Than be the sleekest slave at home THE morn hath risen clear and calm, And lighting Kishma's amber vines. And curl the shining flood beneath,- For gentle skies and breezes fair! The nightingale now bends her flight (100) 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 stain The best and brightest scimitar 4 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:- On foreign shores, unloved, unknown, Or on the snowy Mossian mountains, Her jasmine bowers and sunny fountains! Yet happier so than if he trod His own beloved but blighted sod, The Persian Gulf. To dive for pearls in the Green Sea, or Persian Gulf.-Sia W. JONES. a Islands in the Gulf. 3 Or Selemeh, the genuine Dame of the headland at the entrance of the Gulf, commonly called Cape Musseldom. The Indians, when they pass the promontory, throw cocoa-nuts, fruits, or flowers into the sea to secure a propitious voyage.-MORTER. 4 In speaking of the climate of Shiraz, FRANCKLIN says, the dew is of such a pure nature, that, if the brightest scimitar should be exposed to it all night, it would not receive the least rust.» The place where the Persians were finally defeated by the Arabs, and their ancient monarchy destroyed. * Derbend.—« Les Turcs appellent cette ville Demir Capi, Porte de Fer; ce sont les Caspiæ Portæ des anciens.»-D'HERBELOT. That crouches to the conqueror's creed ! Is Iran's pride then gone for ever, Quench'd with the flame in Mithra's caves?— No-she has sons that never-never Will stoop to be the Moslem's slaves, While Heaven has light or earth has graves. Spirits of fire, that brood not long, But flash resentment back for wrong; And hearts where, slow but deep, the seeds Of vengeance ripen into deeds, Till, in some treacherous hour of calm, They burst, like Zeilan's giant palm, ' Whose buds fly open with a sound That shakes the pigmy forests round! Yes, Emir! he, who scaled that tower,- How safe even tyrant heads may rest— Who loathe thy haughty race and thee; Thou know'st them well-'t is some moons since Thou satrap of a bigot prince! Have swarm'd among these Green Sea crags; Yet here, even here, a sacred band, Ay, in the portal of that land Thou, Arab, darest to call thy own, Their spears across thy path have thrown; Rebellion! foul, dishonouring word, Whose wrongful blight so oft has stain'd The holiest cause that tongue or sword Of mortal ever lost or gain'dHow many a spirit, born to bless, Hath sunk beneath that withering name, Whom but a day's, an hour's success Had wafted to eternal fame! As exhalations, when they burst And who is he, that wields the might Of Freedom on the Green Sea brink, The Talpot or Talipot tree. This beautiful palm-tree, which grows in the heart of the forests, may be classed among the lofties trees, and becomes still higher when on the point of bursting forth from its leafy summit. The sheath which then envelopes the flower is very large, and, when it bursts, makes an explosion like the report of a cannon.-TRUNBERG. Before whose sabre's dazzling light (101) Their closing gleam on Iran's heights, 'T is Hafed-name of fear, whose sound Chills like the muttering of a charm;Shout but that awful name around, And palsy shakes the manliest arm. Of whose malign, tremendous power, Who groan'd to see their shrines expire, Such were the tales that won belief, And such the colouring Fancy gave His only spell-word, Liberty! Of sainted cedars on its banks! 2 (102) 'T was not for him, whose soul was cast Tahmuras, and other ancient Kings of Persia; whose adventures in Fairy-Land among the Peris and Dives may be found in RICHARDSox's curious Dissertation. The griffin Simourgh, they say, took some feathers from her breast for Tabmuras, with which he adorned his belmet, and transmitted them afterwards to his descendants. This rivulet, says DANDINI, is called the Holy River, from the « cedar-saints among which it rises. Before the Mosłem, as he pass'd, The pageant of his country's shame; While every tear her children shed Fell on his soul, like drops of flame; And, as a lover hails the dawn Of a first smile, so welcomed he The sparkle of the first sword drawn For vengeance and for liberty! But vain was valour-vain the flower There stood-but one short league away A rocky mountain, o'er the sea Of those stupendous chains that reach As if to guard the gulf across; That oft the sleeping albatross' On the land side, those towers sublime, : No eye could pierce the void between; It seem'd a place where Gholes might come With their foul banquets from the tomb, These birds sleep in the air. They are most common about the Cape of Good Hope. And in its caverns feed unseen. Like distant thunder, from below, The sound of many torrents came; Too deep for eye or ear to know If 't were the sea's imprison'd flow, Or floods of ever-restless flame. For each ravine, each rocky spire Of that vast mountain stood on fire;' And, though for ever past the days When God was worshipp'd in the blaze That from its lofty altar shone, Though fled the priests, the votaries gone, Through chance and change, through good and ill, Like its own God's eternal will, Deep, constant, bright, unquenchable! 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 Heaven to him who flies from chains!» They cross'd the chasm and gain'd the towers;- To quiver to the Moslem's tread, "T was night when to those towers they came, 'Tis o'er-what men could do, we've doneIf Iran will look tamely on, And see her priests, her warriors driven A wretch, who takes his lusts to heaven, If her proud sons, Men, in whose veins-oh, last disgrace! Why let them till the land's despair The Ghebers generally built their temples over subterraneous fires. 2 Ancient heroes of Persia. Among the Guebres there are some who boast their descent from Rustam.-STEPRENS' Persia. Or satrap ever yet profaned; And, though but few-though fast the wave As panthers, after set of sun, When Hope's expiring throb is o'er, Of the last few who, vainly brave, Die for the land they cannot save!» And though so wild and desolate Nor charmed leaf of pure pomegranate;3 Nor symbol of their worshipp'd planet; 4 Brave suffering souls! they little knew The Persian lily shines and towers, (107) Hath fallen upon her golden flowers. Light-hearted maid, unawed, unmoved, While Heaven but spared the sire she loved, 1 See RUSSEL's account of the panthers attacking travellers in the night on the sea-shore about the roots of Lebanon. 2. Among other ceremonies, the Magi used to place upon the tops of high towers various kinds of rich viands, upon which it was supposed the Peris and the spirits of their departed heroes regaled themselves.-RICHARDSON. In the ceremonies of the Ghebers round their Fire, as described by LORD, the Daroo, he says, giveth them water to drink, and a pomegranate leaf to chew in the mouth, to cleanse them from inward uncleanness," 4. Early in the morning, they (the Parsees 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 BEN JAMIN. Once at thy evening tales of blood That came across thee calm and sweet, Her soul all flame, her brow all sadness, And thinks that o'er, almost to madness! Of rebel carnage fast succeeds, In every 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. In friendship's smile and home's caress, A passion, without hope or pleasure, It lies, like some ill-gotten treasure,— Seven nights have darken'd Oman's Sea, Hurry her Gheber's bark away,- And watch, and look along the deep For him whose smiles first made her weep, But watching, weeping, all was vain, And oft the hateful carrion-bird, 'Tis the eighth morn-Al Hassan's brow Is brighten'd with unusual joyWhat mighty mischief glads him now, Who never smiles but to destroy? The sparkle upon Herkend's Sea, When tost at midnight furiously,' Tells not of wreck and ruin nigh, More surely than that smiling eye! Up, daughter, up-the Kerna's breath His head-heart-limbs-will all be mine; . His blood! she faintly scream'd-her mind Still singling one from all mankind Yes-spite of his ravines and towers, Hafed, my child, this night is ours. Without whose aid the links accurst, Ne'er had I risk'd thy timid sex In scenes that man himself might dread, Would be on prostrate Persian necks- 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. 2 A kind of trumpet ;-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 latter of which, called Al Mawashab, the fillet wreath, or wreathed garland, he wore at the battle of Ohod."- Universal History. One miscreant, who for gold betray'd And, while the few, who thence return'd He lived, and, in the face of morn, Oh for a tongue to curse the slave, Whose treason, like a deadly blight, With joys that vanish while he sips, On the parch'd desert thirsting die,- Just Prophet, let the damn'd-one dwell Beholding Heaven, and feeling Hell! LALLA ROOKH had had a dream the night before, which, in spite of the impending fate of poor Hafed, made her heart more than usually cheerful during the morn ing, and gave her cheeks all the freshened animation of a flower that the Bidmusk has just passed over. (110) She fancied that she was sailing on that Eastern Ocean, where the sea-gipseys, who live for ever on the water, (111) enjoy a perpetual summer in wandering from isle to isle, when she saw a small gilded bark approaching her. It was like one of those boats which the Maldivian islanders annually 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 to 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 (112) were hastily handed round, and, after a short prelude on his lute in the pathetic measure of Nava, (113) which is always used to express the lamentations of absent lovers, the poet thus continued: THE day is lowering-stilly black Sleeps the grim wave, while Heaven's rack, There's not a cloud in that blue plain 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 riven, Seem melting down the verge of heaven; 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. Or speak the farewell, heard no more;- With that keen, second-scent of death, By which the vulture snuffs his food In the still warm and living breath! 3 While o'er the wave his weeping daughter Is wafted from these scenes of slaughter,As a young bird of Babylon,4 Let loose to tell of victory won, The Easterns used to set out on their longer voyages with music.-HARMER. The Gate of Tears, the straits or passage into the Red Sea, commonly called Babelmandel. It received this name from the old Arabians, on account of the danger of the navigation, and the number of shipwrecks by which it was distinguished; which induced them to consider as dead, and to wear mourning for, all who bad the boldness to hazard the passage through it into the Ethiopic Ocean..RICHARDSON. 3.I have been told that wbensoever an animal falls down dead, one or more vultures, unseen before, instantly appear.-PENNANT. 4. They fasten some writing to the wings of a Bagdat, or Babylonian pigeon.-Travels of certain Englishmen. |