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That drop descends, contagion dies,

growth of poetry in our times. If some check wero And health reanimaces earth and skies !

not given to this lawless facility, we should soon be Oh, is it nor tous, thou man of sin,

overrun by a race of bards as numerous and as shal. The precious tears of repentance fall ?

low as the hundred and twenty thousand streams of Though foul thy fiery plagues within,

Basra. They who succeeded in this style deserved One heavenly drop hath dispellid them all.' chastisement for their very success ;-as warriors

have been punished, even after gaining a victory, And now--behold him kneeling there

because they had taken the liberty of gaining it in an By the child's side, in humble prayer,

irregular or unestablished manner. What, then, was While the same sunbeams shine upon

to be said to those who failed ? to those who preThe guilty and the guiltless one,

sumed, as in the present lamentable instance, to imiAnd hymns of joy proclaim through heaven

tate the license and ease of the bolder sons of song, The triumph of a Soul forgiven!

without any of that grace or vigour which gave a 'Twas when the golden orb had set,

dignity even to negligence-who, like them, flung the While on their knees they linger'd yet,

jereed? carelessly, but not, like them, to the mark;There fell a light more lovely far

and who," said he, raising his voice to excite a proThan ever came from sun or star,

per degree of wakefulness in his hearers, "contrive Upon the tear, that, warm and meek,

to appear heavy and constrained in the midst of all Dew'd that repentant sinner's cheek :

the latitude they have allowed themselves, like one To mortal eye this light might seem

of those young pagans that dance before the Princess, A northern flash, or meteor beam-

who has the ingenuity to move as if her limbs were But well the enraptur'd Peri knew

fettered in a pair of the lightest and loosest drawers 'Twas a bright smile the Angel threw

of Masulipatam." From Heaven's gate, to hail that tear

It was but little suitable, he continued, to the grave Her harbinger of glory near!

march of criticism, to follow this fantastical Peri, of " Joy, joy for ever! my task is done-

wbom they had just heardwthrough all her flights and The gates are pass’d, and Heaven is won!

adventures between earth and heaven; but he could Oh! am I not happy? I am, I am

not help adverting to the puerile conceitedness of the To thee, sweet Eden! how dark and sad

Three Gifts which she is supposed to carry to the Are the diamond turrets of SHADUKIAM,'

skies--a drop of blood, forsooth, a sigh, and a tear? And the fragrant bowers of AMBERABAD!

How the first of these articles was delivered into the Farewell, ye odours of Earth, that die,

Angel's “radiant hand,” he professed himself at a Passing away like a lover's sigh ;

loss to discover; and as to the safe carriage of the My feast is now the Tooba tree.?

sigh and the tear, such Peris and such poets were Whose scent is the breath of Eternity!

beings by far too incomprehensible for him even to

guess how they managed such matters. “But, in "Farewell, ye vanishing flowers, that shone

short," said he, “it is a waste of time and patience In my fairy wreath, so bright and brief,

to dwell longer upon

thing so incurably frivolous, Oh! what are the brightest that e'er have blown,

-puny even among its own puny race, and such as To the Lote-tree, springing by ALLA's Throne, 3 only the Banyan Hospital for Sick Insects: should Whose flowers have a soul in every leaf!

undertake." Joy, joy for ever!--my task is done

In vain did Lalla Rookh try to soften this inexoThe gates are pass'd, and Heav'n is won !"

rable critic; in vain did she resort to her most eloquent common-places,-reminding him that poets

were a timid and sensitive race, whose sweetness "And this," said the Great Chamberlain, "is poetry! was not to be drawn forth, like that of the fragrant this flimsy manufacture of the brain, which, in com- grass near the Ganges, by crushing and trampling parison with the lofty and durable monuments of upon them ;-that severity often destroyed every genius, is as the gold filigree-work of Zamara beside chance of the perfection which it demanded; and the eternal architecture of Egypt!" After this gor- that, after all, perfection was like the Mountain of geous sentence, which, with a few more of the same the Talisman,-no one had ever yet reached its sumkind, FadLADEEN kept by him for rare and important mit. Neither these gentle axioms, nor the still gentler occasions, he proceeded to the anatomy of the short looks with which they were inculcated, could lower poem just recited. The lax and easy kind of metre for one instant the elevation of FADLADEEN's eyein which it was written ought to be denounced, he brows, or charm him into any thing like encouragesaid, as one of the leading causes of the alarming ment, or even toleration, of her poet. Toleration,

i The Country of Delight--the name of a Province in 1 “It is said, that the rivers or streams of Basra were the kingdom of Jionistan, or Fairy Land, the capital of reckoned in the time of Belal ben Abi Bordeh, and amounted which is called the City of Jewels. Amberabad is another to the number of ouc hundred and twenty thousand streams." of the cities of Jinnistan.

2" The tree Tooba, that stands in Paradise, in the palace 2 The name of the javelin with which the Easterds exerof Mahomet."-Sale's Prelim. Dise. "Touba," says D'cise.--See Castellan, Merus des Othomans, tom.ii. p. 161. Herbelot, "signifies beatitude, or eternal happiness." 3 For a description of this Hospital of the Banyans, see

3 Mahomet is described, in the 53. chapter of the Koran, Parson's Travels, p. 22. as having seen the Angel Gabriel, " by the lote-tree, beyond 4 "Near this is a curious hill, called Koh Talism, the which there is no passing ; near it is ihe Garden of Eternal Mountain of the Talisman, because, according to the traAbode.". This tree, say the commentators, stands in the ditions of the country, no person ever succeeded in gaining seventh Heaven on the right hand of the throne of God. its summit."-Kinncir.

- Ein Haukal.

indeed, was not among the weaknesses of Fadla. with tinsel and flying streamers, exhibited the badges DEEN :-he carried the same spirit into matters of of their respective trades through the streets. Such poetry and of religion, and, though little versed in the brilliant displays of life and pageantry among the beauties or sublimities of either, was a perfect master palaces, and domes, and gilded minarets of Lahore, of the art of persecution in both. His zeal, too, was made the city altogether like a place of enchantment; the same in either pursuit; whether the game before particularly on the day when Lalla Rookh set him was pagans or poetasters --worshippers of cows, out again upon her journey, when she was accomor writers of epics.

panied to the gate by all the tairest and richest of the They had now arrived at the splendid city of La- nobility, and rode along between ranks of beautiful bore, whose mausoleums and shrines, magnificent boys and girls, who waved plates of gold and silver and numberless, where Death seemed to share equal Powers over their heads. as they went, and then honours with Heaven, would have powerfully affected threw them to be gathered by the populace. the heart and imagination of Lalla Rooks, if feel- For many days after their departure from Lahore ings more of this earth had not taken entire posses- a considerable degree of gloom hung over the whole sion of her already. She was here met by messen- party. Lalla RooKH, who had intended to make gers despatched from Cashmere, who informed her illness her excuse for not admitting the young minthat the King had arrived in the Valley, and was him- strel, as usual, to the pavilion, soon found that to self superintending the sumptuous preparations that feign indisposition was unnecessary ;-FadLADEEN were making in the Saloons of the Shalimar for her felt the loss of the good road they had hitherto travel. reception. The chill she felt on receiving this intel- led, and was very near cursing Jehan-Guire (of blessed ligence,—which to a bride whose heart was free and memory!) for not having continued his delectable light would have brought only images of affection alley of trees, at least as far as the mountains of and pleasure, -convinced her that her peace was gone Cashmere ;-while the ladies, who had nothing now for ever, and that she was in love, irretrievably in love, to do all day but to be fanned by peacocks' feathers with young Feramorz. The veil, which this passion and listen to FADLADEEN, seemed heartily weary of wears at first, had fallen off, and to know that she the life they led, and, in spite of all the Great Chamlored was now as painful, as to love without knowing berlain's criticism, were tasteless enough to wish for it, had been delicious. FERAMOR Z too,—what misery the poet again. One evening, as they were proceedwould be his, if the sweet hours of intercourse so ing to their place of rest for the night, the Princess, imprudently allowed them should have stolen into who, for the freer enjoyment of the air, had mounthis heart the same fatal fascination as into hers;-if, ed her favourite Arabian palfrey, in passing by a small notwithstanding her rank, and the modest homage he grove, heard the notes of a lute from within its leaves, always paid to it, even he should have yielded to the and a voice, which she but too well knew,

ging the influence of those long and happy interviews, where following words music, poetry, the delightful scenes of nature,-all

Tell me not of joys above, tended to bring their hearts close together, and to

If that world can give no bliss, waken by every means that too ready passion, which

Truer, happier than the Love often, like the young of the desert-bird, is warmed

Which enslaves our souls in this ! into life by the eyes alone! She saw but one way to preserve herself from being culpable as well as Tell me not of Houris' eyes ;unhappy; and this, however painful, she was resolved Far from me their dangerous glow to adopt. FERAMORZ must no more be admitted to If those looks that light the skies her presence. To have strayed so far into the dan

Wound like some that burn below. gerous labyrinth was wrong, but to linger in it while

Who that feels what Love is here, the clew was yet in her hand, would be criminal.

All its falsehood-all its painThough the heart she had to offer to the King of

Would, for e'en Elysium's sphere, Bucharia might be cold and broken, it should at least

Risk the fatal dream again? be pure; and she must only try to forget the short vision of happiness she had enjoyed,- like that Ara- Who, that midst a desert's heat bian shepherd, who, in wandering into the wilder

Sees the waters fade away, ness, caught a glimpse of the Gardens of Irim, and Would not rather die than meet then lost them again for ever!?

Streams again as false as they ? The arrival of the young Bride at Lahore was cele- The tone of melancholy defiance in which these brated in the most enthusiastic manner. The Rajas words were uttered, went to Lalla Rooki's heart, and Omras in her train, who had kept at a certain -and, as she reluctantly rode on, she could not help distance during the journey, and never encamped feeling it as a sad but sweet certainty, that FERAMORZ nearer to the Princess than was strictly necessary for was to the full as enamoured and miserable as her. her safeguard, here rode in splendid cavalcade through self. the city, and distributed the most costly presents to The place where they encamped that evening was the crowd. Engines were erected in all the squares, the first delightful spot they had come to since they which cast forth showers of confectionary among left Lahore. On one side of them was a grove ful! the people ; while the artisans, in chariots adorned of small Hindoo temples, and planted with the most

| “The Arabians believe that the ostriches hatch their young by only looking at them."--P. Vanslebe, Relat. d' 1 Ferishta. Egypte.

2 The fine road made by the Emperor Jehan-Guire from 2 S c dale's Koran, noto, vol. ii. P.

Agra to Lahore, planted with trees op each side.

graceful trees of the East; where the tamarind, the jalmost speechless horror of the Chamberlain, procassia, and the silken plantains of Ceylon were min- ceeded to say that he knew a melancholy story, con. gled in rich contrast with the high fan-like foliage of nected with the events of one of those brave struggles the palmyra,—that favourite tree of the luxurious bird of the Fire-worshippers of Persia against their Arab that lights up the chambers of its nest with fire-flies.' masters, which, if the evening was not too far adIn the middle of the lawn, where the pavilion stood, vanced, he should have much pleasure in being there was a tank surrounded by small mangoe trees, allowed to relate to the Princess. It was impossible on the clear cold waters of which floated multitudes for Lalla Rooku to refuse ;-he had never before of the beautiful red lotus; while at a distance stood looked half so animated, and when he spoke of the the ruins of a strange and awful-looking tower, which Holy Valley his eyes had sparkled, she thought, like seemed old enough to have been the temple of some the talismanic characters on the scimitar of Solomon. religion no longer known, and which spoke the voice Her consent was therefore readily granted, and while of desolation in the midst of all that bloom and love. FADLADEEN sat in unspeakable dismay, expecting liness. This singular ruin escited the wonder and treason and, abomination in every line, the poet thua conjectures of all. Lalla Rooki guessed in vain, began his story of and the all-pretending FADLADEEN, who had never

THE FIRE-WORSHIPPERS. till this journey been beyond the precincts of Delhi, was proceeding most learnedly to show that he knew nothing whatever about the matter, when one of the 'Tis moonlight over Oman's Sea ;' ladies suggested, that perhaps FERAMORZ could Her banks of pearl and palmy isles satisfy their curiosity. They were now approaching Bask in the night-beam beauteously, his native mountains, and this tower might be a relic

And her blue waters sleep in smiles. of some of those dark superstitions, which had pre- 'Tis moonlight in Harmozia's walls, vailed in that country before the light of Islam dawned And through her Emir’s porphyry halls, upon it. The Chamberlain, who usually preferred Where, some hours since, was heard the swel? his own ignorance to the best knowledge that any one of trumpet and the clash of zel," else could give him, was by no means pleased with Bidding the bright-eyed sun farewell ;this officious reference; and the Princess, too, was

The peaceful sun, whom better suits about to interpose a faint word of objection; but, be

The music of the bulbul's nest, fore either of them could speak, a slave was despatch. Or the light touch of lovers' lutes, ed for FER AMORZ, who, in a very few minutes,

To sing him to his golden rest! appeared before them, --looking so pale and unhappy All hush'd--there's not a breeze in motion, in Lalla Rooku's eyes, that she already repented The shore is silent as the ocean. of her cruelty in having so long excluded him. If zephyrs come, so light they come, That venerable tower, he told them, was the re

Nor leaf is stirr'd nor wave is driven ;mains of an ancient Fire-Temple, built by those The wind-tower on the Emir's dome* Ghebers or Persians of the old religion, who, many

Can hardly win a breath from heaven, hundred years since, had fled hither from their Arab E'en he, that tyrant Arab, sleeps conquerors, preferring liberty and their altars in a Calm, while a nation round him weeps ; foreign land to the alternative of apostacy or persecu- While curses load the air he breathes, tion in their own. It was impossible, he added, not And falchions from unnumber'd sheaths to feel interested in the many glorious but unsuccess. Are starting to avenge the shame ful struggles, which had been made by these original His race had brought on Iran's name. natives of Persia to cast off the yoke of their bigoted Hard, heartless Chief, unmov'd alike conquerors. Like their own Fire in the Burning Mid eyes that weep and swords that strike ;-Field at Bakou,” when suppressed in one place, they One of that saintly, murderous brood, had but broken out with fresh flame in another; and,

To carnage and the Koran given, as a native of Cashmere, of that fair and Holy Val-Who think through unbelievers' blood ley, which had in the same manner become the prey

Lies their directest path to heaven: of strangers, and seen her ancient shrines and native One, who will pause and kneel unshod princes swept away before the march of her intolerant

In the warm blood his hand hath pour'd, invaders, he felt a sympathy, he owned, with the suf To mutter o'er some text of God ferings of the persecuted Ghebers, which every monu

Engraven on his reeking sword; e — ment like this before them but tended more powerfully Nay, who can coolly note the line, to awaken.

The letter of those words divine, It was the first time that FERAMORZ had ever ven

To which his blade, with searching art, tured upon so much prose before FADLADEEN, and it Had sunk into its victim's heart! may easily be conceived what effect such prose as this 1 The Persian Gulf, sometimes so called, which separates must have produced upon that most orthodox and the shores of Persia and Arabia. most pagan-hating personage. He sat for some mi

2 The present Gombaroon, a town on the Persian side of

the Gulf nutes aghast, ejaculating only at intervals,“ Bigoted 3 A Moorish instrument of music. conquerors !--sympathy with Fire-worshippers !"

4 * At Gombaroon and other places in Persia, they have while FERAMORZ, happy to take advantage of this towers for the purpose of catching the wind, and cooling

the houses."- Le Bruyn.

5"Iran is the true general name of the empire of Persia." 1 'The Baya, or Indian Gross-beak. --Sir W. Jones. -Hsiat. Res. Disc. 5. 2 The “ Agar ardens" described by Kempfer, Amenitat.

6“On the blades of their scimitars some verse from the Ecot.

Koran is usually inscribed."--Russel.

Just ALLA! what must be thy look,

Hid in more chaste obscurity! When such a wretch before thee stands

So, HINDA, have thy face and mind, Unblushing, with thy Sacred Book,

Like holy mysteries, lain enshrin'd. Turning the leaves with blood-stain'd hands, And oh what transport for a lover And wresting from its page sublime

To lift the veil that shades them o'er! His creed of Just and hate and crime ?

Like those, who, all at once, discover E'en as those bees of TREBIZOND,–

In the lone deep some fairy shore, Which, from the sunniest hours that glad

Where mortal never trod before, With their pure smile the gardens round,

And sleep and wake in scented airs Draw venom forth that drives men mad !!

No lip had ever breath'd but theirs !
Never did fierce Arabia send

Beautiful are the maids that glide
A satrap forth more direly great;
Never was IRAN doom'd to bend

On summer-cves, through YEMEN’s' dales ;

And bright the glancing looks they hide Beneath a yoke of deadlier weight.

Behind their litters' roseate veils; Her throne had fallin-her pride was crush'd

And brides, as delicate and fair Her sons were willing slaves, nor blush'd

As the white jasmin'd flowers they wear, In their own land-no more their own,

Hath YEMEN in her blissful clime, To crouch beneath a stranger's throne.

Who, lull'd in cool kiosk or bower,
Her towers, where Mithra once had burn'd,

Before their mirrors count the time,
To Moslem shrines-oh shame! were turn'd,
Where slaves, converted by the sword,

And grow still lovelier every hour.

But never yet hath bride or maid Their mean, apostate worship pour'd,

In ARABY's gay Harams smil'd, And curs'd the faith their sires ador'd.

Whose boasted brightness would not fade
Yet has she hearts, mid all this ill,

Before Al Hassan's blooming child.
O’er all this wreck high buoyant still
With hope and vengeance:-hearts that yet, Light as the angel shapes that bless
Like gems, in darkness issuing rays

An infant's dream, yet not the less
They've treasur'd from the sun that's set,

Rich in all woman's loveliness ;Beam all the light of long-lost days !

With eyes so pure, that from their ray And swords she hath, nor weak nor slow

Dark Vice would turn abash'd away, To second all such hearts can dare;

Blinded, like serpents when they gaze As he shall know, well, dearly know,

Upon the emerald's virgin blaze !?— Who sleeps in moonlight luxury there,

Yet, fill'd with all youth's sweet desires, franquil as if his spirit lay

Mingling the meek and vesta) fires Becalı'd in Heaven's approving ray!

Of other worlds with all the bliss, Sleep on-for purer eyes than thine

The fond, weak tenderness of this ! Those waves are hush'd, those planets shine. A soul, too, more than half divine, Sleep on, and be thy rest unmor'd

Where, through some shades of earthly feeling. By the white moonbeam's dazzling power :

Religion's soften'd glories shine, None but the loving and the lov'd

Like light through summer foliage stealing, Should be awake at this sweet hour.

Shedding a glow of-such mild hue,

So warm, and yet so shadowy too, And see-where, high above those rocks

As makes the very darkness there That o'er the deep their shadows fling,

More beautiful than light elsewhere! Yon turret stands; where ebon locks,

Such is the maid, who, at this hour, As glossy as a heron's wing

Hath risen from her restless sleep, Upon the turban of a King,”

And sits alone in that high bower, Hang from the lattice, long and wild.

Watching the still and shining deep. 'Tis she, that Emir's blooming child,

Ah! 'twas not thus,—with tearful eyes All truth, and tenderness, and grace,

And beating heart,-she us'd to gaze Though born of such ungentle race;

On the magnificent earth and skies, An image of Youth's radiant Fountain

In her own land, in happier days. Springing in a desolate mountain !!

Why looks she now so anxious down Oh what a pure and sacred thing

Among those rocks, whose rugged frown Is beauty, curtain'd from the sight

Blackens the mirror of the deep ? Of the gross world, illumining

Whom waits she all this lonely night? One only mansion with her light!

Too rough the rocks, too bold the steep, Unseen by man's disturbing eye,

For man to scale that turret's height :'T'he flower, that blooms beneath the sea

So deem'd at least her thoughtful sire, Too deep for sunbeams, doth not lie

When high, to catch the cool night air 1 “There is a kind of Rhododendros about Trebizond. After the day-beam's withering fire, whose flowers the bee feeds upon, and the honey thence drives people mad."Tournefort.

1 Arabia Felix. 2 "Their king, wear plumes of black heron's feathers 2" They say that if a snake or serpent fix his eyes on the upon the right vide, as a badge of sovereignty."-Hanway. lustre of those stones (emerulds,) he immediately becomes

3 “ The Fountain of Youth, by a Mahometan tradition, blind." - Shmed ben Abdalaziz, "Treatise on Jewels. W , tualed in some dark region of the East."- Richardson.) 3“ At Gombaroon and the Isle of Ormus it is sometimes

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He built her bower of freshness there,

Alone, at this same watching hour, And had it deck'd with costliest skill,

She first beheld his radiant eyes And fondly thought it safe as fair :

Gleam through the lattice of the bower, Think, reverend dreamer! think so still,

Where nightly now they mix their sighs ; Nor wake to learn what Love can dare

And thought some spirit of the air Love, all-defying Love, who sees

(For what could waft a moral there ?) No charm in trophies won with ease;

Was pausing on his moonlight way Whose rarest, dearest fruits of bliss

To listen to her lonely lay! Are pluck'd on Danger's precipice!

This fancy ne'er hath left her mind : Bolder than they, who dare not dive

And though, when terror's swoon had past, For pearls, but when the sea 's at rest,

She saw a youth, of mortal kind, Love, in the tempest most alive,

Before her in obeisance cast,Hath ever held that pearl the best

Yet often since, when he hath spoken He finds beneath the stormiest water!

Strange, awful words,--and gleams have broken Yes-ARABY's unrivall'd daughter,

From his dark eyes, too bright to bear, Though high that tower, that rock-way rude,

Oh! she hath fear'd her soul was given There's one who, but to kiss thy cheek,

To some unhallow'd child of air, Would climb th' untrodden solitude

Some erring Spirit, cast from Heaven,
Of ARARAT's tremendous peak,'

Like those angelic youths of old,
And think its steeps, though dark and dread, Who burn'd for maids of mortal mould,
Heav'n's path-ways, if to thee they led !

Bewilder'd left the glorious skies,
E'en now thou seest the flashing spray,

And lost their Heaven for woman's eyes ! That lights his oar's impatient way:

Fond girl! nor fiend, nor angel he, E'en now thou hear'st the sudden shock

Who woos thy young simplicity; Of his swift bark against the rock,

But one of earth's impassion'd sons, And stretchest down thy arms of snow,

As warm in love, as fierce in ire, As if to lift him from below!

As the best heart whose current runs
Like her to whom, at dead of night,

Full of the Day-God's living fire!
The bridegroom, with his locks of light,
Came, in the flush of love and pride,

But quench'd to-night that ardour seems,
And scal'd the terrace of his bride ;-

And pale his cheek, and sunk his brow : When, as she saw him rashly spring,

Never before, but in her dreams, Ara mid-way up in danger cling,

Had she beheld him pale as now: She flung him down her long black hair,

And those were dreams of troubled sleep, Esclaiming, breathless, “There, love, there !"

From which 'twas joy to wake and weep And scarce did manlier nerve uphold

Visions that will not be forgot, The hero Zal in that fond hour,

But sadden every waking scene, Than wings the youth, who, fleet and bold

Like warning ghosts, that leave the spot Now climbs the rocks to Hinda's bower.

All wither'd where they once have been! See-light as up their granite steeps

“ How sweetly,” said the trembling maid, The rock-goats of ARABIA clamber.'

Of her own gentle voice afraid, Fearless from crag to crag he leaps,

So long had they in silence stood, And now is in the maiden's chamber.

Looking upon that tranquil floodShe loves--but knows not whom she loves,

“How sweetly does the moonbeam smile Nor what his race, nor whence he came ;

To-night upon yon leafy isle ! Like one who meets, in Indian groves,

Oft, in my fancy's wanderings, Some beauteous bird, without a name,

I've wish'd that little isle had wings, Brought by the last ambrosial breeze,

And we, within its fairy bowers, From isles in the undiscover'd seas,

Were wafted off to seas unknown, To show his plumage for a day

Where not a pulse should beat but ours, To wondering eyes, and wing away!

And we might live, love, die aloneWill he thus fly-her nameless lover ?

Far from the cruel and the coldAlla forbid ! 'twas by a moon

Where the bright eyes of angels only As fair as this, while singing over

Should come around us to behold Some ditty to her soft Kanoon,"

A paradise so pure and lonely!

Would this be world enough for thee?"go hot, that the people are obliged to lie all day in the wa

Playful she turn'd, that he might see ter."- Marco Polo.

The passing smile her cheek put on; i This mountain is generally supposed to be inaccessible. But when she mark'd how mournfully

2 in one of the books of the Shah Nåmeh, when Zal (a celebrated hero of Persia, remarkable for his white hair)

His eyes met hers, that smile was gone; comes to the terrace of his mistress Rodahver at night, she And bursting into heart-felt tears, lets down her long tresses to assist hin in his ascent;--he, however, manages it in a less romantic way, by fixing hie

Yes, yes," she cried, “ my hourly fears, crook in a projecting beam.-See Champion's Ferdosi.

3 “On the lofty bills of Arabia Pelræ are rock-goats."— les dames en touchent dans le serrail, avec des décailles Miebukr.

armées de pointes de coco."— Toderini, translated by De 4 “Canun, espèce de psalterion, avec des cordes de boyaux;/ Cournan.

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