of the cinnamon to different places, is a great disseminator of this valuable tree.-See Baows's Illustr. Tab. 19. 1. They have two mornings, the Soobhi Kazim, and the Soobbi Sadig, the false and the real day-break.-WARING. And then, her voice-'tis more than humanNever, till now, 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 fleetness! 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. Might be from haunting love released In whose saloons, when the first star As from a young Cashmerian's mouth. Maids from the west, with sun-bright hair, And from the garden of the Nile, Delicate as the roses there;-3 That they might fancy the rich flowers, 1. The waters of Cachemir are the more renowned from its being supposed that the Cachemirians are indebted for their beauty to them." ALI YEZDI. 2. From him I received the following little Gazzel, or Love Song, the notes of which he committed to paper from the voice of one of those singing girls of Cachmere, who wander from that delightful valley over the various parts of India.-Persian Miscellanies. 3 The roses of the Jinan Nile, or Garden of the Nile (attached to the Emperor of Morocco's palace) are unequalled, and matrasses are made of their leaves for the men of rank to recline upon..-JACK That round them in the sun lay sighing, 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 lutanists from many a land, Of her loved lute had magic in it. The board was spread with fruits and wine; Of melting sweetness, and the pears In all its thousand gardens 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 cherries,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, 1 The Arabian women wear black masks with little clasps, prettily ordered.-CARRERI NIEUR mentions their showing but one eye in conversation. 2 The golden grapes of Casbin.-Description of Persia. 3. The fruits exported from Caubul are apples, pears, pomegranates, etc.-ELPRINSTONE. 4. We sat down under a tree, listened to the birds, and talked with! the son of our Mehmaundar about our country and Caubul, of which he gave an enchanting account that city and its hundred thousand gardens, etc.—Id. The Mangusteen, the most delicate fruit in the world; the pride of the Malay Islands.- MARSDEN. 6. A delicious kind of apricot, called by the Persians tokm-ekshems, signifying sun's seed..-Descript. of Persia. 7. Sweetmeats in a crystal cup, consisting of rose-leaves in conserve, with lemon or Visna cherry, orange flowers, etc.-Reun. Antelopes cropping the fresh berries of Erac.—The Meallakat, a poem of TARAVA. * Mauri-ga-Sima, an island near Formosa, supposed to have been sunk in the sea for the crimes of its inhabitants. The vessels which the fishermen and divers bring up from it are sold at an immense price in China and Japan.-Sec KEMPFER, Whence oft the lucky diver brings Amber Rosolli,'-—the bright dew 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 amply Selim quaffs of each, 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 Ganges laughing glide Upon a rosy lotus wreath,4 Catching new lustre from the tide That with his image shone beneath. 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 hand across the strings Of a syrinda, and thus sings: Come hither, come hither-by night and by day, Here maidens are sighing, and fragrant their sigh As the flower of the Amra just oped by a bee ;7 1 Persian Tales. 2. The white wine of Kishma. 1. The King of Zeilan is said to have the very finest ruby that was ever seen. Kublai-Khan sent and offered the value of a city for it, but the King answered he would not give it for the treasure of the world..-MARCO POLO. 4. The Indians feign that Cupid was first seen floating down the Ganges on the Nymphæra Nelumbo..-See PENNANT. Teflis is celebrated for its natural warm baths.-See EaN HAUKAL. 6. The Indian Syrinda, or guitar-SYS. 7. Delightful are the flowers of the Amra-trees on the mountain And precious their tears as that rain from the sky,' Here sparkles the nectar that, hallow'd by love, 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 turn'd and look'd into the air, As if they thought to see the wing, 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: 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 ; 'T was not the air, 't was not the words, « It is the mask'd Arabian maid!» After the fairy sounds were o'er, Now motion'd with his hand for more: Fly to the desert, fly with me, Our Arab tents are rude for thee; But oh! the choice what heart can doubt Of tents with love, or thrones without? The Nisan, or drops of spring rain, which they believe to produce pearls if they fall into shells, RICHARDSON. For an account of the share which wine had in the fall of the an tops while the murmuring bees pursue their voluptuous toil,—Song | gels, soe Mariti. of Jayadeva. The Angel of Music.-See note, p. 46 As if 't were fix'd by magic there,— I could forget-forgive thee all, As on his arm her head reposes, « Remember, love, the Feast of Roses!» The FADLADEEN, at the conclusion of this light rhapsody, took occasion to sum 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,» he 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,'-a slight, gilded thing, sent adrift without rudder or ballast, and with nothing but vapid sweets and faded flowers on board. The profusion, indeed, of flowers 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. 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 most tiresome part of the journey, that-whatever ¦ other merits this well-dressed young gentleman might possess-poetry was by no means his proper avocation; << and indeed,» concluded the critic, « from his fondness for flowers and for birds, I would venture to suggest that a florist or a bird-catcher is a much more suitable calling for him than a poet.» They had now begun to ascend those barren mountains, which separate Cashmere from the rest of India; and, as the heats were intolerable, and the time of their encamp meuts limited to the few hours necessary for refresh • See page 39. that the King of Bucharia would make the most exemplary husband imaginable. Nor, indeed, could Lalla Rookh herself help feeling the kindness and splendour with which the young bridegroom welcomed her;-but she also felt how painful is the gratitude which kindness from those we cannot love excites; and that their best blandishments come over the heart with all that chilling and deadly sweetness, which we can fancy in the cold odoriferous wind that is to blow over this ment and repose, there was an end to all their delightful evenings, and Lalla Rookh saw no more of Feramorz. She now felt that her short dream of happiness was over, and that she had nothing but the recollection of its few blissful hours, like the one draught of sweet water that serves the camel across the wilderness, to be her heart's refreshment during the dreary waste of life that was before her. The blight that had fallen upon her spirits soon found its way to her cheek, and her ladies saw with regret-though not without some sus-earth in the last days. picion of the cause--that the beauty of their mistress, of which they were almost as proud as of their own, was fast vanishing away at the very moment of all when she had most need of it. What must the King 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 described as more perfect than the divinest images in the House of Azor, he should receive a pale and inanimate victim, upon whose cheek neither health nor pleasure bloomed, and from whose eyes Love had fled,-to hide himself in her heart! The marriage was fixed for the morning after her arrival, when she was, for the first time, to be presented to the monarch in that Imperial Palace beyond the lake, called the Shalimar. Though a night of more of jewels, of the shape worn by the ancient Queens of Bucharia, they flung over her head the rose-coloured bridal veil, and she proceeded to the barge that was to convey her across the lake; first kissing, with a mournful look, the little amulet of cornelian which her father had hung about her neck at parting. the Happy Valley before, yet when she rose in the morning and her ladies came round her, to assist in the adjustment of the bridal ornaments, they thought they had never seen her look half so beautiful. What she had lost of the bloom and radiancy of her charms was more than made up by that intellectual expression, If any thing could have charmed away the melan-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 Unequalled. But neither the coolness of its atmosphere, so luxurious after toiling up those bare and burning mountains- neither the splendour of the minarets and pagodas, that shone out from the depth of its woods, nor the grottos, hermitages, and miraculous fountains, which make every spot of that region holy ground;-neither the countless water-falls, that rush into the Valley from all those high and romantic mountains that encircle it, nor 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 parterre:-not all these wonders and glories of the most lovely country under the sun could steal her heart for a minute from those sad thoughts, which but darkened and grew bitterer every step she advanced. The morning was as fair as the maid upon whose nuptials it rose, and the shining lake, all covered with boats, the minstrels playing upon the shores of the hills around, with shawls and banners waving from their roofs, presented such a picture of animated rejoicing, as only she, who was the object of it all, did not feel with transport. To Lalla Rookh alone it was a melancholy pageant; nor could she have even borne to look upon the scene, were it not for a hope that, among the crowds around, she might once more perhaps catch a glimpse of Feramorz. So much was her imagination haunted by this thought, that there was scarcely an islet or boat she passed, at which her heart did not flutter with a momentary fancy that he was there. Happy, in her eyes, the humblest slave upon whom the light of his dear looks fell!-In the barge immediately after the Princess was Fadladeen, with his silken curtains thrown widely apart, that all might have the benefit of his august presence, and with his head full of the speech he was to deliver to the King, « concerning Feramorz, and literature, and the Chabuk, as connected therewith.» The gay pomps and processions that met her upon her entrance into the Valley, and the magnificence with which the roads all along were decorated, did honour to the taste and gallantry of the young King. It was night when they approached the city, and, for the last two miles, they had passed under arches, thrown from hedge to hedge, festooned with only those rarest roses from which the Attar Gul, more precious than gold, is distilled, and illuminated in rich and fanciful forms with lanterns of the triple-coloured tortoise-shell of Pegu. Sometimes, from a dark wood by the side of the road, a display of fire-works would break out, so sudden and so brilliant, that a Bramin might think he saw that grove, in whose purple shade the God of 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 Sea. These arches and fire-works delighted the ladies of the Princess exceedingly, and, with their usual good logic, they deduced from his taste for illuminations, 1 Kachmire be Nazeer.-FORSTER. height, that they stood like pillars of diamond in the sunshine. After sailing under the arches of various saloons, they at length arrived at the last and most magnificent, where the monarch awaited the coming of his bride; and such was the agitation of her heart and frame, that it was with difficulty she walked up the marble steps, which were covered with cloth of |