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'Tis moonlight over Oman's Sea ; *
Her banks of pearl and palmy isles
And her blue waters sleep in smiles.
The music of the bulbul's nest,
To sing him to his golden rest!
* The Persian Gulf, sometimes so called, which separates the shores of Persia and Arabia.
of The present Gombaroon, à town on the Persian side of the Gulf.
S A Moorish instrument of music.
All hush'd-there's not a breeze in motion;
Nor leaf is stirr’d nor wave is driven ;
Can hardly win a breath from heaven.
Even he, that tyrant Arab, sleeps
To carnage and the Koran given,
Lies their directest path to Heaven.
* “ At Gombaroon, and other places in Persia, they have towers for the purpose of catching the wind, and cooling the houses.”—LE BRUYN.
+ “ Iran is the true general name for the empire of Persia.” -Asiat. Res. Disc. 5.
One, who will pause and kneel unshod
In the warm blood his hand hath pour’d,
Engraven on his reeking sword ;-*
Just Alla! what must be thy look,
When such a wretch before thee stands Unblushing, with thy Sacred Book,
Turning the leaves with blood-stain'd hands, And wresting from its page sublime His creed of lust and hate and crime ? Even as those bees of TREBIZOND,
Which from the sunniest flowers that glad With their pure smile the gardens round,
Draw venom forth that drives men mad! +
* « On the blades of their scimitars some verse from the Koran is usually inscribed.”-Russel.
+ " There is a kind of Rhododendros about Trebizond, whose flowers the bee feeds upon, and the honey thence drives people mad.”—TOURNEFORT.
Never did fierce Arabia send
A satrap forth more direly great ; Never was Iran doom'd to bend
Beneath a yoke of deadlier weight.
Like gems, in darkness issuing rays
Beam all the light of long-lost days!
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
By the white moon-beam'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, *
*“Their kings wear plumes of black herons' feathers upon the right side, as a badge of sovereignty.”—HANWAY.
t“ The Fountain of Youth, by a Mahometan tradition, is situated in some dark region of the East.”-RICHARDSON.