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'T is I that mingle in one sweet measure
The past, the present, and future of pleasure ;(127)
When Memory links the tone that is gone

With the blissful tone that's still in the ear ;
And hope from a heavenly note flies on

To a note more heavenly still that is near!

No sooner was the flowery crown
Placed on her head than sleep came down,
Gently as nights of summer fall,
Upon the lids of Nourmahal ;
And, suddenly, a tuneful breeze,
As full of small rich harmonies
As ever wind, that o'er the tents
Of Azab 3 blew, was full of scents,
Steals on her ear and floats and swells,

Like the first air of morning creeping
Into those wreathy, red-sea shells,

Where Love himself, of old, lay sleeping;—4 And now a spirit formid, 't would seem,

Of music and of light, so fair,
So brilliantly his features beam,

And such a sound is in the air
Of sweetness, when he waves his wings,
Hovers around her, and thus sings :

The warrior's heart, when touch'd by me,
Can as downy soft and as yielding be
As his own white plume, that high amid death
Through the field has shone-yet moves with a

And, oh how the eyes of beauty glisten,

When music has reach'd her inward soul,
Like the silent stars, that wink and listen
While heaven's eternal melodies roll !

So, hither I come

From my fairy home,
And if there's a magic in music's strain,

I swear by the breath

Of that moonlight wreath,
Thy lover shall sigh at thy feet again.

From Chindara's 5 warbling fount I come,

'T is dawn-at least that earlier dawn, Calld by that moonlight garland's spell;

Whose glimpses are again withdrawn,’ (128) From Chindara's fount, my fairy home,

As if the morn had waked, and then Where in music, morn and night, I dwell;

Shut close her lids of light again. 1. The almond-tree, with white flowers, blossoms on the bare

And Nourmahal is up, and trying branches..-HASSELQUIST,

The wonders of her lute, whose strings* An herb on Mount Libanos, which is said to communicate a Oh bliss !-now murmur like the sighing yellow golden hue to the teeth of the goats and other animals tbat

From that ambrosial Spirit's wings! graze upon it.

The myrrh country. 4. This iven (of deities living in shells) was not unknown to the 1. The Pompadour pigeon is the species which, by carrying the Greeks, who represent the young Verites, one of the Cupids, as liv- fruit of the cinnamon to different places, is a great disseminator of ing in sbells on the shores of the Red Sea..-WILFORD.

this valuable tree. --See Brown's Illustr., Tab. 19. SA fabulous fountain, where instruments are said to be con- :. They have two mornings, the Soobbi Kazim, and the Soobhi stantly playing.»-RICHARDSON.

Sadig, the false and the real day-break.:-WARING.

The one,

And then, her voice-'t is more than human

Never, till now, had it been given To lips of any

mortal woman To utter notes so fresh from heaven; Sweet as the breath of angel sighs,

When angel sighs are most divine. « Oh ! let it last till night,- she cries,

* And he is more than ever mine.. And hourly she renews the lay,

So fearful lest its heavenly sweetness Should, ere the evening, fade away,

For things so heavenly have such fleetness! But, far from fading, it but grows Richer, diviner as it flows; Till rapt she dwells on every string,

And pours again each sound along, Like Echo, lost and languishing

In love with her own wondrous song. That evening (trusting that his soul

Might be from haunting love released By mirth, by music, and the bowl)

The Imperial Sclim held a feast In his magnificent Shalimar ;-- (129) In whose saloons, when the first star Of evening o'er the waters trembled, The valley's loveliest all assembled : All the bright creatures that, like dreams, Glide through its foliage, and drink beams Of beauty from its founts and streams,' And all those wandering minstrel-maids, Who leave-how can they leave ?—the shades Of that dear valley, and are found

Singing in gardens of the south 2 Those songs, that ne'er so sweetly sound

As from a young Cashmerian's mouth. There too the Haram's inmates smile ;

Maids from the west, with sun-bright hair, And from the garden of the Nile,

Delicate as the roses there ;-3
Daughters of Love from Cyprus' rocks,
With Paphian diamonds in their locks ;-4
Light Peri forms, such as there are
On the gold meads of Candahar;5
And they, before whose sleepy eyes,

In their own bright Kathaian bowers,
Sparkle such rainbow butterflies, 6

That they might fancy the rich flowers,

That round them in the sun lay sighing,
Had been by magic all set flying !
Every thing young, every thing fair,
From east and west is blushing there :
Except-except- -oh Nourmahal !
Thou loveliest, dearest of them all,

whose smile shone out alone,
Amidst a world the only one!
Whose light, among so many lights,
Was like that star, on siarry nights,
The seaman singles from the sky,
To steer his bark for ever by!
Thou wert not there—so Selim thought,

And every thing seem'd drear without thee: But ah! thou wert, thou wert-and brought Thy charm of


all fresh about thee ;
Mingling unnoticed with a band
Of lutanists from many a land,
And veil'd by such a mask as shades
The features of young Arab maids, -'
A mask that leaves but one cye free,
To do its best in witchery,-
She roved, with beating heart, around,
And waited, trembling, for the minute
When she might try if still the sound

Of her loved lute had magic in it.
The board was spread with fruits and wine;
With grapes of gold, like those that shine
On Casbin's hills;2—pomegranates full

Of melting sweetness, and the pears And sunniest apples 3 that Caubul

In all its thousand gardens 4 bears ; Plantains, the golden and the green, Malaya's nectar'd mangusteen ; 5 Prunes of Bokara, and sweet nuts

From the far groves of Samarcand,
And Basra dates, and apricots,

Seed of the Sun, 6 from Iran's land ;-
With rich conserve of Visna cherries, 7
Of orange flowers, and of those berries
That, wild and fresh, the young gazelles
Feed on in Erac's rocky dells. 8
All these in richest vases smile,

In baskets of pure sandal-wood,
And urns of porcelain from that isle 9

Sunk underneath the Indian flood,

! The waters of Cacbemir are the more renowned from its being

i The Arabian women wear black masks with little clasps, pretsupposed that the Cachemirians are indebted for their beauty 10 Lily ordered, 3-CARRERI. NIEBUHR mentions their showing but one tbem,.- ALIYEZDI.

eye in conversation. ? From bim I received the following little Gazzel, or Love Song,

: . The golden grapes of Casbin..- Description of Persia. the potes of which he committed 10 paper from the voice of one of

3. The fruits exported from Caubul are apples, pears, pomegraibose singing-girls of Cachmere, who wander from that delightful Dates, etc.—ELPHINSTONE. valley over the various parts of India. -- Persian Miscellanies. 4. We sat down under a tree, listened to the birds, and talked 3. Tbe roses of the Jinan Nile, or Garden of the Nile (attached

with the son of our Mebmaundar about our country and Canbul, of to the Emperor of Morocco's palace) are unequalled, and matrasses which be gave an enchanting account: that city and its hundred are made of tbeir leaves for the men of rank to recline upon.- thou and gardens, etc.-Id. JACKSOX,

6. The Mangusteen, ibe most delicate fruit in the world ; the pride 4. On the side of a mountain Dear Paphos there is a cavern which of the Malay Islands. -- MARDEX. produces the most beautiful rock crystal. On account of its bril- 6 - A delicious kind of apricot, called by the Persians tokm-ekliancy it has been called the pliian diamond. - MARITI.

sbems, signifying sno's soed..-Deseript. of Persia. 3. There is a part of Candabar called Peria, or Fairy-Land.-

7. Sweetmeats in a crystal cup. consisting of rose-leaves in conTHEVENOT. In some of those countries to the North of India vege

serve, with lemon or Vispa cherry, orange-flowers, etc. -RUSSELL. table gold is supposed to be produced.

..Antelopes cropping the fresh berries of Erac. - The Muallakat, 6. These are ibe butterflies which are called in the Chinese lan- a poem of TARATA. guage Flying Leaves. Some of them bave such shining colours, and

. Mauri-ga-Sima, an island near Formosa, supposed to have been are so variegated, that they may be called flying flowers; and indeed

sunk in the sea for the crimes of its inhabitants. Tba vessels which they are always produced in the finest flower-gardens..-Dunn.

the fishermen and divers bring up from it are sold at an immense price in China a..d Japan.-Seu NUPFER.

Whence of the lucky diver brings

And precious their tears as that rain from the sky," Vases to grace the halls of kings.

Which turns into pearls as it falls in the sea. Wines too, of every clime and hue,

Oh! think what the kiss and the smile must be worth, Around their liquid lustre threw;

When the sigh and the tear are so perfect in bliss; Amber Rosolly,'— the bright dew

And own, if there be an Elysium on earth,
From vineyards of the Green-Sea gushing;

It is this, it is this.
And Shiraz wine, that richly ran
As if that jewel, large and rare,

Here sparkles the nectar that, hallow'd by love,
The ruby, for which Kublai-Khan

Could draw down thosc angels of old from their sphere, Offer'd a city's wealth,3 was blushing,

Who for wine of this eartha left the fountains above, Melted within the goblets there!

And forgot Heaven's stars for the eyes we have here.

And, bless'd with the odour our goblet gives forth, And amply Selim quaffs of each,

What spirit the sweets of his Eden would miss? And seems resolved the floods shall reach

For oh! if there be an Elysium on earth,
His inward heart,-shedding around

It is this, it is this.
A genial deluge, as they run,
That soon shall leave no spot undrown'd,
For Love to rest his wings upon.

The Georgian's song was scarcely mute,

When the same measure, sound for sound, He little knew how well the boy

Was caught up by another lute,

And so divinely breathed around,
Can float upon a goblet's streams,

That all stood hush'd and wondering,
Lighting them with his smile of joy ;-
As bards have seen him, in their dreams,

And turn'd and look'd into the air,
Down the blue Ganges laughing glide

As if they thought to see the wing,

Of Israfil, the angel, there;
Upon a rosy lotus wreath,4
Catching new lustre from the tide

So powerfully on every soul

That new, enchanted measure stole.
That with his image shone beneath.

While now a voice, sweet as the note

Of the charm'd lute, was heard to float
But what are cups, without the aid

Along its chords, and so entwine
Of song to speed them as they flow?

Its sound with theirs, that none knew whether
And see-a lovely Georgian maid,

The voice or lute was most divine,
With all the bloom, the freshen'd glow
Of her own country maiden's looks,

So wondrously they went together :-
When warm they rise from Tetlis' brooks;'
And with an eye, whose restless ray,

There's a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has told,
Full, ffoating, dark-oh he, who knows

When two, that are link'd in one heavenly tie,
His heart is weak, of Heaven should


With heart never changing and brow never cold,
To guard him from such eyes as those !

Love on through all ills, and love on till they die! With a voluptuous wildness flinys

One hour of a passion so sacred is worth Her snowy hand across the strings

Whole ages of heartless and wandering bliss; Of a syrinda, and thus sings :

And oh! if there be an Elysium on earth,

It is this, it is this.
Come Irither, come hither— by night and by day,
We linger in pleasures that never are gone;

'T was not the air, 't was not the words, Like the waves of the summer, as one dies away,

But that deep magic in the chords Another as sweet and as shining comes on.

And in the lips, that gave such power And the love that is o'er, in expiring gives birth

As music knew not till that hour. To a new one as warm, as unequall'd in bliss;

At once a hundred voices, said, And oh! if there be an Elysium on earth, (130)

• It is the mask'd Arabian maid!. It is this, it is this.

While Selim, who had felt the strain

Deepest of any, and had lain Here maidens are sighing, and fragrant their sigh

Some minutes wrapt, as in a trance,
As the flower of the Amra just oped by a bee;7

After the fairy sounds were o'er,
Too inly touch'd for utterance,

Now motion'd with his hand for more:
· Persian Tales.
1. The wbite wine of Kishma.
1 - The King of Zeilan is said to have the very finest ruby that

Fly to the desert, fly with me, was ever seen. Kublai-Khan sent and offered tbe value of a city

Our Arab tents are rude for thee;
for it, but the King answered he would not give it for the treasure
of the world..-MARCO Polo.

But oh! the choice what heart can doubt
• • The Indians feigo that Capid was first seen Aoating down the Of tents with love, or thrones without?
Gadges on the Nymphæa Nelumbo. --See PENNANT.
Teflis is celebrated for its natural warna baths,-Soe Een Hau-

' • The Nisan, or drops of spring rain, which they believe to pro$ . The Indian Syrinda, or guitar. ---Synes.

duce pearls if they fall into sbells.»--RICHARDSON. : - Delightfal are the flowers of the Amra-trees on the mountain- For an account of the share which wine bad in the fall of the tops, while the murmuring bees pursue their voluptuous toil..- angels, see MARITI. Song of Jayadera.

* The Angel of Music.-See acte, p. 46.


Our rocks are rough, but smiling there The acacia waves her yellow hair; Lonely and sweet, nor, loved the less For flowering in a wilderness.

Our sands are bare, but down their slope
The silvery-footed antelope
As gracefully and gaily springs
As o'er the marble courts of kings.

As if 't were fix'd by magic there, And naming her, so long unnamed, So long unseen, wildly exclaim'd, Oh, Nourmahal! oh, Nourmahal!

Hadst thou but sung this witching strain, I could forget-forgive thee all,

And never leave those eyes again..
The mask is off-the charm is wrought-
And Selim to his heart has caught,
In blushes, more than ever bright,
His Nourmahal, his Haram's Light'
And well do vanish'd frowns enhance
The charm of every brighten'd glance;
And dearer seems each dawning smile
For having lost its light awhile;
And, happier now for all her sighs,

As on his arm her head reposes,
She whispers him, with laughing cyes,

• Remember, love, the Feast of Roses!,

Then come—thy Arab maid will be
The loved and lone acacia-tree,
The antelope, whose feet shall bless
With their light sound thy loneliness.

Oh! there are looks and tones that dart
An instant sunshine through the heart, --
As if the soul that minute caught
Some treasure it through life had sought;

As if the very lips and eyes
Predestined to have all our sighs,
And never be forgot again,
Sparkled and spoke before us then !


So came thy every glance and tone,
When first on me they breathed and shonc,
New, as if brought from other spheres,
Yet welcome as if loved for years:

Then fly with me,

thou hast known No other flame, nor falsely thrown A gem away, that thou hadst sworn Should ever in thy heart be worn.

Come, if the love thou hast for me
Is pure and fresh as mine for thee, -
Fresh as the fountain under ground
When first 't is by the lapwing found.'

But if for me thou dost forsake Some other maid, and rudely break Her worshipp'd image from its base, To give to me the ruin'd place;

Fadladeen, at the conclusion of this light rhapsody, took occasion to sum up his opinion of the young Cashmerian's poetry, -of which, he trusted, they had that evening heard the last. Having recapitulated the cpithets, « frivolous, - in harmonious » sical,, he proceeded to say that, viewing it in the most favourable light, it resembled one of those Maldivian boats, to which the Princess had alluded in the relation of her dream, - a slight, gilded thing, sent adrift without rudder or ballast, and with nothing but vapid sweets and faded flowers on board. The profusion, indeed, of flowers and birds, which this poct had ready on all occasions-not to mention dews, gems, etc.was a most oppressive kind of opulence to his hearers; and bad the unlucky effect of giving to his style all the glitter of the flower-garden without its method, and all the tlutter of the aviary without its song. In addition to this, he chose his subjects badly, and was always most inspired by the worst parts of them.

The charms of paganism, the merits of rebellion, - these were the themes honoured with his particular enthusiasm; and in the poem just recited, one of his most palatable passages was in praise of that beverage of the Unfaithful, wine; - being, perhaps," said he, relaxing into a smile, as conscious of his own character in the Haram op this point, « one of those bards whose fancy owes all its illumination to the grape, like that painted porcelain, (131) so curious and so rare, whose images are only visible when liquor is poured into it. Upon the whole, it was his opinion, from the specimens which they had heard, and which, he begged to say, were the most tiresome part of the journey, that — whatever other merits this well-dressed young gentleman might possess--poetry was by no means his proper avocation; - and indeed, - concluded the critic, « from his fondness for flowers and for birds, I would venture to suggest that a florist or a bird-catcher is a much more suitable calling for him than a poct.

They had now begun to ascend those barren mountains which separate Cashmere from the rest of India ; and, as the heats were intolerable, and the time of their encampments limited to the few hours necessary for refresh

Then, fare thec well— I'd rather make
My bower upon some icy lake
When thawing suns begin to shine,
Than trust to love so false as thine!

There was a pathos in this lay,

That even without enchantment's art, Would instantly have found its way Deep into Selim's burning heart; But breathing, as it did, a tone To earthly lutes and lips unknown, With every chord fresh from the touch Of music's spirit,-'t was too much! Starting, he dash'd


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cup, Which, all the time of this sweet air, His hand had held, untasted, up,

'The Hadhud, or Lapwing, is supposed to bave the power of discovering water ander ground,

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ment and repose, there was an end to all their delightful that the king of Bucharia would make the most exem-
evenings, and Lalla Rookh saw no more of Feramorz.plary husband imaginable. Nor, indeed, could Lalla
She now felt that her short dream of happiness was Rookh herself help feeling the kindness and splendour
over, and that she had nothing but the recollection of with which the young bridegroom welcomed her;-
ils few blissful hours, like the one draught of sweet but she also felt how painful is the gratitude which
water that serves the camel across the wilderness, to be kindness from those we cannot love excites; and that
her heart's refreshment during the dreary waste of life their best blandishments come over the heart with all
that was before her. The blight that had fallen upon that chilling and deadly sweetness, which we can fancy
her spirits soon found its way to her cheek, and her in the cold odoriferous wind (137) that is to blow over
ladies saw with regret-though not without some sus- this earth in the last days.
picion of the cause—that the beauty of their mistress, The marriage was fixed for the morning after her
of which they were almost as proud as of their own, arrival, when she was, for the first time, to be presented
was fast vanishing away at the very moment of all to the monarch in that Imperial Palace beyond the
when she had most need of it. What must the King lake, called the Shalimar. Though a night of more
of Bucharia feel, when, instead of the lively and beau-wakeful and anxious thought had never been passed in
tiful Lalla Rookh, whom the poets of Delhi had de- the Happy Valley before, yet when she rose in the
scribed as more perfect than the divinest images in the morning and her ladies came round her, to assist in
House of Azor, (132) he should receive a pale and ina- the adjustment of the bridal ornaments, they thought
nimate victim, upon whose check neither health nor they had never seen her look half so beautiful. What
pleasure bloomed, and from whose eyes Love had fled, she had lost of the bloom and radiancy of her charms
- to hide himself in her heart!

was more than made up by that intellectual expression,
If any thing could have charmed away she melan- that soul in the eyes which is worth all the rest of
choly of her spirits, it would have been the fresh airs loveliness. When they had tinged her fingers with the
and enchanting scenery of that Valley, which the Per- Henna leaf, and placed upon her brow a small coronet
sians so justly called the Unequalled.i' But neither the of jewels, of the shape worn by the ancient Queens of
coolness of its atmosphere, so luxurious after toiling | Bucharia, they flung over her head the rose-coloured
up those bare and burning mountains-neither the bridal veil, and she proceeded to the barge that was to
splendour of the minarets and pagodas, that shone out convey ber across the lake ; – first kissing, with a
from the depth of its woods, nor the grottos, hermi- mournful look, the little amulet of cornelian which her
tages, and miraculous fountains, (133) which make every father had hung about her neck at parting.
spot of that region holy ground;-neither the count- The morning was as fair as the maid upon whose
less water-falls, that rush into the Valley from all those nuptials it rose, and the shining lake, all covered with
high and romantic mountains that encircle it, nor the boats, the minstrels playing upon the shores of the
fair city on the Lake, whose houses, roofed with flow-islands, and the crowded summer-houses on the green
ers,(134) appeared at a distance like one vast and variegat- hills around, with shawls and banners waving from

parterre : -not all these wonders and glories of the their roofs, presented such a picture of animated remost lovely country under the sun could stcal her heart joicing, as only she who was the object of it all, did for a minute from those sad thoughts, which but not feel with transport. To Lalla Rooklı alone it was darkened and grew bitterer every step she advanced. a melancholy pageant; nor could she have even borne

The gay pomps and processions that met her upon to look upon the scene, were it not for a hope that, her entrance into the Valley, and the magnificence with among the crowds around, she might once more perwhich the roads all along were decorated, did honour haps catch a glimpse of Feramorz. So much was her to the taste and gallantry of the young King. It was imagination haunted by this thought, that there was night when they approached the city, and, for the last scarcely an islet or boat she passed, at which her heart two miles, they had passed under arches, thrown from did not flutter with a momentary fancy that he was hedge to hedge, festooned with only those rarest roses there. Happy, in her eyes, the bumblest slave upon from which the Attar Gul, more precious than gold, whom the light of his dear looks fell! - In the barge imis distilled, and illuminated in rich and fanciful forms mediately after the Princess was Fadladeen, with his with lanterns of the triple-coloured tortoise-shell of siiken curtains thrown widely apart, that all might Pegu. (135) Sometimes, from a dark wood by the side have the benefit of his august presence, and with his of the road, a display of fire-works would break out, so head full of the speech he was to deliver to the King, sudden and so brilliant, that a Bramin might think be - concerning Feramorz, and literature, and the Chabuk, saw that grove, in whose purple shade the God of as connected therewith., Battles was born, bursting into a flame at the moment Thoy had now entered the canal which leads from of his birth.-While, at other times, a quick and playful the lake to the splendid domes and saloons of the Shairradiation continued to brighten all the fields and limar, and glided on through gardens ascending from gardens by which they passed, forming a line of each bank, full of flowering shrubs that made the air dancing lights along the horizon; like the meteors of all perfume; while from the middle of the canal rose the north as they are seen by those hunters, (136) who jets of water, smooth and unbroken, to such a dazzling pursue the white and blue foxes on the confines of the height, that they stood like pillars of diamond in the Icy Sea.

sunsbine. After sailing under the arches of various These arches and fire-works delighted the ladics of saloons, they at length arrived at the last and most the princess exceedingly, and, with their usual good magnificent, where the monarch awaited the coming logic, they deduced from his taste for illuminations, of his bride; and such was the agitation of her heart

and frame, that it was with difficulty she walked up
the marble steps, which were covered with cloth of


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I Kachmire be Xazeer.- FORSTER.

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