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All hushed-there's not a breeze in motion;
Nor leaf is stirred nor wave is driven;
Can hardly win a breath from heaven.
Ev'n he, that tyrant Arab, sleeps
To carnage and the Koran given,
In the warm blood his hand hath poured, To mutter o’er some text of God
Engraven on his reeking sword ;- —
a « At Gombaroon and other places in Persia, they have towers for the purpose of catching the wind, and cooling the houses.”—Le Bruyn.
b«Iran is the true general name for the empire of Persia.”—Asiat. Res. Disc.5.
c«On the blades of their scimitars some verse from the Koran is usually inscribed.”-Russel.
Nay, who can coolly note the line,
Just Alla! what must be thy look,
When such a wretch before thee stands
Turning the leaves with blood-stained hands,
Which, from the sunniest flowers that glad
Draw venom forth that drives men mad.a
Never did fierce ARABIA send
· A satrap forth more direly great ;
Beneath a yoke of deadlier weight.
a «There is a kind of Rhododendros about Trebizond, whose flowers the bee feeds upon, and the honey thence drives people mad.”—Tournefort.
Her towers, where MITHRA once had burned,
Like gems, in darkness, issuing rays
· Beam all the light of long-lost days! And swords she hath, nor weak nor slow
To second all such hearts can dare ; As he shall know, well, dearly know
Who sleeps in moonlight luxury there, Tranquil as if his spirit lay Becalmed in Heaven's approving ray. Sleep on-for purer eyes than thine Those waves are hushed, those planets shine ; Sleep on, and be thy rest unmoved
By the white moonbeam's dazzling power ;None but the loving and the loved
Should be awake at this sweet hour.
And see—where, high above those rocks
That o'er the deep their shadows fling, Yon turret stands ;-where ebon locks,
As glossy as a heron's wing
Upon the turban of a king, a
Is Beauty, curtained from the sight
One only mansion with her light! Unseen by man's disturbing eye,
The flower that blooms beneath the sea, Too deep for sunbeams, doth not lie
Hid in more chaste obscurity.
To lift the veil that shades them o'er! Like those who, all at once, discover
In the lone deep some fairy shore,
a « Their kings wear plumes of black herons' feathers upon the right side, as a badge of sovereignty.”—Hanway.
b « The Fountain of Youth, ty a Mahometan tradition, is situated in some dark region of the East.”- Richardson.
And sleep and wake in scented airs
Beautiful are the maids that glide,
On summer-eves, through YEMEN'S dales,
Behind their litters' roseate veils ;-
Who, lulled in cool kiosk or bower,”
And grow still lovelier every hour,
a Arabia Felix.
D « In the midst of the garden is the chiosk, that is, a large room, commonly beautified with a fine fountain in the midst of it. It is raised nine or ten steps, and enclosed with gilded lattices, round which vines, jessamines, and honeysuckles, make a sort of green wall; large trees are planted round this place, which is the scene of their greatest pleasures.”—Lady M. W. Montagu.
c The women of the East are never without their looking-glasses. “In Barbary,” says Shaw, “they are so fond of their looking-glasses, which they hang upon their breasts, that they will not lay them aside, even when, after the drudgery of the day, they are obliged to go two or three miles with a pitcher or a goat's skin to fetch water."— Travels.
In other parts of Asia they wear little looking-glasses on their thumbs. “ Hence (and from the lotus being considered the emblem of beauty) is the meaning of the following mute intercourse of two lovers before their parents:
6 • He, with salute of deference due,
A lotus to his forehead pressed;
Asiatic Miscellany, vol. ii.