And now he yields - now turns away, All in those proffer'd lips alone- Near his unask'd or without shame. "Oh! let me only breathe the air, "That blessed air, that's breath'd by thee, "And, whether on its wings it bear "Healing or death, 't is sweet to me! "There — drink my tears, while yet they fall 'Would that my bosom's blood were balm, "And, well thou know'st, I'd shed it all, 66 "To give thy brow one minute's calm. Nay, turn not from me that dear face "Am I not thine — thy own lov'd bride "The one, the chosen one, whose place "In life or death is by thy side? "Think'st thou that she, whose only light, "In this dim world, from thee hath shone, "Could bear the long, the cheerless night, "That must be hers when thou art gone? "That I can live, and let thee go, "Who art my life itself? —No, no — "When the stem dies, the leaf that grew "Out of its heart must perish too! "Then turn to me, my own love, turn, "Before, like thee, I fade and burn; She falls she sinks as dies the lamp So quickly do his baleful sighs Quench all the sweet light of her eyes. One struggle and his pain is past — One kiss the maiden gives, one last, Long kiss, which she expires in giving! "Sleep," said the PERI, as softly she stole 66 66 Sleep on, in visions of odour rest, In balmier airs than ever yet stirr'd Unearthly breathings through the place, "In the East, they suppose the Phoenix to have fifty orifices in his bill, which are continued to his tail; and that, after living one thousand years, he builds himself a funeral pile, sings a melodious air of different harmonies through his fifty organ pipes, flaps his wings with a velocity which sets fire to the wood, and consumes himself." RICHARDSON. Like their good angel, calmly keeping Watch o'er them till their souls would waken. But morn is blushing in the sky; Again the PERI soars above, High throbb'd her heart, with hope elate, Smil'd as she gave that offering in; And she already hears the trees Of Eden, with their crystal bells Ringing in that ambrosial breeze That from the throne of ALLA swells; That lie around that lucid lake, Upon whose banks admitted Souls Their first sweet draught of glory take! * The' immortal barrier clos'd — “Not yet," - He shut from her that glimpse of glory - *"On the shores of a quadrangular lake stand a thousand goblets, made of stars, out of which souls predestined to enjoy felicity drink the crystal wave." From CHATEAUBRIAND's Description of the Mahometan Paradise, in his Beauties of Christianity. "Than ev❜n this sigh the boon must be "That opes the Gates of Heav'n for thee." Now, upon SYRIA'S land of roses * O'er all the' enchanted regions there, * Richardson thinks that Syria had its name from Suri, a beautiful and delicate species of rose, for which that country has been always famous; hence, Suristan the Land of Roses. "The number of lizards I saw one day in the great court of the Temple of the Sun at Balbec amounted to many thousands; the ground, the walls, and stones of the ruined buildings, were covered with them." - BRUCE. Of ruin'd shrines, busy and bright With their rich restless wings, that gleam Of the warm West, as if inlaid With brilliants from the mine, or made The' unclouded skies of PERISTAN. And then the mingling sounds that come, Banqueting through the flowery vales; But nought can charm the luckless PERI; Flinging their shadows from on high, *"The Syrinx or Pan's pipe is still a pastoral instrument in Syria."-RUSSEL. + "Wild bees, frequent in Palestine, in hollow trunks or branches of trees, and the clefts of rocks. Thus it is said (Psalm 1xxxi.), honey out of the stony rock.'"-BURDER's Oriental Customs. "The river Jordan is on both sides beset with little, thick, and pleasant woods, among which thousands of nightingales warble all together."- THEVE NOT. § The Temple of the Sun at Balbec. |