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Shrieking she to the lattice flew,
I come — if in that tide “Thou sleep’st to-night, I 'll sleep there too,
“In death's cold wedlock, by thy side, “Oh! I would ask no happier bed
" Than the chill wave my love lies under:“ Sweeter to rest together dead, “Far sweeter, than to live asunder!”
- their hour is not yet come Again she sees his pinnace fly, Wafting him fleetly to his home, Where'er that ill-starr'd home
lie; And calm and smooth it seem'd to win
Its moonlight way before the wind, As if it bore all peace within,
Nor left one breaking heart behind!
THE Princess, whose heart was sad enough already, could have wished that FERAMORZ had chosen a less melancholy story; as it is only to the happy that tears are a luxury. Her Ladies, however, were by no means sorry that love was once more the Poet's theme; for, whenever he spoke of love, they said, his voice was as sweet as if he had chewed the leaves of that enchanted tree, which grows over the tomb of the musician, TanSein.*
Their road all the morning had lain through a very dreary country; — through valleys, covered with a low bushy jungle, where, in more than one place, the awful signal of the bamboo staff t, with the white flag at its top, reminded the traveller that, in that very spot, the tiger
* “Within the enclosure which surrounds this monument (at Gualior) is a small tomb to the memory of Tan-Sein, a musician of incomparable skill, who flourished at the court of Akbar. The tomb is overshadowed by a tree, concerning which a superstitious notion prevails, that the chewing of its leaves will give an extraordinary melody to the voice.” — Narrative of a Journey from Agra to Ouzein, by W. HUNTER, Esq.
† "It is usual to place a small white triangular flag, fixed to a bamboo staf of ten or twelve feet long, at the place where a tiger has destroyed a man. It is common for the passengers also to throw each a stone or brick near the spot, so that in the course of a little time a pile equal to a good waggon-load is collected. The sight of these flags and piles of stones imparts a certain melancholy, not perhaps altogether void of apprehension.” - Oriental Field Sports, vol. ii.
had made some human creature his victim. therefore, with much pleasure that they arrived at sunset in a safe and lovely glen, and encamped under one of those holy trees, whose smooth columns and spreading roofs seem to destine them for natural temples of religion. Beneath this spacious shade some pious hands had erected a row of pillars ornamented with the most beautiful porcelain", which now supplied the use of mirrors to the young maidens, as they adjusted their hair in descending from the palankeens. Here, while, as usual, the Princess sat listening anxiously, with FADLADEEN in one of his loftiest moods of criticism by her side, the young Poet, leaning against a branch of the tree, thus continued his story.
* “The Ficus Indica is called the Pagod Tree and Tree of Councils ; the first, from the idols placed under its shade ; the second, because meetings were held under its cool branches. In some places it is believed to be the haunt of spectres, as the ancient spreading oaks of Wales have been of fairies ; in others are erected beneath the shade pillars of stone, or posts, elegantly carved and ornamented with the most beautiful porcelain to supply the use of mirrors." PENNANT,
THE morn had risen clear and calm,
And o'er the Green Sea* palely shines,
And lighting KISHMA'st amber vines.
And curl the shining flood beneath, —
And cocoa-nut and flowery wreath,
She sung so sweet, with none to listen;
Where thickets of pomegranate glisten
* The Persian Gulf.-" To dive for pearls in the Green Sea, or Persian Gulf.' - SIR W. Jones.
| Islands in the Gulf.
# Or Selemeh, the genuine name of the headland at the entrance of the Gulf, commonly called Cape Musseldom. “ The Indians, when they pass the promontory, throw cocoa-nuts, fruits, or flowers into the sea, to secure a propitious voyage.” — MORIER.
$ “The nightingale sings from the pomegranate-groves in the day time, and from the loftiest trees at night.”- RUSSEL'S Aleppo.
In the clear dawn, - bespangled o'er
With dew, whose night-drops would not stain
On the first morning of his reign.
the Sun himself ! — on wings
Where are the days, thou wondrous sphere,
where'er it burn'd?-
Who, on CADESSIA’sf bloody plains,
And bind her ancient faith in chains:
* In speaking of the climate of Shiraz, Franklin says, “The dew is of such a pure nature, that if the brightest scimitar should be exposed to it all night, it would not receive the least rust."
† The place where the Persians were finally defeated by the Arabs, and their ancicnt monarchy destroyed.