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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
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,
Who sleeps in moonlight luxury there,
Tranquil as if his spirit lay
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
Should be awake at this sweet hour.
And see-where, high above those rocks 'Mid eves that weep and swords that strike;
That o'er the deep their shadows fling,
Yon turret stands; -where ebon locks,
As glossy as a heron's wing
Upon the turban of a king, '
Hang from the lattice, long and wild, -
"T is she, that Emir's blooming child, In the warm blood his hand hath pour'd,
All truth and tenderness and grace,
Though born of such ungentle race;-
An image of Youth's radiant Fountain
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!
Unseen by man's disturbing eye,–
The flower, that blooms beneath the sea
Too deep for sunbeams, doth not lie
Hid in more chaste obscurity!
So, Hinda, have thy face and mind, His creed of lust and hate and crime?
Like holy mysteries, lain enshrined.
And oh what transport for a lover
To lift the veil that shades them o'er!
Like those, who all at once, discover
In the lone deep some fairy shore,
Where mortal never trod before,
And sleep and wake in scented airs
No lip had ever brcathed but theirs !
Beautiful are the maids that glide,
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; -
And brides, as delicate and fair
Hath Yemen in her blissful clime,
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
In Araby's gay Harams smiled,
Whose boasted brightness would not fade
Before Al Hassan's blooming child.
Light as the angel shapes that bless
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,
Than wings the youth who, fleet and bold,
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,
And now is in the maiden's chamber.
She loves—but knows not whom she loves,
Nor what his race, nor whence he came;-
Like one who meets, in Indian groves,
Some beauteous bird, without a name,
Brought by the last ambrosial breeze,
From isles in the undiscover'd seas,
To show his plumage for a day
To wondering eyes, and wing away!
Will he thus fly-her nameless lover?
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,
She first beheld his radiant eyes
Gleam through the lattice of the bower,
Where nightly now they mix their sighs;
And thought some spirit of the air
(For what could waft a mortal there?) And fondly thought it safe as fair.
Was pausing on his moonlight way
To listen to her lonely lay!
This fancy ne'er hath left her mind :
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,
Oh! she hath fear'd her soul was given
To some unhallow'd child of air,
Some erring Spirit, cast from heaven, Yes-- Araby's unrivall’d daughter,
Like those angelic youths of old,
Who burn'd for maids of mortal mould,
Bewilder'd left the glorious skies,
And lost their Heaven for woman's eyes!
Fond girl! nor fiend nor angel he,
Who woos thy young simplicity; Even now thou seest the flashing spray,
But one of earth's impassion'd sons,
As warm in love, as fierce in iro,
"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
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:
But sadden every waking scene,
All wither'd where they once have been!
Oh! look not so,-beneath the skies
• Holy Alla save
Nor lives there under heaven's expanse
With the bright falchion by his side,
In time should be a warrior's bride.
A hero shall my bridegroom be,
And won with shouts of victory!
The unboly strife these Persians wage:-
With more than mortal warrior's rage.
Hold, hold-thy words are death-,
The Gheber belt that round him clung.-' (95)
• How sweetly, said the trembling maid,
Were wafted off to seas unknown,
And we might live, love, die alone! Far from the cruel and the cold,
Where the bright eyes of angels only
A paradise so pure and lonely!
The passing smile her cheek pút on;
His eyes met hers, that smile was gone;
I've seen my fondest hopes decay;
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!
Of all I ever dreamt or knew,
Oh, misery! must I lose that too?
Those frightful rocks-that treacherous seaNo, never come again-though sweet,
Though Heaven, it may be death to thee.
Where'er thou goest, beloved stranger!
Than have thee near me, and in danger!.
'. They (the Ghebers) lay so much stress on their cusbec, or girdle, as not to dare to be an instant without it.s-Grose's Voyage.• Le jeune homme pia d'abord la chose ; mais ayant été dépouille de sa robe, et la large ceinture qu'il portait comme Gorebroetc. etc.D'HEUTELOT, art. Agduani.
Yes I am of that impious race,
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, 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..
Fiercely he broke away, nor slopp'd,
Nor look'd—but from the lattice dropp'd
Down ʼmid the pointed crags beneath,
As if he fled from love to death.
While pale and mute young Hinda stood,
Nor moved, till in the silent flood
A momentary plunge below
Startled her from her trance of woc;-
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,
Wafting him tleetly 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 bebind!
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.