That breathless, agoniz'd suspense, From whose hot throb, whose deadly aching The heart hath no relief but breaking! Calm is the wave-heav'n's brilliant lights And the fresh, buoyant sense of Being And ask, and wondering guess what meas The battle cry at this dead hour~ Ah! she could tell you-she, who lean Unheeded there, pale, sunk, aghast, With brow against the dew cold mastToo well she knows-her more than life, Her soul's first idol and its last, Lies bleeding in that murderous strife. But see what moves upon the height? Fixt their last failing life-beam there. Its melancholy radiance sent; "Tis he!"-the shuddering maid exclaims,- One wild, heart-broken shriek she gave- Farewell-farewell to thee, ARAEY's daughter! Oh! fair as the sea-flower close to the growing, How light was thy heart 'till love's witchery came, Like the wind of the south* o'er a 'summer lute blowing, And hush'd all its music and wither'd its frame ! But long, upon ARABY'S green sunny highlands, Shall maids and their lovers remember the doom Of her, who lies sleeping among the Pearl Islands, With nought but the sea start to light up her tomb. And still, when the merry date-season is burning, And calls to the palm-groves the young and the old,‡ The happiest there, from ther pastime returning, At sunset, will weep when thy story is told. The young village maid, when with flowers she dresses Her dark flowing hair for some festival day, Will think of thy fate till, neglecting her tresses, She mournfully turns from the mirror away. This wind [the Samoor] so softens the strings of lutes, that they can never be tuned while it lasts."--Stephen's Persia. "One of the greatest curiosities found in the Persian Gulf is a fish which the English call Star-fish. It is circular, and at night very luminous, resembling the full moon surrounded by rays."-Mirza Abu Taleb. For a description of the merriment of the date-time, of their work, their dances, and their return home from the palmgroves at the end of autumn with the fruits, v. Kempfer, Amanitat, Exot. Nor shall IRAN, belov'd of her Hero! forget thee, Though tyrants watch over her tears as they start, Close, close by the side of that Hero she'll set thee, Embalm'd in the innermost shrine of her heart. Farewell-be it ours to embellish thy pillow With every thing beauteous that grows in the deep; Each flower of the rock and each gem of the billow Shall sweeten thy bed and illumine thy sleep. Around thee shall glisten the loveliest amber That ever the sorrowing sea-bird has wept ;* With many a shell, in whose hollow-wreath'd chamber, We, Peris of Ocean, by moonlight have slept. We'll dive where the gardens of coral lie darkling, And plant all the rosiest stems at thy head; We'll seek where the sands of the Caspian* are sparkling, And gather their gold to strew over thy bed. Farewell-farewell-until Pity' sweet fountain Is lost in the hearts of the fair and the brave, They' I weep for the Chieftain who died on that mountain, They'll weep for the Maiden who sleeps in this wave. Some naturalists have imagined that amber is a concretion of the tears of birds.-Trevoux, Chambers. 16 The bay of Kieselarke, which is otherwise called the Golden Bay, the sand where of shines as fire.' -Struy. THE singular placidity with which FADLADEEN had listened, during the latter part of this obnoxious story, surprised the Princess and FERAMORZ exceedingly; and even inclined towards him the hearts of these unsuspicious young persons, who little knew the source of a complacency so marvellous. The truth was, he had been organizing, for the last few days, a most notable plan of persecution against the poet, in consequence of some passages that had fallen from him on the second evening of recital, which appeared to this worthy Chamberlain to contain language and principles, for which nothing short of the summary criticism of the Chabuk* would be advisable. It was his intention, therefore, immediately on their arrival at Cashmere, to give information to the king of Bucharia of the very dangerous sentiments of his minstrel; and if, unfortunately, that monarch did not act with suitable vigour on the occasion, (that is, if he did not give the Chabuk to FERAMORZ, and a place to FADLADEEN,) there would be an end, he feared, of all legitimate government in Bucharia. He could not help, however, auguring better both for himself and the cause of potentates in general; and it was the pleasure arising from these mingled anticipations that diffused such unusual satisfaction through his features, and made his eyes shine out like poppies of the desert, over the wide and lifeless wilderness of that countenance, The application of whips or rods."-Dubois: |