But keep him what he is, no hell were worse.' At length, with fiendish laugh, like that which broke | So let him-EBLIS! grant this crowning curse, "Oh my lost soul!" exclaim'd the shuddering maid, Whose ears had drunk like poison all he said,MOKANNA started-not abash'd, afraid,— He knew no more of fear than one who dwells But, in those dismal words that reach'd his ear, "Ha, my fair Priestess!"-thus, with ready wile, Th' impostor turn'd to greet her-"thou, whose smile Hath inspiration in its rosy beam "Ye too, believers of incredible creeds, Beyond th' enthusiast's hope or prophet's dream! From Light's own fount, supplies of brilliancy! 34 But hear me, Priestess !-thougn each nymph of these | Must he too, glorious as he is, be driven Hath some peculiar practised power to please, a fence Of Kerzrah flow'rs, came filled with pestilence:1 of frowns from her, of virtuous frowns, were fled, At first, though mute she listen'd, like a dream A renegade like me from Love and Heaven? Do, do-in vain-he'll not believe my shame— "Oh not for worlds!" she cried-"Great God! to A loathsome thing, all pestilence, all flame! whom I once knelt innocent, is this my doom? Are all my dreams, my hopes of heavenly bliss, To live, the wanton of a fiend! to be The pander of his guilt-oh, infamy! If when I'm gone "Hold, fearless maniac, hold, And I will serve, dark fiend! will worship, even thee!" And should the youth, whom soon those eyes shall The maid, whose spirit his rude taunts had stirr'd warm, Indeed resemble thy dead lover's form, So much the happier wilt thou find thy doom, 'Obey'd!-'tis well-yes, I deserve it all- Through all its depths, and rous'd an anger there, "Yes, my sworn bride, let others seek in bowers 1 The ancient story concerning the Trochilus, or hum"It is commonly said in Persia, that if a man breathe ming bird, entering with impunity into the mouth of the in the hot south-wind, which in June or July passes over crocodile, is firmly believed at Java. Barrow's CochinThevenot. China. that flower, [the Kerzerah,] it will kill him.” (Immortal spirits in their time, no doubt,) | introduced, and FADLADEEN, who could never make From reeking shrouds, upon the rite look'd out ! up his mind as to the merits of a poet, till he knew That oath thou heardst more lips than thine repeat the religious sect to which he belonged, was about That cup—thou shudderest, lady-was it sweet? to ask him whether he was a Shia or a Sooni, when That cup we pledg'd, the charnel's choicest wine, LALLA Rookh impatiently clapped her hands for Hath bound thee--aye—body and soul all mine; silence, and the youth, being seated upon the musnud Bound thee by chains, that, whether blest or curst near her, proceeded :No matter now, not hell itself shall burst !Hence, woman, to the Haram, and look gay, PREPARE thy soul, young Azim! thou hast brav'd Look wild, look-any thing but sad ;-yet stay The bands of GREECE, still mighty, though enslav'd; One moment more--from what this night hath pass’d, Hast fac'd her phalanx, arm'd with all its fame, I see that thou know'st me, know'st me well at last. Her Macedonian pikes and globes of flame ; Ha! ha! and so, fond thing, thou thought'st all true, All this hast fronted, with firm heart and brow, And that I love mankind !-I do, I do But a more perilous trial waits thee now,As victims, love them; as the sea-dog doats Woman's bright eyes, a dazzling host of eyes Upon the small sweet fry that round him floats ; From every land where woman smiles or sighs ; Or as the Nile-bird loves the slime that gives Of every hue, as Love may chance to raise That rank and venomous food on which she lives !! His black or azure banner in their blaze; And, now thou see'st my soul's angelic hue, And each sweet mode of warfare, from the flash 'Tis time those features were uncurtain'd too;- That lightens boldly through the shadowy lash, This brow, whose light--oh, rare celestial light! To the sly, stealing splendours, almost hid, Hath been reserv'd to bless thy favour'd sight! Like swords half-sheath d, beneath the downcast lid These dazzling eyes, before whose shrouded might Such, Azim, is the lovely, luminous host Thou'st seen immortal man kneel down and quake-Now led against thee; and, let conquerors boast Would that they were Heaven's lightnings for his sake! Their fields of fame, he who in virtue arms But turn and look—then wonder, if thou wilt, A young, warm spirit against beauty's charms, That I should hate, should take revenge, by guilt, Who feels her brightness, yet defies her thrall, Upon the hand, whose mischief or whose mirth Is the best, bravest conqueror of them all. Sent me thus maim'd and monstrous upon earth; Now, through the Harem chambers, moving lights And on that race who, though more vile they be And busy shapes proclaim the toilet's rites Than mowing apes, are demi-gods to me! From room to room the ready handmaids hie, Here, judge, if Hell with all its power to damn, Some skill'd to wreathe the turban tastefully, Can add one curse to the foul thing I am!”— Or hang the veil, in negligence of shade, He rais’d his veil--the Maid turn'd slowly round, O'er the warm blushes of the youthful maid, Look'd at him-shriek’d—and sunk upon the ground. Who, if between the folds but one eye shone, Like SEBA's Queen could vanquish with that one :' While some bring leaves of Henna to imbue On their arrival, next night, at the place of encamp- The fingers' ends with a bright roseate hue,? ment, they were surprised and delighted to find the So bright, that in the mirror's depth they seem groves all round illuminated; some artists of Yam- Like tips of coral branches in the stream; tcheou having been sent on previously for the pur- And others mix the Kohol's jetty dye, pose. On each side of the green alley, which led to To give that long, dark languish to the eye,) the Royal Pavilion, artificial sceneries of bamboo. Which makes the maids, whom kings are proud to cull work were erected, representing arches, minarets, From fair Circassia's vales, so beautiful. and towers, from which hung thousands of silken All is in motion; rings, and plumes, and pearls lanterns, painted by the most delicate pencils of Can- Are shining every where ;—some younger girls ton. Nothing could be more beautiful than the leaves Are gone by moonlight to the garden beds, of the mango-trees and acacias, shining in the light To gather fresh, cool chaplets for their heads ; of the bamboo scenery, which shed a lustre round as Gay creatures ! sweet, though mournful 'tis to see soft as that of the nights of Peristan. How each prefers a garland from that tree Lalla Rookh, however, who was too much occu- Which brings to mind her childhood's innocent day, pied by the sad story of Zelica and her lover, to And the dear fields and friendships far away. give a thought to any thing else, except, perhaps, him The maid of India, blest again to hold who related it, hurried on through this scene of splen- In her full lap the Champac's leaves of gold, dour to her pavilion,--greatly to the mortification of Thinks of the time, when, by the Ganges' food, the poor artists of Yamtcheou,—and was followed Her little play-mates scatter'd many a bud with equal rapidity by the great Chamberlain, cursing, as he went, that ancient Mandarin, whose parental 1 “Thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes." anxiety in lighting up the shores of the lake, where -Sol. Song: his beloved daughter had wandered and been lost, na, so that they resembled branches of coral.”-Story of 2 “They tinged the ends of her fingers scarlet with Henwas the origin of these fantastic Chinese illuminations. Prince Futtun in Bahardanush. Without a moment's delay young FERAMORZ was 3 “ The women blacken the inside of their eyelids with a powder named the black Cohol.”-Russel. 4. "The appearance of the blossoms of the gold-coloured 1 Circum easdem ripas (Nili, viz.) ales est Ibis. Ea ser-Campac on the black hair of the Indian women, has suppentium populatur ova, gratissimamque ex his nidis escam plied the Sanscrit Poets with many elegant allusions.-See suis refert. --Solinus. Asiatic Researches, vol. iv. ment 3 Upon her long black hair, with glossy gleam At evening, from the tall pagoda's top ;- In Eden's radiant fields of asphodel ! So on through scenes past all imagining, Silent and bright, where nothing but the falls More like the luxuries of that impious King, * Of fragrant waters, gushing with cool sound Whom Death's dark Angel, with his lightning torch From many a jasper fount, is heard around, Struck down and blasted even in Pleasure's porch, Young Azim roams bewilder'd,—nor can guess Than the pure dwelling of a Prophet sent, What means this maze of light and loneliness. Arm’d with Heaven's sword, for man's enfranchise Here the way leads, o'er tesselated floors, Or mats of Cairo, through long corridors, Young Azim wander'd, looking sternly round; Where, rang'd in cassolets and silver urns, His simple garb and war-boots' clanking sound, Sweet wood of aloe or of sandal burns ; But ill according with the pomp and grace And spicy rods, such as illume at night And silent lull of that voluptuous place! The bowers of Tibet,» send forth odorous light, Like Peris' wands, when pointing out the road "Is this, then,” thought the youth, “is this the way For some pure Spirit to its blest abode ! To free man's spirit from the deadening sway Of worldly sloth ;-to teach him, while he lives, A light, a land-mark on the cliffs of fame? Oh! not beneath th' enfeebling, withering glow That on the margin of the Red Sea lie. Of such dull luxury did those myrtles grow, Here too he traces the kind visitings With which she wreath'd her sword, when she would Of woman's love in those fair, living things dare Of land and wave, whose fate,—in bondage thrown Immortal deeds; but in the bracing air For their weak loveliness is like her own! Of toil,—of temperance,-of that high, rare, On one side, gleaming with a sudden grace Ethereal virtue, which alone can breathe Through water, brilliant as the crystal vase Life, health, and lustre into Freedom's wreath! In which it undulates, small fishes shine, Who, that surveys this span of earth we press, Like golden ingots from a fairy mine; This speck of life in time's great wilderness, While, on the other, lattic'd lightly in This narrow isthmus 'twixt two boundless seas, With odoriferous woods of CAMORIN, The past, the future, two eternities ! Each brilliant bird that wings the air is seen ; Would sully the bright spot, or leave it bare, Gay, sparkling loories, such as gleam between When he might build him a proud temple there, The crimson blossoms of the coral tree, A name, that long shall hallow all its space, In the warm isles of India's sunny sea : And be each purer soul's high resting-place? Mecca's blue sacred pigeon, and the thrush But no-it cannot be that one, whom God Of Indostan,' whose holy warblings gush, Has sent to break the wizard Falsehood's rod, A Prophet of the truth, whose mission draws 1 “A tree famous for its perfume, and common on the Its rights from Heaven, should thus profane his cause hills of Yemen."-Nicbuhr. 2 Of the genus mimosa, " which droops its branches With the world's vulgar pomps ;--no, no—I see Is but to tempt, to try the eaglet gaze of the perfumed rods, which men of rank keep constantly Of my young soul ;-shine on, 'twill stand the blaze!” burning in their presence.”—Turner's 7'ibet. 4" C'est d'où vient le bois d'aloes, que les Arabes appellent Oud Comari, et celui du sandal, qui s'y trouve en 1 Birds of Paradise, which, at the nutmeg season, come grande quantité."-D'Herbelot. in flights from the southern Isles to India, and "the strength 5 "Thousands of variegated loories visit the coral trees.” of the nutmeg," says Tavernier," so intoxicates them, that Barrow. they fall dead drunk to the earth." 6“In Mecca, there are quantities of blue pigeons, which 2 “That bird which liveth in Arabia, and buildeth its none will affright or abuse, much less kill."— Pilt's Account nest with cinnamon."-- Brown's Vulgar Erro-8. of the Mahometans. 3 “ The spirits of the martyrs will be lodged in the crops 7 "The Pagoda Thrush is esteemed among the first cho- of green birds.”—Gibbon, vol. ix. p. 421. risters of India. It sits perched on the sacred Pagodas, and 4 Shedad, who made the delicious gardens of Irim, in from thence delivers its melodious song."-Pennant's Hin- imitation of Paradise, and was destroyed by lightning the dostan. first time he attempted to enter then. 4 5 So thought the youth ;-but, ev'n while he defied And now they come, now pass before his eye, The witching scene, he felt its witchery glide Forms such as Nature moulds, when she would vie Through every sense. The perfume, breathing round, With Fancy's pencil, and gave birth to things Like a pervading spirit ;--the still sound Lovely beyond its fairest picturings! Of falling waters, lulling as the song Awhile they dance before him, then divide, Of Indian bees at sunset, when they throng Breaking, like rosy clouds at even-tide Around the fragrant Nilica, and deep Around the rich pavilion of the sun, In its blue blossoms hum themselves to sleep!" Till silently dispersing, one by one, And music too-dear music! that can touch Through many a path that from the chamber leads Beyond all else the soul that loves it much- To gardens, terraces, and moonlight meads, Now heard far off, so far as but to seem Their distant laughter comes upon the wind, Like the faint, exquisite music of a dream ; And but one trembling nymph remains behindAll was too much for him, too full of bliss : Beck’ning them back in vain, for they are gone, The heart could nothing feel, that felt not this. And she is left in all that light alone; Soften'd, he sunk upon a couch, and gave No veil to curtain o'er her beauteous brow, His soul up to sweet thoughts, like wave on wave In its young bashfulness more beauteous now; Succeeding in smooth seas, when storms are laid ;-But a light, golden chain-work round her hair, He thought of ZELICA, his own dear maid, Such as the maids of YEZD and SHIRAZ wear And of the time, when, full of blissful sighs, From which, on either side, gracefully hung They sat and look'd into each other's eyes, A golden amulet, in th’ Arab tongue, Silent and happy-as if God had given Engraven o'er with some immortal line Nought else worth looking at on this side heaven! From holy writ, or bard scarce less divine; “O my lov'd mistress! whose enchantments still While her left hand, as shrinkingly she stood, Held a small lute of gold and sandal-wood, Which once or twice, she touch'd with hurried strain, Then took her trembling fingers off again. But when at length a timid glance she stole At Azim, the sweet gravity of soul She saw through all his features calm'd her fear, And think all toils rewarded, when from thee And, like a half-tam'd antelope, more near, I gain a smile, worth immortality! Though shrinking still, she came ;—then sat her down How shall I bear the moment, when restor'd Upon a musnud's' edge; and, bolder grown, To that young heart where I alone am lord, In the pathetic mode of ISFAHAN? Though of such bliss unworthy,—since the best Touch'd a preluding strain, and thus began :Alone deserve to be the happiest ! When from those lips, unbreath'd upon for years, There's a bower of roses by BENDEMEER’gstream, I shall again kiss off the soul-felt tears, And the nightingale sings round it all the day long; And find those tears warm as when last they started, In the time of my childhood 'twas like a sweet dream, Those sacred kisses pure as when we parted! To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song. That bower and its music I never forget, But oft when alone, in the bloom of the year, While thus he thinks, still nearer on the breeze I think—is the nightingale singing there yet ? Come those delicious, dream-like harmonies, Are the roses still bright by the calm BENDEMEER? Each note of which but adds new, downy links To the soft chain in which his spirit sinks. No, the roses soon wither'd that hung o'er the wave, He turns him tow'rd the sound, and, far away But some blossoms were gather'd, while freshly Through a long vista, sparkling with the play they shone, Of countless lamps, like the rich track which Day And a dew was distill'd from their flowers, that gave Leaves on the waters, when he sinks from us; All the fragrance of summer, when summer was So long the path, its light so tremulous ; gone. He sees a group of female forms advance, Some chain'd together in the mazy dance Thus memory draws from delight, ere it dies, An essence that breathes of it many a year; By fetters, forg'd in the green sunny bowers, Thus bright to my soul, as 'twas then to my eyes, As they were captives to the King of Flowers ; Is that bower on the banks of the calm BENDEMEER! And some disporting round, unlink'd and free, Who seem'd to mock their sister's slavery, “Poor maiden !" thought the youth, “if thou wert And round and round them still, in wheeling flight sent, Went, like gay moths about a lamp at night; With thy soft lute and beauty's blandishment, While others walk'd as gracefully along, To wake unholy wishes in this heart, Their feet kept time, the very soul of song Or tempt its truth, thou little know'st the art. From psaltery, pipe, and lutes of heavenly thrill, Or their own youthful voices, heavenlier still! 1 Musnuds are cushioned seats, usually reserved for per sons of distinction. 2 The Persians, like the ancient Greeks, call their musical 1. "My Pundits assure me that the plant before us (the modes or Perdas by the names of different countries or Nilica) is their Sephalica, thus named because the bees are cities; as, the mode of Isfahan, the mode of Irak, etc supposed to sleep on its blossoms.”-Sir W. Jones. 3 A river which flows near the ruins of Chilminar |