"While the wrong'd Spirit of our land "Lived, look'd, and spoke her wrongs through thee, "God! who could then this sword withstand? "Its very flash were victory! "But now-estranged, divorced forever, "In faith, friends, country, sunder'd wide; "No-sacred to thy soul will be "The land of him who could forget "All but that bleeding land for thee. "When other eyes shall see, unmoved, "Her widows mourn, her warriors fall, "Thou'lt think how well one Gheber loved, "And for his sake thou'lt weep for all! "But look 46 With sudden start he turn'd, And pointed to the distant wave, Where lights, like charnel meteors, burn'd Bluely, as o'er some seaman's grave. And fiery darts, at intervals,* Flew up all sparkling from the main, As if each star that nightly falls, Were shooting back to heaven again. My signal lights!-I must away— While pale and mute young HINDA stood, "I come-I come-if in that tide "Than the chill wave my love lies under : "Sweeter to rest together dead, Far sweeter, than to live asunder!" But no--the hour is not yet comeAgain she sees his pinnace fly, Wafting hi fleetly to his home, Where'er that ill-starr'd home may 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 Borry 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, TanSeia.t Their road all the morning had lain through a very dreary country;-through valleys, covered with a low bashy jungle, where, in more than one place, the awful "The lamelukes that were in the other boat, when it was dark, ted to shoot up a sort of fiery nrrows into the air, which in some pere embled lie ung or falling stars."-Baumgarten. Within te enclosure which surrounds this montiment (at Gualior) email form to the memory of Tan Sein, a musician of incomparable Mill, who fcurished at the court of Akbar. The tomb is overshadowed tree, concerning which a superstitions notion prevails, that the was of its leaves will give an extraordinary melody to the voice "Narraties of a Journey from Agra to Ouzein, by W. Hunter, Esq. signal of the bamboo-staff*, with the white flag at its top, reminding the traveller that, in that very spot, the tiger had made some human creature his victim. It was, 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 porcelaint, 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 continu. ed his story: THE morn hath risen clear and calm, And o'er the Green Sea! palely shines, And curl the shining flood beneath,— She sung so sweet, with none to listen; Where thickets of pomegranate glisten In the clear dawn,-bespangled o'er With dew, whose night-drops would not staia The best and brightest scimitar** That ever youthful Sultan wore On the first morning of his reign. And see-the Sun himself!-on wings Where are the days, thou wondrous sphere, And bind her ancient faith in chains :Ask the poor exile, cast alone On foreign shores, unloved, unknown, "It is usual to place a small white triangular flag, fixed to a bamboo staff of ten or twelve feet long, at the place where a tiger has destroyed a man. It is common for the passengers niso 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 wagon load is collected. The sight of these flags and piles of stones imparts a certain melancholy, not perhaps altogether void of ap prehension."-Oriental Field Sports, vol. ii, t 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 Persian GulfTo dive for pearls in the Green Sea, or Per sian 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 cocon-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 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." tt The place where the Persians were finally defeated by the Arabs, and their ancient monarchy destroyed. 3 fer Is IRAN's pride then gone forever, Quench'd with the flame in MITHIRA's caves ?No-she has sons, that never-never Will stoop to be the Moslem's slaves, While heav'n has light or earth has graves;- Till, in some treach'rous hour of calm, How safe ev'n tyrant heads may rest- Who loathe thy haughty race and thee; Ev'n for one bleeding moment free, And die in pangs of liberty! Thou know'st them well-'tis some moons since Thy turban'd troops and blood-red flags, Thou satrap of a bigot Prince, Have swarm'd among these Green Sea crags; Thou, Arab, dar'st to call thy own, Rebellion foul, dishonouring word, Hath sunk beneath that with'ring name, And who is he, that wields the might The eyes of YEMEN's warriors wink? Derbend." Les Tures appelent cette ville Demir Capi, Porte de ce sont les Caspie Porta des anciens.-D'Herbel The Talpot or Talipot tree. "This beautiful palm-tree, which grows in the hear of the forests, may be classed among the loftiest trees, And becomes still higher when on the point of bursting forth from its leafy summit. The sheath which then envelops the flower is very large, and, when it bursts, makes an explosion like the report of a cannon. -Thunberg. When the bright cimitars make the eyes of our heroes wink." -The Moallakat, Poem of Amru. Cling to their country's ancient rites, As if that God, whose eyelids cast Their closing gleam on IRAN's heights, Among her snowy mountain threw The last light of his worship too! "Tis HAFED-name of fear, whose sound Chills like the mutt'ring of a charm!Shout but that awful name around, And palsy shakes the manliest arm. "Tis HAFED, most accursed and dire (So rank'd by Moslem hate and ire) Of all the rebel Sons of Fire! Of whose nalign, tremendou power The Arabs, at their mid-watch hour, Such tales of fearful wonder tell, That each affrighted sentinel Pulls down his cowl upon his eyes, Lest HAFED in the midst should rise! A man, they say, of monstrous birth, A mingled race of flame and earth, Sprung from those old, enchanted kings,* Who in their fiery helms, of yore, A feather from the mystic wings Of the Simoorgh resistless wore; And gifted by the Fiends of Fire, Who groan'd to see their shrines expire, With charms that, all in vain withstood, Would drown the Koran's light in blood' Such were the tales, that won belief, And such the colouring Fancy gave His only spell-word, Liberty! Is render'd holy by the ranks Of sainted cedars on its banks.t The pageant of his country's shame; Fell on his soul like drops of flame; Of a first smile, so welcomed he But vain was valour-vain the flower He came in bigot pomp to sway, Tahmuras, and other ancient Kings of Persia; whose adventures Fairy-land among the Peris and Dives may be found in Richardson's corious Dissertation. The griffin Simoorgh, they say, took some feather from her breast for Tahmuras, with which he adorned his helmet, and transmitted them afterwards to his descendants. This rivulet, says Dandini, is called the Holy River from the "cedarsaints" among which it rises. In the Lettres Edifiantes, there is a different cause assigned for it name of Holy. "In these are deep caverns, which formerly served as so many cells for a great number of recluses, who had chosen these retreats as the only witnesses upon earth of the severity of their penanex The tears of these pious penitents gave the ver of which we have just treated the name of the Holy River."-Seu Châteaubriand's Bees of Christianity And with their corpses block'd his way— There stood-but one short league away Of those stupendous chains that reach From the broad Caspian's reedy brink Down winding to the Green Sea beach. Around its base the bare rocks stood, Like naked giants, in the flood, As if to guard the Gulf across; While, on its peak, that braved the sky, A ruin'd Temple tower'd so high That oft the sleeping albatrosst Struck the wild ruins with her wing, And from her cloud-rock'd slumbering Started-to find man's dwelling there In her own silent fields of air! Beneath, terrific caverns gave Dark welcome to each stormy wave That dash'd, like midnight revellers, in ;And such the strange, mysterious din At times throughout those caverns roll'd,And such the fearful wonders told Of restless sprites imprison'd there, That bold were Moslem, who would dare, At twilight hour, to steer his skiff Beneath the Gheber's lonely cliff.t On the land side, those tow'rs sublime, No eye could pierce the void between : And in its caverns feed unseen. Though fled the priests, the voties gone, Through chance and change, through good and ill, Deep, constant, bright, unquenchable ! This mountain is my own creation, as the "stupendous chain," of which I suppose it a link, does not extend quite so far as the shores of the Persian Gulf. "This long and lofty range of mountains formerly divided Media from Assyria, and now forms the boundary of the Persian and Turkish empires. It runs parallel with the river Tigris and Persian Gulf, and almost disappearing in the vicinity of Gomberoon (Harmozia) seems ance more to rise in the southera districts of Kerman, and following an easterly course through the centre of Meckraun and Balouchistan, is entirely lost in the deserts of Sinde."-Kinnier's Persian Empire. These birds sleep in the air. They are most common about the Cape of Good Hope. "There is an extraordinary hill in this neighbourhood called Kohé Gubr, or the Guebre's mountain. It rises in the form of a lofty cupola, and on the summit of it, they say, are the remains of an Atush Kudu or Fire Temple. It is superstitiously held to be the residence of Deeves or Sprites, and many marvellous stories are recounted of the injury and Witchcraft suffered by those who essayed in former days to ascend or explore it."-Pottinger's Beloochistan. The Ghebers generally built their temples over subterraneous fires. At the city of Yezd, in Persint, which is distinguished by the appellation of the Darúb Abadut, or Seat of Religion, the Guebres are permitted to have an Atush Kudu or Fire Temple (which, they assert, has had the sacred fire in it since the days of Zoroaster) in their own compartment of the city; but for this indulgence they are indebted to the avarice, not the tolerance of the Persian government, which taxes them at twenty-five rupees each man."-Pottinger's Beloochistan. Thither the vanquish'd HAFED led His little army's last remains ;"Welcome, terrific glen!" he said, "Thy gloom, that Eblis' self might dread, "Is Heav'n to him who flies from chains!" O'er a dark, narrow bridge-way, known To him and to his Chiefs alone, They cross'd the chasm and gain'd the tow'rs,-. "This home," he cried, "at least is ours ;"Here we may bleed, unmock'd by hymns "Of Moslem triumph o'er our head; "Here we may fall, nor leave our limbs "To quiver to the Moslem's tread. "Stretch'd on this rock, while vultures' beaks "Are whetted on our yet warm cheeks, "Here-happy that no tyrant's eye "Gloats on our torments-we may die !" 'Twas night when to those towers they came And gloomily the fitful flame, That from the ruin'd altar broke, Glared on his features, as he spoke :""Tis o'er-what men could do, we've done"If IRAN will look tamely on, "And see her priests, her warriors driven "If they will court this upstart race, "Why, let them-till the land's despair "Cries out to Heav'n, and bondage grows "Too vile for ev'n the vile to bear! "Till shame at last, long hidden, burns "Their inmost core, and conscience turns "Each coward tear the slave lets fall "Back on his heart in drops of gall. "But here, at least, are arms unchain'd, "And souls that thraldom never stain'd;— "This spot, at least, no foot of slave "Or satrap ever yet profaned; "And though but few-though fast the <6 "Of life is ebbing from our veins, "Enough for vengeance still remains. "As paiers, after set of sun, "And when some hearts that proudest swel Brave, suff'ring souls! they little knew 'Mid all this havoc, bloom'd and smiled- The Persian lily shines and tow'rs, Before the combat's redd'ning stain Hath fall'n upon her golden flow'rs. Light-hearted maid, unawed, uumoved, While Heav'n but spared the sire she loved, Once at thy evening tales of blood Unlist'ning and aloof she stoodAnd oft, when thou hast paced along Thy Harem halls with furious heat, Hast thou not cursed her cheerful song, That came across thee, calm and sweet, Like lates of angels, touch'd so near Hell's confines, that the damn'd can hear ! Far other feelings Love hath brought Her soul all flame, her brow all sadness, She now has but the one dear thought, And thinks that o'er, almost to madness! Oft doth her sinking heart recall His words" for my sake weep for all;" And bitterly, as day on day Of rebel carnage fast succeeds, She weeps a lover snatch'd away In ev'ry Gheber wretch that bleeds. There's not a sabre meets her eye, But with his life-blood seems to swim; There's not an arrow wings the sky, But fancy turns its point to him. No more she brings with footstep light AL HASSAN'S falchion for the fight; And-had he look'd with clearer sight, Had not the mists, that ever rise From a foul spirit, dimm'd his eyesHe would have mark'd her shudd'ring frame, When from the field of blood he came, The falt'ring speech--the look estrangedVoice, step, and life, and beauty changedHe would have mark'd all this, and known Such change is wrought by Love alone! Ah! not the Love, that should have bless'd So young, so innocent a breast; Not the pure, open, prosp'rous Love, That, pledged on earth and seal'd above, Grows in the world's approving eyes, In friendship's smile and home's caress, Collecting all the heast's sweet ties Into one knot of happiness! No, HINDA, no-thy fatal flame Is nursed in silence, sorrow, shame ; Early in the morning they (the Parses or Ghebers at Oulam) go in crowds to pay their devotions to the Sun, to whom upon all the altars there are spheres consecrated, made by magic, resembling the circles of the sun, and when the sun rises, these orbs seem to be inflamed, and to turn round with a great noise. They have every one a censer in their bands, and offer incense to the sun."-Rabbi Benjamin. "Nul d'entre eux oseroit se parjurer, quand il a pris à témoin cet élément terrible et vengeur."--Encyclop. Francoise. A vivid verdure succeeds the autumual rains, and the ploughed felds are covered with a Persian lily, of a resplendent yellow colour."Russel's Aleppo. A passion, without hope or pleasure, In thy soul's darkness buried deep, It lies like some ill-gotten treasure,- Seven nights have darken'd OMAN'S SEɛ, Hurry her Gheber's bark away,— The night-hawk, flitting darkly by, "Tie the eighth morn-AL HASSAN'S brow Who never smiles but to destroy? More surely than that smiling eye! Up, daughter, up-the KERNA'st breath "Has blown a blast would waken deaths, "And yet thou sleep'st-up, child, and see "This blessed day for Heaven and me, "A day more rich in Pagan blood "Than ever flash'd o'er OMAN'S flood. "Before another dawn shall shine, "His head-heart-Hmbs-will all be mine, "This very night his blood shall steep "These hands all over ere I sleep!" "His blood!" she faintly scream'd-her mind Still singling one from all mankind"Yes-spite of his ravines and tow'rs, HAFED, my child, this night is ours. "Thanks to all conqu'ring treachery, "Without whose aid the links accurst, "That bind these impious slaves, would be "Too strong for ALLA's self to burst! "That rebel fiend, whose blade has spread My path with piles of Moslem dead, "Whose baffling spells had almost driv'n "Back from their course the Swords of Heav'n, "This night, with all his band, shall know, "How deep an Arab's steel can go, "When God and Vengeance speed the blow. "And-Prophet! by that holy wreath "Thou wor'st on ОHOD's field of death,t "I swear, for ev'ry sob that parts "In anguish from these heathen hearts, "A gem from PERSIA'S plunder'd mines "Shall glitter on thy Shrine of Shrines. "But, ha!-she sinks-that look so wild"Those vivid lips-my child, my child, "This life of blood befits not thee, "And thou must back to ARABY. "It is observed, with respect to the Sea of Herkend, that when it is tossed by tempestuous winds it sparkles like fire."-Travels of Two Mohammedans. A kind of trampet-it "was that used by Tamerlane, the sound of which is described as uncommonly dreadful, and so loud as to be heard at the distance of several miles."--Richardson. "Mohammed had two helmets, an interior and exterior one; the lat ter of which, called Al Muwa-hah, the fillet, wreath, or wreathed gar land, he wore at the battle of Ohod."- Universal History. "But cheer thee, maid,-the wind that now "Is blowing o'er thy feverish brow, "To-day shall waft thee from the shore; "And e'er a drop of this night's gore "Have time to chill in yonder tow'rs, "Thou'lt see thy own sweet Arab bow'rs." His bloody boast was all too true; There lurk'd one wretch among the few Laugh'd them and Faith and Heav'n to scorn. Oh for a tongue to curse the slave, Whose treason, like a deadly blight, Comes o'er the councils of the brave, And blast's them in their hour of might! May Life's unblessed cup for him Be drugg'd with treach'ries to the brim,With hopes that but allure to fly, With joys, that vanish while he sips, Like Dead Sea fruits that tempt the eye, But turn to ashes on the lips!* His country's curse, his children's shame, Outcast of virtue, peace, and fame, May he, at last, with lips of flame On the parch'd desert thirsting die,— While lakes, that shone in mockery nigh,+ Are fading off, untouch'd, untasted, Like the once glorious hopes he blasted! And, when from earth his spirit flies. Just Prophet, let the damn'd-one dwell Full in the sight of Paradise, Beholding heav'n, and feeling hell! LALLA ROOKH had, the night before, been visited by a dream which, in spite of the impending fate of poor HAFED, made her heart more than usually cheerful during the morning, and gave her cheeks all the freshened animation of a flower that the Bid-musk has just passed over. She taneied that she was sailing on that Eastern Ocean, where the sea-gipsies, who live forever on the water, enjoy a perpetual summer in wandering from isle "They say that there are apple trees upon the sides of this sen, which bear very lovely fruit, but within are all full of ashes."-Thevenot. The same is asserted of the oranges there; vide Witman's Travels in Amatic Turkey. "The Asphalt Lake, known by the name of the Dead Sea, is very remarkable on account of the considerable proportion of salt which it contains. In this respect it surpasses every other known water on the surface of the earth. This great proportion of bitter tasted salts is the reason why neither animal nor plant can live in this water."-Klaproth's Chem Analysis of the Water of the Dead Sea, Annals of Philosopay, January, 1813. Hasselquist, however, doubts the truth of this last assertion, as there are shell-fish to be found in the lake. Lord Byron has a similar allusion to the fruits of the Dead Sea, in that wonderfel display of genius his third Canto of Childe Harold-maguificent beyond any thing, perhans, that even he has ever written. The Sahrab or Water of the Desert is said to be caused by the rarefaction of the atmosphere from extreme heat; and, which augments the delusion, it is most frequent in hollows, where water might be expected to lodge. I have seen bushes and trees reflected in it with as much accuracy as though it had been the face of a clear and still lake." -Pottinger. "As to the unbelievers, cheir works are Eke a vapour in a plain, which the thirsty traveller thinketh to be water, until when he cometh bereto he fadeth it to be nothing."-Koran, chap. 24. A wind which prevails in February, called Bidmusk, from a small and odoriferous flower of that name."-"The wind which blows these Bowers commonly lasts till the end of the month."-Le Bruyn. The Bajus are of two races: the one is settled on Borneo, and are acude but warkke and industrions (ation, who reckon theselves the to isle, when she saw a small gilded bark approaching her. It was like one of those boats which the Maldivian islanders send adrift, at the mercy of winds and waves, loaded with perfumes, flowers, and odoriferous wood, as an offering to the Spirit whom they call King of the Sea. At first, this little bark appeared to be empty, but, on coming nearer—— She had proceeded thus far in relating the dream tc her Ladies, when FERAMORZ appeared at the door of the pavilion. In his presence, of course, every thing else was forgotten, and the continuance of the story was instantly requested by all. Fresh wood of aloes was set to burn in the cassolets;-the violet sherbets* were hastily handed round, and after a short prelude on his lute, in the pathetic measure of Nava,t which is always used to express the lamentations of absent lovers, the Poet thus continued: THE day is lowing-stilly black Sleeps the grim wave, while heav'n's rack, Dispersed and wild, 'twixt earth and sky Hangs like a shatter'd canopy. There's not a cloud in that blue plain But tells of storm to come or past ;Here, flying loosely as the mane Of a young war-horse in the blast ;There, roll'd in masses dark and swelling, As proud to be the thunder's dwelling! While some, already burst and riv'n, Seem melting down the verge of heav'n; As though the infant storm had rent The mighty womb that gave him birth, And, having swept the firmament, Was now in fierce career for earth. On earth 'twas yet all calm around, And where was stern AL HASSAN then? original possessors of the island of Borneo. The other is a species of sen-gipsies or itinerant fishermen, who live in small covered boats, and en joy a perpetual summer on the eastern ocean, shifting to leeward from island to island, with the variations of the monsoon. In some of their customs this singular race resemble the natives of the Maklivia islands. The Maldivians annually launch a small bark, loaded with perfumes gums, flowers, and odoriferous wood, and turn it adrift at the mercy of wind and waves, as an offering to the Spirit of the Winds; and sometimes similar offerings are made to the spirit whom they term the King of the Sea. In like manner the Bisjus perform their offering to the god of evil, launching a small bark, loaded with all the sins and misfortunes of the nation, which are imagined to fall on the unhappy crew that may be so unlucky as first to meet with it."--Dr. Leyden on the Language and Literature of the Indo-Chinese Nations. ***The sweet-scented violet is one of the plants most esteemed, par ticularly for its great use in Sorbet, which they make of violet sugar."Hasselquist. The Sherbet they most esteem, and which is drunk by the Grand Signor himself, is made of violets and sugar."-Tavernier. "Last of all she took a guitar, and sung a pathetic air in the meas ure called Nava, which is always used to express the lamentations of absent lovers."-Persian Tales. "The Easterns used to set out on their longer voyages with music." -Harmer. $"The Gate of the straits or passage into the Red Sea, com monly called Babel. It teceived this name from the old Ara bians, on account of the danger of the navigation, and the number of shipwrecks by which it was distinguished; which induced them to con sider ns dead, and to wear mourning for all who had the boldness t hazard the passage through it into the Ethi pic occan."-Richardson. |