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But never yet hath bride or maid
In Araby's gay Haram smiled,
Before Al Hassan's blooming child.
Light as the angel shapes that bless
Where, through some shades of earthly feeling, Religion's softened glories shine,
Like light through summer foliage stealing,
a « They say that if a snake or serpent fix his eyes on the lustre of those stones, (emeralds,) he immediately becomes blind." --Ahmed ben Abdalaziz, Treatise on Jewels.
Such is the maid who, at this hour,
Hath risen from her restless sleep, And sits alone in that high bower,
Watching the still and shining deep. Ah! 'twas not thus,—with tearful eyes
And beating heart,—she used to gaze On the magnificent earth and skies,
In her own land, in happier days. Why looks she now so anxious down Among those rocks, whose rugged frown
Blackens the mirror of the deep? Who'm waits she all this lonely night?
Too rough the rocks, too bold the steep, For man to scale that turret's height!-
So deemed at least her thoughtful sire,
When high, to catch the cool night-air, After the daybeam's withering fire, a
He built her bower of freshness there, And had it decked with costliest skill,
And fondly thought it safe as fair :Think, reverend dreamer! think so still,
Nor wake to learn what Love can dare ; Love, all-defying Love, who sees No charm in trophies won with ease;
a « At Gombaroon and the Isle of Ormus it is sometimes so hot, that the people are obliged to lie all day in the water.”—Marco Polo.
Whose rarest, dearest fruits of bliss
For pearls, but when the sea's at rest,
Hath ever held that pearl the best
There's one who, but to kiss thy cheek,
Of ARARAT's tremendous peak,
a « 'This mountain is generally supposed to be inaccessible. Struy says, «I can well assure the reader that their opinion is not true, who suppose this mount to be inaccessible.” He adds, that the lower part of the mountain is cloudy, misty, and dark, the middlemost part very cold, and like clouds of snow, but the upper regions perfectly calm.”—It was on this mountain that the ark was supposed to have rested after the Deluge, and part of it, they say, exists there still, which Struy thus gravely accounts for:
—Whereas none remember that the air on the top of the hill did ever change or was subject either to wind or rain, which is presumed to be the reason that the Ark has endured so long without being rotten.”-See Carreri's Travels, where the Doctor laughs at this whole account of Mount Ararat.
And stretchest down thy arms of snow,
The hero Zal in that fond hour,
Now climbs the rocks to HINDA's bower.
The rock-goats of ARABIA clamber, 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 ;
a In one of the books of the Shâh Nâmeh, when Zal (a celebrated hero of Persia, remarkable for his white hair) comes to the terrace of his mistress Rodahver at night, she lets down her long tresses to assist him in his ascent;he, however, manages it in a less romantic way by fixing his crook in a projecting beam.”—See Champion's Ferdosi.
b« On the lofty hills of Arabia Petræa are rock-goats." — Niebuhr.
Like one who meets, in Indian groves,
Some beauteous bird without a name,
Alla forbid ! 'twas by a moon
Some ditty to her soft Kanoon, Alone, at this same witching hour,
She first beheld his radiant eyes
Where nightly now they mix their sighs ;
And—though, when terror's swoon had past, She saw a youth, of mortal kind,
Before her in obeisance cast, Yet often since, when he hath spoken Strange, awful words,—and gleams have broken
a «Canun, espèce de psalterion, avec des cordes de boyaux ; les dames en touchent dans le serrail, avec des décailles armées de pointes de cooc.”Toderini, translated by De Corrnand.