What soften'd remembrances come o'er the heart us by our enraged chief; and all his relations, and In gazing on those we've been lost to so long!

the maid he loved, attended the minstrel into the The sorrows, the joys, of which once they were part, Still round them, like visions of yesterday, throng.

wide world. For three years there were no tidAs letters some hand hath invisibly traced,

ings of Dermid; and the song and the dance were When held to the flame will steal out to the sight, silent; when one of our little boys came running So many a feeling that long seemd effaced,

in, and told us that he saw our minstrel apThe warmth of a meeting like this brings to light.

proaching at a distance. Instantly the whole « Rich and Rare," taken music, words, and all, village was in commotion; the youths and maidis worth an epic poem to the Irish nation,-sim- ens assembled on the green, and agreed to celeple, tender, elegant, sublime, it is the very essence brate the arrival of their poet with a dance: they of poetry and music ;- there is not one simile or fixed upon the air he was to play for them ; it conces, nor one idle crotchet to be met with was the merriest of his collection; the ring was throughout.

formed; all looked eagerly to the quarter from The musical as well as the poetical taste of the which he was to arrive, determined to greet their author is evident in every line, nor is one allowed favourite bard with a cheer. But they were to shine at the expense of the other. Moore has checked the instant he appeared; he came slowly, composed some beautiful airs, but seems shy of and languidly, and loiteringly along; his counexercising this faculty, dreading, perhaps, that tenance had a cold, dim, and careless aspect, success in that pursuit would detract from his very different from that expressive cheerfulness poetical fame. The union of these talents is which marked his features, even in his more merare, and some have affirmed that they even iancholy moments; his harp was swinging heaexclude one another. When Gretry visited vily upon his arm; it seemed a burthen to him; Voltaire at Ferney, the philosopher paid him a it was much shattered, and some of the strings compliment at the expense of his profession : were broken. He looked at us for a few moments, « Vous êtes musicien,” said Voltaire, « et vous then, relapsing into vacancy, advanced without avez de l'esprit : cela est trop rare pour que je quickening his pace, to his accustomed stone, ne prenne pas à vous le plus vif intérêt. » Nature and sate down in silence. After a pause, we vencertainly may be supposed not over-ivclined to tured to ask him for his friends;—he first looked be prodigal in bestowing on the same object the up sharp in our faces, next down upon his harp; several gifts that are peculiarly hers; but, as far then struck a few notes of a wild and desponding as the assertion rests on experience, it is power- melody, which we had never heard before; but fully contradicted by the names of Moore and his hand dropped, and he did not finish it.-Rousseau.

Again we paused :—then knowing well that, if The late Mr Charles Wolfe, having both a lite. we could give the smallest mirthful impulse to rary and a musical turn, occasionally employed his feelings, his whole soul would soon follow, himself in adapting words to national melodies, we asked him for the merry air we had chosen. and in writing characteristic introductions to po- We were surprised at the readiness with which pular songs. Being fond of « The Last Rose of he seemed to comply; but it was the same wild Summer» (Irish Mel. No V), he composed the fol- and heart-breaking strain he had commenced. lowing tale for its illustration :

In fact, we found that the soul of the minstrel This is the grave of Dermid:– He was the best had become an entire void, except one solitary minstrel among us all, -- a youth of romantic ge- ray that vibrated sluggishly through its very nius, and of the most tremulous, and yet the most darkest part; it was like the sea in a dark calm, impetuous feeling. He knew all our old nation which you only know to be in motion by the al airs, of every character and description : ac- panting which you hear. He had totally forcording as his song was in a lofty or a mournful gotten every trace of his former strains, not only strain, the village represented a camp or funeral; those that were more gay and airy, but even but if Dermid were in his merry mood, the lads those of a more pensive cast; and he had gotten and lasses hurried into a dance, with a giddy and in their stead that one dreary simple melody; irresistible gaiety. One day our chieftain com- it was about a Lonely Rose, that had outlived all mitted a cruel and wanton outrage against one its companions; this he continued singing and of our peaceful villagers. Dermid's harp was in playing from day to day, until he spread an unhis hand when he heard it:-with all the thought- usual gloom over the whole village : he seemed lessness and independent sensibility of a poet's to perceive it, for he retired to the church-yard, indignation, he struck the chords that never and continued repairing thither to sing it to the spoke without response, and the detestation be- day of his death. The afflicted constantly recame universal. He was driven from amongst sorted there to hear it, and he died singing it to a maid who had lost her lover. The orphans | able rival. We are not going to speak of any prehave learnt it, and still chaunt it over Dermid's ference we may have, but we beg leave to make a grave.”

distinction. The poetry of Moore is essentially that « The Fudge Family in Paris» is a most humo- of fancy, the poetry of Byron that of passion. If rous work, written partly in the style of « The there is passion in the effusions of the one, the Twopenny-Post Bag.» These poetical epistles re- fancy by which it is expressed predominates over niind many persons of the Bath Guide, but a com- it; if fancy is called to the aid of the other, it is parison can hardly be supported; the plan of Mr still subservient to the passion. Lord Byron's jests Moore's work being less extensive, and the sub-are downright earnest; Mr Moore, when he is ject more ephemeral. We pity the man, however, most serious, seems half in jest. The latter dallies who has not felt pleased with this book; even and trifles with his subject, caresses and grows those who disapprove the author's politics, and enamoured of it; the former grasped it eagerly to his treating Royalty with so little reverence, must his bosom, breathed death upon it, and turned be bigoted and loyal to an excess if they deny from it with loathing or dismay. The fine aroma his wit and humour.

that is exhaled from the flowers of poesy, every Mr Moore, in his preface to the « Loves of the where leuds its perfume to the verse of the bard Angels,» states, that he had somewhat hastened of Erin. The noble bard (less fortunate in his his publication, to avoid the disadvantage of muse) tried to extract poison from them. If having his work appear after his friend Lord By- Lord Byron cast his own views or feelings upon ron's « Heaven and Earth;» or, as he ingeniously outward objects (jaundicing the sun), Mr Moore expresses it, «by an earlier appearance in the seems to exist in the delights, the virgiu fancies of literary horizon, to give myself the chance of what nature. He is free of the Rosicrucian society; and astronomers call a heliacal rising, before the lu- in etherial existence among troops of sylphs and minary in whose light I was to be lost, should spirits,- in a perpetual vision of wings, flowers, appear." This was an amiable, but by no means rainbows, smiles, blushes, tears, and kisses. Every a reasonable modesty. The light that plays round page of his works is a vignette, every line that he Mr Moore's verses, tender, exquisite, and brilliant, writes glows or sparkles, and it would seem (to was in no danger of being extinguished even in quote again the expressive words of Sheridan) the sullen glare of Lord Byron's genins. One a as if his airy spirit, drawn from the sun, contimight as well expect an aurora borealis to be put nually fluttered with fond aspirations, to regain out by an eruption of Mount Vesuvius. Though that native source of light and heat., The worst both bright stars in the firmament of modern is, our author's mind is too vivid, too active, to sufpoetry, they were as distant and unlike as Saturn fer a moment's repose. We are cloyed with sweetand Mercury; and though their rising might be ness, and dazzled with splendour. Every image at the same time, they never moved in the same must blush celestial rosy red, love's proper hueorb, nor met or jostled in the wide trackless way every syllable must breathe a sigh. A sentiment of fancy and invention.

is lost in a simile-- the simile is overloaded with Notwithstanding that these two poets in some an epithet. It is « like morn risen on mid-noon.» measure divided the public between them, yet No eventful story, no powerful contrast, no moral, it was not the same public whose favour they none of the sordid details of human life—all is severally enjoyed in the highest degree. Though etherial); none of its sharp calamities, or, if they both read and admired in the same extended circle inevitably occur, his muse throws a soft, glitterof taste and fashion, each was the favourite of a ing, veil over them, totally different set of readers. Thus a lover may

Like moonlight on a troubled sea, pay the same attention to two different women ;

Brightening the storm it cannot calm. but he only means to flirt with the one, while the other is the mistress of his heart. The gay, the We do not believe that Mr Moore ever writes a fair, the witty, the happy, idolize Mr Moore's de- line that in itself would not pass for poetry, that lightful muse, on her pedestal of airy smiles or is not at least a vivid or harmonious common transient tears. Lord Byron's severer verse is place. Lord Byron wrote whole pages of sullen, enshrined in the breasts of those whose gaiety crabbed prose, that, like a long dreary road, howhas been turned to gall, whose fair exterior has a ever, leads to doleful shades or palaces of the canker within-whose mirth has received a re- blest. In short Mr Moore's Parnassus is a bloombuke as if it were folly, from whom happiness has ing Eden, and Lord Byron's a rugged wilderness fled like a dream! By, comparing the odds upon of shame and sorrow. On the tree of knowledge the known chances of human life, it is no wonder of the first you can see nothing but perpetual that the admirers of his lordship's works should flowers and verdure ; in the last you see the naked be more numerous than those of his more agree- stem and rough bark; but it heaves at intervals

with inarticulate throes, and you hear the shrieks | echo-We have uo human figure before us, no of a human voice within.

palpable reality answering to any substantive Critically speaking, Mr Moore's poetry is charge- form or nature. Hence we think it may be exable with two peculiarities : first, the pleasure or plained why it is that our author has so little interest he conveys to us is almost always derived picturesque effect—with such vividness of confrom the first impressions or physical properties ception, such insatiable ambition after ornament, of objects, not from their connexion with passion and such an inexhaustible and delightful play of or circumstances. His lights dazzle the eye, his fancy. Mr Moore is a colourist in poetry, a muperfumes soothe the smell, his sounds ravish the sician also, and has a heart full of tenderness and ear; but then they do so for and from themselves, susceptibility for all that is delightlul and amiaand at all times and places equally—for the heart ble in itself, and that does not require the ordeal has little to do with it. Hence we observe a of suffering, of crime, or of deep thought, to stamp kind of fastidious extravagance in Mr Moore's it with a bold character. In this we conceive serious poetry. Each thing must be fine, soft, consists the charm of bis poetry, which all the exquisite in itself, for it is never set off by reflec- world feels, but which it is difficult to explain tion or contrast. It glitters to the sense through scientifically, and in conformity to transcendant the atmosphere of indifference. Our indolent rules. It has the charm of the softest and most luxurious bard does not whet the appetite by set- brilliant execution; there is no wrinkle, no deforting us to hunt after the game of human passion, mity on its smooth and shining surface. It has and is therefore obliged 10 hamper us with dain the charm which arises from the continual deties, seasoned with rich fancy and the sauce pi-sire to please, and from the spontaneous sense quante of poetic diction. Poetry, in his hands, of pleasure in the author's mind. Without bebecoines a kind of cosmetic art-it is the poetry of ing gross in the smallest degree, it is voluptuous the toilet. His muse must be as fine as the Lady of | in the highest. It is a sort of sylph-like spirituLoretto. Now, this principle of composition leads i alized sensuality. So far from being licentious in not only to a defect of dramatic interest, but also his Lalla Rookh, Mr Moore has become moral of imagination. For every thing in this world, the and sentimental (indeed he was always the last), meanest incident or object, may receive a light and and tantalizes his young and fair readers with an importance from its association with other ob- the glittering shadows and mystic adumbrajects, and with the heart of man; and the variety tions of evanescent delights. He, in fine, in his thus created is endless as it is striking and profound. courtship of the Muses, resembles those lovers But if we begin and end in those objects that are who always say the softest things on all occasions; beautiful or dazzling in themselves and at the first who smile with irresistible good humour at their blush, we shall soon be confined to a human re- own success; who banish pain and truth from ward of self-pleasing topics, and be both superficial their thoughts, and who impart the delight they and wearisome. It is the fault of Mr Wordsworth's feel in themselves unconsciously to others ! Mr poetry that he has perversely relied too much (or Moore's poetry is the thornless rose-its touch is wholly) on this reaction of the imagination on sub- velvet, its hue vermilion, and its graceful form is jects that are petty and repulsive in themselves, cast in beauty's mould. Lord Byron's, on the and of Mr Moore's, that he appeals too exclusively contrary, is a prickly bramble, or sometimes to the flattering support of sense and fancy. “Se- a deadly upas, of form uncouth and uninviting, condly, we have remarked that Mr Moore hardly that has its root in the clefts of the rock, and its ever describes entire objects, but abstractqu ali- head mocking the skies, that wars with the thunties of objects. It is not a picture that he gives der-cloud and tempest, and round which the loud us, but an inventing of beauty. He takes a blush cataracts roar. or a smile, and runs on whole stanzas in ecsta

We here conclude our sketch of tic praise of it, and then diverges to the sound of a voice, and « discourses eloquent music » on

Anacreon Moore,

To whom the Lyre and Laurels have been givea, the subject; but it might as well be the light of With all the trophies of triumphant songheaven that he is describing, or the voice of| He won them well, and may he wear them long!





Lalla Bookh;



This Porm is Dedicated


May 19, 1817.


through the streets groups of beautiful children went strewing the most delicious flowers around, as in that Persian festival called the Scattering of the Roses;" till

every part of the city was as fragrant as if a caravan of In the eleventh year of the reign of Aurungzebe, Abdalla, musk from Khoten had passed through it. The Princess, king of the Lesser Bucharia, a lineal descendant from having taken leave of her kind father, who at parting the Great Zingis, having abdicated the throne in favour hung a cornelian of Yemen round her neck, on which of his son, set out on a pilgrimage to the shrine of the was inscribed a verse from the Koran,--and having sent Prophet;(1) and, passing into India through the delight a considerable present to the Fakirs, who kept up the ful valley of Cashmere, rested for a short time at Delhi Perpetual Lamp in her sister's tomb, meekly ascended on his way. He was entertained by Aurungzebe in a style the palankeen prepared for her; and, while Aurungzebe of magnificent hospitality, worthy alike of the visitor stood to take a last look from his balcony, the procession and the host, and was afterwards escorted with the same moved slowly on the road to Lahore. splendour to Surat, where he embarked for Arabia. Seldom had the Eastern world seen a cavalcade so During the stay of the royal pilgrim at Delhi, a marriage superb. From the gardens in the suburbs to the impewas agreed upon between the prince, his son, and the rial palace, it was one unbroken line of splendour. The youngest daughter of the emperor, Lalla Rookh ; 1-a gallant appearance of the Rajas and Mogul lords, disprincess described by the poets of her time, as more tinguished by those insignia of the emperor's favour, (5) beautiful than Leila, (2) Shirine, (3) Dewilde, (4) or any the feathers of the egret of Cashmere in their turbans, of those heroines whose names and loves embellish the and the small silver-rimmed kettle-drums at the bows of songs of Persia and Hindostan. It was intended that the their saddles;—the costly armour of their cavaliers, who nuptials should be celebrated at Cashmere; where the vied, on this occasion, with the guards of the great Keyoung king, as soon as the cares of empire would per- der Khan, (6) in the brightness of their silver battle-axes, mit, was to meet, for the first time, his lovely bride, and the massiness of their maces of gold;—the glittering and, after a few months' repose in that enchanting of the gilt pinc-apples (7) on the tops of the palankeens;valley, conduct her over the snowy

hills into Bucharia. the embroidered trappings of the elephants, bearing on The day of Lalla Rookh's departure from Delhi was as their backs small turrets, in the shape of little antique splendid as sunshine and pageantry could make it. The temples, within which the ladies of Lalla Rookh lay, as bazaars and baths were all covered with the richest it were, enshrined ;--the rose-coloured veils of the Printapestry; hundreds of gilded barges upon the Juinna cess's own sumptuous litter, (8) at the front of which a fair floated with their banners shining in the water, while young female slave sat fanning her (9) through the cur

Tulip Cheek.

+ Gal Rea. ee.

tains, with feathers of the Argus pheasant's wing; reciting the stories of the East, on whom his royal master and the lovely troop of the Tartarian and Cashmerian had conferred the privilege of being admitted to the maids of honour, whom the young king had sent to pavilion of the Princess, that he might help to beguile accompany his bride, and who rode on each side of the the tediousness of the journey by some of his most litter, upon small Arabian horses ;-all was brilliant, agreeable recitals. At the mention of a poet, Fadladeen tasteful, and magnificent, and pleased even the critical elevated his critical eye-brows, and, having refreshed and fastidious Fadladeen, great Nazir or Chamberlain his faculties with a dose of that delicious opium (19) of the Haram, who was borne in bis palankeen imme- which is distilled from the black poppy of the Thebais, diately after the Princess, and considered himself not gave orders for the minstrel to be forthwith introduced the least important personage of the pageant.

into the presence. Fadladeen was a judge of every thing,—from the The Princess, who had once in her life seen a poet penciling of a Circassian's eye-lids to the deepest ques- from behind the screens of gauze in her father's hall, tions of science and literature; from the mixture of a and had conceived from that specimen no very favourconserve of rose-leaves to the composition of an epic able ideas of the caste, expected but little in this new poem : and such influence had his opinion upon the exhibition to interest her;-she felt inclined however various tastes of the day, that all the cooks and poets of to alter her opinion on the very


appearance of Delhi stood in awe of him. His political conduct and Feramorz. He was a youth about Lalla Rookh's own opinions were founded upon that line of Sadi,- age, and graceful as that idol of women, Crishna,' (20)— Should the prince at noon-day say, It is night, declare such as he appears to their young imaginations, heroic, that

you behold the moon and stars." -And his zeal for beautiful, breathing music from his very eyes, and exreligion, of which Aurungzebe was a munificent pro- alting the religion of his worshippers into love. His tector, (10) was about as disinterested as that of the gold dress was simple, yet not without some marks of costsmith who fell in love with the diamond eyes of the liness ; and the ladies of the Princess were not long in idol (11) of Jaghernaut.

discovering that the cloth, which encircled his high During the first days of their journey, Lalla Rookh, Tartarian cap, was of the most delicate kind that the who had passed all her life within the shadow of the shawl-goats of Tibet (21) supply. Here and tbere, too, royal gard&ifs of Delhi, (12. found-eņough in the beauty over his vest, which was confined by a flowered girdle of of the scenerych roigh whicli'thry. Parsed io interest her Kashan, hung strings of fine pearl, disposed with an air mind and delight her imagination; and whep, at even- of studied negligence;- nor did the exquisite embroidery ing or in theolçat philpe' day bey Qirped off from the of his sandals escape the observation of these fair critics; high rozdolo elioscoresired and draminiit places which who, however they might give way to Fadladeen upon had been selected for her encampments,—sometimes the unimportant topics of religion and government, had on the banks of a small rivulet, as clear as the waters of the spirit of martyrs in every thing relating to such mothe Lake of Pearl; (13) sometimes under the sacred shade mentous matters as jewels and embroidery. of a Banyan-tree, from which the view opened upon a For the purpose of relieving the pauses of recitation glade covered with antelopes; and often in those hid- by music, the young Cashmerian held in his land a den, embowered spots, described by one from the Isles kitar;—such as, in old times, the Arab maids of the of the West, (14) as - places of melancholy, delight, and West used to listen to by moonlight in the gardens of safety, where all the company around was wild peacocks the Alhambra--and having premised, with much buand turtle doves ; --slie felt a charm in these scenes, so mility, that the story he was about to relate was founded lovely and so new to her, which, for a time, made her on the adventures of that Veiled Prophet of Khorassan, indifferent to every other amusement. But Lalla Rookh who, in the year of the Hegira 163, created such alarm was young, and the young love variety; nor could the throughout the eastern empire, made an obeisance to conversation of her ladies and the great chamberlain, the Princess, and thus began :Fadladecn (the only persons, of course, admitted to her pavilion), sufficiently enliven those many vacant hours, which were devoted neither to the pillow nor the palan

THE VEILED PROPHET OF kcen. There was a liule Persian slave who sung sweetly

KHORASSAN. ’ (22) to the Vina, and who, now and then, lulled the Princess to sleep with the ancient ditties of her country, about the loves of Wamak and Ezra,(15) the fair-haired Zal and his mistress Rodahver; (16) not forgetting the combat of In that delightful Province of the Sun, Rustam with the terrible White Demon. (17) At other The first of Persian lands he shines upon, times she was amused by those graceful dancing-girls of where, all the loveliest children of his beam, Delhi, who had been permitted by the Bramins of the Flowrets and fruits blush over every stream, (23) Great Pagoda to attend her, much to the horror of the And, fairest of all streams, the Murga roves good Mussulman Fadladcen, who could see nothing Among Merou's 3 bright palaces and groves; -graceful or agreeable in idolators, and to whom the There on that throne, to which the blind belief very tinkling of their golden anklets (18) was an abo- of millions raised him, sat the Prophet-Chief, mination.

The Great Mokanna. O'er his features hung But these and many other diversions were repeated The Veil, the Silver Veil, which he had tlung till they lost all their charm, and the nights and noondays were beginning to move heavily, when, at length, it was recollected that, among the attendants sent by

· The Indian Apollo.

Kborassan signifies, in the old Persian language, Province or Rethe bridegroom, was a young poet of Cashmere, much

gion of the Sun.-Sir W. Jones. celebrated throughout the valley for his manner of One of the royal cities of Kborassan.

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