for the freer enjoyment of the air, had mounted her of an ancient Fire-Temple, built by those Ghebers or favourite Arabian palfrey, in passing by a small grove, Persians of the old religion, who, many hundred years heard the notes of a lute from within its leaves, and a since, had fled hither from their Arab conquerors, (89) voice, which she but too well knew, singing the follow-preferring liberty and their altars in a foreign land to ing words :

the alternative of apostacy or persecution in their own.

It was impossible, he added, not to feel interested in the Tell me not of joys above,

many glorious but unsuccessful struggles, which had li that world can give no bliss, Truer, happier than the Love

been made by these original natives of Persia to cast off Which enslaves our souls in this!

the yoke of their bigoted conquerors. Like their own

Fire in the Burning Field at Bakou,' when suppressed
Tell me not of Houris' eyes:
Far from me their dangerous glow,

in one place, they had but broken out with fresh flame If those looks that light the skies

in another; and, as a native of Cashmere, of that fair Wound like some that burn below!

and Holy Valley, which had in the same manner beWho that feels what Love is bore,

come the prey of strangers, (90) and seen her ancient All its falsehood-all its pain

shrines and native princes swept away before the march Would, for even Elysium's sphere,

of her intolerant invaders, he felt a sympathy, he owned, Risk the fatal dream again?

with the sufferings of the persecuted Ghebers, which Who, that 'midst a desert's heat

every monument like this before them but tended more Sees the waters fade away,

powerfully to awaken. Would not rather die than meet

It was the first time that Feramorz had ever ventured Streams again as false as they?

upon so much prose before Fadladeen, and it may The tone of melancholy defiance in which these easily be conceived what effect such prose as this must words were uttered went to Lalla Rookh's heart ;--and have produced on that most orthodox and most paganis she reluctantly rode on, she could not help feeling it bating personage. He sat for some minutes aghast, ejaas a sad but sweet certainty, that Feramorz was to the culating only at intervals - Bigoted conquerors ! -sympafull as enamoured and miserable as herself.

thy with Fire-worshippers!.-while Feramorz, happy to The place where they encamped that evening was the take advantage of this almost speechless horror of the first delightful spot they had come to since they left

Chamberlain, proceeded to say that he knew a melanLahore. On one side of them was a grove full of small choly story, connected with the events of one of those Ilindoo temples, and planted with the most graceful their Arab masters, which, if the evening was not too

brave struggles of the Fire-worshippers of Persia against trees of the East; where the tamarind, the cassia, and far advanced, he should have much pleasure in being the silken plantains of Ceylon were mingled in rich allowed to relate to the Princess. contrast with the high fan-like foliage of the Palmyra, Lalla Rookh to refuse ;-he had never before looked

It was impossible for -that favourite tree of the luxurious bird that lights up half so animated, and when he spoke of the Holy the chambers of its nest with fire-tlies. In the middle of the lawn where the pavilion stood there was a bank manic characters on the scimitar of Solomon. Her

Valley, his eyes had sparkled, she thought, like the talissurrounded by small mangoe-trees, on the clear cold consent was therefore most readily granted, and while waters of which floated multitudes of the beautiful red Fadladeen sat in unspeakable dismay, expecting treason lotus ; (88) while at a distance stood the ruins of a strange and abomination in every line, the poet thus began his and awful-looking tower, which seemed old enough to story of the Fire-worshippers :- (91) have been the temple of some religion no longer known, and which spoke the voice of desolation in the midst of all that bloom and loveliness. This singular

THE FIRE-WORSHIPPERS. ruin excited the wonder and conjectures of all. Lalla Rookh guessed in vain, and the all-pretending Fadladeen, who had never till this journey been beyond the

'T is moonlight over Oman's sca; a precincts of Delhi, was proceeding most learnedly to

Her banks of pearl and paliny isles show that he knew nothing whatever about the matter,

Bask in the night-beam beauteously, when one of the ladies suggested, that perhaps Fera

And her blue waters sleep in smiles. morz could satisfy their curiosity. They were now ap

'T is moonlight in Harmozia's 3 walls, proaching his native mountains, and this tower might be a relic of some of those dark superstitions, which

And through her emir's porphyry balls,

Where, some hours since, was heard the swell had prevailed in that country before the light of Islam

Of trumpet and the clash of zel,4 dawned upon it. The Chamberlain, who usually pre

Bidding the bright-eyed sun farewell ;ferred his own ignorance to the best knowledge that

The peaceful sun, whom better suits any one else could give him, was by no means pleased

The music of the bulbul's nest, with this ofhicious reference; and the Princess, too, was

Or the light touch of lovers' lutes, about to interpose a faint word of objection, but, be

To sing him to his golden rest! fore either of them could speak, a slave was dispatched All hush'd- there's not a breeze in motion; for Feramorz, who, in a very few minutes, appeared

The shore is silent as the ocean. before them,--looking so pale and unhappy in Lalla Rookh's eyes, that she already repented of her cruelty 'Tho Agar ardens,described by KenPren, Amanitat. Exol. in having so long excluded him.

2 The Persian Galf, sometimes so called, wbich separates the That venerable tower, he told them, was the remains' shores of Persia and Arabia.

3 The present Gombaroon, a town on the Persian side of the Gulf. · The Baya, or Indian Gross-Beak.-SA W. Jones.

4 A Moorish instrument of music.

If zephvrs come, so light they come,

As he shall know, well, dearly know,
Nor leaf is stirr'd nor wave is driven;

Who sleeps in moonlight luxury there,
The wind-tower on the Emir's dumes

Tranquil as if his spirit lay
Can hardly win a breath from heaven.

Becalm’d in Heaven's approving ray!

Sleep on--for purer eyes than thine Even he, that tyrant Arab, sleeps

Those waves are hush'd, those planets shine. Calm, while a nation round him weeps;

Sleep on, and be thy rest unmoved While curses load the air he breathes,

By the white moon-beam's dazzling pow'r;And falchions from unnumber'd sheaths

None but the loving and the loved
Are starting to avenge the shame

Should be awake at this sweet hour.
His race hath brought on Iran's name.
Hard, heartless Chief, unmoved alike

And see-where, high above those rocks 'Mid eves that weep and swords that strike;

That o'er the deep their shadows fling,
One of that saintly, murderous brood,

Yon turret stands; -where ebon locks,
To carnage and the Koran given,

As glossy as a heron's wing
Who think through unbelievers' blood

Upon the turban of a king, '
Lies their directest path to heaven.

Hang from the lattice, long and wild, -
One, who will pause and kneel unshod

"T is she, that Emir's blooming child, In the warm blood his hand hath pour'd,

All truth and tenderness and grace,
To mutter o'er some text of God

Though born of such ungentle race;-
Engraven on his reeking sword;-3

An image of Youth's radiant Fountain
Nay, who can coolly note the line,

Springing in a desolate mountain!" The letter of those words divine,

Oh! what a pure and sacred thing To which his blade, with searching art,

Is Beauty, curtain'd from the sight Had sunk into its victim's heart!

Of the gross world, illumining

One only mansion with her light!
Just Alla! what must be thy look,

Unseen by man's disturbing eye,–
When such a wretch before thee stands

The flower, that blooms beneath the sea
Unblushing, with thy Sacred Book, –

Too deep for sunbeams, doth not lie
Turning the leaves with blood-stain'd hands,

Hid in more chaste obscurity!
And wresting from its page sublime

So, Hinda, have thy face and mind, His creed of lust and hate and crime?

Like holy mysteries, lain enshrined.
Even as those bees of Trebizond, -

And oh what transport for a lover
Which from the sunniest flowers that glad

To lift the veil that shades them o'er!
With their pure smile the gardens round,

Like those, who all at once, discover
Draw venom forth that drives men mad!4

In the lone deep some fairy shore,
Never did fierce Arabia send

Where mortal never trod before,
A satrap forth more direly great;

And sleep and wake in scented airs
Never was Iran doom'd to bend

No lip had ever brcathed but theirs !
Beneath a yoke of deadlier weight.
Her throne had fall'n-her pride was crush'd-

Beautiful are the maids that glide,
Her sons were willing slaves, nor blush'd,

On summer-eves, through Yemen's3 dalcs, In their own land, -no more their own,

And bright the glancing looks they hide To crouch beneath a stranger's throne.

Behind their litters' roseate veils; -
Her towers, where Mithra once had burn'd

And brides, as delicate and fair
To Moslem shrines-oh shame!-were turn'd, As the white jasmine flowers they wear,
Where slaves, converted by the sword,

Hath Yemen in her blissful clime,
Their mean apostate worship pour’d,

Who, lull'd in cool kiosk or bower, (92) And cursed the faith their sires adored.

Before their mirrors count the time, (93) Yet has she hearts, 'mid all this ill,

And grow still lovelier every hour. O'er all this wreck high buoyant still

But never yet hath bride or maid
With hope and vengeance!-hearts that yet, -

In Araby's gay Harams smiled,
Like gems, in darkness issuing rays

Whose boasted brightness would not fade
They've treasured from the sun that's set,-

Before Al Hassan's blooming child.
Beam all the light of long-lost days !
And swords she hath, nor weak nor slow

Light as the angel shapes that bless
To second all such hearts can dare;

An infant's dream, yet not the less

Rich in all woman's loveliness ;"At Gombaroon, and other places in Persia, they have towers

With eyes so pure, that from their ray for the purpose of catching the wind, aod cooling the houses.»-LB Batti,

Dark Vice would turn abash'd away, *. Irao is the true general name for ihe empire of Persia.sAsiat. Res. Disc. 5.

1. Their kings wear plumes of black herons' feathers upon the : . On the blades of their scimitars some verse from the Koran is right side, as a badge of so ereignty..-Hanwar. usually inscribed. ---- Russel.

3. The Fountain of Youth, by a Mahometan tradition, is situated 4 Tbere is a kind of Rhododendros about Trebizond, whose

in some dark rogion of the East, RICHARDSON. flowers ibe bee feeds upon, and the boney thence drives people mad. 1 Arabia Felix. TOURSEPORT.

Blinded, like serpents when they gaze

Like her to whom, at dead of night, Upon the emerald's virgin blaze!--I

The bridegroom, with his locks of light, Yet, fill'd with all youth's sweet desires,

Came, in the flush of love and pride, Mingling the meek and vestal fires

And scaled the terrace of his bride;Of other worlds with all the bliss,

When, as she saw him rashly spring, The fond, weak tenderness of this!

And mid-way up in danger cling,

She flung him down her long black hair, A soul, too, more than half divine,

Where, through some shades of earthly feeling, Exclaiming, breathless, « There, love, there!, Religion's soften'd glories shine,

And scarce did manlier nerve uphold

The hero Zal in that fond hour,
Like light through summer foliage stealing,
Shedding a glow of such mild hue,

Than wings the youth who, fleet and bold,
So warm,

Now climbs the rocks to Hinda's bower. and yet so shadowy too, As makes the very darkness there

See-light as up their granite steeps More beautiful than light clsewhere!

The rock-goals of Arabia clamber,2

Fearless from crag to crag he leaps,
Such is the maid who, at this hour,

And now is in the maiden's chamber.
Hath risen from her restless sleep,
And sits alone in that high bower,

She loves—but knows not whom she loves,
Watching the still and shining deep.

Nor what his race, nor whence he came;-
Ah!'t was not thus,-with tearful eyes

Like one who meets, in Indian groves,
And beating heart, —she used to gaze

Some beauteous bird, without a name,
On the magnificent earth and skies,

Brought by the last ambrosial breeze,
In her own land, in happier days.

From isles in the undiscover'd seas,
Why looks she now so anxious down

To show his plumage for a day
Among those rocks, whose rugged frown

To wondering eyes, and wing away!
Blackens the mirror of the deep?

Will he thus fly-her nameless lover?
Whom waits she all this lonely night?

Alla forbid ! 't was by a moon Too rough the rocks, too bold the steep,

As fair as this, while singing over For man to scale that turret's height!

Some ditty to her soft Kanoon, 3

Alone, at this same witching hour,
So deem'd at least her thoughtful sire,

She first beheld his radiant eyes
When high to catch the cool night-air,

Gleam through the lattice of the bower,
After the day-beam's withering fire, 2

Where nightly now they mix their sighs;
He built her bower of freshness there,

And thought some spirit of the air
And had it deck'd with costliest skill,

(For what could waft a mortal there?) And fondly thought it safe as fair.

Was pausing on his moonlight way
Think, reverend dreamer! think so still,

To listen to her lonely lay!
Nor wake to learn what Love can dare-

This fancy ne'er hath left her mind :
Love, all-defying Love, who sees

And-though, when terror's swoon had past, No charm in trophies won with ease;

She saw a youth, of mortal kind, Whose rarest, dearest fruits of bliss

Before her in obeisance cast,Are pluck'd on Danger's precipice!

Yet often since, when he hath spoken Bolder than they, who dare not dive

Strange, awful words, and gleams have broken For pearls, but when the sea 's at rest,

From his dark eyes, too bright to bear,
Love, in the tempest most alive,

Oh! she hath fear'd her soul was given
Hath ever held that pearl the best

To some unhallow'd child of air,
He finds beneath the stormjest water!

Some erring Spirit, cast from heaven, Yes-- Araby's unrivall’d daughter,

Like those angelic youths of old,
Though high that tower, that rock-way rude,

Who burn'd for maids of mortal mould,
There's one who, but to kiss thy cheek,

Bewilder'd left the glorious skies,
Would climb the untrodden solitude

And lost their Heaven for woman's eyes!
Of Ararat's tremendous peak,} (94)
And think its steeps, though dark and dread,

Fond girl! nor fiend nor angel he,
Heaven's path-ways, if to thee they led !

Who woos thy young simplicity; Even now thou seest the flashing spray,

But one of earth's impassion'd sons,
That lights his oar's impatient way;

As warm in love, as fierce in iro,
Even now thou hear'st the sudden shock
Of his swift bark against the rock,
And stretchest down thy arms of snow,

"In one of the books of the Sbab Nabmeh, when Zal (a celebrated

bero of Persia, remarkable for bis white hair) comes to the terrace As if to lift him from below!

of his mistress, Rodbaver, at night, she lets down her long tresses to

Ossist him in his ascent;-be, bowever, manages in a less ronantie ' . They say that if a snake or serpent for his eyes on the lustre of way, by fixing his crook in a projecting beam. --Ser cuantios's ferthose stopes (emeralds), be immodiately becomes blind..-AINED dosi. BEN ADALALV2, Treatise on Jewels.

:. On the lofty hills of Arabia Petræa are rock-goats.. --NIEBCA.. 2. At Gombaroon and the Isle of Ormus it is sometimes so hot

3. Canun, espèce de psalterion, avec des cordes de boyaux ; les that the people are obliged to lie all day in the water. --Harco Polo. dames en touchent dans le serrail, avec des dérailles, armées de

· This mountain is generally supposed to be inaccessible. pointes de coco,»--TODENINI, translated by De Covanard.

As the best heart whose current runs

Full of the Day-God's living fire!

Upon whose ear the signal-word
Of strife and death is hourly breaking;
Who sleeps with head upon the sword
His fever'd hand must grasp in waking!
Danger! -

Say on-thou fear'st not then, And we may meet—oft meet again?,

But quench'd to-night that ardour seems,

And pale his cheek, and sunk his brow;Never before, but in her dreams,

Had she beheld him pale as now:
And those were dreams of troubled sleep,
From which 't was joy to wake and weep;
Visions, that will not be forgot,

But sadden every waking scene,
Like warning ghosts, that leave the spot

All wither'd where they once have been!

Oh! look not so,-beneath the skies
I now fear nothing but those eyes.
If aught on earth could charm or force
My spirit from its destined course, –
If aught could make this soul forget
The bond to which its seal is set,
'T would be those eyes ;--they, only they,
Could melt that sacred seal away!
But no-'t is fix'd- my awful doom
Is fixed-on this side of the tomb
We meet no more-why, why did Heaven
Mingle two souls that carth has riven,
Has rent asunder wide as ours?
Oh, Arab maid! as soon the Powers
Of Light and Darkness may combine,
As I be link'd with thee or thine!
Thy Father--,

• Holy Alla save
His grey head from that lightning glance!
Thou know'st him not-he loves the brave;

Nor lives there under heaven's expanse
One who would prize, would worship thee,
And thy bold spirit, more than be.
Oft when, in childhood, I have play'd

With the bright falchion by his side,
I 've heard him swear his lisping maid

In time should be a warrior's bride.
And still, whene'er, at Haram hours,
I take him cool sherbets and flowers,
He tells me, when in playful mood,

A hero shall my bridegroom be,
Since maids are best in battle woo'd,

And won with shouts of victory!
Nay, turn pot from me-thou alone
Art form’d to make both hearts thy own.
Go-join his sacred ranks—thou know'st

The unboly strife these Persians wage:-
Good Heaven, that frown !--even now thou glow'st

With more than mortal warrior's rage.
Haste to the camp by morning's light,
And, when that sword is raised in fight,
Oh still remember Love and I
Beneath its shadow trembling lie!
One victory o'er those Slaves of Fire,
Those impious Ghebers, whom my sire

Hold, hold-thy words are death-,
The stranger cried, as wild he flung
His mantle back, and show'd beneath

The Gheber belt that round him clung.-' (95)
« Here, maiden, look-weep-blush to see
All that thy sire abhors in me!

• How sweetly, said the trembling maid,
Of her own gentle voice afraid,
So long had they in silence stood,
Looking upon that tranquil flood-
• How sweetly does the moon-beam smile
To-night upon yon leafy isle!
Oft, in my fancy's wanderings,
I've wish'd that little isle had wings,
And we, within its fairy bowers,

Were wafted off to seas unknown,
Where not a pulse should beat but ours,

And we might live, love, die alone! Far from the cruel and the cold,

Where the bright eyes of angels only
Should come around us, to behold

A paradise so pure and lonely!
Would this be world enough for thee?—"
Playful she turn'd that he might see

The passing smile her cheek pút on;
But when she mark'd how mournfully

His eyes met hers, that smile was gone;
And, bursting into heart-felt tears,
- Yes, yes, she cried, my hourly fears,
My dreams have boded all too right-
We part--for ever part-to-night!
I knew, I knew it could not last-
'T was bright, 't was heavenly, but 't is past !
Oh! ever thus, from childhood's hour,

I've seen my fondest hopes decay;
I never loved a tree or flower,
But 't was the first to fade

away. I never nursed a dear gazelle,

To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well,

And love me, it was sure to die!
Now too—the joy most like divine

Of all I ever dreamt or knew,
To see thee, hear thee, call thee mine,

Oh, misery! must I lose that too?
Yet go-on peril's brink we meet;

Those frightful rocks-that treacherous seaNo, never come again-though sweet,

Though Heaven, it may be death to thee.
Farewell -and blessings on thy way,

Where'er thou goest, beloved stranger!
Better to sit and watch that ray,
And think thee safe, though far away,

Than have thee near me, and in danger!.
• Danger!-Oh, tempt me not to boast,
The youth exclaim'd- thou little know'st
What he can brave, who, born and nurst
In Danger's paths, has dared her worst !

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Yes I am of that impious race,

Where lights, like charnel meteors, burn'd
Those Slaves of Fire who, morn and even,

Bluely, as o'er some seaman's grave;
Hail their Creator's dwelling-placc

And fiery darts, at intervals,'
Among the living lights of heaven!" (96)

Flew up all sparkling from the main,
Yes-I am of that outcast few,

As if each star that nightly falls, To Iran and to vengeance true,

Were shooting back to heaven again. Who curse the hour your Arabs came

My signal-lights !-I must awayTo desolate our shrines of flame,

Both, both are ruin'd, if I stay. And swear, before God's burning eye,

Farewell-swect life! thou cling'st in vainTo break our country's chains, or die !

Now-Vengeance!—I am thine again..
Thy bigot sire-nay, tremble not-

Fiercely he broke away, nor slopp'd,
He, who gave birth to those dear eyes,

Nor look'd—but from the lattice dropp'd
With me is sacred as the spot

Down ʼmid the pointed crags beneath,
From which our fires of worship rise!

As if he fled from love to death.
But know—'t was he I sought that night,

While pale and mute young Hinda stood,
When, from my watch-boat on the sea,

Nor moved, till in the silent flood
I caught this turret's glimmering light,

A momentary plunge below
And up the rude rocks desperately

Startled her from her trance of woc;-
Rush'd to my prey :-thou know'st the rest -

Shrieking she to the lattice flew, I climb'd the gory vulture's nest,

• I come-I come-if in that tide And found a trembling dove within ;

Thou sleep'st to-night-I'll sleep there too, Thine, thine the victory-thine the sin

In death's cold wedlock by thy side. If Love hath made one thought his own,

Oh! I would ask no happier bed That Vengeance claims first-last-alone!

Than the chill wave my love lies ander ;- . Oh! had we never, never met,

Sweeter to rest together dead, Or could this heart even now forget,

Far sweeter, than to live asunder!, How link'd how bless'd we might have been,

But no-their hour is not yet comeHad Fate not frown'd so dark between!

Again she sees his pinnace fly,
Hadst thou been born a Persian maid,

Wafting him tleetly to his home,
In neighbouring valleys had we dwelt,

Where'er that ill-starr'd home may lie;
Through the same fields in childhood play'd,

And calm and smooth it seem'd to win
At the same kindling altar knelt,-

Its moonlight way before the wind,
Then, then, while all those nameless ties

As if it bore all peace within,
In which the charm of Country lies,

Nor left one breaking heart bebind!
Had round our hearts been hourly spun,
Till Iran's cause and thine were one;-
While in thy lute's awakening sigh

The Princess, whose heart was sad enough already, I heard the voice of days gone by,

could have wished that Feramorz had chosen a less And saw in every smile of thine

melancholy story; as it is only to the happy that tears Returning hours of glory shine!

are a luxury. Her ladies, however, were by no means While the wrong'a Spirit of our Land

sorry that love was once more the Poet's theme; for, Lived, look'd, and spoke her wrongs through thee, when he spoke of love, they said, his voice was as sweet God! who could then this sword withstand ? as if he had chewed the leaves of that enchanted tree, Its very flash were victory!

which grows over the tomb of the musician, Tan-Sein.(97) But now-estranged, divorced for ever,

Their road all the morning had lain through a very Far as the grasp of Fate can sever;

dreary country;-through valleys, covered with a low Our only ties what Love has wove,

bushy jungle, where, in more than one place the awful Faith, friends, and country, sunder'd wide;- signal of the bamboo-staff, (98) with the white flag at its And then, then only, true to love,

top, reminded the traveller that in that very spot the tiger When false to all that's dear beside!

had made some human creature his victim. It was Thy father Jran's deadliest foe

therefore with much pleasure that they arrived at sunset Thyself, perhaps, even now—but no

in a safe and lovely glen, and encamped under one of Hate never look'd so lovely yet!

those holy trees, whose smooth columns and spreading No-sacred to thy soul will be

roofs seem to destine them for natural temples of religion. The land of him who could forget

Bencath the shade, some pious hands had erected(99) pilAll but that bleeding land for thee!

lars ornamented with the most beautiful porcelain, which When other eyes shall see, unmoved,

now supplied the use of mirrors to the young maidens, Her widows mourn, her warriors fall,

as they adjusted their hair in descending from the Thou 'lt think how well one Gheber loved, palankeens. Here while, as usual, the Princess sal And for his sake thou 'lı weep for all!

listening anxiously, with Fadladeen in one of his loftiest But look--,

moods of criticism by her side, the young Poel, leaning With sudden start he turn'd against a branch of the tree, thus continued his story :And pointed to the distant wave,

"The Mameluks that were in the other boat, when it was dark, "They suppose the Throne of the Almighty is seated in the sun, used to shoot up a sort of fiery arrows into the air, which in some and hence their worship of that luminary.--IlAnwar,

measure resembled lightning or falling stars..--BAENGaBILY.

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