"If Love hath made one thought his own,

"That Vengeance claims first-lást - alone! "Oh! had we never, never met,

"Or could this heart ev'n now forget

"How link'd, how bless'd we might have been, "Had fate not frown'd so dark between !

"Hadst thou been born a Persian maid,

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"In neighbouring valleys had we dwelt,

Through the same fields in childhood play'd, "At the same kindling altar knelt, "Then, then, while all those nameless ties, "In which the charm of Country lies, "Had round our hearts been hourly spun, "Till IRAN'S cause and thine were one; · "While in thy lute's awakening sigh "I heard the voice of days gone by, "And saw in every smile of thine "Returning hours of glory shine!~

"While the wrong'd Spirit of our Land

"Liv'd, look'd, and spoke her wrongs through thee, ——

"God! who could then this sword withstand?

"Its very flash were victory!

"But now

estrang'd, divorc'd for ever,

"Far as the

grasp

of Fate can sever;

"Our only ties what love has wove,

"Faith, friends, and country, sunder'd wide;

"And then, then only, true to love,

"When false to all that's dear beside!

"Thy father IRAN'S deadliest foe

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Thyself, perhaps, ev'n now but no"Hate never look'd so lovely yet! "No-sacred to thy soul will be "The land of him who could forget "All but that bleeding land for thee! "When other eyes shall see, unmov'd,

"Her widows mourn, her warriors fall, "Thou'lt think how well one Gheber lov'd, "And for his sake thou'lt weep for all!

With sudden start he turn'd

And pointed to the distant wave,

Where lights, like charnel meteors, burn'd

Bluely, as o'er some seaman's

And fiery darts, at intervals,'

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grave;

Flew up all sparkling from the main,

"The Mameluks that were in the other boat, when it was dark used to shoot up a sort of fiery arrows into the air, which in some measure resembled lightning or falling stars." Baumgarten.

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As if each star that nightly falls,

Were shooting back to heaven again.

"Both, both are ruin'd, if I stay.

"Farewel - sweet life! thou cling'st in vain "Now - Vengeance! - I am thine again." Fiercely he broke away, nor stopp'd,

Nor look'd but from the lattice dropp'd

Down mid the pointed crags beneath,

As if he fled from love to death.

While pale and mute young HINDA stood,

Nor mov'd, till in the silent flood

A momentary plunge below

Startled her from her trance of woe;

Shrieking she to the lattice flew,

"I come - I come - if in that tide

"Thou sleep'st to-night I'll sleep there too,

"In death's cold wedlock by thy side.

"Oh! I would ask no happier bed

"Than the chill wave my love lies under ;

"Sweeter to rest together dead,

"Far sweeter, than to live asunder !"

But no their hour is not yet come
Again she sees his pinnace fly,
Wafting him fleetly to his home,

Where'er that ill-starr'd home may lie;

And calm and smooth it seem'd to win
Its moonlight way before the wind,
As if it bore all peace within,

Nor left one breaking heart behind!

THE Princess, whose heart was sad enough already,

could have wished that FERAMORZ had chosen a less melancholy story; as it is only to the happy that tears are a luxury. Her Ladies, however, were by no means sorry that love was once more the Poet's theme; for, when he spoke of love, they said, his voice was as sweet as if he had chewed the leaves of that enchanted tree, which grows over the tomb of the musician, TanSein.

Their road all the morning had lain through a very dreary country; through valleys, covered with a low bushy jungle, where, in more than one place, the awful signal of the bamboo staff, with the white flag at its top, reminded the traveller that in that very spot the tiger had made some human creature his victim. It was therefore with much pleasure that they arrived at sunset in a safe and lovely glen, and encamped under one of those holy trees, whose smooth columns and spreading roofs seem to destine them for natural temples of religion. Beneath the shade, some pious