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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 76794 ***
+
+
+
+
+
+                              LALLA ROOKH:
+
+                          AN ORIENTAL ROMANCE.
+
+
+                            BY THOMAS MOORE.
+
+ WITH SIXTY-NINE ILLUSTRATIONS FROM ORIGINAL DRAWINGS BY JOHN TENNIEL,
+               ENGRAVED ON WOOD BY THE BROTHERS DALZIEL;
+     AND FIVE ORNAMENTAL PAGES OF PERSIAN DESIGN BY T. SULMAN, JUN.
+                    ENGRAVED ON WOOD BY H. N. WOODS.
+
+
+
+
+                                LONDON:
+                  LONGMAN, GREEN, LONGMAN, & ROBERTS.
+                                 1861.
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+                              Richard Clay
+                              Breads Hill
+                                 London
+                           SOLA LUX MIHI LAUS
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+                                   TO
+
+
+                          SAMUEL ROGERS, ESQ.
+
+
+                        THIS VOLUME IS DEDICATED
+
+
+                                   BY
+
+
+                           HIS VERY GRATEFUL
+
+
+                        AND AFFECTIONATE FRIEND
+
+
+                                                           THOMAS MOORE.
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+                         LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.
+
+
+                              LALLA ROOKH.
+
+     ILLUMINATED TITLE-PAGE.
+      [From several ancient MSS. in the Library of the East India
+                                House.]
+
+                                                               PAGE
+     He was a youth about LALLA ROOKH’S own age.                  1
+
+     That Veiled Prophet of Khorassan                             8
+
+
+                    THE VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN.
+
+     ORNAMENTAL TITLE-PAGE                                        9
+       [Principally from a beautiful MS. in the British Museum.]
+
+     There on that throne, to which the blind belief
+     Of millions rais’d him, sat the Prophet-Chief.              11
+
+     All, all are there;—each Land its flower hath given,
+     To form that fair young Nursery for Heaven!                 14
+
+     Believes the form, to which he bends his knee,
+     Some pure, redeeming angel, sent to free.                   17
+
+     She saw that youth, too well, too dearly known,
+     Silently kneeling at the Prophet’s throne.                  21
+
+     All fire at once the madd’ning zeal she caught;—
+     Elect of Paradise! blest, rapturous thought!                25
+
+     She swore, and the wide charnel echoed, “Never, never!”     28
+
+     At length, with fiendish laugh, like that which broke
+     From EBLIS at the Fall of Man, he spoke.                    35
+
+     “Such the refin’d enchantress that must be
+     This hero’s vanquisher,—and thou art she!”                  41
+
+     He raised his veil—the Maid turn’d slowly round,
+     Look’d at him—shriek’d—and sunk upon the ground!            47
+
+     Now, through the Haram chambers, moving lights
+     And busy shapes proclaim the toilet’s rites.                50
+
+     Young AZIM roams bewilder’d,—nor can guess
+     What means this maze of light and loneliness.               53
+
+     He sees a group of female forms advance.                    59
+
+     “Poor maiden!” thought the youth, “if thou wert sent.”      62
+
+     Oh! could he listen to such sounds unmov’d,
+     And by that light—nor dream of her he lov’d?                68
+
+     “Look up, my ZELICA—one moment show
+     Those gentle eyes to me, that I may know.”                  71
+
+     “Oh! curse me not,” she cried, as wild he toss’d
+     His desperate hand tow’rds Heaven.                          75
+
+     “Thy oath! thy oath!”                                       79
+
+     They saw a young Hindoo girl upon the bank                  81
+
+     Whose are the gilded tents that crowd the way?              84
+
+     In vain he yells his desperate curses out.                  90
+
+     For this alone exists—like lightning-fire,
+     To speed one bolt of vengeance, and expire!                 94
+
+     And they beheld an orb, ample and bright,
+     Rise from the Holy Well.                                    98
+
+     And led her glittering forth before the eyes
+     Of his rude train, as to a sacrifice.                      102
+
+     And death and conflagration throughout all
+     The desolate city hold high festival!                      104
+
+     “There, ye wise Saints, behold your Light, your Star—
+     Ye _would_ be dupes and victims, and ye _are_.”            109
+
+     He sprung and sunk, as the last words were said—
+     Quick clos’d the burning waters o’er his head.             113
+
+     “And pray that He may pardon her,—may take
+     Compassion on her soul for thy dear sake.”                 117
+
+     For this the old man breath’d his thanks and died.         119
+
+
+                         PARADISE AND THE PERI.
+
+     ORNAMENTAL TITLE-PAGE                                      127
+               [Architectural details from Baghdad, &c.]
+
+     The glorious Angel, who was keeping
+     The gates of Light, beheld her weeping.                    129
+
+                    ⸺She caught the last—
+     Last glorious drop his heart had shed.                     135
+
+     Like their good angel, calmly keeping
+     Watch o’er them till their souls would waken.              143
+
+     Then swift his haggard brow he turn’d
+     To the fair child, who fearless sat.                       148
+
+     Blest tears of soul-felt penitence!                        151
+
+     And now—behold him kneeling there
+     By the child’s side, in humble prayer.                     152
+
+     “Joy, joy for ever!—my task is done.”                      154
+
+
+                         THE FIRE WORSHIPPERS.
+
+     ORNAMENTAL TITLE-PAGE                                      167
+     [In part from the binding of a “Shah Namah,” in the East India
+                            House Library.]
+
+     And sits alone in that high bower
+     Watching the still and shining deep.                       169
+
+     “Oh! ever thus, from childhood’s hour,
+     I’ve seen my fondest hopes decay.”                         181
+
+     “Here, maiden, look—weep—blush to see
+     All that thy sire abhors in me!”                           185
+
+     Fiercely he broke away, nor stopp’d,
+     Nor look’d—but from the lattice dropp’d.                   189
+
+     The morn hath risen clear and calm,
+     And o’er the Green Sea palely shines.                      192
+
+     ’Tis HAFED—name of fear, whose sound
+     Chills like the muttering of a charm!                      197
+
+     His Chiefs stood round—each shining blade
+     Upon the broken altar laid.                                205
+
+     “This very night his blood shall steep
+     These hands all over ere I sleep!”                         211
+
+     And o’er the wide, tempestuous wave
+     Looks, with a shudder, to those towers.                    216
+
+     And snatch’d her breathless from beneath
+     This wilderment of wreck and death.                        222
+
+     Shuddering, she look’d around—there lay
+     A group of warriors in the sun.                            227
+
+     “Tremble not, love, thy Gheber’s here!”                    233
+
+     Ancient Persian Fire-Altar, &c. &c.                        236
+
+     ’Twas one of those ambrosial eves
+     A day of storm so often leaves.                            238
+
+     Breathless she stands, with eyes cast down.                241
+
+     He felt it—deeply felt—and stood,
+     As if the tale had frozen his blood.                       248
+
+     A signal, deep and dread as those
+     The storm-fiend at his rising blows.                       254
+
+     As mute they pass’d before the flame
+     To light their torches as they pass’d.                     256
+
+     They come—that plunge into the water
+     Gives signal for the work of slaughter.                    263
+
+     “Now, Freedom’s God! I come to Thee.”                      269
+
+     Where still she fix’d her dying gaze,—
+     And, gazing, sunk into the wave.                           274
+
+     “Farewell—farewell to thee, ARABY’S daughter!”             277
+
+
+                        THE LIGHT OF THE HARAM.
+
+     ORNAMENTAL TITLE-PAGE                                      283
+                 [From porcelain and illuminated MSS.]
+
+     Or to see it by moonlight,—when mellowly shines
+     The light o’er its palaces, gardens, and shrines.          285
+
+     He saw, in the wreaths she would playfully snatch
+     From the hedges, a glory his crown could not match.        291
+
+     Such cloud it is that now hangs over
+     The heart of the Imperial Lover.                           295
+
+     He heeds them not—one smile of hers
+     Is worth a world of worshippers.                           297
+
+     Fill’d with the cool, inspiring smell,
+     The Enchantress now begins her spell.                      302
+
+     No sooner was the flowery crown
+     Plac’d on her head, than sleep came down.                  305
+
+     That all stood hush’d and wondering,
+     And turn’d and look’d into the air.                        315
+
+     She whispers him with laughing eyes,
+     “Remember, love, the Feast of Roses!”                      320
+
+     They had now begun to ascend those barren mountains.       321
+
+     The marriage was fixed for the morning after her arrival.  329
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+                                PREFACE.
+
+         (WRITTEN ORIGINALLY FOR “LALLA ROOKH” IN THE COLLECTED
+                       EDITION OF MOORE’S WORKS.)
+
+
+                             --------------
+
+
+The Poem, or Romance, of LALLA ROOKH, having now reached, I understand,
+its twentieth edition, a short account of the origin and progress of a
+work which has been hitherto so very fortunate in its course, may not be
+deemed, perhaps, superfluous or misplaced.
+
+It was about the year 1812, that, far more through the encouraging
+suggestions of friends than from any confident promptings of my own
+ambition, I conceived the design of writing a Poem upon some Oriental
+subject, and of those quarto dimensions which Scott’s successful
+publications in that form had then rendered the regular poetical
+standard. A negotiation on the subject was opened with the Messrs.
+Longman in the same year; but, from some causes which I cannot now
+recollect, led to no decisive result; nor was it till a year or two
+after, that any further steps were taken in the matter,—their house
+being the only one, it is right to add, with which, from first to last,
+I held any communication upon the subject.
+
+On this last occasion, Mr. Perry kindly offered himself as my
+representative in the treaty; and, what with the friendly zeal of my
+negotiator on the one side, and the prompt and liberal spirit with which
+he was met on the other, there has seldom, I think, occurred any
+transaction in which Trade and Poesy have shone out so advantageously in
+each other’s eyes. The short discussion that then took place, between
+the two parties, may be comprised in a very few sentences. “I am of
+opinion,” said Mr. Perry,—enforcing his view of the case by arguments
+which it is not for me to cite,—“that Mr. Moore ought to receive for his
+Poem the largest price that has been given, in our day, for such a
+work.” “That was,” answered the Messrs. Longman, “three thousand
+guineas.” “Exactly so,” replied Mr. Perry, “and no less a sum ought he
+to receive.”
+
+It was then objected, and very reasonably, on the part of the firm, that
+they had never yet seen a single line of the Poem; and that a perusal of
+the work ought to be allowed to them, before they embarked so large a
+sum in the purchase. But, no;—the romantic view which my friend, Perry,
+took of the matter, was, that this price should be given as a tribute to
+reputation already acquired, without any condition for a previous
+perusal of the new work. This high tone, I must confess, not a little
+startled and alarmed me; but, to the honour and glory of Romance,—as
+well on the publisher’s side as the poet’s,—this very generous view of
+the transaction was, without any difficulty, acceded to, and the firm
+agreed, before we separated, that I was to receive three thousand
+guineas for my Poem.
+
+At the time of this agreement, but little of the work, as it stands at
+present, had yet been written. But the ready confidence in my success
+shown by others, made up for the deficiency of that requisite feeling,
+within myself; while a strong desire not wholly to disappoint this
+“auguring hope,” became almost a substitute for inspiration. In the year
+1815, therefore, having made some progress in my task, I wrote to report
+the state of the work to the Messrs. Longman, adding, that I was now
+most willing and ready, should they desire it, to submit the manuscript
+for their consideration. Their answer to this offer was as follows:—“We
+are certainly impatient for the perusal of the Poem; but solely for our
+gratification. Your sentiments are always honourable.”[i]
+
+I continued to pursue my task for another year, being likewise
+occasionally occupied with the Irish Melodies, two or three numbers of
+which made their appearance, during the period employed in writing Lalla
+Rookh. At length, in the year 1816, I found my work sufficiently
+advanced to be placed in the hands of the publishers. But the state of
+distress to which England was reduced, in that dismal year, by the
+exhausting effects of the series of wars she had just then concluded,
+and the general embarrassment of all classes both agricultural and
+commercial, rendered it a juncture the least favourable that could well
+be conceived for the first launch into print of so light and costly a
+venture as Lalla Rookh. Feeling conscious, therefore, that under such
+circumstances, I should act but honestly in putting it in the power of
+the Messrs. Longman to reconsider the terms of their engagement with
+me,—leaving them free to postpone, modify, or even, should such be their
+wish, relinquish it altogether, I wrote them a letter to that effect,
+and received the following answer:—“We shall be most happy in the
+pleasure of seeing you in February. We agree with you, indeed, that the
+times are most inauspicious for ‘poetry and thousands;’ but we believe
+that your poetry would do more than that of any other living poet at the
+present moment.”[ii]
+
+The length of time I employed in writing the few stories strung together
+in Lalla Rookh will appear, to some persons, much more than was
+necessary for the production of such easy and “light o’ love” fictions.
+But, besides that I have been, at all times, a far more slow and
+painstaking workman than would ever be guessed, I fear, from the result,
+I felt that, in this instance, I had taken upon myself a more than
+ordinary responsibility, from the immense stake risked by others on my
+chance of success. For a long time, therefore, after the agreement had
+been concluded, though generally at work with a view to this task, I
+made but very little real progress in it; and I have still by me the
+beginnings of several stories continued, some of them, to the length of
+three or four hundred lines, which, after in vain endeavouring to mould
+them into shape, I threw aside, like the tale of Cambuscan, “left
+half-told.” One of these stories, entitled The Peri’s Daughter, was
+meant to relate the loves of a nymph of this aërial extraction with a
+youth of mortal race, the rightful Prince of Ormuz, who had been, from
+his infancy, brought up in seclusion, on the banks of the river Amou, by
+an aged guardian named Mohassan. The story opens with the first meeting
+of these destined lovers, then in their childhood; the Peri having
+wafted her daughter to this holy retreat, in a bright, enchanted boat,
+whose first appearance is thus described:—
+
+                  *       *       *       *       *
+
+                 For, down the silvery tide afar,
+               There came a boat, as swift and bright
+                 As shines, in heav’n, some pilgrim-star,
+               That leaves its own high home, at night,
+               To shoot to distant shrines of light.
+
+               “It comes, it comes,” young Orian cries,
+               And panting to Mohassan flies.
+               Then, down upon the flowery grass
+               Reclines to see the vision pass;
+               With partly joy and partly fear,
+               To find its wondrous light so near,
+               And hiding oft his dazzled eyes
+               Among the flowers on which he lies.
+
+                  *       *       *       *       *
+
+               Within the boat a baby slept,
+               Like a young pearl within its shell;
+                 While one, who seem’d of riper years,
+                 But not of earth, or earth-like spheres,
+               Her watch beside the slumberer kept;
+               Gracefully waving, in her hand,
+                 The feathers of some holy bird,
+                 With which, from time to time, she stirr’d
+               The fragrant air, and coolly fann’d
+               The baby’s brow, or brush’d away
+                 The butterflies that, bright and blue
+               As on the mountains of Malay,
+                 Around the sleeping infant flew.
+               And now the fairy boat hath stopp’d
+               Beside the bank,—the nymph has dropp’d
+               Her golden anchor in the stream;
+
+                  *       *       *       *       *
+
+A song is sung by the Peri in approaching, of which the following forms
+a part:—
+
+           My child she is but half divine,
+           Her father sleeps in the Caspian water;
+                   Sea-weeds twine
+                   His funeral shrine,
+           But he lives again in the Peri’s daughter.
+           Fain would I fly from mortal sight
+             To my own sweet bowers of Peristan;
+           But, there, the flowers are all too bright
+             For the eyes of a baby born of man.
+           On flowers of earth her feet must tread;
+             So hither my light-wing’d bark hath brought her;
+                   Stranger, spread
+                   Thy leafiest bed,
+             To rest the wandering Peri’s daughter.
+
+In another of these inchoate fragments, a proud female saint, named
+Banou, plays a principal part; and her progress through the streets of
+Cufa, on the night of a great illuminated festival, I find thus
+described:—
+
+               It was a scene of mirth that drew
+               A smile from ev’n the Saint Banou,
+               As, through the hush’d, admiring throng,
+               She went with stately steps along,
+               And counted o’er, that all might see,
+               The rubies of her rosary.
+               But none might see the worldly smile
+               That lurk’d beneath her veil, the while:—
+               Alla forbid! for, who would wait
+               Her blessing at the temple’s gate,—
+               What holy man would ever run
+               To kiss the ground she knelt upon,
+               If once, by luckless chance, he knew
+               She look’d and smil’d as others do.
+               Her hands were join’d, and from each wrist
+               By threads of pearl and golden twist
+               Hung relics of the saints of yore,
+               And scraps of talismanic lore,—
+               Charms for the old, the sick, the frail,
+               Some made for use, and all for sale.
+               On either side, the crowd withdrew,
+               To let the Saint pass proudly through;
+               While turban’d heads of every hue,
+               Green, white, and crimson, bow’d around,
+               And gay tiaras touch’d the ground,—
+               As tulip-bells, when o’er their beds
+               The musk-wind passes, bend their heads.
+               Nay, some there were, among the crowd
+               Of Moslem heads that round her bow’d,
+               So fill’d with zeal, by many a draught
+               Of Shiraz wine profanely quaff’d,
+               That, sinking low in reverence then,
+               They never rose till morn again.
+
+There are yet two more of these unfinished sketches, one of which
+extends to a much greater length than I was aware of; and, as far as I
+can judge from a hasty renewal of my acquaintance with it, is not
+incapable of being yet turned to account.
+
+In only one of these unfinished sketches, the tale of The Peri’s
+Daughter, had I yet ventured to invoke that most home-felt of all my
+inspirations, which has lent to the story of The Fire-worshippers its
+main attraction and interest. That it was my intention, in the concealed
+Prince of Ormuz, to shadow out some impersonation of this feeling, I
+take for granted from the prophetic words supposed to be addressed to
+him by his aged guardian:—
+
+                   Bright child of destiny! even now
+                   I read the promise on that brow,
+                   That tyrants shall no more defile
+                   The glories of the Green Sea Isle,
+                   But Ormuz shall again be free,
+                   And hail her native Lord in thee!
+
+In none of the other fragments do I find any trace of this sort of
+feeling, either in the subject or the personages of the intended story;
+and this was the reason, doubtless, though hardly known, at the time, to
+myself, that, finding my subjects so slow in kindling my own sympathies,
+I began to despair of their ever touching the hearts of others; and felt
+often inclined to say,
+
+                   “Oh no, I have no voice or hand
+                   For such a song, in such a land.”
+
+Had this series of disheartening experiments been carried on much
+further, I must have thrown aside the work in despair. But, at last,
+fortunately, as it proved, the thought occurred to me of founding a
+story on the fierce struggle so long maintained between the
+Ghebers,[iii] or ancient Fire-worshippers of Persia, and their haughty
+Moslem masters. From that moment, a new and deep interest in my whole
+task took possession of me. The cause of tolerance was again my
+inspiring theme; and the spirit that had spoken in the melodies of
+Ireland soon found itself at home in the East.
+
+Having thus laid open the secrets of the workshop to account for the
+time expended in _writing_ this work, I must also, in justice to my own
+industry, notice the pains I took in long and laboriously _reading_ for
+it. To form a store-house, as it were, of illustration purely Oriental,
+and so familiarise myself with its various treasures, that, as quick as
+Fancy required the aid of fact, in her spiritings, the memory was ready,
+like another Ariel, at her “strong bidding,” to furnish materials for
+the spellwork,—such was, for a long while, the sole object of my
+studies; and whatever time and trouble this preparatory process may have
+cost me, the effects resulting from it, as far as the humble merit of
+truthfulness is concerned, have been such as to repay me more than
+sufficiently for my pains. I have not forgotten how great was my
+pleasure, when told by the late Sir James Mackintosh, that he was once
+asked by Colonel W⸺s, the historian of British India, “whether it was
+true that Moore had never been in the East?” “Never,” answered
+Mackintosh. “Well, that shows me,” replied Colonel W⸺s, “that reading
+over D’Herbelot is as good as riding on the back of a camel.”
+
+I need hardly subjoin to this lively speech, that although D’Herbelot’s
+valuable work was, of course, one of my manuals, I took the whole range
+of all such Oriental reading as was accessible to me; and became, for
+the time, indeed, far more conversant with all relating to that distant
+region, than I have ever been with the scenery, productions, or modes of
+life of any of those countries lying most within my reach. We know that
+D’Anville, though never in his life out of Paris, was able to correct a
+number of errors in a plan of the Troad taken by De Choiseul, on the
+spot; and, for my own very different, as well as far inferior, purposes,
+the knowledge I had thus acquired of distant localities, seen only by me
+in my day-dreams, was no less ready and useful.
+
+An ample reward for all this painstaking has been found in such welcome
+tributes as I have just now cited; nor can I deny myself the
+gratification of citing a few more of the same description. From another
+distinguished authority on Eastern subjects, the late Sir John Malcolm,
+I had myself the pleasure of hearing a similar opinion publicly
+expressed;—that eminent person in a speech spoken by him at a Literary
+Fund Dinner, having remarked, that together with those qualities of a
+poet which he much too partially assigned to me was combined also “the
+truth of the historian.”
+
+Sir William Ouseley, another high authority, in giving his testimony to
+the same effect, thus notices an exception to the general accuracy for
+which he gives me credit:—“Dazzled by the beauties of this
+composition,[iv] few readers can perceive, and none surely can regret,
+that the poet, in his magnificent catastrophe, has forgotten, or boldly
+and most happily violated, the precept of Zoroaster, above noticed,
+which held it impious to consume any portion of a human body by fire,
+especially by that which glowed upon their altars.” Having long lost, I
+fear, most of my Eastern learning, I can only cite, in defence of my
+catastrophe, an old Oriental tradition, which relates, that Nimrod, when
+Abraham refused, at his command, to worship the fire, ordered him to be
+thrown into the midst of the flames.[v] A precedent so ancient for this
+sort of use of the worshipped element, would appear, for all purposes at
+least of poetry, fully sufficient.
+
+In addition to these agreeable testimonies, I have also heard, and, need
+hardly add, with some pride and pleasure, that parts of this work have
+been rendered into Persian, and have found their way to Ispahan. To this
+fact, as I am willing to think it, allusion is made in some lively
+verses, written many years since, by my friend, Mr. Luttrell:—
+
+               “I’m told, dear Moore, your lays are sung,
+                 (Can it be true, you lucky man?)
+               By moonlight, in the Persian tongue,
+                 Along the streets of Ispahan.”
+
+That some knowledge of the work may have really reached that region,
+appears not improbable from a passage in the Travels of Mr. Frazer, who
+says, that “being delayed for some time at a town on the shores of the
+Caspian, he was lucky enough to be able to amuse himself with a copy of
+Lalla Rookh, which a Persian had lent him.”
+
+Of the description of Balbec, in “Paradise and the Peri,” Mr. Carne, in
+his Letters from the East, thus speaks: “The description in Lalla Rookh
+of the plain and its ruins is exquisitely faithful. The minaret is on
+the declivity near at hand, and there wanted only the muezzin’s cry to
+break the silence.”
+
+I shall now tax my reader’s patience with but one more of these generous
+vouchers. Whatever of vanity there may be in citing such tributes, they
+show, at least, of what great value, even in poetry, is that prosaic
+quality, industry; since, as the reader of the foregoing pages is now
+fully apprized, it was in a slow and laborious collection of small
+facts, that the first foundations of this fanciful Romance were laid.
+
+The friendly testimony I have just referred to, appeared, some years
+since, in the form in which I now give it, and, if I recollect right, in
+the Athenæum:—
+
+    “I embrace this opportunity of bearing my individual testimony
+    (if it be of any value) to the extraordinary accuracy of Mr.
+    Moore, in his topographical, antiquarian, and characteristic
+    details, whether of costume, manners, or less-changing
+    monuments, both in his Lalla Rookh and in the Epicurean. It has
+    been my fortune to read his Atlantic, Bermudean, and American
+    Odes and Epistles, in the countries and among the people to
+    which and to whom they related; I enjoyed also the exquisite
+    delight of reading his Lalla Rookh, in Persia itself; and I have
+    perused the Epicurean, while all my recollections of Egypt and
+    its still existing wonders are as fresh as when I quitted the
+    banks of the Nile for Arabia:—I owe it, therefore, as a debt of
+    gratitude (though the payment is most inadequate), for the great
+    pleasure I have derived from his productions, to bear my humble
+    testimony to their local fidelity.
+
+                                                           J. S. B.”
+
+Among the incidents connected with this work, I must not omit to notice
+the splendid Divertissement, founded upon it, which was acted at the
+Château Royal of Berlin, during the visit of the Grand Duke Nicholas to
+that capital, in the year 1822. The different stories composing the work
+were represented in Tableaux Vivans and songs; and among the crowd of
+royal and noble personages engaged in the performances, I shall mention
+those only who represented the principal characters, and whom I find
+thus enumerated in the published account of the Divertissement.[vi]
+
+      “Fadladin, Grand-Nasir      Comte Haack (Maréchal de Cour.)
+      Aliris, Roi de Bucharie              S. A. I. Le Grand Duc.
+      Lalla Roûkh                    S. A. I. Le Grande Duchesse.
+      Aurungzeb, le Grand Mogol {   S. A. R. Le Prince Guillaume,
+                                {                   frère du Roi.
+      Abdallah, Père d’Aliris      S. A. R. Le Duc de Cumberland.
+      La Reine, son épouse      {    S. A. R. La Princesse Louise
+                                {                     Radzivill.”
+
+Besides these and other leading personages, there were also brought into
+action, under the various denominations of Seigneurs et Dames de
+Bucharie, Dames de Cachemire, Seigneurs et Dames dansans à la Fête des
+Roses, &c. nearly 150 persons.
+
+Of the manner and style in which the Tableaux of the different stories
+are described in the work from which I cite, the following account of
+the performance of Paradise and the Peri will afford some specimen:—
+
+“La décoration représentoit les portes brillantes du Paradis, entourées
+de nuages. Dans le premier tableau on voyoit la Péri, triste et desolée,
+couchée sur le seuil des portes fermées, et l’Ange de lumière qui lui
+addresse des consolations et des conseils. Le second représente le
+moment où la Péri, dans l’espoir que ce don lui ouvrira l’entrée du
+Paradis, recueille la dernière goutte de sang que vient de verser le
+jeune guerrier Indien....
+
+“La Péri et l’Ange de lumière répondoient pleinement à l’image et à
+l’idée qu’on est tenté de se faire de ces deux individus, et
+l’impression qu’a faite généralement la suite des tableaux de cet
+épisode délicat et intéressant est loin de s’effacer de notre souvenir.”
+
+In this grand Fête, it appears, originated the translation of Lalla
+Rookh into German[vii] verse, by the Baron de la Motte Fouqué; and the
+circumstances which led him to undertake the task, are described by
+himself in a Dedicatory Poem to the Empress of Russia, which he has
+prefixed to his translation. As soon as the performance, he tells us,
+had ended, Lalla Rookh (the Empress herself) exclaimed, with a sigh, “Is
+it, then, all over? are we now at the close of all that has given us so
+much delight? and lives there no poet who will impart to others, and to
+future times, some notion of the happiness we have enjoyed this
+evening?” On hearing this appeal, a Knight of Cashmere (who is no other
+than the poetical Baron himself) comes forward and promises to attempt
+to present to the world “the Poem itself in the measure of the
+original:”—whereupon Lalla Rookh, it is added, approvingly smiled.
+
+-----
+
+Footnote i:
+
+  April 10, 1815.
+
+Footnote ii:
+
+  November 9, 1816.
+
+Footnote iii:
+
+  Voltaire, in his tragedy of “Les Guèbres,” written with a similar
+  under-current of meaning, was accused of having transformed his
+  Fire-worshippers into Jansenists:—“Quelques figuristes,” he says,
+  “prétendent que les Guèbres sont les jansénistes.”
+
+Footnote iv:
+
+  The Fire-worshippers.
+
+Footnote v:
+
+  “Tradunt autem Hebræi hanc fabulam quod Abraham in ignem missus sit
+  quia ignem adorare noluit.”—ST. HIERON. _in Quæst. in Genesim_.
+
+Footnote vi:
+
+  Lalla Roûkh Divertissement, mêlé de Chants et de Danses, Berlin, 1822.
+  The work contains a series of coloured engravings, representing
+  groups, processions, &c. in different Oriental costumes.
+
+Footnote vii:
+
+  Since this was written, another translation of Lalla Rookh into German
+  verse has been made by Theodor Oelckers (Leipzig, Tauchnitz, Jun.),
+  which has already passed through three editions.
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+                              LALLA ROOKH
+
+
+
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+In the eleventh year of the reign of Aurungzebe, Abdalla, King of the
+Lesser Bucharia, a lineal descendant from the Great Zingis, having
+abdicated the throne in favour of his son, set out on a pilgrimage to
+the Shrine of the Prophet; and, passing into India through the
+delightful valley of Cashmere, rested for a short time at Delhi on his
+way. He was entertained by Aurungzebe in a style of magnificent
+hospitality, worthy alike of the visitor and the host, and was
+afterwards escorted with the same splendour to Surat, where he embarked
+for Arabia.[1] During the stay of the Royal Pilgrim at Delhi, a marriage
+was agreed upon between the Prince, his son, and the youngest daughter
+of the emperor, LALLA ROOKH;[2]—a Princess described by the Poets of her
+time as more beautiful than Leila,[3] Shirine,[4] Dewildé,[5] or any of
+those heroines whose names and loves embellish the songs of Persia and
+Hindostan. It was intended that the nuptials should be celebrated at
+Cashmere; where the young King, as soon as the cares of empire would
+permit, was to meet, for the first time, his lovely bride, and, after a
+few months’ repose in that enchanting valley, conduct her over the snowy
+hills into Bucharia.
+
+The day of LALLA ROOKH’S departure from Delhi was as splendid as
+sunshine and pageantry could make it. The bazaars and baths were all
+covered with the richest tapestry; hundreds of gilded barges upon the
+Jumna floated with their banners shining in the water; while 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;[6] till every part of the city was as fragrant as if a caravan of
+musk from Khoten had passed through it. The Princess, having taken leave
+of her kind father, who at parting hung a cornelian of Yemen round her
+neck, on which was inscribed a verse from the Koran, and having sent a
+considerable present to the Fakirs, who kept up the Perpetual Lamp in
+her sister’s tomb, meekly ascended the palankeen prepared for her; and,
+while Aurungzebe stood to take a last look from his balcony, the
+procession moved slowly on the road to Lahore.
+
+Seldom had the Eastern world seen a cavalcade so superb. From the
+gardens in the suburbs to the Imperial palace, it was one unbroken line
+of splendour. The gallant appearance of the Rajahs and Mogul Lords,
+distinguished by those insignia of the Emperor’s favour,[7] the feathers
+of the egret of Cashmere in their turbans, and the small silver-rimmed
+kettledrums at the bows of their saddles;—the costly armour of their
+cavaliers, who vied, on this occasion, with the guards of the great
+Keder Khan,[8] in the brightness of their silver battle-axes and the
+massiness of their maces of gold;—the glittering of the gilt
+pine-apples[9] on the tops of the palankeens;—the embroidered trappings
+of the elephants, bearing on their backs small turrets, in the shape of
+little antique temples, within which the Ladies of LALLA ROOKH lay as it
+were enshrined;—the rose-coloured veils of the Princess’s own sumptuous
+litter,[10] at the front of which a fair young female slave sat fanning
+her through the curtains, with feathers of the Argus pheasant’s
+wing;[11]—and the lovely troop of Tartarian and Cashmerian maids of
+honour, whom the young King had sent to accompany his bride, and who
+rode on each side of the litter, upon small Arabian horses:—all was
+brilliant, tasteful, and magnificent, and pleased even the critical and
+fastidious FADLADEEN, Great Nazir or Chamberlain of the Haram, who was
+borne in his palankeen immediately after the Princess, and considered
+himself not the least important personage of the pageant.
+
+FADLADEEN was a judge of everything,—from the pencilling of a
+Circassian’s eyelids to the deepest questions of science and literature;
+from the mixture of a conserve of rose-leaves to the composition of an
+epic poem: and such influence had his opinion upon the various tastes of
+the day, that all the cooks and poets of Delhi stood in awe of him. His
+political conduct and opinions were founded upon that line of
+Sadi,—“Should the Prince at noon-day say, It is night, declare that you
+behold the moon and stars.”—And his zeal for religion; of which
+Aurungzebe was a munificent protector,[12] was about as disinterested as
+that of the goldsmith who fell in love with the diamond eyes of the Idol
+of Jaghernaut.[13]
+
+During the first days of their journey, LALLA ROOKH, who had passed all
+her life within the shadow of the Royal Gardens of Delhi,[14] found
+enough in the beauty of the scenery through which they passed to
+interest her mind, and delight her imagination; and when at evening, or
+in the heat of the day, they turned off from the high road to those
+retired and romantic places which had been selected for her encampments,
+sometimes on the banks of a small rivulet, as clear as the waters of the
+Lake of Pearl;[15] sometimes under the sacred shade of a Banyan tree,
+from which the view opened upon a glade covered with antelopes; and
+often in those hidden, embowered spots, described by one from the Isles
+of the West,[16] as “places of melancholy, delight, and safety, where
+all the company around was wild peacocks and turtle-doves;”—she felt a
+charm in these scenes, so lovely and so new to her, which, for a time,
+made her indifferent to every other amusement. But LALLA ROOKH was
+young, and the young love variety; nor could the conversation of her
+Ladies and the great Chamberlain, FADLADEEN, (the only persons, of
+course, admitted to her pavilion,) sufficiently enliven those many
+vacant hours, which were devoted neither to the pillow nor the
+palankeen. There was a little Persian slave who sung sweetly 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,[17]
+the fair-haired Zal and his mistress Rodahver;[18] not forgetting the
+combat of Rustam with the terrible White Demon.[19] At other times she
+was amused by those graceful dancing-girls of Delhi, who had been
+permitted by the Bramins of the Great Pagoda to attend her, much to the
+horror of the good Mussulman FADLADEEN, who could see nothing graceful
+or agreeable in idolaters, and to whom the very tinkling of their golden
+anklets[20] was an abomination.
+
+But these and many other diversions were repeated 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 bridegroom, was a young poet of Cashmere, much celebrated throughout
+the valley for his manner of reciting the Stories of the East, on whom
+his Royal Master had conferred the privilege of being admitted to the
+pavilion of the Princess, that he might help to beguile the tediousness
+of the journey by some of his most agreeable recitals. At the mention of
+a poet, FADLADEEN elevated his critical eyebrows, and, having refreshed
+his faculties with a dose of that delicious opium[21] which is distilled
+from the black poppy of the Thebais, gave orders for the minstrel to be
+forthwith introduced into the presence.
+
+The Princess, who had once in her life seen a poet from behind the
+screens of gauze in her Father’s hall, and had conceived from that
+specimen no very favourable ideas of the Caste, expected but little in
+this new exhibition to interest her;—she felt inclined, however, to
+alter her opinion on the very first appearance of FERAMORZ. He was a
+youth about LALLA ROOKH’S own age, and graceful as that idol of women,
+Crishna,[22]—such as he appears to their young imaginations, heroic,
+beautiful, breathing music from his very eyes, and exalting the religion
+of his worshippers into love. His dress was simple, yet not without some
+marks of costliness; and the ladies of the Princess were not long in
+discovering that the cloth, which encircled his high Tartarian cap, was
+of the most delicate kind that the shawl-goats of Tibet supply.[23] Here
+and there, too, over his vest, which was confined by a flowered girdle
+of Kashan, hung strings of fine pearl, disposed with an air of studied
+negligence:—nor did the exquisite embroidery of his sandals escape the
+observation of these fair critics; who, however they might give way to
+FADLADEEN upon the unimportant topics of religion and government, had
+the spirit of martyrs in every thing relating to such momentous matters
+as jewels and embroidery.
+
+For the purpose of relieving the pauses of recitation by music, the
+young Cashmerian held in his hand a kitar;—such as, in old times, the
+Arab maids of the West used to listen to by moonlight in the gardens of
+the Alhambra—and, having premised, with much humility, that the story he
+was about to relate was founded on the adventures of that Veiled Prophet
+of Khorassan,[24] who, in the year of the Hegira 163, created such alarm
+throughout the Eastern Empire, made an obeisance to the Princess, and
+thus began:—
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+                  The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan[25]
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+  In that delightful Province of the Sun,
+  The first of Persian lands he shines upon,
+  Where all the loveliest children of his beam,
+  Flow’rets and fruits, blush over every stream,[26]
+  And, fairest of all streams, the MURGA roves
+  Among MEROU’S[27] bright palaces and groves;—
+  There on that throne, to which the blind belief
+  Of millions rais’d him, sat the Prophet-Chief,
+  The Great MOKANNA. O’er his features hung
+  The Veil, the Silver Veil, which he had flung
+  In mercy there, to hide from mortal sight
+  His dazzling brow, till man could bear its light.
+  For, far less luminous, his votaries said,
+  Were ev’n the gleams, miraculously shed
+  O’er MOUSSA’S[28] cheek,[29] when down the Mount he trod,
+  All glowing from the presence of his God!
+
+    On either side, with ready hearts and hands,
+  His chosen guard of bold Believers stands;
+  Young fire-eyed disputants, who deem their swords,
+  On points of faith, more eloquent than words;
+  And such their zeal, there’s not a youth with brand
+  Uplifted there, but, at the Chief’s command,
+  Would make his own devoted heart its sheath,
+  And bless the lips that doom’d so dear a death!
+  In hatred to the Caliph’s hue of night,[30]
+  Their vesture, helms and all, is snowy white;
+  Their weapons various—some equipp’d for speed,
+  With javelins of the light Kathaian reed;[31]
+  Or bows of buffalo horn and shining quivers
+  Fill’d with the stems[32] that bloom on IRAN’S rivers;[33]
+  While some, for war’s more terrible attacks,
+  Wield the huge mace and ponderous battle-axe;
+  And as they wave aloft in morning’s beam
+  The milk-white plumage of their helms, they seem
+  Like a chenar-tree grove,[34] when winter throws
+  O’er all its tufted heads his feathering snows.
+
+    Between the porphyry pillars, that uphold
+  The rich moresque-work of the roof of gold,
+  Aloft the Haram’s curtain’d galleries rise,
+  Where, through the silken net-work, glancing eyes,
+  From time to time, like sudden gleams that glow
+  Through autumn clouds, shine o’er the pomp below.—
+  What impious tongue, ye blushing saints, would dare
+  To hint that aught but Heaven hath plac’d you there?
+  Or that the loves of this light world could bind,
+  In their gross chain, your Prophet’s soaring mind?
+  No—wrongful thought!—commission’d from above
+  To people Eden’s bowers with shapes of love,
+  (Creatures so bright, that the same lips and eyes
+  They wear on earth will serve in Paradise,)
+  There to recline among Heaven’s native maids,
+  And crown the’ Elect with bliss that never fades—
+  Well hath the Prophet-Chief his bidding done;
+  And every beauteous race beneath the sun,
+  From those who kneel at BRAHMA’S burning founts,[35]
+  To the fresh nymphs bounding o’er YEMEN’S mounts;
+  From PERSIA’S eyes of full and fawn-like ray
+  To the small, half-shut glances of KATHAY;[36]
+  And GEORGIA’S bloom, and AZAB’S darker smiles,
+  And the gold ringlets of the Western Isles;
+  All, all are there;—each Land its flower hath given,
+  To form that fair young Nursery for Heaven!
+
+    But why this pageant now? this arm’d array?
+  What triumph crowds the rich Divan to-day
+  With turban’d heads, of every hue and race,
+  Bowing before that veil’d and awful face,
+  Like tulip-beds,[37] of different shape and dyes,
+  Bending beneath the’ invisible West-wind’s sighs!
+  What new-made mystery now, for Faith to sign,
+  And blood to seal, as genuine and divine,
+  What dazzling mimickry of God’s own power
+  Hath the bold Prophet plann’d to grace this hour?
+
+    Not such the pageant now, though not less proud;
+  Yon warrior youth, advancing from the crowd,
+  With silver bow, with belt of broider’d crape,
+  And fur-bound bonnet of Bucharian shape,[38]
+  So fiercely beautiful in form and eye,
+  Like war’s wild planet in a summer sky;
+  That youth to-day,—a proselyte, worth hordes
+  Of cooler spirits and less practis’d swords,—
+  Is come to join, all bravery and belief,
+  The creed and standard of the heaven-sent Chief.
+
+    Though few his years, the West already knows
+  Young AZIM’S fame;—beyond the’ Olympian snows,
+  Ere manhood darken’d o’er his downy cheek,
+  O’erwhelm’d in fight and captive to the Greek,[39]
+  He linger’d there, till peace dissolv’d his chains;—
+  Oh, who could, even in bondage, tread the plains
+  Of glorious GREECE, nor feel his spirit rise
+  Kindling within him? who, with heart and eyes,
+  Could walk where Liberty had been, nor see
+  The shining foot-prints of her Deity,
+  Nor feel those godlike breathings in the air,
+  Which mutely told her spirit had been there?
+  Not he, that youthful warrior,—no, too well
+  For his soul’s quiet work’d the’ awakening spell;
+  And now, returning to his own dear land,
+  Full of those dreams of good that, vainly grand,
+  Haunt the young heart,—proud views of human-kind,
+  Of men to Gods exalted and refin’d,—
+  False views, like that horizon’s fair deceit,
+  Where earth and heaven but _seem_, alas, to meet!—
+  Soon as he heard an Arm Divine was rais’d
+  To right the nations, and beheld, emblaz’d
+  On the white flag MOKANNA’S host unfurl’d,
+  Those words of sunshine, “Freedom to the World,”
+  At once his faith, his sword, his soul obey’d
+  The’ inspiring summons; every chosen blade
+  That fought beneath that banner’s sacred text
+  Seem’d doubly edg’d, for this world and the next;
+  And ne’er did Faith with her smooth bandage bind
+  Eyes more devoutly willing to be blind,
+  In virtue’s cause;—never was soul inspir’d
+  With livelier trust in what it most desir’d,
+  Than his, the’ enthusiast there, who kneeling, pale
+  With pious awe, before that Silver Veil,
+  Believes the form, to which he bends his knee,
+  Some pure, redeeming angel, sent to free
+  This fetter’d world from every bond and stain,
+  And bring its primal glories back again!
+
+    Low as young AZIM knelt, that motley crowd
+  Of all earth’s nations sunk the knee and bow’d,
+  With shouts of “ALLA!” echoing long and loud;
+  While high in air, above the Prophet’s head,
+  Hundreds of banners, to the sunbeam spread,
+  Wav’d, like the wings of the white birds that fan
+  The flying throne of star-taught SOLIMAN.[40]
+  Then thus he spoke:—“Stranger, though new the frame
+  “Thy soul inhabits now, I’ve track’d its flame
+  “For many an age,[41] in every chance and change
+  “Of that existence, through whose varied range,—
+  “As through a torch-race, where, from hand to hand,
+  “The flying youths transmit their shining brand,—
+  “From frame to frame the unextinguish’d soul
+  “Rapidly passes, till it reach the goal!
+
+    “Nor think ’tis only the gross Spirits, warm’d
+  “With duskier fire and for earth’s medium form’d,
+  “That run this course;—Beings, the most divine,
+  “Thus deign through dark mortality to shine.
+  “Such was the Essence that in ADAM dwelt,
+  “To which all Heaven, except the Proud One, knelt:[42]
+  “Such the refin’d Intelligence that glow’d
+  “In MOUSSA’S[43] frame,—and, thence descending, flow’d
+  “Through many a Prophet’s breast;[44]—in ISSA[45] shone,
+  “And in MOHAMMED burn’d; till, hastening on,
+  “(As a bright river that, from fall to fall
+  “In many a maze descending, bright through all,
+  “Finds some fair region where, each labyrinth past,
+  “In one full lake of light it rests at last!)
+  “That Holy Spirit, settling calm and free
+  “From lapse or shadow, centres all in me!”
+
+     Again, throughout the’ assembly, at these words,
+  Thousands of voices rung: the warriors’ swords
+  Were pointed up to heaven; a sudden wind
+  In the’ open banners played, and from behind
+  Those Persian hangings, that but ill could screen
+  The Haram’s loveliness, white hands were seen
+  Waving embroider’d scarves, whose motion gave
+  A perfume forth;—like those the Houris wave
+  When beck’ning to their bowers the’ immortal Brave.
+
+    “But these,” pursued the Chief, “are truths sublime,
+  “That claim a holier mood and calmer time
+  “Than earth allows us now;—this sword must first
+  “The darkling prison-house of Mankind burst
+  “Ere Peace can visit them, or Truth let in
+  “Her wakening daylight on a world of sin.
+  “But then, celestial warriors, then, when all
+  “Earth’s shrines and thrones before our banner fall;
+  “When the glad Slave shall at these feet lay down
+  “His broken chain, the tyrant Lord his crown,
+  “The Priest his book, the Conqueror his wreath,
+  “And from the lips of Truth one mighty breath
+  “Shall, like a whirlwind, scatter in its breeze
+  “That whole dark pile of human mockeries;—
+  “Then shall the reign of mind commence on earth,
+  “And starting fresh, as from a second birth,
+  “Man, in the sunshine of the world’s new spring,
+  “Shall walk transparent, like some holy thing!
+  “Then, too, your Prophet from his angel brow
+  “Shall cast the Veil that hides its splendours now,
+  “And gladden’d Earth shall, through her wide expanse,
+  “Bask in the glories of this countenance!—
+  “For thee, young warrior, welcome!—thou hast yet
+  “Some tasks to learn, some frailties to forget,
+  “Ere the white war-plume o’er thy brow can wave;—
+  “But, once my own, mine all till in the grave!”
+
+    The pomp is at an end—the crowds are gone—
+  Each ear and heart still haunted by the tone
+  Of that deep voice, which thrilled like ALLA’S own!
+  The Young all dazzled by the plumes and lances,
+  The glittering throne, and Haram’s half-caught glances;
+  The Old deep pondering on the promis’d reign
+  Of peace and truth; and all the female train
+  Ready to risk their eyes, could they but gaze
+  A moment on that brow’s miraculous blaze!
+
+    But there was one, among the chosen maids,
+  Who blush’d behind the gallery’s silken shades,
+  One, to whose soul the pageant of to-day
+  Has been like death:—you saw her pale dismay,
+  Ye wondering sisterhood, and heard the burst
+  Of exclamation from her lips, when first
+  She saw that youth, too well, too dearly known,
+  Silently kneeling at the Prophet’s throne.
+
+    Ah ZELICA! there _was_ a time, when bliss
+  Shone o’er thy heart from every look of his;
+  When but to see him, hear him, breathe the air
+  In which he dwelt, was thy soul’s fondest prayer;
+  When round him hung such a perpetual spell
+  Whate’er he did, none ever did so well.
+  Too happy days! when, if he touch’d a flower
+  Or gem of thine, ’twas sacred from that hour;
+  When thou didst study him till every tone
+  And gesture and dear look became thy own,—
+  Thy voice like his, the changes of his face
+  In thine reflected with still lovelier grace.
+  Like echo, sending back sweet music, fraught
+  With twice the’ aërial sweetness it had brought!
+  Yet now he comes,—brighter than even he
+  E’er beam’d before,—but, ah! not bright for thee;
+  No—dread, unlook’d for, like a visitant
+  From the’ other world, he comes as if to haunt
+  Thy guilty soul with dreams of lost delight,
+  Long lost to all but memory’s aching sight:—
+  Sad dreams! as when the Spirit of our Youth
+  Returns in sleep, sparkling with all the truth
+  And innocence once ours, and leads us back,
+  In mournful mockery, o’er the shining track
+  Of our young life, and points out every ray
+  Of hope and peace we’ve lost upon the way!
+
+    Once happy pair!—In proud BOKHARA’S groves,
+  Who had not heard of their first youthful loves?
+  Born by that ancient flood,[46] which from its spring
+  In the dark Mountains swiftly wandering,
+  Enrich’d by every pilgrim brook that shines
+  With relics from BUCHARIA’S ruby mines,
+  And, lending to the CASPIAN half its strength,
+  In the cold Lake of Eagles sinks at length;—
+  There, on the banks of that bright river born,
+  The flowers, that hung above its wave at morn,
+  Bless’d not the waters, as they murmur’d by,
+  With holier scent and lustre, than the sigh
+  And virgin-glance of first affection cast
+  Upon their youth’s smooth current, as it pass’d!
+  But war disturb’d this vision,—far away
+  From her fond eyes summon’d to join the’ array
+  Of PERSIA’S warriors on the hills of THRACE,
+  The youth exchang’d his sylvan dwelling-place
+  For the rude tent and war-field’s deathful clash;
+  His ZELICA’S sweet glances for the flash
+  Of Grecian wild-fire, and Love’s gentle chains
+  For bleeding bondage on BYZANTIUM’S plains.
+
+    Month after month, in widowhood of soul
+  Drooping, the maiden saw two summers roll
+  Their suns away—but ah! how cold and dim
+  Even summer suns, when not beheld with him!
+  From time to time ill-omen’d rumours came,
+  Like spirit-tongues mutt’ring the sick man’s name,
+  Just ere he dies:—at length those sounds of dread
+  Fell with’ring on her soul, “AZIM is dead!”
+  Oh Grief, beyond all other griefs, when fate
+  First leaves the young heart lone and desolate
+  In the wide world, without that only tie
+  For which it lov’d to live or fear’d to die;—
+  Lorn as the hung-up lute, that ne’er hath spoken
+  Since the sad day its master-chord was broken!
+  Fond maid, the sorrow of her soul was such,
+  Even reason sunk,—blighted beneath its touch:
+  And though, ere long, her sanguine spirit rose
+  Above the first dead pressure of its woes,
+  Though health and bloom return’d, the delicate chain
+  Of thought, once tangled, never clear’d again.
+  Warm, lively, soft as in youth’s happiest day,
+  The mind was still all there, but turned astray;—
+  A wand’ring bark, upon whose pathway shone
+  All stars of heaven, except the guiding one!
+  Again she smil’d, nay, much and brightly smil’d,
+  But ’twas a lustre, strange, unreal, wild;
+  And when she sung to her lute’s touching strain,
+  ’Twas like the notes, half ecstasy, half pain,
+  The bulbul[47] utters, ere her soul depart,
+  When, vanquish’d by some minstrel’s powerful art,
+  She dies upon the lute whose sweetness broke her heart!
+
+    Such was the mood in which that mission found
+  Young ZELICA,—that mission, which around
+  The Eastern world, in every region blest
+  With woman’s smile, sought out its loveliest,
+  To grace that galaxy of lips and eyes
+  Which the Veil’d Prophet destined for the skies:—
+  And such quick welcome as a spark receives
+  Dropp’d on a bed of Autumn’s withered leaves,
+  Did every tale of these enthusiasts find
+  In the wild maiden’s sorrow-blighted mind.
+  All fire at once the madd’ning zeal she caught;—
+  Elect of Paradise! blest, rapturous thought!
+  Predestin’d bride, in heaven’s eternal dome,
+  Of some brave youth—ha! durst they say “of _some_?”
+  No—of the one, one only object trac’d
+  In her heart’s core too deep to be effac’d;
+  The one whose memory, fresh as life, is twin’d
+  With every broken link of her lost mind;
+  Whose image lives, though Reason’s self be wreck’d,
+  Safe ’mid the ruins of her intellect!
+
+    Alas, poor ZELICA! it needed all
+  The fantasy, which held thy mind in thrall,
+  To see in that gay Haram’s glowing maids
+  A sainted colony for Eden’s shades;
+  Or dream that he,—of whose unholy flame
+  Thou wert too soon the victim,—shining came
+  From Paradise, to people its pure sphere
+  With souls like thine, which he hath ruin’d here!
+  No—had not Reason’s light totally set,
+  And left thee dark, thou hadst an amulet
+  In the lov’d image, graven on thy heart,
+  Which would have sav’d thee from the tempter’s art,
+  And kept alive, in all its bloom of breath,
+  That purity, whose fading is love’s death!—
+  But lost, inflamed,—a restless zeal took place
+  Of the mild virgin’s still and feminine grace;
+  First of the Prophet’s favourites, proudly first
+  In zeal and charms,—too well the’ Impostor nurs’d
+  Her soul’s delirium, in whose active flame,
+  Thus lighting up a young, luxuriant frame,
+  He saw more potent sorceries to bind
+  To his dark yoke the spirits of mankind,
+  More subtle chains than hell itself e’er twin’d.
+  No art was spar’d, no witchery;—all the skill
+  His demons taught him was employ’d to fill
+  Her mind with gloom and ecstasy by turns—
+  That gloom, through which Frenzy but fiercer burns;
+  That ecstasy, which from the depth of sadness
+  Glares like the maniac’s moon, whose light is madness.
+
+    ’Twas from a brilliant banquet, where the sound
+  Of poesy and music breath’d around,
+  Together picturing to her mind and ear
+  The glories of that heaven, her destin’d sphere,
+  Where all was pure, where every stain that lay
+  Upon the spirit’s light should pass away,
+  And, realizing more than youthful love
+  E’er wish’d or dream’d, she should for ever rove
+  Through fields of fragrance by her AZIM’S side,
+  His own bless’d, purified, eternal bride!—
+  ’Twas from a scene, a witching trance like this,
+  He hurried her away, yet breathing bliss,
+  To the dim charnel-house;—through all its steams
+  Of damp and death, led only by those gleams
+  Which foul Corruption lights, as with design
+  To show the gay and proud _she_ too can shine!—
+  And, passing on through upright ranks of Dead,
+  Which to the maiden, doubly craz’d by dread,
+  Seem’d, through the bluish death-light round them cast,
+  To move their lips in mutterings as she pass’d—
+  There, in that awful place, when each had quaff’d
+  And pledg’d in silence such a fearful draught,
+  Such—oh! the look and taste of that red bowl
+  Will haunt her till she dies—he bound her soul
+  By a dark oath, in hell’s own language fram’d,
+  Never, while earth his mystic presence claim’d,
+  While the blue arch of day hung o’er them both,
+  Never, by that all-imprecating oath,
+  In joy or sorrow from his side to sever.—
+  She swore, and the wide charnel echoed, “Never, never!”
+
+    From that dread hour, entirely, wildly given
+  To him and—she believ’d, lost maid!—to Heaven;
+  Her brain, her heart, her passions all inflam’d,
+  How proud she stood, when in full Haram nam’d
+  The Priestess of the Faith!—how flash’d her eyes
+  With light, alas! that was not of the skies,
+  When round, in trances, only less than hers,
+  She saw the Haram kneel, her prostrate worshippers!
+  Well might MOKANNA think that form alone
+  Had spells enough to make the world his own:—
+  Light, lovely limbs, to which the spirit’s play
+  Gave motion, airy as the dancing spray,
+  When from its stem the small bird wings away:
+  Lips in whose rosy labyrinth, when she smil’d,
+  The soul was lost; and blushes, swift and wild
+  As are the momentary meteors sent
+  Across the’ uncalm, but beauteous firmament.
+  And then her look—oh! where’s the heart so wise
+  Could unbewilder’d meet those matchless eyes?
+  Quick, restless, strange, but exquisite withal,
+  Like those of angels, just before their fall;
+  Now shadow’d with the shames of earth—now crost
+  By glimpses of the Heaven her heart had lost;
+  In ev’ry glance there broke, without control,
+  The flashes of a bright, but troubled soul,
+  Where sensibility still wildly play’d,
+  Like lightning, round the ruins it had made!
+
+    And such was now young ZELICA—so chang’d
+  From her who, some years since, delighted rang’d
+  The almond groves that shade BOKHARA’S tide,
+  All life and bliss, with AZIM by her side!
+  So alter’d was she now, this festal day,
+  When, ’mid the proud Divan’s dazzling array,
+  The vision of that Youth whom she had lov’d,
+  Had wept as dead, before her breath’d and mov’d;—
+  When—bright, she thought, as if from Eden’s track
+  But half-way trodden, he had wander’d back
+  Again to earth, glistening with Eden’s light—
+  Her beauteous AZIM shone before her sight.
+
+    O Reason! who shall say what spells renew,
+  When least we look for it, thy broken clew!
+  Through what small vistas o’er the darken’d brain
+  Thy intellectual day-beam bursts again;
+  And how, like forts, to which beleaguerers win
+  Unhop’d-for entrance through some friend within,
+  One clear idea, waken’d in the breast
+  By memory’s magic, lets in all the rest!
+  Would it were thus, unhappy girl, with thee!
+  But though light came, it came but partially;
+  Enough to show the maze, in which thy sense
+  Wander’d about,—but not to guide it thence;
+  Enough to glimmer o’er the yawning wave,
+  But not to point the harbour which might save.
+  Hours of delight and peace, long left behind,
+  With that dear form came rushing o’er her mind;
+  But, oh! to think how deep her soul had gone
+  In shame and falsehood since those moments shone;
+  And, then, her oath—_there_ madness lay again,
+  And, shuddering, back she sunk into her chain
+  Of mental darkness, as if blest to flee
+  From light, whose every glimpse was agony!
+  Yet, _one_ relief this glance of former years
+  Brought, mingled with its pain,—tears, floods of tears,
+  Long frozen at her heart, but now like rills
+  Let loose in spring-time from the snowy hills,
+  And gushing warm, after a sleep of frost,
+  Through valleys where their flow had long been lost.
+
+    Sad and subdued, for the first time her frame
+  Trembled with horror, when the summons came
+  (A summons proud and rare, which all but she,
+  And she, till now, had heard with ecstasy,)
+  To meet MOKANNA at his place of prayer,
+  A garden oratory, cool and fair,
+  By the stream’s side, where still at close of day
+  The Prophet of the Veil retir’d to pray;
+  Sometimes alone—but, oftener far, with one,
+  One chosen nymph to share his orison.
+
+    Of late none found such favour in his sight
+  As the young Priestess; and though, since that night
+  When the death-caverns echoed every tone
+  Of the dire oath that made her all his own,
+  The’ Impostor, sure of his infatuate prize,
+  Had, more than once, thrown off his soul’s disguise,
+  And utter’d such unheavenly, monstrous things,
+  As even across the desp’rate wanderings
+  Of a weak intellect, whose lamp was out,
+  Threw startling shadows of dismay and doubt;—
+  Yet zeal, ambition, her tremendous vow,
+  The thought, still haunting her, of that bright brow,
+  Whose blaze, as yet from mortal eye conceal’d,
+  Would soon, proud triumph! be to her reveal’d,
+  To her alone;—and then the hope, most dear,
+  Most wild of all, that her transgression here
+  Was but a passage through earth’s grosser fire,
+  From which the spirit would at last aspire,
+  Even purer than before,—as perfumes rise
+  Through flame and smoke, most welcome to the skies—
+  And that when AZIM’S fond, divine embrace
+  Should circle her in heaven, no dark’ning trace
+  Would on that bosom he once lov’d remain,
+  But all be bright, be pure, be _his_ again!—
+  These were the wildering dreams, whose curst deceit
+  Had chain’d her soul beneath the tempter’s feet,
+  And made her think even damning falsehood sweet.
+  But now that Shape, which had appall’d her view,
+  That Semblance—oh, how terrible, if true!—
+  Which came across her frenzy’s full career
+  With shock of consciousness, cold, deep, severe,
+  As when, in northern seas, at midnight dark,
+  An isle of ice encounters some swift bark,
+  And, startling all its wretches from their sleep,
+  By one cold impulse hurls them to the deep;—
+  So came that shock not frenzy’s self could bear,
+  And waking up each long-lull’d image there,
+  But check’d her headlong soul, to sink it in despair!
+
+    Wan and dejected, through the evening dusk,
+  She now went slowly to that small kiosk,
+  Where, pond’ring alone his impious schemes,
+  MOKANNA waited her—too wrapt in dreams
+  Of the fair-rip’ning future’s rich success,
+  To heed the sorrow, pale and spiritless,
+  That sat upon his victim’s downcast brow,
+  Or mark how slow her step, how alter’d now
+  From the quick, ardent Priestess, whose light bound
+  Came like a spirit’s o’er the’ unechoing ground,—
+  From that wild ZELICA, whose every glance
+  Was thrilling fire, whose every thought a trance!
+
+    Upon his couch the Veil’d MOKANNA lay,
+  While lamps around—not such as lend their ray,
+  Glimmering and cold, to those who nightly pray
+  In holy KOOM,[48] or MECCA’S dim arcades,—
+  But brilliant, soft, such lights as lovely maids
+  Look loveliest in, shed their luxurious glow
+  Upon his mystic Veil’s white glittering flow.
+  Beside him, ’stead of beads and books of prayer,
+  Which the world fondly thought he mus’d on there,
+  Stood vases, fill’d with KISHMEE’S[49] golden wine,
+  And the red weepings of the SHIRAZ vine;
+  Of which his curtain’d lips full many a draught
+  Took zealously, as if each drop they quaff’d,
+  Like ZEMZEM’S Spring of Holiness,[50] had power
+  To freshen the soul’s virtues into flower!
+  And still he drank and ponder’d—nor could see
+  The’ approaching maid, so deep his reverie;
+  At length, with fiendish laugh, like that which broke
+  From EBLIS at the Fall of Man, he spoke:—
+  “Yes, ye vile race, for hell’s amusement given,
+  “Too mean for earth, yet claiming kin with heaven;
+  “God’s images, forsooth!—such gods as he
+  “Whom INDIA serves, the monkey deity;—[51]
+  “Ye creatures of a breath, proud things of clay,
+  “To whom if LUCIFER, as grandams say,
+  “Refus’d, though at the forfeit of heaven’s light,
+  “To bend in worship, LUCIFER was right!—[52]
+  “Soon shall I plant this foot upon the neck
+  “Of your foul race, and without fear or check,
+  “Luxuriating in hate, avenge my shame,
+  “My deep-felt, long-nurst loathing of man’s name!
+  “Soon at the head of myriads, blind and fierce
+  “As hooded falcons, through the universe
+  “I’ll sweep my dark’ning, desolating way,
+  “Weak man my instrument, curst man my prey!
+
+    “Ye wise, ye learn’d, who grope your dull way on
+  “By the dim twinkling gleams of ages gone,
+  “Like superstitious thieves, who think the light
+  “From dead men’s marrow guides them best at night—[53]
+  “Ye shall have honours—wealth,—yes, Sages, yes—
+  “I know, grave fools, your wisdom’s nothingness;
+  “Undazzled it can track yon starry sphere,
+  “But a gilt stick, a bawble blinds it here.
+  “How I shall laugh, when trumpeted along,
+  “In lying speech, and still more lying song,
+  “By these learn’d slaves, the meanest of the throng;
+  “Their wits bought up, their wisdom shrunk so small,
+  “A sceptre’s puny point can wield it all!
+
+    “Ye too, believers of incredible creeds,
+  “Whose faith enshrines the monsters which it breeds;
+  “Who, bolder even than NEMROD, think to rise,
+  “By nonsense heap’d on nonsense, to the skies;
+  “Ye shall have miracles, ay, sound ones too,
+  “Seen, heard, attested, ev’ry thing—but true.
+  “Your preaching zealots, too inspir’d to seek
+  “One grace of meaning for the things they speak;
+  “Your martyrs, ready to shed out their blood,
+  “For truths too heavenly to be understood;
+  “And your State Priests, sole vendors of the lore
+  “That works salvation;—as, on AVA’S shore,
+  “Where none _but_ priests are privileg’d to trade
+  “In that best marble of which Gods are made;[54]
+  “They shall have mysteries—ay, precious stuff
+  “For knaves to thrive by—mysteries enough;
+  “Dark, tangled doctrines, dark as fraud can weave,
+  “Which simple votaries shall on trust receive,
+  “While craftier feign belief, till they believe.
+  “A Heaven too ye must have, ye lords of dust,—
+  “A splendid Paradise,—pure souls, ye must:
+  “That Prophet ill sustains his holy call,
+  “Who finds not heavens to suit the tastes of all;
+  “Houris for boys, omniscience for sages,
+  “And wings and glories for all ranks and ages.
+  “Vain things!—as lust or vanity inspires,
+  “The Heaven of each is but what each desires,
+  “And, soul or sense, whate’er the object be,
+  “Man would be man to all eternity!
+  “So let him—EBLIS! grant this crowning curse,
+  “But keep him what he is, no Hell were worse.”
+
+    “Oh my lost soul!” exclaim’d the shuddering maid,
+  Whose ears had drunk like poison all he said:—
+  MOKANNA started—not abash’d, afraid,—
+  He knew no more of fear than one who dwells
+  Beneath the tropics knows of icicles!
+  But, in those dismal words that reach’d his ear,
+  “Oh my lost soul!” there was a sound so drear,
+  So like that voice, among the sinful dead,
+  In which the legend o’er Hell’s Gate is read,
+  That, new as ’twas from her, whom nought could dim
+  Or sink till now, it startled even him.
+
+    “Ha, my fair Priestess!”—thus, with ready wile,
+  The’ impostor turn’d to greet her—“thou, whose smile
+  “Hath inspiration in its rosy beam
+  “Beyond the’ Enthusiast’s hope or Prophet’s dream!
+  “Light of the faith! who twin’st religion’s zeal
+  “So close with love’s, men know not which they feel,
+  “Nor which to sigh for, in their trance of heart,
+  “The heaven thou preachest or the heaven thou art!
+  “What should I be without thee? without thee
+  “How dull were power, how joyless victory!
+  “Though borne by angels, if that smile of thine
+  “Bless’d not my banner, ’twere but half divine.
+  “But—why so mournful, child? those eyes, that shone
+  “All life last night—what!—is their glory gone?
+  “Come, come—this morn’s fatigue hath made them pale,
+  “They want rekindling—suns themselves would fail,
+  “Did not their comets bring, as I to thee,
+  “From light’s own fount supplies of brilliancy.
+  “Thou seest this cup—no juice of earth is here,
+  “But the pure waters of that upper sphere,
+  “Whose rills o’er ruby beds and topaz flow,
+  “Catching the gem’s bright colour as they go.
+  “Nightly my Genii come and fill these urns—
+  “Nay, drink—in every drop life’s essence burns;
+  “’Twill make that soul all fire, those eyes all light—
+  “Come, come, I want thy loveliest smiles to-night:—
+  “There is a youth—why start?—thou saw’st him then;
+  “Look’d he not nobly? such the godlike men
+  “Thou’lt have to woo thee in the bowers above;—
+  “Though _he_, I fear, hath thoughts too stern for love,
+  “Too rul’d by that cold enemy of bliss
+  “The world calls virtue—we must conquer this;—
+  “Nay, shrink not, pretty sage! ’tis not for thee
+  “To scan the mazes of Heaven’s mystery:
+  “The steel must pass through fire, ere it can yield
+  “Fit instruments for mighty hands to wield.
+  “This very night I mean to try the art
+  “Of powerful beauty on that warrior’s heart.
+  “All that my Haram boasts of bloom and wit,
+  “Of skill and charms, most rare and exquisite,
+  “Shall tempt the boy;—young MIRZALA’S blue eyes,
+  “Whose sleepy lid like snow on violets lies;
+  “AROUYA’S cheeks, warm as a spring-day sun,
+  “And lips that, like the seal of SOLOMON,
+  “Have magic in their pressure; ZEBA’S lute,
+  “And LILLA’S dancing feet, that gleam and shoot
+  “Rapid and white as sea-birds o’er the deep—
+  “All shall combine their witching powers to steep
+  “My convert’s spirit in that soft’ning trance,
+  “From which to heaven is but the next advance;
+  “That glowing, yielding fusion of the breast,
+  “On which Religion stamps her image best.
+  “But hear me, Priestess!—though each nymph of these
+  “Hath some peculiar, practis’d power to please,
+  “Some glance or step which, at the mirror tried,
+  “First charms herself, then all the world beside;
+  “There still wants _one_, to make the victory sure,
+  “One who in every look joins every lure;
+  “Through whom all beauty’s beams concentred pass,
+  “Dazzling and warm, as through love’s burning glass;
+  “Whose gentle lips persuade without a word,
+  “Whose words, ev’n when unmeaning, are ador’d,
+  “Like inarticulate breathings from a shrine,
+  “Which our faith takes for granted are divine!
+  “Such is the nymph we want, all warmth and light,
+  “To crown the rich temptations of to-night;
+  “Such the refin’d enchantress that must be
+  “This hero’s vanquisher,—and thou art she!”
+
+    With her hands clasp’d, her lips apart and pale,
+  The maid had stood, gazing upon the Veil
+  From which these words, like south winds through a fence
+  Of Kerzrah flowers, came fill’d with pestilence;[55]
+  So boldly utter’d too! as if all dread
+  Of frowns from her, of virtuous frowns, were fled,
+  And the wretch felt assur’d that, once plung’d in,
+  Her woman’s soul would know no pause in sin!
+
+    At first, though mute she listen’d, like a dream
+  Seem’d all he said: nor could her mind, whose beam
+  As yet was weak, penetrate half his scheme.
+  But when, at length, he utter’d, “Thou art she!”
+  All flash’d at once, and shrieking piteously,
+  “Oh not for worlds!” she cried—“Great God! to whom
+  “I once knelt innocent, is this my doom?
+  “Are all my dreams, my hopes of heavenly bliss,
+  “My purity, my pride, then come to this,—
+  “To live, the wanton of a fiend! to be
+  “The pander of his guilt—oh infamy!
+  “And sunk, myself, as low as hell can steep
+  “In its hot flood, drag others down as deep!
+  “Others—ha! yes—that youth who came to-day—
+  “_Not_ him I lov’d—not him—oh! do but say,
+  “But swear to me this moment ’tis not he,
+  “And I will serve, dark fiend, will worship even thee!”
+
+    “Beware, young raving thing!—in time beware,
+  “Nor utter what I cannot, must not bear,
+  “Even from _thy_ lips. Go—try thy lute, thy voice,
+  “The boy must feel their magic;—I rejoice
+  “To see those fires, no matter whence they rise,
+  “Once more illuming my fair Priestess’ eyes;
+  “And should the youth, whom soon those eyes shall warm,
+  “_Indeed_ resemble thy dead lover’s form,
+  “So much the happier wilt thou find thy doom,
+  “As one warm lover, full of life and bloom,
+  “Excels ten thousand cold ones in the tomb.
+  “Nay, nay, no frowning, sweet!—those eyes were made
+  “For love, not anger—I must be obey’d.”
+
+    “Obey’d!—’tis well—yes, I deserve it all—
+  “On me, on me Heaven’s vengeance cannot fall
+  “Too heavily—but AZIM, brave and true
+  “And beautiful—must _he_ be ruin’d too?
+  “Must _he_ too, glorious as he is, be driven
+  “A renegade like me from Love and Heaven?
+  “Like me?—weak wretch, I wrong him—not like me;
+  “No—he’s all truth and strength and purity!
+  “Fill up your madd’ning hell-cup to the brim,
+  “Its witch’ry, fiends, will have no charm for him.
+  “Let loose your glowing wantons from their bowers,
+  “He loves, he loves, and can defy their powers!
+  “Wretch as I am, in _his_ heart still I reign
+  “Pure as when first we met, without a stain!
+  “Though ruin’d—lost—my memory, like a charm
+  “Left by the dead, still keeps his soul from harm.
+  “Oh! never let him know how deep the brow
+  “He kiss’d at parting is dishonour’d now;—
+  “Ne’er tell him how debas’d, how sunk is she,
+  “Whom once he lov’d—once!—_still_ loves dotingly.
+  “Thou laugh’st, tormentor,—what!—thou’lt brand my name?
+  “Do, do—in vain—he’ll not believe my shame—
+  “He thinks me true, that nought beneath God’s sky
+  “Could tempt or change me, and—so once thought I.
+  “But this is past—though worse than death my lot,
+  “Than hell—’tis nothing while _he_ knows it not.
+  “Far off to some benighted land I’ll fly,
+  “Where sunbeam ne’er shall enter till I die;
+  “Where none will ask the lost one whence she came,
+  “But I may fade and fall without a name.
+  “And thou—curst man or fiend, whate’er thou art,
+  “Who found’st this burning plague-spot in my heart,
+  “And spread’st it—oh, so quick!—through soul and frame,
+  “With more than demon’s art, till I became
+  “A loathsome thing, all pestilence, all flame!—
+  “If when I’m gone⸺”
+
+                       “Hold, fearless maniac, hold,
+  “Nor tempt my rage—by Heaven, not half so bold
+  “The puny bird, that dares with teasing hum
+  “Within the crocodile’s stretch’d jaws to come![56]
+  “And so thou’lt fly, forsooth?—what!—give up all
+  “Thy chaste dominion in the Haram Hall,
+  “Where now to Love and now to ALLA given,
+  “Half mistress and half saint, thou hang’st as even
+  “As doth MEDINA’S tomb, ’twixt hell and heaven!
+  “Thou’lt fly!—as easily may reptiles run,
+  “The gaunt snake once hath fix’d his eyes upon;
+  “As easily, when caught, the prey may be
+  “Pluck’d from his loving folds, as thou from me.
+  “No, no, ’tis fix’d—let good or ill betide,
+  “Thou’rt mine till death, till death MOKANNA’S bride!
+  “Hast thou forgot thy oath?”
+
+                              At this dread word,
+  The Maid, whose spirit his rude taunts had stirr’d
+  Through all its depth, and rous’d an anger there,
+  That burst and lighten’d ev’n through her despair—
+  Shrunk back, as if a blight were in the breath
+  That spoke that word, and stagger’d, pale as death.
+
+    “Yes, my sworn bride, let others seek in bowers
+  “Their bridal place—the charnel vault was ours!
+  “Instead of scents and balms, for thee and me
+  “Rose the rich steams of sweet mortality;
+  “Gay, flickering death-lights shone while we were wed,
+  “And, for our guests, a row of goodly Dead.
+  “(Immortal spirits in their time, no doubt,)
+  “From reeking shrouds upon the rite look’d out!
+  “That oath thou heard’st more lips than thine repeat—
+  “That cup—thou shudd’rest, Lady,—was it sweet?
+  “That cup we pledg’d, the charnel’s choicest wine,
+  “Hath bound thee—ay—body and soul all mine;
+  “Bound thee by chains that, whether blest or curst
+  “No matter now, not hell itself shall burst!
+  “Hence, woman, to the Haram, and look gay,
+  “Look wild, look—any thing but sad; yet stay—
+  “One moment more—from what this night hath pass’d,
+  “I see thou know’st me, know’st me _well_ at last.
+  “Ha! ha! and so, fond thing, thou thought’st all true,
+  “And that I love mankind?—I do, I do—
+  “As victims, love them; as the sea-dog doats
+  “Upon the small, sweet fry that round him floats;
+  “Or, as the Nile-bird loves the slime that gives
+  “That rank and venomous food on which she lives![57]—
+
+    “And, now thou seest my _soul’s_ angelic hue,
+  “’Tis time these _features_ were uncurtain’d too;—
+  “This brow, whose light—oh rare celestial light!
+  “Hath been reserv’d to bless thy favour’d sight;
+  “These dazzling eyes, before whose shrouded might
+  “Thou’st seen immortal Man kneel down and quake—
+  “Would that they _were_ heaven’s lightnings for his sake!
+  “But turn and look—then wonder, if thou wilt,
+  “That I should hate, should take revenge, by guilt,
+  “Upon the hand, whose mischief or whose mirth
+  “Sent me thus maim’d and monstrous upon earth;
+  “And on that race who, though more vile they be
+  “Than mowing apes, are demi-gods to me!
+  “Here—judge if hell, with all its power to damn,
+  “Can add one curse to the foul thing I am!”
+
+    He raised his veil—the Maid turn’d slowly round,
+  Look’d at him—shriek’d—and sunk upon the ground!
+
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+
+
+
+
+On their arrival, next night, at the place of encampment, they were
+surprised and delighted to find the groves all around illuminated; some
+artists of Yamtcheou[58] having been sent on previously for the purpose.
+On each side of the green alley, which led to the Royal Pavilion,
+artificial sceneries of bamboo-work[59] were erected, representing
+arches, minarets, and towers, from which hung thousands of silken
+lanterns, painted by the most delicate pencils of Canton.—Nothing could
+be more beautiful than the leaves of the mango-trees and acacias,
+shining in the light of the bamboo-scenery, which shed a lustre round as
+soft as that of the nights of Peristan.
+
+LALLA ROOKH, however, who was too much occupied by the sad story of
+ZELICA and her lover, to give a thought to anything else, except,
+perhaps, him who related it, hurried on through this scene of splendour
+to her pavilion,—greatly to the mortification of the poor artists of
+Yamtcheou,—and was followed with equal rapidity by the Great
+Chamberlain, cursing, as he went, that ancient Mandarin, whose parental
+anxiety in lighting up the shores of the lake, where his beloved
+daughter had wandered and been lost, was the origin of these fantastic
+Chinese illuminations.[60]
+
+Without a moment’s delay, young FERAMORZ was introduced, and FADLADEEN,
+who could never make up his mind as to the merits of a poet till he knew
+the religious sect to which he belonged, was about to ask him whether he
+was a Shia or a Sooni, when LALLA ROOKH impatiently clapped her hands
+for silence, and the youth, being seated upon the musnud near her,
+proceeded:—
+
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+
+
+
+
+  Prepare thy soul, young AZIM!—thou hast brav’d
+  The bands of GREECE, still mighty though enslav’d;
+  Hast fac’d her phalanx, arm’d with all its fame,
+  Her Macedonian pikes and globes of flame;
+  All this hast fronted, with firm heart and brow,
+  But a more perilous trial waits thee now,—
+  Woman’s bright eyes, a dazzling host of eyes
+  From every land where woman smiles or sighs;
+  Of every hue, as Love may chance to raise
+  His black or azure banner in their blaze;
+  And each sweet mode of warfare, from the flash
+  That lightens boldly through the shadowy lash,
+  To the sly, stealing splendours, almost hid,
+  Like swords half-sheath’d, beneath the downcast lid:—
+  Such, AZIM, is the lovely, luminous host
+  Now led against thee; and, let conquerors boast
+  Their fields of fame, he who in virtue arms
+  A young, warm spirit against beauty’s charms,
+  Who feels her brightness, yet defies her thrall,
+  Is the best, bravest conqueror of them all.
+
+    Now, through the Haram chambers, moving lights
+  And busy shapes proclaim the toilet’s rites;—
+  From room to room the ready handmaids hie,
+  Some skill’d to wreath the turban tastefully,
+  Or hang the veil, in negligence of shade,
+  O’er the warm blushes of the youthful maid,
+  Who, if between the folds but _one_ eye shone,
+  Like SEBA’S Queen could vanquish with that one:—[61]
+  While some bring leaves of Henna, to imbue
+  The fingers’ ends with a bright roseate hue,[62]
+  So bright, that in the mirror’s depth they seem
+  Like tips of coral branches in the stream;
+  And others mix the Kohol’s jetty dye,
+  To give that long, dark languish to the eye,[63]
+  Which makes the maids, whom kings are proud to cull
+  From fair Circassia’s vales, so beautiful.
+  All is in motion; rings and plumes and pearls
+  Are shining every where:—some younger girls
+  Are gone by moonlight to the garden beds,
+  To gather fresh, cool chaplets for their heads;—
+  Gay creatures! sweet, though mournful, ’tis to see
+  How each prefers a garland from that tree
+  Which brings to mind her childhood’s innocent day,
+  And the dear fields and friendships far away.
+  The maid of INDIA, blest again to hold
+  In her full lap the Champac’s leaves of gold,[64]
+  Thinks of the time when, by the GANGES’ flood,
+  Her little playmates scatter’d many a bud
+  Upon her long black hair, with glossy gleam
+  Just dripping from the consecrated stream;
+  While the young Arab, haunted by the smell
+  Of her own mountain flowers, as by a spell,—
+  The sweet Elcaya,[65] and that courteous tree
+  Which bows to all who seek its canopy,[66]
+  Sees, call’d up round her by these magic scents,
+  The well, the camels, and her father’s tents;
+  Sighs for the home she left with little pain,
+  And wishes even its sorrows back again!
+
+    Meanwhile, through vast illuminated halls,
+  Silent and bright, where nothing but the falls
+  Of fragrant waters, gushing with cool sound
+  From many a jasper fount, is heard around,
+  Young AZIM roams bewilder’d,—nor can guess
+  What means this maze of light and loneliness.
+  Here, the way leads, o’er tessellated floors
+  Or mats of CAIRO, through long corridors,
+  Where, rang’d in cassolets and silver urns,
+  Sweet wood of aloe or of sandal burns;
+  And spicy rods, such as illume at night
+  The bowers of TIBET,[67] send forth odorous light,
+  Like Peris’ wands, when pointing out the road
+  For some pure Spirit to its blest abode:—
+  And here, at once, the glittering saloon
+  Bursts on his sight, boundless and bright as noon;
+  Where, in the midst, reflecting back the rays
+  In broken rainbows, a fresh fountain plays
+  High as the’ enamell’d cupola, which towers
+  All rich with Arabesques of gold and flowers:
+  And the mosaic floor beneath shines through
+  The sprinkling of that fountain’s silv’ry dew,
+  Like the wet, glistening shells, of every dye,
+  That on the margin of the Red Sea lie.
+
+    Here too he traces the kind visitings
+  Of woman’s love in those fair, living things
+  Of land and wave, whose fate—in bondage thrown
+  For their weak loveliness—is like her own!
+  On one side gleaming with a sudden grace
+  Through water, brilliant as the crystal vase
+  In which it undulates, small fishes shine,
+  Like golden ingots from a fairy mine;—
+  While, on the other, latticed lightly in
+  With odoriferous woods of COMORIN,[68]
+  Each brilliant bird that wings the air is seen;—
+  Gay, sparkling loories, such as gleam between
+  The crimson blossoms of the coral tree[69]
+  In the warm Isles of India’s sunny sea:
+  Mecca’s blue sacred pigeon,[70] and the thrush
+  Of Hindostan,[71] whose holy warblings gush,
+  At evening, from the tall pagoda’s top;—
+  Those golden birds that, in the spice-time, drop
+  About the gardens, drunk with that sweet food[72]
+  Whose scent hath lur’d them o’er the summer flood;[73]
+  And those that under Araby’s soft sun
+  Build their high nests of budding cinnamon:[74]
+  In short, all rare and beauteous things, that fly
+  Through the pure element, here calmly lie
+  Sleeping in light, like the green birds[75] that dwell
+  In Eden’s radiant fields of asphodel!
+
+    So on, through scenes past all imagining,
+  More like the luxuries of that impious King,[76]
+  Whom Death’s dark angel, with his lightning torch,
+  Struck down and blasted even in Pleasure’s porch,
+  Than the pure dwelling of a Prophet sent,
+  Arm’d with Heaven’s sword, for man’s enfranchisement—
+  Young AZIM wander’d, looking sternly round,
+  His simple garb and war-boots’ clanking sound
+  But ill according with the pomp and grace
+  And silent lull of that voluptuous place.
+
+    “Is this, then,” thought the youth, “is this the way
+  “To free man’s spirit from the dead’ning sway
+  “Of worldly sloth,—to teach him while he lives,
+  “To know no bliss but that which virtue gives,
+  “And when he dies, to leave his lofty name
+  “A light, a landmark on the cliffs of fame?
+  “It was not so, Land of the generous thought
+  “And daring deed, thy godlike sages taught;
+  “It was not thus, in bowers of wanton ease,
+  “Thy Freedom nurs’d her sacred energies;
+  “Oh! not beneath the’ enfeebling, withering glow
+  “Of such dull luxury did those myrtles grow,
+  “With which she wreath’d her sword, when she would dare
+  “Immortal deeds; but in the bracing air
+  “Of toil,—of temperance,—of that high, rare,
+  “Ethereal virtue, which alone can breathe
+  “Life, health, and lustre into Freedom’s wreath.
+  “Who, that surveys this span of earth we press,—
+  “This speck of life in time’s great wilderness,
+  “This narrow isthmus ’twixt two boundless seas,
+  “The past, the future, two eternities!—
+  “Would sully the bright spot, or leave it bare,
+  “When he might build him a proud temple there,
+  “A name, that long shall hallow all its space,
+  “And be each purer soul’s high resting-place?
+  “But no—it cannot be, that one, whom God
+  “Hath sent to break the wizard Falsehood’s rod,—
+  “A Prophet of the Truth, whose mission draws
+  “Its rights from Heaven, should thus profane its cause
+  “With the world’s vulgar pomps;—no, no,—I see—
+  “He thinks me weak—this glare of luxury
+  “Is but to tempt, to try the eaglet gaze
+  “Of my young soul—shine on, ’twill stand the blaze!”
+
+    So thought the youth;—but, ev’n while he defied
+  This witching scene, he felt its witchery glide
+  Through ev’ry sense. The perfume breathing round,
+  Like a pervading spirit;—the still sound
+  Of falling waters, lulling as the song
+  Of Indian bees at sunset, when they throng
+  Around the fragrant NILICA, and deep
+  In its blue blossoms hum themselves to sleep;[77]
+  And music, too—dear music! that can touch
+  Beyond all else the soul that loves it much—
+  Now heard far off, so far as but to seem
+  Like the faint, exquisite music of a dream;
+  All was too much for him, too full of bliss,
+  The heart could nothing feel, that felt not this;
+  Soften’d he sunk upon a couch, and gave
+  His soul up to sweet thoughts, like wave on wave
+  Succeeding to smooth seas, when storms are laid;
+  He thought of ZELICA, his own dear maid,
+  And of the time, when, full of blissful sighs,
+  They sat and look’d into each other’s eyes,
+  Silent and happy—as if God had given
+  Nought else worth looking at on this side heaven.
+
+    “Oh, my lov’d mistress, thou, whose spirit still
+  “Is with me, round me, wander where I will—
+  “It is for thee, for thee alone I seek
+  “The paths of glory; to light up thy cheek
+  “With warm approval—in that gentle look
+  “To read my praise, as in an angel’s book,
+  “And think all toils rewarded, when from thee
+  “I gain a smile worth immortality!
+  “How shall I bear the moment when restor’d
+  “To that young heart where I alone am Lord,
+  “Though of such bliss unworthy,—since the best
+  “Alone deserve to be the happiest;—
+  “When from those lips, unbreath’d upon for years,
+  “I shall again kiss off the soul-felt tears,
+  “And find those tears warm as when last they started,
+  “Those sacred kisses pure as when we parted?
+  “O my own life!—why should a single day,
+  “A moment keep me from those arms away?”
+
+    While thus he thinks, still nearer on the breeze
+  Come those delicious, dream-like harmonies,
+  Each note of which but adds new, downy links
+  To the soft chain in which his spirit sinks.
+  He turns him tow’rd the sound, and far away
+  Through a long vista, sparkling with the play
+  Of countless lamps,—like the rich track which Day
+  Leaves on the waters, when he sinks from us,
+  So long the path, its light so tremulous;—
+  He sees a group of female forms advance,
+  Some chain’d together in the mazy dance
+  By fetters, forg’d in the green sunny bowers,
+  As they were captives to the King of Flowers;[78]
+  And some disporting round, unlink’d and free,
+  Who seem’d to mock their sisters’ slavery;
+  And round and round them still, in wheeling flight,
+  Went, like gay moths about a lamp at night;
+  While others walk’d, as gracefully along
+  Their feet kept time, the very soul of song,
+  From psaltery, pipe, and lutes of heavenly thrill,
+  Or their own youthful voices, heavenlier still.
+  And now they come, now pass before his eye,
+  Forms such as Nature moulds, when she would vie
+  With Fancy’s pencil, and give birth to things
+  Lovely beyond its fairest picturings.
+  Awhile they dance before him, then divide,
+  Breaking, like rosy clouds at even-tide
+  Around the rich pavilion of the sun,—
+  Till silently dispersing, one by one
+  Through many a path, that from the chamber leads
+  To gardens, terraces, and moonlight meads,
+  Their distant laughter comes upon the wind,
+  And but one trembling nymph remains behind,—
+  Beck’ning them back in vain, for they are gone,
+  And she is left in all that light alone;
+  No veil to curtain o’er her beauteous brow,
+  In its young bashfulness more beauteous now;
+  But a light golden chain-work round her hair,[79]
+  Such as the maids of YEZD[80] and SHIRAS wear,
+  From which, on either side, gracefully hung
+  A golden amulet, in the Arab tongue,
+  Engraven o’er with some immortal line
+  From Holy Writ, or bard scarce less divine;
+  While her left hand, as shrinkingly she stood,
+  Held a small lute of gold and sandal-wood,
+  Which, once or twice, she touch’d with hurried strain,
+  Then took her trembling fingers off again.
+  But when at length a timid glance she stole
+  At AZIM, the sweet gravity of soul
+  She saw through all his features calm’d her fear,
+  And, like a half-tam’d antelope, more near,
+  Though shrinking still, she came;—then sat her down
+  Upon a musnud’s[81] edge, and, bolder grown,
+  In the pathetic mode of ISFAHAN[82]
+  Touch’d a preluding strain, and thus began:—
+
+
+                             --------------
+
+
+    There’s a bower of roses by BENDEMEER’S[83] stream,
+      And the nightingale sings round it all the day long;
+    In the time of my childhood ’twas like a sweet dream,
+      To sit in the roses and hear the bird’s song.
+
+    That bower and its music I never forget,
+      But oft when alone in the bloom of the year,
+    I think—is the nightingale singing there yet?
+      Are the roses still bright by the calm BENDEMEER?
+
+    No, the roses soon wither’d that hung o’er the wave,
+      But some blossoms were gather’d, while freshly they shone,
+    And a dew was distill’d from their flowers, that gave
+      All the fragrance of summer, when summer was gone.
+
+    Thus memory draws from delight, ere it dies,
+      An essence that breathes of it many a year;
+    Thus bright to my soul, as ’twas then to my eyes,
+      Is that bower on the banks of the calm BENDEMEER.
+
+
+                             --------------
+
+
+    “Poor maiden!” thought the youth, “if thou wert sent,
+  “With thy soft lute and beauty’s blandishment,
+  “To wake unholy wishes in this heart,
+  “Or tempt its truth, thou little know’st the art.
+  “For though thy lip should sweetly counsel wrong,
+  “Those vestal eyes would disavow its song.
+  “But thou hast breath’d such purity, thy lay
+  “Returns so fondly to youth’s virtuous day,
+  “And leads thy soul—if e’er it wander’d thence—
+  “So gently back to its first innocence,
+  “That I would sooner stop the unchained dove,
+  “When swift returning to its home of love,
+  “And round its snowy wing new fetters twine,
+  “Than turn from virtue one pure wish of thine!”
+
+    Scarce had this feeling pass’d, when, sparkling through
+  The gently open’d curtains of light blue
+  That veil’d the breezy casement, countless eyes,
+  Peeping like stars through the blue evening skies,
+  Look’d laughing in, as if to mock the pair
+  That sat so still and melancholy there:—
+  And now the curtains fly apart, and in
+  From the cool air, ’mid showers of jessamine
+  Which those without fling after them in play,
+  Two lightsome maidens spring,—lightsome as they
+  Who live in the’ air on odours,—and around
+  The bright saloon, scarce conscious of the ground,
+  Chase one another, in a varying dance
+  Of mirth and languor, coyness and advance,
+  Too eloquently like love’s warm pursuit:—
+  While she, who sung so gently to the lute
+  Her dream of home, steals timidly away,
+  Shrinking as violets do in summer’s ray,—
+  But takes with her from AZIM’S heart that sigh
+  We sometimes give to forms that pass us by
+  In the world’s crowd, too lovely to remain,
+  Creatures of light we never see again!
+
+    Around the white necks of the nymphs who danc’d
+  Hung carcanets of orient gems, that glanc’d
+  More brilliant than the sea-glass glittering o’er
+  The hills of crystal on the Caspian shore;[84]
+  While from their long, dark tresses, in a fall
+  Of curls descending, bells as musical
+  As those that, on the golden-shafted trees
+  Of EDEN, shake in the eternal breeze,[85]
+  Rung round their steps, at every bound more sweet,
+  As ’twere the’ extatic language of their feet.
+  At length the chase was o’er, and they stood wreath’d
+  Within each other’s arms; while soft there breath’d
+  Through the cool casement, mingled with the sighs
+  Of moonlight flowers, music that seem’d to rise
+  From some still lake, so liquidly it rose;
+  And, as it swell’d again at each faint close,
+  The ear could track, through all that maze of chords
+  And young sweet voices, these impassion’d words;—
+
+
+                             --------------
+
+
+    A SPIRIT there is, whose fragrant sigh
+      Is burning now through earth and air:
+    Where cheeks are blushing, the Spirit is nigh;
+      Where lips are meeting, the Spirit is there!
+
+    His breath is the soul of flowers like these,
+      And his floating eyes—oh! _they_ resemble[86]
+    Blue water-lilies,[87] when the breeze
+      Is making the stream around them tremble.
+
+    Hail to thee, hail to thee, kindling power!
+      Spirit of Love, Spirit of Bliss!
+    Thy holiest time is the moonlight hour,
+      And there never was moonlight so sweet as this.
+
+          By the fair and brave
+            Who blushing unite,
+          Like the sun and wave,
+            When they meet at night;
+
+          By the tear that shows
+            When passion is nigh,
+          As the rain-drop flows
+            From the heat of the sky;
+
+          By the first love-beat
+            Of the youthful heart,
+          By the bliss to meet,
+            And the pain to part;
+
+          By all that thou hast
+            To mortals given,
+          Which—oh, could it last,
+            This earth were heaven!
+
+    We call thee hither, entrancing Power!
+      Spirit of Love! Spirit of Bliss!
+    Thy holiest time is the moonlight hour,
+      And there never was moonlight so sweet as this.
+
+
+                             --------------
+
+
+    Impatient of a scene, whose luxuries stole,
+  Spite of himself, too deep into his soul,
+  And where, midst all that the young heart loves most,
+  Flowers, music, smiles, to yield was to be lost,
+  The youth had started up, and turn’d away
+  From the light nymphs, and their luxurious lay,
+  To muse upon the pictures that hung round,—[88]
+  Bright images, that spoke without a sound,
+  And views, like vistas into fairy ground.
+  But here again new spells came o’er his sense:—
+  All that the pencil’s mute omnipotence
+  Could call up into life, of soft and fair,
+  Of fond and passionate, was glowing there;
+  Nor yet too warm, but touched with that fine art
+  Which paints of pleasure but the purer part;
+  Which knows even Beauty when half-veil’d is best,—
+  Like her own radiant planet of the west,
+  Whose orb when half retir’d looks loveliest.[89]
+  _There_ hung the history of the Genii-King,
+  Traced through each gay, voluptuous wandering
+  With her from SABA’S bowers, in whose bright eyes
+  He read that to be blest is to be wise;—[90]
+  _Here_ fond ZULEIKA[91] woos with open arms
+  The Hebrew boy, who flies from her young charms,
+  Yet, flying, turns to gaze, and, half undone,
+  Wishes that Heaven and she could _both_ be won;
+  And here MOHAMMED, born for love and guile,
+  Forgets the Koran in his MARY’S smile;—
+  Then beckons some kind angel from above
+  With a new text to consecrate their love.[92]
+
+    With rapid step, yet pleas’d and ling’ring eye,
+  Did the youth pass these pictur’d stories by,
+  And hasten’d to a casement, where the light
+  Of the calm moon came in, and freshly bright
+  The fields without were seen, sleeping as still
+  As if no life remain’d in breeze or rill.
+  Here paus’d he, while the music, now less near,
+  Breath’d with a holier language on his ear,
+  As though the distance, and that heavenly ray
+  Through which the sounds came floating, took away
+  All that had been too earthly in the lay.
+
+    Oh! could he listen to such sounds unmov’d,
+  And by that light—nor dream of her he lov’d?
+  Dream on, unconscious boy! while yet thou may’st;
+  ’Tis the last bliss thy soul shall ever taste.
+  Clasp yet awhile her image to thy heart,
+  Ere all the light, that made it dear, depart.
+  Think of her smiles as when thou saw’st them last,
+  Clear, beautiful, by nought of earth o’ercast;
+  Recall her tears, to thee at parting given,
+  Pure as they weep, _if_ angels weep, in Heaven.
+  Think, in her own still bower she waits thee now,
+  With the same glow of heart and bloom of brow,
+  Yet shrin’d in solitude—thine all, thine only,
+  Like the one star above thee, bright and lonely.
+  Oh! that a dream so sweet, so long enjoy’d,
+  Should be so sadly, cruelly destroy’d!
+
+    The song is hush’d, the laughing nymphs are flown,
+  And he is left, musing of bliss, alone;—
+  Alone?—no, not alone—that heavy sigh,
+  That sob of grief, which broke from some one nigh—
+  Whose could it be?—alas! is misery found
+  Here, even here, on this enchanted ground?
+  He turns, and sees a female form, close veil’d,
+  Leaning, as if both heart and strength had fail’d,
+  Against a pillar near;—not glittering o’er
+  With gems and wreaths, such as the others wore,
+  But in that deep-blue, melancholy dress,[93]
+  BOKHARA’S maidens wear in mindfulness
+  Of friends or kindred, dead or far away;—
+  And such as ZELICA had on that day
+  He left her—when, with heart too full to speak,
+  He took away her last warm tears upon his cheek.
+
+    A strange emotion stirs within him,—more
+  Than mere compassion ever wak’d before;
+  Unconsciously he opes his arms, while she
+  Springs forward, as with life’s last energy,
+  But, swooning in that one convulsive bound,
+  Sinks, ere she reach his arms, upon the ground;—
+  Her veil falls off—her faint hands clasp his knees—
+  ’Tis she herself!—’tis ZELICA he sees!
+  But, ah, so pale, so chang’d—none but a lover
+  Could in that wreck of beauty’s shrine discover
+  The once ador’d divinity—even he
+  Stood for some moments mute, and doubtingly
+  Put back the ringlets from her brow, and gaz’d
+  Upon those lids, where once such lustre blaz’d,
+  Ere he could think she was _indeed_ his own,
+  Own darling maid, whom he so long had known
+  In joy and sorrow, beautiful in both;
+  Who, even when grief was heaviest—when loth
+  He left her for the wars—in that worst hour
+  Sat in her sorrow like the sweet night-flower,[94]
+  When darkness brings its weeping glories out,
+  And spreads its sighs like frankincense about.
+
+    “Look up, my ZELICA—one moment show
+  “Those gentle eyes to me, that I may know
+  “Thy life, thy loveliness is not all gone,
+  “But _there_, at least, shines as it ever shone.
+  “Come, look upon thy AZIM—one dear glance,
+  “Like those of old, were heaven! whatever chance
+  “Hath brought thee here, oh, ’twas a blessed one!
+  “There—my lov’d lips—they move—that kiss hath run
+  “Like the first shoot of life through every vein,
+  “And now I clasp her, mine, all mine again.
+  “Oh the delight—now, in this very hour,
+  “When had the whole rich world been in my power,
+  “I should have singled out thee, only thee,
+  “From the whole world’s collected treasury—
+  “To have thee here—to hang thus fondly o’er
+  “My own, best, purest ZELICA once more!”
+
+    It was indeed the touch of those fond lips
+  Upon her eyes that chas’d their short eclipse,
+  And, gradual as the snow, at Heaven’s breath,
+  Melts off and shows the azure flowers beneath,
+  Her lids unclos’d, and the bright eyes were seen
+  Gazing on his—not, as they late had been,
+  Quick, restless, wild, but mournfully serene;
+  As if to lie, even for that tranced minute,
+  So near his heart, had consolation in it;
+  And thus to wake in his belov’d caress
+  Took from her soul one half its wretchedness.
+  But, when she heard him call her good and pure,
+  Oh, ’twas too much—too dreadful to endure!
+  Shudd’ring she broke away from his embrace,
+  And, hiding with both hands her guilty face,
+  Said, in a tone whose anguish would have riven
+  A heart of very marble, “Pure!—oh Heaven!”—
+
+    That tone—those looks so chang’d—the withering blight,
+  That sin and sorrow leave where’er they light;
+  The dead despondency of those sunk eyes,
+  Where once, had he thus met her by surprise,
+  He would have seen himself, too happy boy,
+  Reflected in a thousand lights of joy;
+  And then the place,—that bright, unholy place,
+  Where vice lay hid beneath each winning grace
+  And charm of luxury, as the viper weaves
+  Its wily covering of sweet balsam leaves,—[95]
+  All struck upon his heart, sudden and cold
+  As death itself;—it needs not to be told—
+  No, no—he sees it all, plain as the brand
+  Of burning shame can mark—whate’er the hand,
+  That could from Heaven and him such brightness sever,
+  ’Tis done—to Heaven and him she’s lost for ever!
+  It was a dreadful moment; not the tears,
+  The lingering, lasting misery of years
+  Could match that minute’s anguish—all the worst
+  Of sorrow’s elements in that dark burst
+  Broke o’er his soul, and, with one crash of fate,
+  Laid the whole hopes of his life desolate.
+
+    “Oh! curse me not,” she cried, as wild he toss’d
+  His desperate hand tow’rds Heaven—“though I am lost,
+  “Think not that guilt, that falsehood made me fall,
+  “No, no—’twas grief, ’twas madness did it all!
+  “Nay, doubt me not—though all thy love hath ceas’d—
+  “I know it hath—yet, yet believe, at least,
+  “That every spark of reason’s light must be
+  “Quench’d in this brain, ere I could stray from thee.
+  “They told me thou wert dead—why, AZIM, why
+  “Did we not, both of us, that instant die
+  “When we were parted? oh! could’st thou but know
+  “With what a deep devotedness of woe
+  “I wept thy absence—o’er and o’er again
+  “Thinking of thee, still thee, till thought grew pain,
+  “And memory, like a drop that, night and day,
+  “Falls cold and ceaseless, wore my heart away.
+  “Didst thou but know how pale I sat at home,
+  “My eyes still turn’d the way thou wert to come,
+  “And, all the long, long night of hope and fear,
+  “Thy voice and step still sounding in my ear—
+  “Oh God! thou would’st not wonder that, at last,
+  “When every hope was all at once o’ercast,
+  “When I heard frightful voices round me say
+  “_Azim is dead!_—this wretched brain gave way,
+  “And I became a wreck, at random driven,
+  “Without one glimpse of reason or of Heaven—
+  “All wild—and even this quenchless love within
+  “Turn’d to foul fires to light me into sin!—
+  “Thou pitiest me—I knew thou would’st—that sky
+  “Hath nought beneath it half so lorn as I.
+  “The fiend, who lur’d me hither—hist! come near,
+  “Or thou too, _thou_ art lost, if he should hear—
+  “Told me such things—oh! with such devilish art
+  “As would have ruin’d even a holier heart—
+  “Of thee, and of that ever-radiant sphere,
+  “Where bless’d at length, if I but serv’d _him_ here,
+  “I should for ever live in thy dear sight,—
+  “And drink from those pure eyes eternal light.
+  “Think, think how lost, how madden’d I must be,
+  “To hope that guilt could lead to God or thee!
+  “Thou weep’st for me—do weep—oh, that I durst
+  “Kiss off that tear! but, no—these lips are curst,
+  “They must not touch thee;—one divine caress,
+  “One blessed moment of forgetfulness
+  “I’ve had within those arms, and _that_ shall lie,
+  “Shrin’d in my soul’s deep memory till I die;
+  “The last of joy’s last relics here below,
+  “The one sweet drop, in all this waste of woe,
+  “My heart has treasur’d from affection’s spring,
+  “To soothe and cool its deadly withering!
+  “But thou—yes, thou must go—for ever go;
+  “This place is not for thee—for thee! oh no,
+  “Did I but tell thee half, thy tortur’d brain
+  “Would burn like mine, and mine grow wild again!
+  “Enough, that Guilt reigns here—that hearts, once good,
+  “Now tainted, chill’d, and broken, are his food.—
+  “Enough, that we are parted—that there rolls
+  “A flood of headlong fate between our souls,
+  “Whose darkness severs me as wide from thee
+  “As hell from heaven, to all eternity!”
+
+    “ZELICA, ZELICA!” the youth exclaim’d,
+  In all the tortures of a mind inflam’d
+  Almost to madness—“by that sacred Heaven,
+  “Where yet, if prayers can move, thou’lt be forgiven,
+  “As thou art here—here, in this writhing heart,
+  “All sinful, wild, and ruin’d as thou art!
+  “By the remembrance of our once pure love,
+  “Which, like a church-yard light, still burns above
+  “The grave of our lost souls—which guilt in thee
+  “Cannot extinguish, nor despair in me!
+  “I do conjure, implore thee to fly hence—
+  “If thou hast yet one spark of innocence,
+  “Fly with me from this place⸺”
+                                  “With thee! oh bliss!
+  “’Tis worth whole years of torment to hear this.
+  “What! take the lost one with thee?—let her rove
+  “By thy dear side, as in those days of love,
+  “When we were both so happy, both so pure—
+  “Too heavenly dream! if there’s on earth a cure
+  “For the sunk heart, ’tis this—day after day
+  “To be the blest companion of thy way;
+  “To hear thy angel eloquence—to see
+  “Those virtuous eyes for ever turn’d on me;
+  “And, in their light re-chasten’d silently,
+  “Like the stain’d web that whitens in the sun,
+  “Grow pure by being purely shone upon!
+  “And thou wilt pray for me—I know thou wilt—
+  “At the dim vesper hour, when thoughts of guilt
+  “Come heaviest o’er the heart, thou’lt lift thine eyes,
+  “Full of sweet tears, unto the dark’ning skies,
+  “And plead for me with Heaven, till I can dare
+  “To fix my own weak, sinful glances there;
+  “Till the good angels, when they see me cling
+  “For ever near thee, pale and sorrowing,
+  “Shall for thy sake pronounce my soul forgiven,
+  “And bid thee take thy weeping slave to Heaven!
+  “Oh yes, I’ll fly with thee⸺”
+
+                                 Scarce had she said
+  These breathless words, when a voice deep and dread
+  As that of MONKER, waking up the dead
+  From their first sleep—so startling ’twas to both—
+  Rung through the casement near, “Thy oath! thy oath!”
+  Oh Heaven, the ghastliness of that Maid’s look!—
+  “’Tis he,” faintly she cried, while terror shook
+  Her inmost core, nor durst she lift her eyes,
+  Though through the casement, now, nought but the skies
+  And moonlight fields were seen, calm as before—
+  “’Tis he, and I am his—all, all is o’er—
+  “Go—fly this instant, or thou’rt ruin’d too—
+  “My oath, my oath, oh God! ’tis all too true,
+  “True as the worm in this cold heart it is—
+  “I am MOKANNA’S bride—his, AZIM, his—
+  “The Dead stood round us, while I spoke that vow,
+  “Their blue lips echo’d it—I hear them now!
+  “Their eyes glar’d on me, while I pledg’d that bowl,
+  “’Twas burning blood—I feel it in my soul!
+  “And the Veil’d Bridegroom—hist! I’ve seen to-night
+  “What angels know not of—so foul a sight,
+  “So horrible—oh! never may’st thou see
+  “What _there_ lies hid from all but hell and me!
+  “But I must hence—off, off—I am not thine,
+  “Nor Heaven’s, nor Love’s, nor aught that is divine—
+  “Hold me not—ha! think’st thou the fiends that sever
+  “Hearts, cannot sunder hands?—thus, then—for ever!”
+
+    With all that strength, which madness lends the weak,
+  She flung away his arm; and, with a shriek,
+  Whose sound, though he should linger out more years
+  Than wretch e’er told, can never leave his ears—
+  Flew up through that long avenue of light,
+  Fleetly as some dark, ominous bird of night
+  Across the sun, and soon was out of sight!
+
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+
+
+
+LALLA ROOKH could think of nothing all day but the misery of these two
+young lovers. Her gaiety was gone, and she looked pensively even upon
+FADLADEEN. She felt, too, without knowing why, a sort of uneasy pleasure
+in imagining that AZIM must have been just such a youth as FERAMORZ;
+just as worthy to enjoy all the blessings, without any of the pangs, of
+that illusive passion which too often, like the sunny apples of
+Istkahar,[96] is all sweetness on one side, and all bitterness on the
+other.
+
+As they passed along a sequestered river after sunset, they saw a young
+Hindoo girl upon the bank,[97] whose employment seemed to them so
+strange, that they stopped their palankeens to observe her. She had
+lighted a small lamp, filled with oil of cocoa, and placing it in an
+earthen dish, adorned with a wreath of flowers, had committed it with a
+trembling hand to the stream; and was now anxiously watching its
+progress down the current, heedless of the gay cavalcade which had drawn
+up beside her. LALLA ROOKH was all curiosity;—when one of her
+attendants, who had lived upon the banks of the Ganges (where this
+ceremony is so frequent, that often, in the dusk of the evening, the
+river is seen glittering all over with lights, like the Oton-tala, or
+Sea of Stars),[98] informed the Princess that it was the usual way, in
+which the friends of those who had gone on dangerous voyages offered up
+vows for their safe return. If the lamp sunk immediately, the omen was
+disastrous; but if it went shining down the stream, and continued to
+burn until entirely out of sight, the return of the beloved object was
+considered as certain.
+
+  LALLA ROOKH, as they moved on, more than once looked back, to observe
+how the young Hindoo’s lamp proceeded; and, while she saw with pleasure
+that it was still unextinguished, she could not help fearing that all
+the hopes of this life were no better than that feeble light upon the
+river. The remainder of the journey was passed in silence. She now, for
+the first time, felt that shade of melancholy, which comes over the
+youthful maiden’s heart, as sweet and transient as her own breath upon a
+mirror; nor was it till she heard the lute of FERAMORZ, touched lightly
+at the door of her pavilion, that she waked from the reverie in which
+she had been wandering. Instantly her eyes were lighted up with
+pleasure; and after a few unheard remarks from FADLADEEN, upon the
+indecorum of a poet seating himself in presence of a Princess, every
+thing was arranged as on the preceding evening and all listened with
+eagerness, while the story was thus continued:—
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+
+
+
+  Whose are the gilded tents that crowd the way,
+  Where all was waste and silent yesterday?
+  This City of War, which, in a few short hours,
+  Hath sprung up here,[99] as if the magic powers
+  Of Him who, in the twinkling of a star,
+  Built the high pillar’d halls of CHILMINAR,[100]
+  Had conjur’d up, far as the eye can see,
+  This world of tents, and domes, and sun-bright armory:—
+  Princely pavilions, screen’d by many a fold
+  Of crimson cloth, and topp’d with balls of gold:—
+  Steeds, with their housings of rich silver spun,
+  Their chains and poitrels, glittering in the sun;
+  And camels, tufted o’er with Yemen’s shells,[101]
+  Shaking in every breeze their light-ton’d bells!
+
+    But yester-eve, so motionless around,
+  So mute was this wide plain, that not a sound
+  But the far torrent, or the locust bird[102]
+  Hunting among the thickets, could be heard;—
+  Yet hark! what discords now, of every kind,
+  Shouts, laughs, and screams are revelling in the wind;
+  The neigh of cavalry;—the tinkling throngs
+  Of laden camels and their drivers’ songs;—[103]
+  Ringing of arms, and flapping in the breeze
+  Of streamers from ten thousand canopies;—
+  War-music, bursting out from time to time,
+  With gong and tymbalon’s tremendous chime;—
+  Or, in the pause, when harsher sounds are mute,
+  The mellow breathings of some horn or flute,
+  That far off, broken by the eagle note
+  Of the’ Abyssinian trumpet,[104] swell and float.
+
+    Who leads this mighty army?—ask ye “who?”
+  And mark ye not those banners of dark hue,
+  The Night and Shadow,[105] over yonder tent?—
+  It is the CALIPH’S glorious armament.
+  Roused in his Palace by the dread alarms,
+  That hourly came, of the false Prophet’s arms,
+  And of his host of infidels, who hurl’d
+  Defiance fierce at Islam[106] and the world,—
+  Though worn with Grecian warfare, and behind
+  The veils of his bright Palace calm reclin’d,
+  Yet brook’d he not such blasphemy should stain,
+  Thus unreveng’d, the evening of his reign;
+  But, having sworn upon the Holy Grave[107]
+  To conquer or to perish, once more gave
+  His shadowy banners proudly to the breeze,
+  And with an army, nurs’d in victories,
+  Here stands to crush the rebels that o’er-run
+  His blest and beauteous Province of the Sun.
+
+    Ne’er did the march of MAHADI display
+  Such pomp before;—not even when on his way
+  To MECCA’S Temple, when both land and sea
+  Were spoil’d to feed the Pilgrim’s luxury;[108]
+  When round him, ’mid the burning sands, he saw
+  Fruits of the North in icy freshness thaw,
+  And cool’d his thirsty lip, beneath the glow
+  Of MECCA’S sun, with urns of Persian snow:[109]—
+  Nor e’er did armament more grand than that
+  Pour from the kingdoms of the Caliphat.
+  First, in the van, the People of the Rock,[110]
+  On their light mountain steeds, of royal stock:[111]
+  Then, chieftains of DAMASCUS, proud to see
+  The flashing of their swords’ rich marquetry;[112]—
+  Men, from the regions near the VOLGA’S mouth,
+  Mix’d with the rude, black archers of the South;
+  And Indian lancers, in white turban’d ranks,
+  From the far SINDE, or ATTOCK’S sacred banks,
+  With dusky legions from the land of Myrrh,[113]
+  And many a mace-arm’d Moor and Mid-sea islander.
+
+    Nor less in number, though more new and rude
+  In warfare’s school, was the vast multitude
+  That, fir’d by zeal, or by oppression wrong’d,
+  Round the white standard of the’ impostor throng’d.
+  Beside his thousands of Believers—blind,
+  Burning and headlong as the Samiel wind—
+  Many who felt, and more who fear’d to feel
+  The bloody Islamite’s converting steel,
+  Flock’d to his banner;—Chiefs of the’ UZBEK race,
+  Waving their heron crests with martial grace;[114]
+  TURKOMANS, countless as their flocks, led forth
+  From the’ aromatic pastures of the North;
+  Wild warriors of the turquoise hills,[115]—and those
+  Who dwell beyond the everlasting snows
+  Of HINDOO KOSH,[116] in stormy freedom bred,
+  Their fort the rock, their camp the torrent’s bed.
+  But none, of all who own’d the Chief’s command,
+  Rush’d to that battle-field with bolder hand,
+  Or sterner hate, than IRAN’S outlaw’d men,
+  Her Worshippers of Fire[117]—all panting then
+  For vengeance on the’ accursed Saracen;
+  Vengeance at last for their dear country spurn’d,
+  Her throne usurp’d, and her bright shrines o’erturned.
+  From YEZD’S[118] eternal Mansion of the Fire,
+  Where aged saints in dreams of Heaven expire:
+  From BADKU, and those fountains of blue flame
+  That burn into the CASPIAN,[119] fierce they came,
+  Careless for what or whom the blow was sped,
+  So vengeance triumph’d, and their tyrants bled.
+
+    Such was the wild and miscellaneous host,
+  That high in air their motley banners tost
+  Around the Prophet-Chief—all eyes still bent
+  Upon that glittering Veil, where’er it went,
+  That beacon through the battle’s stormy flood,
+  That rainbow of the field, whose showers were blood!
+
+    Twice hath the sun upon their conflict set,
+  And risen again, and found them grappling yet;
+  While streams of carnage, in his noontide blaze,
+  Smoke up to Heaven—hot as that crimson haze,
+  By which the prostrate Caravan is aw’d,[120]
+  In the red Desert, when the wind’s abroad.
+  “On, Swords of God!” the panting CALIPH calls,—
+  “Thrones for the living—Heaven for him who falls!”
+  “On, brave avengers, on,” MOKANNA cries,
+  “And EBLIS blast the recreant slave that flies!”
+  Now comes the brunt, the crisis of the day—
+  They clash—they strive—the CALIPH’S troops give way!
+  MOKANNA’S self plucks the black Banner down,
+  And now the Orient World’s Imperial crown
+  Is just within his grasp—when, hark, that shout!
+  Some hand hath check’d the flying Moslem’s rout;
+  And now they turn, they rally—at their head
+  A warrior, (like those angel youths who led,
+  In glorious panoply of Heaven’s own mail,
+  The Champions of the Faith through BEDER’S vale,[121])
+  Bold as if gifted with ten thousand lives,
+  Turns on the fierce pursuers’ blades, and drives
+  At once the multitudinous torrent back—
+  While hope and courage kindle in his track;
+  And, at each step, his bloody falchion makes
+  Terrible vistas through which victory breaks!
+  In vain MOKANNA, midst the general flight,
+  Stands, like the red moon, on some stormy night,
+  Among the fugitive clouds that, hurrying by,
+  Leave only her unshaken in the sky—
+  In vain he yells his desperate curses out,
+  Deals death promiscuously to all about,
+  To foes that charge and coward friends that fly,
+  And seems of _all_ the Great Arch-enemy.
+  The panic spreads—“A miracle!” throughout
+  The Moslem ranks, “a miracle!” they shout,
+  All gazing on that youth, whose coming seems
+  A light, a glory, such as breaks in dreams;
+  And every sword, true as o’er billows dim
+  The needle tracks the load-star, following him!
+
+    Right tow’rds MOKANNA now he cleaves his path,
+  Impatient cleaves, as though the bolt of wrath
+  He bears from Heaven withheld its awful burst
+  From weaker heads, and souls but half-way curst,
+  To break o’er Him, the mightiest and the worst!
+  But vain his speed—though, in that hour of blood,
+  Had all God’s seraphs round MOKANNA stood,
+  With swords of fire, ready like fate to fall,
+  MOKANNA’S soul would have defied them all;
+  Yet now, the rush of fugitives, too strong
+  For human force, hurries even _him_ along;
+  In vain he struggles ’mid the wedg’d array
+  Of flying thousands—he is borne away;
+  And the sole joy his baffled spirit knows,
+  In this forc’d flight, is—murdering as he goes!
+  As a grim tiger, whom the torrent’s might
+  Surprises in some parch’d ravine at night,
+  Turns, even in drowning, on the wretched flocks,
+  Swept with him in that snow-flood from the rocks,
+  And, to the last, devouring on his way,
+  Bloodies the stream he hath not power to stay.
+
+    “Alla illa Alla!”—the glad shout renew—
+  “Alla Akbar!”[122]—the Caliph’s in MEROU.
+  Hang out your gilded tapestry in the streets,
+  And light your shrines and chaunt your ziraleets.[123]
+  The Swords of God have triumph’d—on his throne
+  Your Caliph sits, and the veil’d Chief hath flown.
+  Who does not envy that young warrior now,
+  To whom the Lord of Islam bends his brow,
+  In all the graceful gratitude of power,
+  For his throne’s safety in that perilous hour?
+  Who doth not wonder, when, amidst the’ acclaim
+  Of thousands, heralding to heaven his name—
+  Mid all those holier harmonies of fame,
+  Which sound along the path of virtuous souls,
+  Like music round a planet as it rolls,—
+  He turns away—coldly, as if some gloom
+  Hung o’er his heart no triumphs can illume;—
+  Some sightless grief, upon whose blasted gaze
+  Though glory’s light may play, in vain it plays?
+  Yes, wretched AZIM! thine is such a grief,
+  Beyond all hope, all terror, all relief;
+  A dark, cold calm, which nothing now can break,
+  Or warm or brighten,—like that Syrian Lake,[124]
+  Upon whose surface morn and summer shed
+  Their smiles in vain, for all beneath is dead!—
+  Hearts there have been, o’er which this weight of woe
+  Came by long use of suffering, tame and slow;
+  But thine, lost youth! was sudden—over thee
+  It broke at once, when all seemed ecstacy;
+  When Hope look’d up, and saw the gloomy Past
+  Melt into splendour, and Bliss dawn at last—
+  ’Twas then, even then, o’er joys so freshly blown,
+  This mortal blight of misery came down;
+  Even then, the full, warm gushings of thy heart
+  Were check’d—like fount-drops, frozen as they start—
+  And there, like them, cold, sunless relics hang,
+  Each fix’d and chill’d into a lasting pang.
+
+                  *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+    One sole desire, one passion now remains
+  To keep life’s fever still within his veins,
+  Vengeance!—dire vengeance on the wretch who cast
+  O’er him and all he lov’d that ruinous blast.
+  For this, when rumours reach’d him in his flight
+  Far, far away, after that fatal night,—
+  Rumours of armies, thronging to the’ attack
+  Of the Veil’d Chief,—for this he wing’d him back,
+  Fleet as the vulture speeds to flags unfurl’d,
+  And, when all hope seem’d desperate, wildly hurl’d
+  Himself into the scale, and sav’d a world.
+  For this he still lives on, careless of all
+  The wreaths that Glory on his path lets fall;
+  For this alone exists—like lightning-fire,
+  To speed one bolt of vengeance, and expire!
+
+    But safe as yet that Spirit of Evil lives;
+  With a small band of desperate fugitives,
+  The last sole stubborn fragment, left unriven,
+  Of the proud host that late stood fronting Heaven,
+  He gain’d MEROU—breath’d a short curse of blood
+  O’er his lost throne—then pass’d the JIHON’S flood,[125]
+  And gathering all, whose madness of belief
+  Still saw a Saviour in their down-fall’n Chief,
+  Rais’d the white banner within NEKSHEB’S gates,[126]
+  And there, untam’d, the’ approaching conqu’ror waits.
+
+    Of all his Haram, all that busy hive,
+  With music and with sweets sparkling alive,
+  He took but one, the partner of his flight,
+  One—not for love—not for her beauty’s light—
+  No, ZELICA stood withering midst the gay,
+  Wan as the blossom that fell yesterday
+  From the’ Alma tree and dies, while overhead
+  To-day’s young flower is springing in its stead.[127]
+  Oh, not for love—the deepest Damn’d must be
+  Touch’d with Heaven’s glory, ere such fiends as he
+  Can feel one glimpse of Love’s divinity.
+  But no, she is his victim; _there_ lie all
+  Her charms for him—charms that can never pall,
+  As long as hell within his heart can stir,
+  Or one faint trace of Heaven is left in her.
+  To work an angel’s ruin,—to behold
+  As white a page as Virtue e’er unroll’d
+  Blacken, beneath his touch, into a scroll
+  Of damning sins, seal’d with a burning soul—
+  This is his triumph; this the joy accurst,
+  That ranks him among demons all but first:
+  This gives the victim, that before him lies
+  Blighted and lost, a glory in his eyes,
+  A light like that with which hell-fire illumes
+  The ghastly, writhing wretch whom it consumes!
+
+    But other tasks now wait him—tasks that need
+  All the deep daringness of thought and deed
+  With which the Dives[128] have gifted him—for mark,
+  Over yon plains, which night had else made dark,
+  Those lanterns, countless as the winged lights
+  That spangle INDIA’S fields on showery nights,[129]—
+  Far as their formidable gleams they shed,
+  The mighty tents of the beleaguerer spread,
+  Glimmering along the’ horizon’s dusky line,
+  And thence in nearer circles, till they shine
+  Among the founts and groves, o’er which the town
+  In all its arm’d magnificence looks down.
+  Yet, fearless, from his lofty battlements
+  MOKANNA views that multitude of tents;
+  Nay, smiles to think that, though entoil’d, beset,
+  Not less than myriads dare to front him yet;—
+  That friendless, throneless, he thus stands at bay,
+  Even thus a match for myriads such as they.
+  “Oh, for a sweep of that dark Angel’s wing,
+  “Who brush’d the thousands of the’ Assyrian King[130]
+  “To darkness in a moment, that I might
+  “People Hell’s chambers with yon host to-night!
+  “But, come what may, let who will grasp the throne,
+  “Caliph or Prophet, Man alike shall groan
+  “Let who will torture him, Priest—Caliph—King—
+  “Alike this loathsome world of his shall ring
+  “With victims’ shrieks, and howlings of the slave,—
+  “Sounds, that shall glad me even within my grave!”
+  Thus, to himself—but to the scanty train
+  Still left around him, a far different strain:—
+  “Glorious Defenders of the sacred Crown
+  “I bear from Heaven, whose light nor blood shall drown,
+  “Nor shadow of earth eclipse;—before whose gems
+  “The paly pomp of this world’s diadems,
+  “The crown of GERASHID, the pillar’d throne
+  “Of PARVIZ,[131] and the heron crest that shone,[132]
+  “Magnificent, o’er ALI’S beauteous eyes,[133]
+  “Fade like the stars when morn is in the skies:
+  “Warriors, rejoice—the port to which we’ve pass’d
+  “O’er Destiny’s dark wave, beams out at last!
+  “Victory’s our own—’tis written in that Book
+  “Upon whose leaves none but the angels look,
+  “That ISLAM’S sceptre shall beneath the power
+  “Of her great foe fall broken in that hour,
+  “When the moon’s mighty orb, before all eyes,
+  “From NEKSHEB’S Holy Well portentously shall rise!
+  “Now turn and see!”⸺
+                     They turn’d, and, as he spoke,
+  A sudden splendour all around them broke,
+  And they beheld an orb, ample and bright,
+  Rise from the Holy Well,[134] and cast its light
+  Round the rich city and the plain for miles,[135]—
+  Flinging such radiance o’er the gilded tiles
+  Of many a dome and fair-roof’d minaret
+  As autumn suns shed round them when they set.
+  Instant from all who saw the’ illusive sign
+  A murmur broke—“Miraculous! divine!”
+  The Gheber bow’d, thinking his idol star
+  Had wak’d, and burst impatient through the bar
+  Of midnight, to inflame him to the war;
+  While he of MOUSSA’S creed saw, in that ray,
+  The glorious Light which, in his freedom’s day,
+  Had rested on the Ark,[136] and now again
+  Shone out to bless the breaking of his chain.
+
+    “To victory!” is at once the cry of all—
+  Nor stands MOKANNA loitering at that call;
+  But instant the huge gates are flung aside,
+  And forth, like a diminutive mountain-tide
+  Into the boundless sea, they speed their course
+  Right on into the MOSLEM’S mighty force.
+  The watchmen of the camp,—who, in their rounds,
+  Had paus’d, and even forgot the punctual sounds
+  Of the small drum with which they count the night,[137]
+  To gaze upon that supernatural light,—
+  Now sink beneath an unexpected arm,
+  And in a death-groan give their last alarm.
+  “On for the lamps, that light yon lofty screen,[138]
+  “Nor blunt your blades with massacre so mean;
+  “_There_ rests the CALIPH—speed—one lucky lance
+  “May now achieve mankind’s deliverance.”
+  Desperate the die—such as they only cast,
+  Who venture for a world, and stake their last.
+  But Fate’s no longer with him—blade for blade
+  Springs up to meet them through the glimmering shade,
+  And, as the clash is heard, new legions soon
+  Pour to the spot, like bees of KAUZEROON[139]
+  To the shrill timbrel’s summons,—till, at length,
+  The mighty camp swarms out in all its strength,
+  And back to NEKSHEB’S gates, covering the plain
+  With random slaughter, drives the adventurous train;
+  Among the last of whom the Silver Veil
+  Is seen glittering at times, like the white sail
+  Of some toss’d vessel, on a stormy night,
+  Catching the tempest’s momentary light!
+
+    And hath not _this_ brought the proud spirit low?
+  Nor dash’d his brow, nor check’d his daring? No.
+  Though half the wretches, whom at night he led
+  To thrones and victory, lie disgrac’d and dead,
+  Yet morning hears him, with unshrinking crest,
+  Still vaunt of thrones, and victory to the rest;—
+  And they believe him!—oh, the lover may
+  Distrust that look which steals his soul away;—
+  The babe may cease to think that it can play
+  With Heaven’s rainbow;—alchymists may doubt
+  The shining gold their crucible gives out;
+  But Faith, fanatic Faith, once wedded fast
+  To some dear falsehood, hugs it to the last.
+
+    And well the’ Impostor knew all lures and arts,
+  That LUCIFER e’er taught to tangle hearts;
+  Nor, ’mid these last bold workings of his plot
+  Against men’s souls, is ZELICA forgot.
+  Ill-fated ZELICA! had reason been
+  Awake, through half the horrors thou hast seen,
+  Thou never couldst have borne it—Death had come
+  At once, and taken thy wrung spirit home.
+  But ’twas not so—a torpor, a suspense
+  Of thought, almost of life, came o’er the’ intense
+  And passionate struggles of that fearful night,
+  When her last hope of peace and heaven took flight:
+  And though, at times, a gleam of frenzy broke,—
+  As through some dull volcano’s veil of smoke
+  Ominous flashings now and then will start,
+  Which show the fire’s still busy at its heart;
+  Yet was she mostly wrapp’d in solemn gloom,—
+  Not such as AZIM’S, brooding o’er its doom,
+  And calm without, as is the brow of death,
+  While busy worms are gnawing underneath,—
+  But in a blank and pulseless torpor, free
+  From thought or pain, a seal’d-up apathy,
+  Which left her oft, with scarce one living thrill,
+  The cold, pale victim of her torturer’s will.
+
+    Again, as in MEROU, he had her deck’d
+  Gorgeously out, the Priestess of the sect;
+  And led her glittering forth before the eyes
+  Of his rude train, as to a sacrifice,—
+  Pallid as she, the young, devoted Bride
+  Of the fierce NILE, when, deck’d in all the pride
+  Of nuptial pomp, she sinks into his tide.[140]
+  And while the wretched maid hung down her head,
+  And stood, as one just risen from the dead,
+  Amid that gazing crowd, the fiend would tell
+  His credulous slaves it was some charm or spell
+  Possess’d her now,—and from that darken’d trance
+  Should dawn ere long their Faith’s deliverance.
+  Or if, at times, goaded by guilty shame,
+  Her soul was rous’d, and words of wildness came,
+  Instant the bold blasphemer would translate
+  Her ravings into oracles of fate,
+  Would hail heaven’s signals in her flashing eyes,
+  And call her shrieks the language of the skies!
+
+    But vain at length his arts—despair is seen
+  Gathering around; and famine comes to glean
+  All that the sword had left unreap’d:—in vain
+  At morn and eve across the northern plain
+  He looks impatient for the promis’d spears
+  Of the wild Hordes and TARTAR mountaineers;
+  They come not—while his fierce beleaguerers pour
+  Engines of havoc in, unknown before,[141]
+  And horrible as new;[142]—javelins, that fly
+  Enwreath’d with smoky flames through the dark sky,
+  And red-hot globes, that, opening as they mount,
+  Discharge, as from a kindled Naphtha fount,[143]
+  Showers of consuming fire o’er all below;
+  Looking, as through the’ illumin’d night they go,
+  Like those wild birds[144] that by the Magians oft,
+  At festivals of fire, were sent aloft
+  Into the air, with blazing faggots tied
+  To their huge wings, scattering combustion wide.
+  All night the groans of wretches who expire
+  In agony, beneath these darts of fire,
+  Ring through the city—while, descending o’er
+  Its shrines and domes and streets of sycamore,—
+  Its lone bazaars, with their bright cloths of gold,
+  Since the last peaceful pageant left unroll’d,—
+  Its beauteous marble baths, whose idle jets
+  Now gush with blood,—and its tall minarets,
+  That late have stood up in the evening glare
+  Of the red sun, unhallow’d by a prayer;—
+  O’er each, in turn, the dreadful flame-bolts fall,
+  And death and conflagration throughout all
+  The desolate city hold high festival!
+
+    MOKANNA sees the world is his no more;—
+  One sting at parting, and his grasp is o’er.
+  “What! drooping now?”—thus, with unblushing cheek,
+  He hails the few, who yet can hear him speak,
+  Of all those famish’d slaves around him lying,
+  And by the light of blazing temples dying;—
+  “What!—drooping now?—now, when at length we press
+  “Home o’er the very threshold of success;
+  “When ALLA from our ranks hath thinn’d away
+  “Those grosser branches, that kept out his ray
+  “Of favour from us, and we stand at length
+  “Heirs of his light and children of his strength,
+  “The chosen few, who shall survive the fall
+  “Of Kings and Thrones, triumphant over all!
+  “Have you then lost, weak murmurers as you are,
+  “All faith in him, who was your Light, your Star?
+  “Have you forgot the eye of glory, hid
+  “Beneath this Veil, the flashing of whose lid
+  “Could, like a sun-stroke of the desert, wither
+  “Millions of such as yonder Chief brings hither?
+  “Long have its lightnings slept—too long—but now
+  “All earth shall feel the’ unveiling of this brow!
+  “To-night—yes, sainted men! this very night,
+  “I bid you all to a fair festal rite,
+  “Where—having deep refresh’d each weary limb
+  “With viands, such as feast Heaven’s cherubim,
+  “And kindled up your souls, now sunk and dim,
+  “With that pure wine the Dark-ey’d Maids above
+  “Keep, seal’d with precious musk, for those they love,[145]—
+  “I will myself uncurtain in your sight
+  “The wonders of this brow’s ineffable light;
+  “Then lead you forth, and with a wink disperse
+  “Yon myriads, howling through the universe!”
+
+    Eager they listen—while each accent darts
+  New life into their chill’d and hope-sick hearts;
+  Such treacherous life as the cool draught supplies
+  To him upon the stake, who drinks and dies!
+  Wildly they point their lances to the light
+  Of the fast sinking sun, and shout “To-night!”—
+  “To-night,” their Chief re-echoes in a voice
+  Of fiend-like mockery that bids hell rejoice.
+  Deluded victims!—never hath this earth
+  Seen mourning half so mournful as their mirth.
+  _Here_, to the few, whose iron frames had stood
+  This racking waste of famine and of blood,
+  Faint, dying wretches clung, from whom the shout
+  Of triumph like a maniac’s laugh broke out:—
+  _There_, others, lighted by the smould’ring fire,
+  Danc’d like wan ghosts about a funeral pyre,
+  Among the dead and dying, strew’d around;—
+  While some pale wretch look’d on, and from his wound
+  Plucking the fiery dart by which he bled,
+  In ghastly transport wav’d it o’er his head!
+
+    ’Twas more than midnight now—a fearful pause
+  Had follow’d the long shouts, the wild applause,
+  That lately from those Royal Gardens burst,
+  Where the Veil’d demon held his feast accurst,
+  When ZELICA—alas, poor ruin’d heart,
+  In every horror doom’d to bear its part!—
+  Was bidden to the banquet by a slave,
+  Who, while his quivering lip the summons gave,
+  Grew black, as though the shadows of the grave
+  Compass’d him round, and, ere he could repeat
+  His message through, fell lifeless at her feet!
+  Shuddering she went—a soul-felt pang of fear,
+  A presage that her own dark doom was near,
+  Rous’d every feeling, and brought Reason back
+  Once more, to writhe her last upon the rack.
+  All round seem’d tranquil—even the foe had ceas’d,
+  As if aware of that demoniac feast,
+  His fiery bolts; and though the heavens look’d red,
+  ’Twas but some distant conflagration’s spread.
+  But hark—she stops—she listens—dreadful tone,
+  ’Tis her Tormentor’s laugh—and now, a groan,
+  A long death-groan comes with it:—can this be
+  The place of mirth, the bower of revelry?
+  She enters—Holy ALLA, what a sight
+  Was there before her! By the glimmering light
+  Of the pale dawn, mix’d with the flare of brands
+  That round lay burning, dropp’d from lifeless hands,
+  She saw the board, in splendid mockery spread,
+  Rich censers breathing—garlands overhead—
+  The urns, the cups, from which they late had quaff’d,
+  All gold and gems, but—what had been the draught?
+  Oh! who need ask, that saw those livid guests,
+  With their swoll’n heads sunk black’ning on their breasts,
+  Or looking pale to Heaven with glassy glare,
+  As if they sought but saw no mercy there;
+  As if they felt, though poison rack’d them through,
+  Remorse the deadlier torment of the two!
+  While some, the bravest, hardiest in the train
+  Of their false Chief, who on the battle-plain
+  Would have met death with transport by his side,
+  Here mute and helpless gasp’d;—but, as they died,
+  Look’d horrible vengeance with their eyes’ last strain,
+  And clench’d the slack’ning hand at him in vain.
+
+    Dreadful it was to see the ghastly stare,
+  The stony look of horror and despair,
+  Which some of these expiring victims cast
+  Upon their souls’ tormentor to the last;—
+  Upon that mocking Fiend, whose Veil, now rais’d,
+  Show’d them, as in death’s agony they gazed,
+  Not the long promis’d light, the brow, whose beaming
+  Was to come forth, all conquering, all redeeming,
+  But features horribler than Hell e’er trac’d
+  On its own brood;—no Demon of the Waste,[146]
+  No church-yard Ghole, caught lingering in the light
+  Of the blest sun, e’er blasted human sight
+  With lineaments so foul, so fierce as those
+  The’ Impostor, now in grinning mockery, shows:—
+  “There, ye wise Saints, behold your Light, your Star—
+  “Ye _would_ be dupes and victims, and ye _are_.
+  “Is it enough? or must I, while a thrill
+  “Lives in your sapient bosoms, cheat you still?
+  “Swear that the burning death ye feel within
+  “Is but the trance with which Heaven’s joys begin;
+  “That this foul visage, foul as e’er disgrac’d
+  “Even monstrous man, is—after God’s own taste;
+  “And that—but see!—ere I have half-way said
+  “My greetings through, the’ uncourteous souls are fled.
+  “Farewell, sweet spirits! not in vain ye die,
+  “If EBLIS loves you half so well as I.—
+  “Ha, my young bride!—’tis well—take thou thy seat;
+  “Nay come—no shuddering—didst thou never meet
+  “The dead before?—they grac’d our wedding, sweet;
+  “And these, my guests to-night, have brimm’d so true
+  “Their parting cups, that _thou_ shalt pledge one too.
+  “But—how is this?—all empty? all drunk up?
+  “Hot lips have been before thee in the cup,
+  “Young bride,—yet stay—one precious drop remains,
+  “Enough to warm a gentle Priestess’ veins;—
+  “Here, drink—and should thy lover’s conquering arms
+  “Speed hither, ere thy lip lose all its charms,
+  “Give him but half this venom in thy kiss,
+  “And I’ll forgive my haughty rival’s bliss!
+
+    “For _me_—I too must die—but not like these
+  “Vile, rankling things, to fester in the breeze;
+  “To have this brow in ruffian triumph shown,
+  “With all death’s grimness added to its own,
+  “And rot to dust beneath the taunting eyes
+  “Of slaves, exclaiming, ‘There his Godship lies!
+  “No—cursed race—since first my soul drew breath,
+  “They’ve been my dupes, and _shall_ be even in death.
+  “Thou see’st yon cistern in the shade—’tis fill’d
+  “With burning drugs, for this last hour distill’d:[147]—
+  “There will I plunge me, in that liquid flame—
+  “Fit bath to lave a dying Prophet’s frame!—
+  “There perish, all—ere pulse of thine shall fail—
+  “Nor leave one limb to tell mankind the tale.
+  “So shall my votaries, wheresoe’er they rave,
+  “Proclaim that Heaven took back the Saint it gave;—
+  “That I’ve but vanish’d from this earth awhile,
+  “To come again, with bright, unshrouded smile!
+  “So shall they build me altars in their zeal,
+  “Where knaves shall minister, and fools shall kneel;
+  “Where Faith may mutter o’er her mystic spell,
+  “Written in blood—and Bigotry may swell
+  “The sail he spreads for Heaven with blasts from hell!
+  “So shall my banner, through long ages, be
+  “The rallying sign of fraud and anarchy:—
+  “Kings yet unborn shall rue MOKANNA’S name,
+  “And, though I die, my spirit, still the same,
+  “Shall walk abroad in all the stormy strife,
+  “And guilt, and blood, that were its bliss in life.
+  “But, hark! their battering engine shakes the wall—
+  “Why, _let_ it shake—thus I can brave them all.
+  “No trace of me shall greet them, when they come,
+  “And I can trust thy faith, for—thou’lt be dumb.
+  “Now mark how readily a wretch like me,
+  “In one bold plunge, commences Deity!”
+
+    He sprung and sunk, as the last words were said—
+  Quick clos’d the burning waters o’er his head,
+  And ZELICA was left—within the ring
+  Of those wide walls the only living thing;
+  The only wretched one, still curs’d with breath,
+  In all that frightful wilderness of death!
+  More like some bloodless ghost—such as, they tell,
+  In the lone Cities of the Silent[148] dwell,
+  And there, unseen of all but ALLA, sit
+  Each by its own pale carcass, watching it.
+
+    But morn is up, and a fresh warfare stirs
+  Throughout the camp of the beleaguerers.
+  Their globes of fire (the dread artillery lent
+  By GREECE to conquering MAHADI) are spent;
+  And now the scorpion’s shaft, the quarry sent
+  From high balistas, and the shielding throng
+  Of soldiers swinging the huge ram along,
+  All speak the’ impatient Islamite’s intent
+  To try, at length, if tower and battlement
+  And bastion’d wall be not less hard to win,
+  Less tough to break down than the hearts within.
+  First in impatience and in toil is he,
+  The burning AZIM—oh! could he but see
+  The’ Impostor once alive within his grasp,
+  Not the gaunt lion’s hug, nor boa’s clasp,
+  Could match that gripe of vengeance, or keep pace
+  With the fell heartiness of Hate’s embrace!
+
+    Loud rings the ponderous ram against the walls;
+  Now shake the ramparts, now a buttress falls,
+  But still no breach—“Once more, one mighty swing
+  “Of all your beams, together thundering!”
+  There—the wall shakes—the shouting troops exult,
+  “Quick, quick discharge your weightiest catapult
+  “Right on that spot, and NEKSHEB is our own!”
+  ’Tis done—the battlements come crashing down,
+  And the huge wall, by that stroke riven in two,
+  Yawning, like some old crater, rent anew,
+  Shows the dim, desolate city smoking through.
+  But strange! no signs of life—nought living seen
+  Above, below—what can this stillness mean?
+  A minute’s pause suspends all hearts and eyes—
+  “In through the breach,” impetuous AZIM cries;
+  But the cool CALIPH, fearful of some wile
+  In this blank stillness, checks the troops awhile.—
+  Just then, a figure, with slow step, advanc’d
+  Forth from the ruin’d walls, and, as there glanc’d
+  A sunbeam over it, all eyes could see
+  The well-known Silver Veil!—“’Tis He, ’tis He,
+  “MOKANNA, and alone!” they shout around;
+  Young AZIM from his steed springs to the ground—
+  “Mine, Holy Caliph! mine,” he cries, “the task
+  “To crush yon daring wretch—’tis all I ask.”
+  Eager he darts to meet the demon foe,
+  Who still across wide heaps of ruin slow
+  And falteringly comes, till they are near;
+  Then, with a bound, rushes on AZIM’S spear,
+  And, casting off the Veil in falling, shows—
+  Oh!—’tis his ZELICA’S life-blood that flows!
+
+    “I meant not, AZIM,” soothingly she said,
+  As on his trembling arm she lean’d her head,
+  And, looking in his face, saw anguish there
+  Beyond all wounds the quivering flesh can bear—
+  “I meant not _thou_ shouldst have the pain of this:—
+  “Though death, with thee thus tasted, is a bliss
+  “Thou wouldst not rob me of, didst thou but know
+  “How oft I’ve pray’d to God I might die so!
+  “But the Fiend’s venom was too scant and slow;—
+  “To linger on were maddening—and I thought
+  “If once that Veil—nay, look not on it—caught
+  “The eyes of your fierce soldiery, I should be
+  “Struck by a thousand death-darts instantly.
+  “But this is sweeter—oh! believe me, yes—
+  “I would not change this sad, but dear caress,
+  “This death within thy arms I would not give
+  “For the most smiling life the happiest live!
+  “All, that stood dark and drear before the eye
+  “Of my stray’d soul, is passing swiftly by;
+  “A light comes o’er me from those looks of love,
+  “Like the first dawn of mercy from above;
+  “And if thy lips but tell me I’m forgiven,
+  “Angels will echo the blest words in Heaven!
+  “But live, my AZIM;—oh! to call thee mine
+  “Thus once again! _my_ AZIM—dream divine!
+  “Live, if thou ever lov’dst me, if to meet
+  “Thy ZELICA hereafter would be sweet,
+  “Oh, live to pray for her—to bend the knee
+  “Morning and night before that Deity,
+  “To whom pure lips and hearts without a stain,
+  “As thine are, AZIM, never breath’d in vain,—
+  “And pray that He may pardon her,—may take
+  “Compassion on her soul for thy dear sake,
+  “And, nought remembering but her love to thee,
+  “Make her all thine, all His, eternally!
+  “Go to those happy fields where first we twin’d
+  “Our youthful hearts together—every wind
+  “That meets thee there, fresh from the well-known flowers,
+  “Will bring the sweetness of those innocent hours
+  “Back to thy soul, and mayst thou feel again
+  “For thy poor ZELICA as thou didst then.
+  “So shall thy orisons, like dew that flies
+  “To Heaven upon the morning’s sunshine, rise
+  “With all love’s earliest ardour to the skies!
+  “And should they—but, alas, my senses fail—
+  “Oh for one minute!—should thy prayers prevail—
+  “If pardon’d souls may, from that World of Bliss,
+  “Reveal their joy to those they love in this—
+  “I’ll come to thee—in some sweet dream—and tell—
+  “Oh Heaven—I die—dear love! farewell, farewell.”
+
+    Time fleeted—years on years had pass’d away,
+  And few of those who, on that mournful day,
+  Had stood, with pity in their eyes, to see
+  The maiden’s death and the youth’s agony,
+  Were living still—when, by a rustic grave,
+  Beside the swift Amoo’s transparent wave,
+  An aged man, who had grown aged there
+  By that lone grave, morning and night in prayer,
+  For the last time knelt down—and, though the shade
+  Of death hung darkening over him, there play’d
+  A gleam of rapture on his eye and cheek,
+  That brighten’d even Death—like the last streak
+  Of intense glory on the’ horizon’s brim,
+  When night o’er all the rest hangs chill and dim.
+  His soul had seen a Vision, while he slept;
+  She, for whose spirit he had pray’d and wept
+  So many years, had come to him, all drest
+  In angel smiles, and told him she was blest!
+  For this the old man breath’d his thanks and died.—
+  And there, upon the banks of that lov’d tide,
+  He and his ZELICA sleep side by side.
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+The story of the Veiled Prophet of Khorassan being ended, they were now
+doomed to hear FADLADEEN’S criticisms upon it. A series of
+disappointments and accidents had occurred to this learned Chamberlain
+during the journey. In the first place, those couriers stationed, as in
+the reign of Shah Jehan, between Delhi and the Western coast of India,
+to secure a constant supply of mangoes for the Royal Table, had, by some
+cruel irregularity, failed in their duty, and to eat any mangoes but
+those of Mazagong was, of course, impossible.[149] In the next place,
+the elephant, laden with his fine antique porcelain,[150] had, in an
+unusual fit of liveliness, shattered the whole set to pieces:—an
+irreparable loss, as many of the vessels were so exquisitely old, as to
+have been used under the Emperors Yan and Chun, who reigned many ages
+before the dynasty of Tang. His Koran, too, supposed to be the identical
+copy between the leaves of which Mahomet’s favourite pigeon used to
+nestle, had been mislaid by his Koran-bearer three whole days; not
+without much spiritual alarm to FADLADEEN, who, though professing to
+hold with other loyal and orthodox Mussulmans, that salvation could only
+be found in the Koran, was strongly suspected of believing in his heart,
+that it could only be found in his own particular copy of it. When to
+all these grievances is added the obstinacy of the cooks, in putting the
+pepper of Canara into his dishes instead of the cinnamon of Serendib, we
+may easily suppose that he came to the task of criticism with, at least,
+a sufficient degree of irritability for the purpose.
+
+“In order,” said he, importantly swinging about his chaplet of pearls,
+“to convey with clearness my opinion of the story this young man has
+related, it is necessary to take a review of all the stories that have
+ever⸺”—“My good FADLADEEN!” exclaimed the Princess, interrupting him,
+“we really do not deserve that you should give yourself so much trouble.
+Your opinion of the poem we have just heard will, I have no doubt, be
+abundantly edifying, without any further waste of your valuable
+erudition.”—“If that be all,” replied the critic,—evidently mortified at
+not being allowed to show how much he knew about every thing but the
+subject immediately before him—“if that be all that is required, the
+matter is easily despatched.” He then proceeded to analyse the poem, in
+that strain (so well known to the unfortunate bards of Delhi), whose
+censures were an infliction from which few recovered, and whose very
+praises were like the honey extracted from the bitter flowers of the
+aloe. The chief personages of the story were, if he rightly understood
+them, an ill-favoured gentleman, with a veil over his face;—a young
+lady, whose reason went and came, according as it suited the poet’s
+convenience to be sensible or otherwise;—and a youth in one of those
+hideous Bucharian bonnets, who took the aforesaid gentleman in a veil
+for a Divinity. “From such materials,” said he, “what can be
+expected?—after rivalling each other in long speeches and absurdities,
+through some thousands of lines as indigestible as the filberts of
+Berdaa, our friend in the veil jumps into a tub of aquafortis; the young
+lady dies in a set speech, whose only recommendation is that it is her
+last; and the lover lives on to a good old age for the laudable purpose
+of seeing her ghost, which he at last happily accomplishes, and expires.
+This, you will allow, is a fair summary of the story; and if Nasser, the
+Arabian merchant, told no better,[151] our Holy Prophet (to whom be all
+honour and glory!) had no need to be jealous of his abilities for
+story-telling.”
+
+With respect to the style, it was worthy of the matter;—it had not even
+those politic contrivances of structure, which make up for the
+commonness of the thoughts by the peculiarity of the manner, nor that
+stately poetical phraseology by which sentiments mean in themselves,
+like the blacksmith’s[152] apron converted into a banner, are so easily
+gilt and embroidered into consequence. Then, as to the versification, it
+was, to say no worse of it, execrable: it had neither the copious flow
+of Ferdosi, the sweetness of Hafez, nor the sententious march of Sadi;
+but appeared to him, in the uneasy heaviness of its movements, to have
+been modelled upon the gait of a very tired dromedary. The licences,
+too, in which it indulged, were unpardonable;—for instance, this line,
+and the poem abounded with such:—
+
+               Like the faint, exquisite music of a dream.
+
+“What critic that can count,” said FADLADEEN, “and has his full
+complement of fingers to count withal, would tolerate for an instant
+such syllabic superfluities?” He here looked round, and discovered that
+most of his audience were asleep; while the glimmering lamps seemed
+inclined to follow their example. It became necessary, therefore,
+however painful to himself, to put an end to his valuable animadversions
+for the present, and he accordingly concluded, with an air of dignified
+candour, thus:—“Notwithstanding the observations which I have thought it
+my duty to make, it is by no means my wish to discourage the young
+man:—so far from it, indeed, that if he will but totally alter his style
+of writing and thinking, I have very little doubt that I shall be vastly
+pleased with him.”
+
+Some days elapsed, after this harangue of the Great Chamberlain,
+before LALLA ROOKH could venture to ask for another story. The youth
+was still a welcome guest in the pavilion—to _one_ heart, perhaps, too
+dangerously welcome:—but all mention of poetry was, as if by common
+consent, avoided. Though none of the party had much respect for
+FADLADEEN, yet his censures, thus magisterially delivered, evidently
+made an impression on them all. The Poet himself, to whom criticism
+was quite a new operation, (being wholly unknown in that Paradise of
+the Indies, Cashmere,) felt the shock as it is generally felt at
+first, till use has made it more tolerable to the patient;—the Ladies
+began to suspect that they ought not to be pleased, and seemed to
+conclude that there must have been much good sense in what FADLADEEN
+said, from its having sent them all so soundly to sleep;—while the
+self-complacent Chamberlain was left to triumph in the idea of having,
+for the hundred and fiftieth time in his life, extinguished a Poet.
+LALLA ROOKH alone—and Love knew why—persisted in being delighted with
+all she had heard, and in resolving to hear more as speedily as
+possible. Her manner, however, of first returning to the subject was
+unlucky. It was while they rested during the heat of noon near a
+fountain, on which some hand had rudely traced those well-known words
+from the Garden of Sadi,—“Many, like me, have viewed this fountain,
+but they are gone, and their eyes are closed for ever!”—that she took
+occasion, from the melancholy beauty of this passage, to dwell upon
+the charms of poetry in general. “It is true,” she said, “few poets
+can imitate that sublime bird, which flies always in the air, and
+never touches the earth:[153]—it is only once in many ages a Genius
+appears, whose words, like those on the Written Mountain, last for
+ever:[154] but still there are some, as delightful, perhaps, though
+not so wonderful, who, if not stars over our head, are at least
+flowers along our path, and whose sweetness of the moment we ought
+gratefully to inhale, without calling upon them for a brightness and a
+durability beyond their nature. In short,” continued she, blushing, as
+if conscious of being caught in an oration, “it is quite cruel that a
+poet cannot wander through his regions of enchantment, without having
+a critic for ever, like the old Man of the Sea, upon his
+back!”[155]—FADLADEEN, it was plain, took this last luckless allusion
+to himself, and would treasure it up in his mind as a whetstone for
+his next criticism. A sudden silence ensued; and the Princess,
+glancing a look at FERAMORZ, saw plainly she must wait for a more
+courageous moment.
+
+But the glories of Nature, and her wild fragrant airs, playing freshly
+over the current of youthful spirits, will soon heal even deeper wounds
+than the dull Fadladeens of this world can inflict. In an evening or two
+after, they came to the small Valley of Gardens, which had been planted
+by order of the Emperor, for his favourite sister Rochinara, during
+their progress to Cashmere, some years before; and never was there a
+more sparkling assemblage of sweets, since the Gulzar-e-Irem, or
+Rose-bower of Irem. Every precious flower was there to be found, that
+poetry, or love, or religion has ever consecrated; from the dark
+hyacinth, to which Hafez compares his mistress’s hair,[156] to the
+_Cámalatá_, by whose rosy blossoms the heaven of Indra is scented.[157]
+As they sat in the cool fragrance of this delicious spot, and LALLA
+ROOKH remarked that she could fancy it the abode of that Flower-loving
+Nymph whom they worship in the temples of Kathay,[158] or of one of
+those Peris, those beautiful creatures of the air, who live upon
+perfumes, and to whom a place like this might make some amends for the
+Paradise they have lost,—the young Poet, in whose eyes she appeared,
+while she spoke, to be one of the bright spiritual creatures she was
+describing, said hesitatingly that he remembered a Story of a Peri,
+which, if the Princess had no objection, he would venture to relate. “It
+is,” said he, with an appealing look to FADLADEEN, “in a lighter and
+humbler strain than the other:” then, striking a few careless but
+melancholy chords on his kitar, he thus began:—
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+                          Paradise & the Peri
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+    One morn a Peri at the gate
+    Of Eden stood, disconsolate;
+    And as she listen’d to the Springs
+      Of Life within, like music flowing,
+    And caught the light upon her wings
+      Through the half-open portal glowing,
+    She wept to think her recreant race
+    Should e’er have lost that glorious place!
+
+  “How happy,” exclaim’d this child of air,
+  “Are the holy Spirits who wander there,
+    “Mid flowers that never shall fade or fall;
+  “Though mine are the gardens of earth and sea,
+  “And the stars themselves have flowers for me,
+    “One blossom of Heaven out-blooms them all!
+
+  “Though sunny the Lake of cool CASHMERE,
+  “With its plane-tree Isle reflected clear,[159]
+    “And sweetly the founts of that Valley fall;
+  “Though bright are the waters of SING-SU-HAY,
+  “And the golden floods that thitherward stray,[160]
+  “Yet—oh, ’tis only the Blest can say
+    “How the waters of Heaven outshine them all!
+
+  “Go, wing thy flight from star to star,
+  “From world to luminous world, as far
+    “As the universe spreads its flaming wall:
+  “Take all the pleasures of all the spheres,
+  “And multiply each through endless years,
+    “One minute of Heaven is worth them all!”
+
+    The glorious Angel, who was keeping
+    The gates of Light, beheld her weeping;
+    And, as he nearer drew and listen’d
+    To her sad song, a tear-drop glisten’d
+    Within his eyelids, like the spray
+      From Eden’s fountain, when it lies
+    On the blue flower, which—Bramins say—
+      Blooms nowhere but in Paradise.[161]
+
+    “Nymph of a fair but erring line!”
+    Gently he said—“One hope is thine.
+    “’Tis written in the Book of Fate,
+      “_The Peri yet may be forgiven_
+    “_Who brings to this Eternal gate_
+      “_The Gift that is most dear to Heaven!_
+    “Go, seek it, and redeem thy sin—
+    “’Tis sweet to let the Pardon’d in.”
+
+    Rapidly as comets run
+    To the’ embraces of the Sun;—
+    Fleeter than the starry brands
+    Flung at night from angel hands,[162]
+    At those dark and daring sprites
+    Who would climb the’ empyreal heights,
+    Down the blue vault the PERI flies,
+      And, lighted earthward by a glance
+    That just then broke from morning’s eyes,
+      Hung hovering o’er our world’s expanse.
+
+    But whither shall the Spirit go
+    To find this gift for Heaven?—“I know
+    “The wealth,” she cries, “of every urn,
+    “In which unnumber’d rubies burn,
+    “Beneath the pillars of CHILMINAR;[163]
+    “I know where the Isles of Perfume are,
+    “Many a fathom down in the sea,
+    “To the south of sun-bright ARABY;[164]
+    “I know, too, where the Genii hid
+    “The jewell’d cup of their King JAMSHID,[165]
+    “With Life’s elixir sparkling high—
+    “But gifts like these are not for the sky.
+    “Where was there ever a gem that shone
+    “Like the steps of ALLA’S wonderful Throne?
+    “And the Drops of Life—oh! what would they be
+    “In the boundless Deep of Eternity?”
+
+    While thus she mus’d, her pinions fann’d
+    The air of that sweet Indian land,
+    Whose air is balm; whose ocean spreads
+    O’er coral rocks, and amber beds:[166]
+    Whose mountains, pregnant by the beam
+    Of the warm sun, with diamonds teem;
+    Whose rivulets are like rich brides,
+    Lovely, with gold beneath their tides;
+    Whose sandal groves and bowers of spice
+    Might be a Peri’s Paradise!
+    But crimson now her rivers ran
+      With human blood—the smell of death
+    Came reeking from those spicy bowers,
+    And man, the sacrifice of man,
+      Mingled his taint with every breath
+    Up wafted from the innocent flowers.
+    Land of the Sun! what foot invades
+    Thy Pagods and thy pillar’d shades[167]—
+    Thy cavern shrines, and Idol stones,
+    Thy Monarchs and their thousand Thrones?[168]
+    ’Tis He of GAZNA[169]—fierce in wrath
+      He comes, and INDIA’S diadems
+    Lie scatter’d in his ruinous path.—
+      His bloodhounds he adorns with gems,
+    Torn from the violated necks
+      Of many a young and lov’d Sultana;[170]
+      Maidens, within their pure Zenana,
+      Priests in the very fane he slaughters,
+    And choaks up with the glittering wrecks
+      Of golden shrines the sacred waters!
+    Downward the PERI turns her gaze,
+    And, through the war-field’s bloody haze
+    Beholds a youthful warrior stand,
+      Alone, beside his native river,—
+    The red blade broken in his hand,
+      And the last arrow in his quiver.
+    “Live,” said the Conqueror, “live to share
+    “The trophies and the crowns I bear!”
+    Silent that youthful warrior stood—
+    Silent he pointed to the flood
+    All crimson with his country’s blood,
+    Then sent his last remaining dart,
+    For answer, to the’ Invader’s heart.
+
+    False flew the shaft, though pointed well;
+    The Tyrant liv’d, the Hero fell!—
+  Yet mark’d the PERI where he lay,
+  And, when the rush of war was past,
+    Swiftly descending on a ray
+      Of morning light, she caught the last—
+    Last glorious drop his heart had shed,
+    Before its free-born spirit fled!
+
+    “Be this,” she cried, as she wing’d her flight,
+    “My welcome gift at the Gates of Light.
+    “Though foul are the drops that oft distil
+      “On the field of warfare, blood like this,
+      “For Liberty shed, so holy is,[171]
+    “It would not stain the purest rill,
+      “That sparkles among the Bowers of Bliss!
+    “Oh, if there be, on this earthly sphere,
+    “A boon, an offering Heaven holds dear,
+    “’Tis the last libation Liberty draws
+    “From the heart that bleeds and breaks in her cause!”
+
+    “Sweet,” said the Angel, as she gave
+      The gift into his radiant hand,
+    “Sweet is our welcome of the Brave
+      “Who die thus for their native Land.—
+    “But see—alas!—the crystal bar
+    “Of Eden moves not—holier far
+    “Than even this drop the boon must be,
+    “That opes the Gates of Heaven for thee!”
+
+    Her first fond hope of Eden blighted,
+      Now among AFRIC’S lunar Mountains,[172]
+    Far to the South the PERI lighted;
+      And sleek’d her plumage at the fountains
+    Of that Egyptian tide—whose birth
+    Is hidden from the sons of earth
+    Deep in those solitary woods,
+    Where oft the Genii of the Floods
+    Dance round the cradle of their Nile,
+    And hail the new-born Giant’s smile.[173]
+    Thence over EGYPT’S palmy groves,
+      Her grots, and sepulchres of Kings,[174]
+    The exil’d Spirit sighing roves;
+    And now hangs listening to the doves
+    In warm ROSETTA’S vale[175]—now loves
+      To watch the moonlight on the wings
+    Of the white pelicans that break
+    The azure calm of MŒRIS’ Lake.[176]
+    ’Twas a fair scene—a Land more bright
+      Never did mortal eye behold!
+    Who could have thought, that saw this night
+      Those valleys and their fruits of gold
+    Basking in Heaven’s serenest light;—
+    Those groups of lovely date-trees bending
+      Languidly their leaf-crown’d heads,
+    Like youthful maids, when sleep descending
+      Warns them to their silken beds;[177]—
+    Those virgin lilies, all the night
+      Bathing their beauties in the lake,
+    That they may rise more fresh and bright,
+      When their beloved Sun’s awake;—
+    Those ruin’d shrines and towers that seem
+    The relics of a splendid dream;
+      Amid whose fairy loneliness
+    Nought but the lapwing’s cry is heard,
+    Nought seen but (when the shadows, flitting
+    Fast from the moon, unsheath its gleam,)
+    Some purple-wing’d Sultana[178] sitting
+      Upon a column, motionless
+    And glittering like an Idol bird!—
+    Who could have thought, that there, even there,
+    Amid those scenes so still and fair,
+    The Demon of the Plague hath cast
+    From his hot wing a deadlier blast,
+    More mortal far than ever came
+    From the red Desert’s sands of flame!
+    So quick, that every living thing
+    Of human shape, touch’d by his wing,
+    Like plants, where the Simoom hath past,
+    At once falls black and withering!
+    The sun went down on many a brow,
+      Which, full of bloom and freshness then,
+    Is rankling in the pest-house now,
+      And ne’er will feel that sun again.
+    And, oh! to see the’ unburied heaps
+    On which the lonely moonlight sleeps—
+    The very vultures turn away,
+    And sicken at so foul a prey!
+    Only the fierce hyæna stalks[179]
+    Throughout the city’s desolate walks[180]
+    At midnight, and his carnage plies:—
+      Woe to the half-dead wretch, who meets
+    The glaring of those large blue eyes[181]
+      Amid the darkness of the streets!
+
+    “Poor race of men!” said the pitying Spirit,
+      “Dearly ye pay for your primal Fall—
+    “Some flow’rets of Eden ye still inherit,
+      “But the trail of the Serpent is over them all!”
+    She wept—the air grew pure and clear
+      Around her, as the bright drops ran;
+    For there’s a magic in each tear
+      Such kindly Spirits weep for man!
+    Just then beneath some orange trees,
+    Whose fruit and blossoms in the breeze
+    Were wantoning together, free,
+    Like age at play with infancy—
+    Beneath that fresh and springing bower,
+      Close by the Lake, she heard the moan
+    Of one who, at this silent hour,
+      Had thither stolen to die alone.
+    One who in life, where’er he mov’d,
+      Drew after him the hearts of many;
+    Yet now, as though he ne’er were lov’d,
+      Dies here unseen, unwept by any!
+    None to watch near him—none to slake
+      The fire that in his bosom lies,
+    With even a sprinkle from that lake,
+      Which shines so cool before his eyes.
+    No voice, well known through many a day,
+      To speak the last, the parting word,
+    Which, when all other sounds decay,
+      Is still like distant music heard;—
+    That tender farewell on the shore
+    Of this rude world, when all is o’er,
+    Which cheers the spirit, ere its bark
+    Puts off into the unknown Dark.
+
+    Deserted youth! one thought alone
+      Shed joy around his soul in death—
+    That she, whom he for years had known,
+    And lov’d, and might have call’d his own,
+      Was safe from this foul midnight’s breath,—
+    Safe in her father’s princely halls,
+    Where the cool airs from fountain falls,
+    Freshly perfum’d by many a brand
+    Of the sweet wood from INDIA’S land,
+    Were pure as she whose brow they fann’d.
+
+    But see—who yonder comes by stealth,[182]
+      This melancholy bower to seek,
+    Like a young envoy, sent by Health,
+      With rosy gifts upon her cheek?
+    ’Tis she—far off, through moonlight dim,
+      He knew his own betrothed bride,
+    She, who would rather die with him,
+      Than live to gain the world beside!—
+    Her arms are round her lover now,
+      His livid cheek to hers she presses,
+    And dips, to bind his burning brow,
+      In the cool lake her loosen’d tresses.
+    Ah! once, how little did he think
+    An hour would come, when he should shrink
+    With horror from that dear embrace,
+      Those gentle arms, that were to him
+    Holy as is the cradling place
+      Of Eden’s infant cherubim!
+    And now he yields—now turns away,
+    Shuddering as if the venom lay
+    All in those proffer’d lips alone—
+    Those lips that, then so fearless grown,
+    Never until that instant came
+    Near his unask’d or without shame.
+    “Oh! let me only breathe the air,
+      “That blessed air, that’s breath’d by thee,
+    “And, whether on its wings it bear
+      “Healing or death, ’tis sweet to me!
+    “There—drink my tears, while yet they fall—
+      “Would that my bosom’s blood were balm,
+    “And, well thou know’st, I’d shed it all,
+      “To give thy brow one minute’s calm.
+    “Nay, turn not from me that dear face—
+      “Am I not thine—thy own lov’d bride—
+    “The one, the chosen one, whose place
+      “In life or death is by thy side?
+    “Think’st thou that she, whose only light,
+      “In this dim world, from thee hath shone,
+    “Could bear the long, the cheerless night,
+      “That must be hers when thou art gone?
+    “That I can live, and let thee go,
+    “Who art my life itself?—No, no—
+    “When the stem dies, the leaf that grew
+    “Out of its heart must perish too!
+    “Then turn to me, my own love, turn,
+    “Before, like thee, I fade and burn;
+    “Cling to these yet cool lips, and share
+    “The last pure life that lingers there!”
+    She fails—she sinks—as dies the lamp
+    In charnel airs, or cavern-damp,
+    So quickly do his baleful sighs
+    Quench all the sweet light of her eyes.
+    One struggle—and his pain is past—
+      Her lover is no longer living!
+    One kiss the maiden gives, one last,
+      Long kiss, which she expires in giving!
+
+    “Sleep,” said the PERI, as softly she stole
+    The farewell sigh of that vanishing soul,
+    As true as e’er warm’d a woman’s breast—
+    “Sleep on, in visions of odour rest,
+    “In balmier airs than ever yet stirr’d
+    “The’ enchanted pile of that lonely bird,
+    “Who sings at the last his own death-lay,[183]
+    “And in music and perfume dies away!”
+
+    Thus saying, from her lips she spread
+      Unearthly breathings through the place,
+    And shook her sparkling wreath, and shed
+      Such lustre o’er each paly face,
+    That like two lovely saints they seem’d,
+      Upon the eve of doomsday taken
+    From their dim graves, in odour sleeping;
+      While that benevolent PERI beam’d
+    Like their good angel, calmly keeping
+      Watch o’er them till their souls would waken.
+
+    But morn is blushing in the sky;
+      Again the PERI soars above,
+    Bearing to Heaven that precious sigh
+      Of pure self-sacrificing love.
+    High throbb’d her heart, with hope elate,
+      The’ Elysian palm she soon shall win,
+    For the bright Spirit at the gate
+      Smil’d as she gave that offering in;
+    And she already hears the trees
+      Of Eden, with their crystal bells
+    Ringing in that ambrosial breeze
+      That from the throne of ALLA swells;
+    And she can see the starry bowls
+      That lie around that lucid lake,
+    Upon whose banks admitted Souls
+      Their first sweet draught of glory take![184]
+
+    But, ah! even PERIS’ hopes are vain—
+    Again the Fates forbade, again
+    The’ immortal barrier clos’d—“Not yet,”
+    The Angel said as, with regret,
+    He shut from her that glimpse of glory—
+    “True was the maiden, and her story,
+    “Written in light o’er ALLA’S head,
+    “By seraph eyes shall long be read.
+    “But, PERI, see—the crystal bar
+    “Of Eden moves not—holier far
+    “Than even this sigh the boon must be
+    “That opes the Gates of Heaven for thee.”
+
+    Now, upon SYRIA’S land of roses[185]
+    Softly the light of Eve reposes,
+    And, like a glory, the broad sun
+    Hangs over sainted LEBANON;
+    Whose head in wintry grandeur towers,
+      And whitens with eternal sleet,
+    While summer, in a vale of flowers,
+      Is sleeping rosy at his feet.
+
+    To one, who look’d from upper air
+    O’er all the’ enchanted regions there,
+    How beauteous must have been the glow,
+    The life, the sparkling from below!
+    Fair gardens, shining streams, with ranks
+    Of golden melons on their banks,
+    More golden where the sun-light falls;
+    Gay lizards, glittering on the walls[186]
+    Of ruin’d shrines, busy and bright
+    As they were all alive with light;
+    And, yet more splendid, numerous flocks
+    Of pigeons, settling on the rocks,
+    With their rich restless wings, that gleam
+    Variously in the crimson beam
+    Of the warm West,—as if inlaid
+    With brilliants from the mine, or made
+    Of tearless rainbows, such as span
+    The’ unclouded skies of PERISTAN.
+    And then the mingling sounds that come
+    Of shepherd’s ancient reed,[187] with hum
+    Of the wild bees of PALESTINE,[188]
+      Banqueting through the flowery vales;
+    And, JORDAN, those sweet banks of thine,
+      And woods, so full of nightingales.[189]
+
+    But nought can charm the luckless PERI;
+    Her soul is sad—her wings are weary—
+    Joyless she sees the Sun look down
+    On that great Temple, once his own,[190]
+    Whose lonely columns stand sublime,
+      Flinging their shadows from on high,
+    Like dials, which the wizard, Time,
+      Had rais’d to count his ages by!
+
+    Yet haply there may lie conceal’d
+      Beneath those Chambers of the Sun,
+    Some amulet of gems anneal’d
+    In upper fires, some tablet seal’d
+      With the great name of SOLOMON,
+      Which, spell’d by her illumin’d eyes,
+    May teach her where, beneath the moon,
+    In earth or ocean, lies the boon,
+    The charm, that can restore so soon
+      An erring Spirit to the skies.
+
+    Cheer’d by this hope she bends her thither;—
+      Still laughs the radiant eye of Heaven,
+      Nor have the golden bowers of Even
+    In the rich West begun to wither;—
+    When, o’er the vale of BALBEC winging
+      Slowly, she sees a child at play,
+    Among the rosy wild flowers singing,
+      As rosy and as wild as they;
+    Chasing, with eager hands and eyes,
+    The beautiful blue damsel flies,[191]
+    That flutter’d round the jasmine stems,
+    Like wingèd flowers or flying gems:—
+    And, near the boy, who tir’d with play
+    Now nestling ’mid the roses lay,
+    She saw a wearied man dismount
+      From his hot steed, and on the brink
+    Of a small imaret’s rustic fount[192]
+      Impatient fling him down to drink.
+    Then swift his haggard brow he turn’d
+      To the fair child, who fearless sat,
+    Though never yet hath day-beam burn’d
+      Upon a brow more fierce than that,—
+    Sullenly fierce—a mixture dire,
+    Like thunder-clouds, of gloom and fire;
+    In which the PERI’S eye could read
+    Dark tales of many a ruthless deed;
+    The ruin’d maid—the shrine profan’d—
+    Oaths broken—and the threshold stain’d
+    With blood of guests!—_there_ written, all,
+    Black as the damning drops that fall
+    From the denouncing Angel’s pen,
+    Ere Mercy weeps them out again.
+
+    Yet tranquil now that man of crime
+    (As if the balmy evening time
+    Soften’d his spirit) look’d and lay,
+    Watching the rosy infant’s play:—
+    Though still, whene’er his eye by chance
+    Fell on the boy’s, its lurid glance
+      Met that unclouded joyous gaze,
+    As torches that have burnt all night
+    Through some impure and godless rite,
+      Encounter morning’s glorious rays.
+
+    But, hark! the vesper call to prayer,
+      As slow the orb of daylight sets,
+    Is rising sweetly on the air,
+      From SYRIA’S thousand minarets!
+    The boy has started from the bed
+    Of flowers, where he had laid his head,
+    And down upon the fragrant sod
+      Kneels,[193] with his forehead to the south,
+    Lisping the’ eternal name of God
+      From Purity’s own cherub mouth,
+    And looking, while his hands and eyes
+    Are lifted to the glowing skies,
+    Like a stray babe of Paradise,
+    Just lighted on that flowery plain,
+    And seeking for its home again.
+    Oh! ’twas a sight—that Heaven—that child—
+    A scene, which might have well beguil’d
+    Even haughty EBLIS of a sigh
+    For glories lost and peace gone by!
+
+    And how felt _he_, the wretched Man
+    Reclining there—while memory ran
+    O’er many a year of guilt and strife,
+    Flew o’er the dark flood of his life,
+    Nor found one sunny resting-place,
+    Nor brought him back one branch of grace!
+    “There _was_ a time,” he said, in mild,
+    Heart-humbled tones—“thou blessed child!
+    “When, young and haply pure as thou,
+    “I look’d and pray’d like thee—but now—”
+    He hung his head—each nobler aim,
+      And hope, and feeling, which had slept
+    From boyhood’s hour, that instant came
+      Fresh o’er him, and he wept—he wept!
+
+      Blest tears of soul-felt penitence!
+        In whose benign, redeeming flow
+      Is felt the first, the only sense
+        Of guiltless joy that guilt can know.
+
+  “There’s a drop,” said the PERI, “that down from the moon
+  “Falls through the withering airs of June
+  “Upon EGYPT’S land,[194] of so healing a power,
+  “So balmy a virtue, that e’en in the hour
+  “The drop descends, contagion dies,
+  “And health re-animates earth and skies!—
+  “Oh, is it not thus, thou man of sin,
+    “The precious tears of repentance fall?
+  “Though foul thy fiery plagues within,
+    “One heavenly drop hath dispell’d them all!”
+
+    And now—behold him kneeling there
+    By the child’s side, in humble prayer,
+    While the same sunbeam shines upon
+    The guilty and the guiltless one,
+    And hymns of joy proclaim through Heaven
+    The triumph of a Soul Forgiven!
+    ’Twas when the golden orb had set,
+    While on their knees they linger’d yet,
+    There fell a light more lovely far
+    Than ever came from sun or star,
+    Upon the tear that, warm and meek,
+    Dew’d that repentant sinner’s cheek.
+    To mortal eye this light might seem
+    A northern flash or meteor beam—
+    But well the’ enraptur’d PERI knew
+    ’Twas a bright smile the Angel threw
+    From Heaven’s gate, to hail that tear
+    Her harbinger of glory near!
+
+    “Joy, joy for ever! my task is done—
+    “The Gates are pass’d, and Heaven is won!
+    “Oh! am I not happy? I am, I am—
+      “To thee, sweet Eden! how dark and sad
+    “Are the diamond turrets of SHADUKIAM,[195]
+      “And the fragrant bowers of AMBERABAD!
+    “Farewell, ye odours of Earth, that die
+    “Passing away like a lover’s sigh;—
+    “My feast is now of the Tooba Tree,[196]
+    “Whose scent is the breath of Eternity!
+
+    “Farewell, ye vanishing flowers, that shone
+    “In my fairy wreath, so bright and brief;—
+  “Oh! what are the brightest that e’er have blown,
+  “To the lote-tree, springing by ALLA’S throne,[197]
+    “Whose flowers have a soul in every leaf!
+  “Joy, joy for ever!—my task is done—
+  “The Gates are pass’d, and Heaven is won!”
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+“And this,” said the Great Chamberlain, “is poetry! this flimsy
+manufacture of the brain, which, in comparison with the lofty and
+durable monuments of genius, is as the gold filigree-work of Zamara
+beside the eternal architecture of Egypt!” After this gorgeous sentence,
+which, with a few more of the same kind, FADLADEEN kept by him for rare
+and important occasions, he proceeded to the anatomy of the short poem
+just recited. The lax and easy kind of metre in which it was written
+ought to be denounced, he said, as one of the leading causes of the
+alarming growth of poetry in our times. If some check were not given to
+this lawless facility, we should soon be over-run by a race of bards as
+numerous and as shallow as the hundred and twenty thousand Streams of
+Basra.[198] They who succeeded in this style deserved chastisement for
+their very success;—as warriors have been punished, even after gaining a
+victory, because they had taken the liberty of gaining it in an
+irregular or unestablished manner. What, then, was to be said to those
+who failed? to those who presumed, as in the present lamentable
+instance, to imitate the license and ease of the bolder sons of song,
+without any of that grace or vigour which gave a dignity even to
+negligence;—who, like them, flung the jereed[199] carelessly, but not,
+like them, to the mark;—“and who,” said he, raising his voice, to excite
+a proper degree of wakefulness in his hearers, “contrive to appear heavy
+and constrained in the midst of all the latitude they allow themselves,
+like one of those young pagans that dance before the Princess, who is
+ingenious enough to move as if her limbs were fettered, in a pair of the
+lightest and loosest drawers of Masulipatam!”
+
+It was but little suitable, he continued, to the grave march of
+criticism to follow this fantastical Peri, of whom they had just heard,
+through all her flights and adventures between earth and heaven; but he
+could not help adverting to the puerile conceitedness of the Three Gifts
+which she is supposed to carry to the skies,—a drop of blood, forsooth,
+a sigh, and a tear! How the first of these articles was delivered into
+the Angel’s “radiant hand” he professed himself at a loss to discover;
+and as to the safe carriage of the sigh and the tear, such Peris and
+such poets were beings by far too incomprehensible for him even to guess
+how they managed such matters. “But, in short,” said he, “it is a waste
+of time and patience to dwell longer upon a thing so incurably
+frivolous,—puny even among its own puny race, and such as only the
+Banyan Hospital[200] for Sick Insects should undertake.”
+
+In vain did LALLA ROOKH try to soften this inexorable critic; in vain
+did she resort to her most eloquent common-places,—reminding him that
+poets were a timid and sensitive race, whose sweetness was not to be
+drawn forth, like that of the fragrant grass near the Ganges, by
+crushing and trampling upon them;[201]—that severity often
+extinguished every chance of the perfection which it demanded; and
+that, after all, perfection was like the Mountain of the Talisman,—no
+one had ever yet reached its summit.[202] Neither these gentle axioms,
+nor the still gentler looks with which they were inculcated, could
+lower for one instant the elevation of FADLADEEN’S eyebrows, or charm
+him into any thing like encouragement, or even toleration, of her
+poet. Toleration, indeed, was not among the weaknesses of
+FADLADEEN:—he carried the same spirit into matters of poetry and of
+religion, and, though little versed in the beauties or sublimities of
+either, was a perfect master of the art of persecution in both. His
+zeal was the same, too, in either pursuit; whether the game before him
+was pagans or poetasters,—worshippers of cows, or writers of epics.
+
+They had now arrived at the splendid city of Lahore, whose mausoleums
+and shrines, magnificent and numberless, where Death appeared to share
+equal honours with Heaven, would have powerfully affected the heart and
+imagination of LALLA ROOKH, if feelings more of this earth had not taken
+entire possession of her already. She was here met by messengers,
+despatched from Cashmere, who informed her that the King had arrived in
+the Valley, and was himself superintending the sumptuous preparations
+that were then making in the Saloons of the Shalimar for her reception.
+The chill she felt on receiving this intelligence,—which to a bride
+whose heart was free and light would have brought only images of
+affection and pleasure,—convinced her that her peace was gone for ever,
+and that she was in love, irretrievably in love, with young FERAMORZ.
+The veil had fallen off in which this passion at first disguises itself,
+and to know that she loved was now as painful as to love _without_
+knowing it had been delicious. FERAMORZ, too,—what misery would be his,
+if the sweet hours of intercourse so imprudently allowed them should
+have stolen into his heart the same fatal fascination as into hers;—if,
+notwithstanding her rank, and the modest homage he always paid to it,
+even _he_ should have yielded to the influence of those long and happy
+interviews, where music, poetry, the delightful scenes of nature,—all
+had tended to bring their hearts close together, and to waken by every
+means that too ready passion, which often, like the young of the
+desert-bird, is warmed into life by the eyes alone![203] She saw but one
+way to preserve herself from being culpable as well as unhappy, and
+this, however painful, she was resolved to adopt. FERAMORZ must no more
+be admitted to her presence. To have strayed so far into the dangerous
+labyrinth was wrong, but to linger in it, while the clue was yet in her
+hand, would be criminal. Though the heart she had to offer to the King
+of Bucharia might be cold and broken, it should at least be pure; and
+she must only endeavour to forget the short dream of happiness she had
+enjoyed,—like that Arabian shepherd, who, in wandering into the
+wilderness, caught a glimpse of the Gardens of Irim, and then lost them
+again for ever![204]
+
+The arrival of the young Bride at Lahore was celebrated in the most
+enthusiastic manner. The Rajas and Omras in her train, who had kept at a
+certain distance during the journey, and never encamped nearer to the
+Princess than was strictly necessary for her safeguard, here rode in
+splendid cavalcade through the city, and distributed the most costly
+presents to the crowd. Engines were erected in all the squares, which
+cast forth showers of confectionery among the people; while the
+artisans, in chariots[205] adorned with tinsel and flying streamers,
+exhibited the badges of their respective trades through the streets.
+Such brilliant displays of life and pageantry among the palaces, and
+domes, and gilded minarets of Lahore, made the city altogether like a
+place of enchantment;—particularly on the day when LALLA ROOKH set out
+again upon her journey, when she was accompanied to the gate by all the
+fairest and richest of the nobility, and rode along between ranks of
+beautiful boys and girls, who kept waving over their heads plates of
+gold and silver flowers,[206] and then threw them around to be gathered
+by the populace.
+
+For many days after their departure from Lahore, a considerable degree
+of gloom hung over the whole party. LALLA ROOKH, who had intended to
+make illness her excuse for not admitting the young minstrel, as usual,
+to the pavilion, soon found that to feign indisposition was
+unnecessary;—FADLADEEN felt the loss of the good road they had hitherto
+travelled, and was very near cursing Jehan-Guire (of blessed memory!)
+for not having continued his delectable alley of trees,[207] at least as
+far as the mountains of Cashmere;—while the Ladies, who had nothing now
+to do all day but to be fanned by peacocks’ feathers and listen to
+FADLADEEN, seemed heartily weary of the life they led, and, in spite of
+all the Great Chamberlain’s criticisms, were so tasteless as to wish for
+the poet again. One evening, as they were proceeding to their place of
+rest for the night, the Princess, who, for the freer enjoyment of the
+air, had mounted her favourite Arabian palfrey, in passing by a small
+grove, heard the notes of a lute from within its leaves, and a voice,
+which she but too well knew, singing the following words:—
+
+                  Tell me not of joys above,
+                    If that world can give no bliss,
+                  Truer, happier than the Love
+                    Which enslaves our souls in this.
+
+                  Tell me not of Houris’ eyes;—
+                    Far from me their dangerous glow,
+                  If those looks that light the skies
+                    Wound like some that burn below.
+
+                  Who, that feels what Love is here,
+                    All its falsehood—all its pain—
+                  Would, for even Elysium’s sphere,
+                    Risk the fatal dream again?
+
+                  Who, that midst a desert’s heat
+                    Sees the waters fade away,
+                  Would not rather die than meet
+                    Streams again as false as they?
+
+The tone of melancholy defiance in which these words were uttered, went
+to LALLA ROOKH’S heart;—and, as she reluctantly rode on, she could not
+help feeling it to be a sad but still sweet certainty, that FERAMORZ was
+to the full as enamoured and miserable as herself.
+
+The place where they encamped that evening was the first delightful spot
+they had come to since they left Lahore. On one side of them was a grove
+full of small Hindoo temples, and planted with the most graceful trees
+of the East; where the tamarind, the cassia, and the silken plantains of
+Ceylon were mingled in rich contrast with the high fanlike foliage of
+the Palmyra,—that favourite tree of the luxurious bird that lights up
+the chambers of its nest with fire-flies.[208] In the middle of the lawn
+where the pavilion stood there was a tank surrounded by small
+mangoe-trees, on the clear cold waters of which floated multitudes of
+the beautiful red lotus;[209] while at a distance stood the ruins of a
+strange and awful-looking tower, which seemed old enough to 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 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 precincts of Delhi, was proceeding most
+learnedly to show that he knew nothing whatever about the matter, when
+one of the Ladies suggested that perhaps FERAMORZ could satisfy their
+curiosity. They were now approaching his native mountains, and this
+tower might perhaps be a relic of some of those dark superstitions,
+which had prevailed in that country before the light of Islam dawned
+upon it. The Chamberlain, who usually preferred his own ignorance to the
+best knowledge that any one else could give him, was by no means pleased
+with this officious reference; and the Princess, too, was about to
+interpose a faint word of objection, but, before either of them could
+speak, a slave was despatched for FERAMORZ, who, in a very few minutes,
+made his appearance before them—looking so pale and unhappy in LALLA
+ROOKH’S eyes, that she repented already of her cruelty in having so long
+excluded him.
+
+That venerable tower, he told them, was the remains of an ancient
+Fire-temple, built by those Ghebers or Persians of the old religion,
+who, many hundred years since, had fled hither from their Arab
+conquerors,[210] preferring liberty and their altars in a foreign land
+to the alternative of apostasy or persecution in their own. It was
+impossible, he added, not to feel interested in the many glorious but
+unsuccessful struggles, which had been made by these original natives of
+Persia to cast off the yoke of their bigoted conquerors. Like their own
+Fire in the Burning Field at Bakou,[211] when suppressed in one place,
+they had but broken out with fresh flame in another; and, as a native of
+Cashmere, of that fair and Holy Valley, which had in the same manner
+become the prey of strangers,[212] and seen her ancient shrines and
+native princes swept away before the march of her intolerant invaders,
+he felt a sympathy, he owned, with the sufferings of the persecuted
+Ghebers, which every monument like this before them but tended more
+powerfully to awaken.
+
+It was the first time that FERAMORZ had ever ventured upon so much
+_prose_ before FADLADEEN, and it may easily be conceived what effect
+such prose as this must have produced upon that most orthodox and
+most pagan-hating personage. He sat for some minutes aghast,
+ejaculating only at intervals, “Bigoted conquerors!—sympathy with
+Fire-worshippers!”[213]—while FERAMORZ, happy to take advantage of
+this almost speechless horror of the Chamberlain, proceeded to say
+that he knew a melancholy story, connected with the events of one of
+those struggles of the brave Fire-worshippers against their Arab
+masters, which, if the evening was not too far advanced, he should
+have much pleasure in being allowed to relate to the Princess. It
+was impossible for LALLA ROOKH to refuse;—he had never before looked
+half so animated; and when he spoke of the Holy Valley his eyes had
+sparkled, she thought, like the talismanic characters on the
+scimitar of Solomon. Her consent was therefore most readily granted;
+and while FADLADEEN sat in unspeakable dismay, expecting treason and
+abomination in every line, the poet thus began his story of the
+Fire-worshippers:—
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+                          The Fire Worshippers
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+  ’Tis moonlight over OMAN’S SEA;[214]
+    Her banks of pearl and palmy isles
+  Bask in the night-beam beauteously,
+    And her blue waters sleep in smiles.
+  ’Tis moonlight in HARMOZIA’S[215] walls,
+  And through her EMIR’S porphyry halls,
+  Where, some hours since, was heard the swell
+  Of trumpet and the clash of zel,[216]
+  Bidding the bright-eyed sun farewell;—
+  The peaceful sun, whom better suits
+    The music of the bulbul’s nest,
+  Or the light touch of lovers’ lutes,
+    To sing him to his golden rest.
+  All hush’d—there’s not a breeze in motion;
+  The shore is silent as the ocean.
+  If zephyrs come, so light they come,
+    Nor leaf is stirr’d nor wave is driven;—
+  The wind-tower on the EMIR’S dome[217]
+    Can hardly win a breath from heaven.
+
+  Even he, that tyrant Arab, sleeps
+  Calm, while a nation round him weeps;
+  While curses load the air he breathes,
+  And falchions from unnumbered sheaths
+  Are starting to avenge the shame
+  His race hath brought on IRAN’S[218] name.
+  Hard, heartless Chief, unmov’d alike
+  Mid eyes that weep, and swords that strike;—
+  One of that saintly, murderous brood,
+    To carnage and the Koran given,
+  Who think through unbelievers’ blood
+    Lies their directest path to heaven;—
+  One, who will pause and kneel unshod
+    In the warm blood his hand hath pour’d,
+  To mutter o’er some text of God
+    Engraven on his reeking sword;[219]—
+  Nay, who can coolly note the line,
+  The letter of those words divine,
+  To which his blade, with searching art,
+  Had sunk into its victim’s heart!
+
+  Just ALLA! what must be thy look,
+    When such a wretch before thee stands
+  Unblushing, with thy Sacred Book,—
+    Turning the leaves with blood-stain’d hands,
+  And wresting from its page sublime
+  His creed of lust, and hate, and crime;—
+  Even as those bees of TREBIZOND,
+    Which, from the sunniest flowers that glad
+  With their pure smile the gardens round,
+    Draw venom forth that drives men mad.[220]
+
+  Never did fierce ARABIA send
+    A satrap forth more direly great;
+  Never was IRAN doom’d to bend
+    Beneath a yoke of deadlier weight.
+  Her throne had fallen—her pride was crush’d—
+  Her sons were willing slaves, nor blush’d,
+  In their own land,—no more their own,—
+  To crouch beneath a stranger’s throne.
+  Her towers, where MITHRA once had burn’d,
+  To Moslem shrines—oh shame!—were turn’d,
+  Where slaves, converted by the sword,
+  Their mean, apostate worship pour’d,
+  And curs’d the faith their sires ador’d.
+  Yet has she hearts, mid all this ill,
+  O’er all this wreck high buoyant still
+  With hope and vengeance;—hearts that yet—
+    Like gems, in darkness, issuing rays
+  They’ve treasur’d from the sun that’s set,—
+    Beam all the light of long-lost days!
+  And swords she hath, nor weak nor slow
+    To second all such hearts can dare;
+  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
+  Those waves are hush’d, those planets shine;
+  Sleep on, and be thy rest unmov’d
+    By the white moonbeam’s dazzling power;—
+  None but the loving and the lov’d
+    Should be awake at this sweet hour.
+
+  And see—where, high above those rocks
+    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,[221]
+  Hang from the lattice, long and wild—
+  ’Tis she, that EMIR’S blooming child,
+  All truth and tenderness and grace,
+  Though born of such ungentle race;—
+  An image of Youth’s radiant Fountain
+  Springing in a desolate mountain![222]
+
+  Oh what a pure and sacred thing
+    Is Beauty, curtain’d from the sight
+  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,
+  Like holy mysteries, lain enshrin’d.
+  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 breath’d but theirs.
+
+  Beautiful are the maids that glide,
+    On summer-eves, through YEMEN’S[223] dales,
+  And bright the glancing looks they hide
+    Behind their litters’ roseate veils;—
+  And brides, as delicate and fair
+  As the white jasmine flowers they wear,
+  Hath YEMEN in her blissful clime,
+    Who, lull’d in cool kiosk or bower,[224]
+  Before their mirrors count the time,[225]
+    And grow still lovelier every hour.
+  But never yet hath bride or maid
+    In ARABY’S gay Haram smil’d,
+  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;—
+  With eyes so pure, that from their ray
+  Dark Vice would turn abash’d away,
+  Blinded like serpents, when they gaze
+  Upon the emerald’s virgin blaze;[226]—
+  Yet fill’d with all youth’s sweet desires,
+  Mingling the meek and vestal fires
+  Of other worlds with all the bliss,
+  The fond, weak tenderness of this:
+  A soul, too, more than half divine,
+    Where, through some shades of earthly feeling.
+  Religion’s soften’d glories shine,
+    Like light through summer foliage stealing,
+  Shedding a glow of such mild hue,
+  So warm, and yet so shadowy too,
+  As makes the very darkness there
+  More beautiful than light elsewhere.
+
+  Such is the maid who, at this hour,
+    Hath risen from her restless sleep,
+  And sits alone in that high bower,
+    Watching the still and shining deep.
+  Ah! ’twas not thus,—with tearful eyes
+    And beating heart,—she used to gaze
+  On the magnificent earth and skies,
+    In her own land, in happier days.
+  Why looks she now so anxious down
+  Among those rocks, whose rugged frown
+    Blackens the mirror of the deep?
+  Whom waits she all this lonely night?
+    Too rough the rocks, too bold the steep,
+  For man to scale that turret’s height!—
+
+  So deem’d at least her thoughtful sire,
+    When high, to catch the cool night-air,
+  After the day-beam’s withering fire,[227]
+    He built her bower of freshness there,
+  And had it deck’d with costliest skill,
+    And fondly thought it safe as fair:—
+  Think, reverend dreamer! think so still,
+    Nor wake to learn what Love can dare;—
+  Love, all-defying Love, who sees
+  No charm in trophies won with ease;—
+  Whose rarest, dearest fruits of bliss
+  Are pluck’d on Danger’s precipice!
+  Bolder than they who dare not dive
+    For pearls, but when the sea’s at rest,
+  Love, in the tempest most alive,
+    Hath ever held that pearl the best
+  He finds beneath the stormiest water.
+  Yes—ARABY’S unrivall’d daughter,
+  Though high that tower, that rock-way rude,
+    There’s one who, but to kiss thy cheek,
+  Would climb the’ untrodden solitude
+    Of ARARAT’S tremendous peak,[228]
+  And think its steeps, though dark and dread,
+  Heaven’s pathways, if to thee they led!
+  Even now thou seest the flashing spray,
+  That lights his oar’s impatient way;—
+  Even now thou hear’st the sudden shock
+  Of his swift bark against the rock,
+  And stretchest down thy arms of snow,
+  As if to lift him from below!
+  Like her to whom, at dead of night,
+  The bridegroom, with his locks of light,[229]
+  Came, in the flush of love and pride,
+  And scal’d the terrace of his bride;—
+  When, as she saw him rashly spring,
+  And midway up in danger cling,
+  She flung him down her long black hair,
+  Exclaiming, breathless, “There, love, there!”
+  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.
+  See—light as up their granite steeps
+    The rock-goats of ARABIA clamber,[230]
+  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! ’twas by a moon
+    As fair as this, while singing over
+      Some ditty to her soft Kanoon,[231]
+  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?)
+  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,
+  She saw a youth, of mortal kind,
+    Before her in obeisance cast,—
+  Yet often since, when he hath spoken
+  Strange, awful words,—and gleams have broken
+  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,
+  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;
+  But one of earth’s impassion’d sons,
+    As warm in love, as fierce in ire,
+  As the best heart whose current runs
+    Full of the Day-God’s living fire.
+  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:
+  And those were dreams of troubled sleep,
+  From which ’twas joy to wake and weep;
+  Visions, that will not be forgot,
+    But sadden every waking scene,
+  Like warning ghosts, that leave the spot
+    All wither’d where they once have been.
+
+  “How sweetly,” said the trembling maid,
+  Of her own gentle voice afraid,
+  So long had they in silence stood,
+  Looking upon that tranquil flood—
+  “How sweetly does the moon-beam smile
+  “To-night upon yon leafy isle!
+  “Oft, in my fancy’s wanderings,
+  “I’ve wish’d that little isle had wings,
+  “And we, within its fairy bowers,
+    “Were wafted off to seas unknown,
+  “Where not a pulse should beat but ours,
+    “And we might live, love, die alone!
+  “Far from the cruel and the cold,—
+    “Where the bright eyes of angels only
+  “Should come around us, to behold
+    “A paradise so pure and lonely.
+  “Would this be world enough for thee?”—
+  Playful she turn’d, that he might see
+    The passing smile her cheek put on;
+  But when she mark’d how mournfully
+    His eyes met hers, that smile was gone;
+  And, bursting into heart-felt tears,
+  “Yes, yes,” she cried, “my hourly fears,
+  “My dreams have boded all too right—
+  “We part—for ever part—to-night!
+  “I knew, I knew it _could_ not last—
+  “’Twas bright, ’twas heavenly, but ’tis past
+  “Oh! ever thus, from childhood’s hour,
+    “I’ve seen my fondest hopes decay;
+  “I never lov’d a tree or flower,
+    “But ’twas the first to fade away.
+  “I never nurs’d 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!
+  “Now too—the joy most like divine
+    “Of all I ever dreamt or knew,
+  “To see thee, hear thee, call thee mine,—
+    “Oh misery! must I lose _that_ too?
+  Yet go—on peril’s brink we meet;—
+    “Those frightful rocks—that treacherous sea—
+  “No, never come again—though sweet,
+    “Though heaven, it may be death to thee.
+  “Farewell—and blessings on thy way,
+    “Where’er thou goest, beloved stranger!
+  “Better to sit and watch that ray,
+  “And think thee safe, though far away,
+    “Than have thee near me, and in danger!”
+
+  “Danger!—oh, tempt me not to boast—”
+  The youth exclaim’d—“thou little know’st
+  “What he can brave, who, born and nurst
+  “In Danger’s paths, has dar’d her worst;
+  “Upon whose ear the signal word
+    “Of strife and death is hourly breaking;
+  “Who sleeps with head upon the sword
+    “His fever’d hand must grasp in waking.
+  “Danger!—”
+            “Say on—thou fear’st not then,
+  “And we may meet—oft meet again?”
+
+  “Oh! look not so—beneath the skies
+  “I now fear nothing but those eyes.
+  “If aught on earth could charm or force
+  “My spirit from its destin’d course,—
+  “If aught could make this soul forget
+  “The bond to which its seal is set,
+  “’Twould be those eyes;—they, only they,
+  “Could melt that sacred seal away!
+  “But no—’tis fix’d—_my_ awful doom
+  “Is fix’d—on this side of the tomb
+  “We meet no more;—why, why did Heaven
+  “Mingle two souls that earth has riven,
+  “Has rent asunder wide as ours?
+  “Oh, Arab maid, as soon the Powers
+  “Of Light and Darkness may combine,
+  “As I be link’d with thee or thine!
+  “Thy Father⸺”
+                 “Holy ALLA save
+  “Thou know’st him not—he loves the brave;
+    “Nor lives there under heaven’s expanse
+  “One who would prize, would worship thee
+  “And thy bold spirit, more than he.
+  “Oft when, in childhood, I have play’d
+    “With the bright falchion by his side,
+    “I’ve heard him swear his lisping maid
+    “In time should be a warrior’s bride.
+  “And still, whene’er at Haram hours
+  “I take him cool sherbets and flowers,
+  “He tells me, when in playful mood,
+    “A hero shall my bridegroom be,
+  “Since maids are best in battle woo’d,
+    “And won with shouts of victory!
+  “Nay, turn not from me—thou alone
+  “Art form’d to make both hearts thy own.
+  “Go—join his sacred ranks—thou know’st
+    “The’ unholy strife these Persians wage:—
+  “Good Heaven, that frown!—even now thou glow’st
+    “With more than mortal warrior’s rage.
+  “Haste to the camp by morning’s light,
+  “And, when that sword is raised in fight,
+  “Oh still remember, Love and I
+  “Beneath its shadow trembling lie!
+  “One victory o’er those Slaves of Fire,
+  “Those impious Ghebers, whom my sire
+  “Abhors⸺”
+         “Hold, hold—thy words are death—”
+    The stranger cried, as wild he flung
+  His mantle back, and show’d beneath
+    The Gheber belt that round him clung.—[232]
+  “Here, maiden, look—weep—blush to see
+  “All that thy sire abhors in me!
+  “Yes—_I_ am of that impious race,
+    “Those Slaves of Fire, who, morn and even,
+  “Hail their Creator’s dwelling-place
+    “Among the living lights of heaven:[233]
+  “Yes—_I_ am of that outcast few,
+  “To IRAN and to vengeance true,
+  “Who curse the hour your Arabs came
+  “To desolate our shrines of flame,
+  “And swear, before God’s burning eye,
+  “To break our country’s chains, or die!
+  “Thy bigot sire,—nay, tremble not,—
+    “He, who gave birth to those dear eyes,
+  “With me is sacred as the spot
+    “From which our fires of worship rise!
+  “But know—’twas he I sought that night,
+    “When, from my watch-boat on the sea,
+  “I caught this turret’s glimmering light,
+    “And up the rude rocks desperately
+  “Rush’d to my prey—thou know’st the rest—
+  “I climb’d the gory vulture’s nest,
+  “And found a trembling dove within;—
+  “Thine, thine the victory—thine the sin—
+  “If Love hath made one thought his own,
+  “That Vengeance claims first—last—alone!
+  “Oh! had we never, never met,
+  “Or could this heart e’en now forget
+  “How link’d, how bless’d we might have been,
+  “Had fate not frown’d so dark between!
+  “Hadst thou been born a Persian maid,
+    “In neighbouring valleys had we dwelt,
+  “Through the same fields in childhood play’d,
+    “At the same kindling altar knelt,—
+  “Then, then, while all those nameless ties,
+  “In which the charm of Country lies,
+  “Had round our hearts been hourly spun,
+  “Till IRAN’S cause and thine were one;
+  “While in thy lute’s awakening sigh
+  “I heard the voice of days gone by,
+  “And saw, in every smile of thine,
+  “Returning hours of glory shine;—
+  “While the wrong’d Spirit of our Land
+    “Liv’d, look’d, and spoke her wrongs through thee,—
+  “God! who could then this sword withstand?
+    “Its very flash were victory!
+  “But now—estrang’d, divorc’d for ever,
+  “Far as the grasp of Fate can sever;
+  “Our only ties what love has wove,—
+    “In faith, friends, country, sunder’d wide;
+  “And then, then only, true to love,
+    “When false to all that’s dear beside!
+  “Thy father IRAN’S deadliest foe—
+  “Thyself perhaps, even now—but no—
+  “Hate never look’d so lovely yet!
+    “No—sacred to thy soul will be
+  “The land of him who could forget
+    “All but that bleeding land for thee.
+  “When other eyes shall see, unmov’d,
+  “Her widows mourn, her warriors fall,
+  “Thou’lt think how well one Gheber lov’d,
+    “And for _his_ sake thou’lt weep for all!
+  “But look⸺”
+           With sudden start he turn’d
+  And pointed to the distant wave,
+  Where lights, like charnel meteors, burn’d
+    Bluely, as o’er some seaman’s grave;
+  And fiery darts, at intervals,[234]
+    Flew up all sparkling from the main,
+  As if each star that nightly falls,
+    Were shooting back to heaven again.
+  “My signal lights!—I must away—
+  “Both, both are ruin’d, if I stay.
+  “Farewell—sweet life! thou cling’st in vain—
+  “Now, Vengeance, I am thine again!”
+
+  Fiercely he broke away, nor stopp’d,
+  Nor look’d—but from the lattice dropp’d
+  Down ’mid the pointed crags beneath,
+  As if he fled from love to death.
+  While pale and mute young HINDA stood
+  Nor mov’d, till in the silent flood
+  A momentary plunge below
+  Startled her from her trance of woe;—
+  Shrieking she to the lattice flew,
+    “I come—I come—if in that tide
+  “Thou sleep’st to-night, I’ll sleep there too,
+    “In death’s cold wedlock, by thy side.
+  “Oh! I would ask no happier bed
+    “Than the chill wave my love lies under:—
+  “Sweeter to rest together dead,
+    “Far sweeter, than to live asunder!”
+  But no—their hour is not yet come—
+    Again she sees his pinnace fly,
+  Wafting him fleetly 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 behind!
+
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+
+
+
+
+The Princess, whose heart was sad enough already, could have wished that
+FERAMORZ had chosen a less melancholy story; as it is only to the happy
+that tears are a luxury. Her Ladies, however, were by no means sorry
+that love was once more the Poet’s theme; for, whenever he spoke of
+love, they said, his voice was as sweet as if he had chewed the leaves
+of that enchanted tree, which grows over the tomb of the musician,
+Tan-Sein.[235]
+
+Their road all the morning had lain through a very dreary
+country;—through valleys, covered with a low bushy jungle, where, in
+more than one place, the awful signal of the bamboo staff,[236] with the
+white flag at its top, reminded the traveller that, in that very spot,
+the tiger had made some human creature his victim. It was, therefore,
+with much pleasure that they arrived at sunset in a safe and lovely
+glen, and encamped under one of those holy trees, whose smooth columns
+and spreading roofs seem to destine them for natural temples of
+religion. Beneath this spacious shade, some pious hands had erected a
+row of pillars ornamented with the most beautiful porcelain,[237] which
+now supplied the use of mirrors to the young maidens, as they adjusted
+their hair in descending from the palankeens. Here, while, as usual, the
+Princess sat listening anxiously, with FADLADEEN in one of his loftiest
+moods of criticism by her side, the young Poet, leaning against a branch
+of the tree, thus continued his story:—
+
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+
+
+
+
+  The morn hath risen clear and calm,
+    And o’er the Green Sea[238] palely shines,
+  Revealing BAHREIN’S[239] groves of palm,
+    And lighting KISHMA’S[239] amber vines.
+  Fresh smell the shores of ARABY,
+  While breezes from the Indian sea
+  Blow round SELAMA’S[240] sainted cape,
+    And curl the shining flood beneath,—
+  Whose waves are rich with many a grape,
+    And cocoa-nut and flowery wreath,
+  Which pious seamen, as they pass’d,
+  Had tow’rd that holy headland cast—
+  Oblations to the Genii there
+  For gentle skies and breezes fair!
+  The nightingale now bends her flight[241]
+  From the high trees, where all the night
+    She sung so sweet, with none to listen;
+  And hides her from the morning star
+    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[242]
+  That ever youthful Sultan wore
+    On the first morning of his reign.
+
+  And see—the Sun himself!—on wings
+  Of glory up the East he springs.
+  Angel of Light! who from the time
+  Those heavens began their march sublime,
+  Hath first of all the starry choir
+  Trod in his Maker’s steps of fire!
+    Where are the days, thou wondrous sphere,
+  When IRAN, like a sun-flower, turn’d
+  To meet that eye where’er it burn’d?—
+    When, from the banks of BENDEMEER
+  To the nut-groves of SAMARCAND,
+  Thy temples flam’d o’er all the land?
+  Where are they? ask the shades of them
+    Who, on CADESSIA’S[243] bloody plains,
+  Saw fierce invaders pluck the gem
+  From IRAN’S broken diadem,
+    And bind her ancient faith in chains:—
+  Ask the poor exile, cast alone
+  On foreign shores, unlov’d, unknown,
+  Beyond the Caspian’s Iron Gates,[244]
+    Or on the snowy Mossian mountains,
+  Far from his beauteous land of dates,
+    Her jasmine bowers and sunny fountains:
+  Yet happier so than if he trod
+  His own belov’d, but blighted, sod,
+  Beneath a despot stranger’s nod!—
+  Oh, he would rather houseless roam
+    Where Freedom and his God may lead,
+  Than be the sleekest slave at home
+    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,[245]
+  Whose buds fly open with a sound
+  That shakes the pigmy forests round!
+
+  Yes, EMIR! he, who scal’d that tower,
+    And, had he reach’d thy slumbering breast,
+  Had taught thee, in a Gheber’s power
+    How safe e’en tyrant heads may rest—
+  Is one of many, brave as he,
+  Who loathe thy haughty race and thee;
+  Who, though they know the strife is vain,
+  Who, though they know the riven chain
+  Snaps but to enter in the heart
+  Of him who rends its links apart,
+  Yet dare the issue,—blest to be
+  E’en for one bleeding moment free,
+  And die in pangs of liberty!
+  Thou know’st them well—’tis some moons since
+    Thy turban’d troops and blood-red flags,
+  Thou satrap of a bigot Prince,
+    Have swarm’d among these Green Sea crags;
+  Yet here, e’en here, a sacred band,
+  Ay, in the portal of that land
+  Thou, Arab, dar’st to call thy own,
+  Their spears across thy path have thrown;
+  Here—ere the winds half wing’d thee o’er—
+  Rebellion brav’d thee from the shore.
+
+  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’d.
+  How 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
+  From the warm earth, if chill’d at first,
+  If check’d in soaring from the plain,
+  Darken to fogs and sink again;—
+  But, if they once triumphant spread
+  Their wings above the mountain-head,
+  Become enthroned in upper air,
+  And turn to sun-bright glories there!
+
+  And who is he, that wields the might
+    Of Freedom on the Green Sea brink,
+  Before whose sabre’s dazzling light[246]
+    The eyes of YEMEN’S warriors wink?
+  Who comes, embower’d in the spears
+  Of KERMAN’S hardy mountaineers?—
+  Those mountaineers that truest, last,
+    Cling to their country’s ancient rites,
+  As if that God, whose eyelids cast
+    Their closing gleam on IRAN’S heights,
+  Among her snowy mountains threw
+  The last light of his worship too!
+
+  ’Tis 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.
+  ’Tis HAFED, most accurs’d and dire
+  (So rank’d by Moslem hate and ire)
+  Of all the rebel Sons of Fire;
+  Of whose malign, tremendous power
+  The Arabs, at their mid-watch hour,
+  Such tales of fearful wonder tell,
+  That each affrighted sentinel
+  Pulls down his cowl upon his eyes,
+  Lest HAFED in the midst should rise!
+  A man, they say, of monstrous birth,
+  A mingled race of flame and earth,
+  Sprung from those old, enchanted kings,[247]
+    Who in their fairy helms, of yore,
+  A feather from the mystic wings
+    Of the Simoorgh resistless wore;
+  And gifted by the Fiends of Fire,
+  Who groan’d to see their shrines expire,
+  With charms that, all in vain withstood,
+  Would drown the Koran’s light in blood!
+
+  Such were the tales, that won belief,
+    And such the colouring Fancy gave
+  To a young, warm, and dauntless Chief,—
+    One who, no more than mortal brave,
+  Fought for the land his soul ador’d,
+    For happy homes and altars free,—
+  His only talisman, the sword,
+    His only spell-word, Liberty!
+  One of that ancient hero line,
+  Along whose glorious current shine
+  Names, that have sanctified their blood;
+  As LEBANON’S small mountain-flood
+  Is render’d holy by the ranks
+  Of sainted cedars on its banks.[248]
+  ’Twas not for him to crouch the knee
+  Tamely to Moslem tyranny;
+  ’Twas not for him, whose soul was cast
+  In the bright mould of ages past,
+  Whose melancholy spirit, fed
+  With all the glories of the dead,
+  Though fram’d for IRAN’S happiest years,
+  Was born among her chains and tears!—
+  ’Twas not for him to swell the crowd
+  Of slavish heads, that shrinking bow’d
+  Before the Moslem, as he pass’d,
+  Like shrubs beneath the poison-blast—
+  No—far he fled—indignant fled
+    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 welcom’d he
+  The sparkle of the first sword drawn
+    For vengeance and for liberty!
+
+  But vain was valour—vain the flower
+  Of KERMAN, in that deathful hour,
+  Against AL HASSAN’S whelming power.—
+  In vain they met him, helm to helm,
+  Upon the threshold of that realm
+  He came in bigot pomp to sway,
+  And with their corpses block’d his way—
+  In vain—for every lance they rais’d,
+  Thousands around the conqueror blaz’d;
+  For every arm that lin’d their shore,
+  Myriads of slaves were wafted o’er,—
+  A bloody, bold, and countless crowd,
+  Before whose swarm as fast they bow’d
+  As dates beneath the locust cloud.
+
+  There stood—but one short league away
+  From old HARMOZIA’S sultry bay—
+  A rocky mountain, o’er the Sea
+  Of OMAN beetling awfully:[249]
+  A last and solitary link
+    Of those stupendous chains that reach
+  From the broad Caspian’s reedy brink
+    Down winding to the Green Sea beach.
+  Around its base the bare rocks stood,
+  Like naked giants, in the flood,
+    As if to guard the Gulf across;
+  While, on its peak, that brav’d the sky,
+  A ruin’d Temple tower’d, so high
+    That oft the sleeping albatross[250]
+  Struck the wild ruins with her wing,
+  And from her cloud-rock’d slumbering
+  Started—to find man’s dwelling there
+  In her own silent fields of air!
+  Beneath, terrific caverns gave
+  Dark welcome to each stormy wave
+  That dash’d, like midnight revellers, in;—
+  And such the strange, mysterious din
+  At times throughout those caverns roll’d,—
+  And such the fearful wonders told
+  Of restless sprites imprison’d there,
+  That bold were Moslem, who would dare,
+  At twilight hour, to steer his skiff
+  Beneath the Gheber’s lonely cliff.[251]
+
+  On the land side, those towers sublime,
+  That seem’d above the grasp of Time,
+  Were sever’d from the haunts of men
+  By a wide, deep, and wizard glen,
+  So fathomless, so full of gloom,
+    No eye could pierce the void between:
+  It seem’d a place where Gholes might come
+  With their foul banquets from the tomb,
+    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 ’twere 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;[252]
+  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,
+  Still did the mighty flame burn on,[253]
+  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!”
+  O’er a dark, narrow bridge-way, known
+  To him and to his Chiefs alone,
+  They cross’d the chasm and gain’d the towers,—
+  “This home,” he cried, “at least is ours;—
+  “Here we may bleed, unmock’d by hymns
+    “Of Moslem triumph o’er our head;
+  “Here we may fall, nor leave our limbs
+    “To quiver to the Moslem’s tread.
+  “Stretch’d on this rock, while vultures’ beaks
+  “Are whetted on our yet warm cheeks,
+  “Here—happy that no tyrant’s eye
+  “Gloats on our torments—we may die!”—
+
+  ’Twas night when to those towers they came,
+  And gloomily the fitful flame,
+  That from the ruin’d altar broke,
+  Glar’d on his features, as he spoke:—
+  “’Tis o’er—what men could do, we’ve done—
+  “If IRAN _will_ look tamely on,
+  “And see her priests, her warriors driven
+    “Before a sensual bigot’s nod,
+  “A wretch, who shrines his lusts in heaven,
+    “And makes a pander of his God;
+  “If her proud sons, her high-born souls,
+    “Men, in whose veins—oh last disgrace!
+  “The blood of ZAL and RUSTAM[254] rolls,—
+    “If they _will_ court this upstart race,
+  “And turn from MITHRA’S ancient ray,
+  “To kneel at shrines of yesterday;
+  “If they _will_ crouch to IRAN’S foes,
+    “Why, let them—till the land’s despair
+  “Cries out to Heaven, and bondage grows
+    “Too vile for e’en the vile to bear!
+  “Till shame at last, long hidden, burns
+  “Their inmost core, and conscience turns
+  “Each coward tear the slave lets fall
+  “Back on his heart in drops of gall.
+  “But _here_, at least, are arms unchain’d,
+  “And souls that thraldom never stain’d;—
+    “This spot, at least, no foot of slave
+  “Or satrap ever yet profan’d;
+    “And though but few—though fast the wave
+  “Of life is ebbing from our veins,
+  “Enough for vengeance still remains.
+  “As panthers, after set of sun,
+  “Rush from the roots of LEBANON
+  “Across the dark sea-robber’s way,[255]
+  “We’ll bound upon our startled prey;
+  “And when some hearts that proudest swell
+  “Have felt our falchion’s last farewell;
+  “When Hope’s expiring throb is o’er,
+  “And e’en despair can prompt no more,
+  “This spot shall be the sacred grave
+  “Of the last few who, vainly brave,
+  “Die for the land they cannot save!”
+
+  His Chiefs stood round—each shining blade
+  Upon the broken altar laid—
+  And though so wild and desolate
+  Those courts, where once the Mighty sate;
+  No longer on those mouldering towers
+  Was seen the feast of fruits and flowers,
+  With which of old the Magi fed
+  The wandering Spirits of their Dead;[256]
+  Though neither priest nor rites were there,
+    Nor charmed leaf of pure pomegranate;[257]
+  Nor hymn, nor censer’s fragrant air,
+    Nor symbol of their worshipp’d planet;[258]
+  Yet the same God that heard their sires
+  Heard _them_, while on that altar’s fires
+  They swore[259] the latest, holiest deed
+  Of the few hearts, still left to bleed,
+  Should be, in IRAN’S injur’d name,
+  To die upon that Mount of Flame—
+  The last of all her patriot line,
+  Before her last untrampled Shrine!
+
+  Brave, suffering souls! they little knew
+  How many a tear their injuries drew
+  From one meek maid, one gentle foe,
+  Whom love first touch’d with others’ woe—
+  Whose life, as free from thought as sin,
+  Slept like a lake, till Love threw in
+  His talisman, and woke the tide,
+  And spread its trembling circles wide.
+  Once, EMIR! thy unheeding child,
+  ’Mid all this havoc, bloom’d and smil’d,—
+  Tranquil as on some battle plain
+    The Persian lily shines and towers,[260]
+  Before the combat’s reddening stain
+    Hath fall’n upon her golden flowers.
+  Light-hearted maid, unaw’d, unmov’d,
+  While Heaven but spar’d the sire she lov’d,
+  Once at thy evening tales of blood
+  Unlistening and aloof she stood—
+  And oft, when thou hast pac’d along
+    Thy Haram halls with furious heat,
+  Hast thou not curs’d her cheerful song,
+    That came across thee, calm and sweet,
+  Like lutes of angels, touch’d so near
+  Hell’s confines, that the damn’d can hear!
+
+  Far other feelings Love hath brought—
+    Her soul all flame, her brow all sadness,
+  She now has but the one dear thought,
+    And thinks that o’er, almost to madness!
+  Oft doth her sinking heart recall
+  His words—“For _my_ sake weep for all;”
+  And bitterly, as day on day
+    Of rebel carnage fast succeeds,
+  She weeps a lover snatch’d away
+    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.
+  No more she brings with footstep light
+  AL HASSAN’S falchion for the fight;
+  And—had he look’d with clearer sight,
+  Had not the mists, that ever rise
+  From a foul spirit, dimm’d his eyes—
+  He would have mark’d her shuddering frame,
+  When from the field of blood he came,
+  The faltering speech—the look estrang’d—
+  Voice, step, and life, and beauty chang’d—
+  He would have mark’d all this, and known
+  Such change is wrought by Love alone!
+
+  Ah! not the Love, that should have bless’d
+  So young, so innocent a breast;
+  Not the pure, open, prosperous Love,
+  That, pledg’d on earth and seal’d above,
+  Grows in the world’s approving eyes,
+    In friendship’s smile and home’s caress,
+  Collecting all the heart’s sweet ties
+    Into one knot of happiness!
+  No, HINDA, no,—thy fatal flame
+  Is nurs’d in silence, sorrow, shame;—
+    A passion, without hope or pleasure,
+  In thy soul’s darkness buried deep,
+    It lies, like some ill-gotten treasure,—
+  Some idol, without shrine or name,
+  O’er which its pale-eyed votaries keep
+  Unholy watch, while others sleep.
+
+  Seven nights have darken’d OMAN’S sea,
+    Since last, beneath the moonlight ray,
+  She saw his light oar rapidly
+    Hurry her Gheber’s bark away,—
+  And still she goes, at midnight hour,
+  To weep alone in that high bower,
+  And watch, and look along the deep
+  For him whose smiles first made her weep;—
+  But watching, weeping, all was vain,
+  She never saw his bark again.
+  The owlet’s solitary cry,
+  The night-hawk, flitting darkly by,
+    And oft the hateful carrion bird,
+  Heavily flapping his clogg’d wing,
+  Which reek’d with that day’s banqueting—
+    Was all she saw, was all she heard.
+
+  ’Tis the eighth morn—AL HASSAN’S brow
+    Is brighten’d with unusual joy—
+  What mighty mischief glads him now,
+    Who never smiles but to destroy?
+  The sparkle upon HERKEND’S Sea,
+  When toss’d at midnight furiously,[261]
+  Tells not of wreck and ruin nigh,
+  More surely than that smiling eye!
+  “Up, daughter, up—the KERNA’S[262] breath
+  “Has blown a blast would waken death,
+  “And yet thou sleep’st—up, child, and see
+  “This blessed day for Heaven and me,
+  “A day more rich in Pagan blood
+  “Than ever flash’d o’er OMAN’S flood.
+  “Before another dawn shall shine,
+  “His head—heart—limbs—will all be mine;
+  “This very night his blood shall steep
+  “These hands all over ere I sleep!”—
+  “_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.
+  “Thanks to all-conquering treachery,
+    “Without whose aid the links accurst,
+  “That bind these impious slaves, would be
+    “Too strong for ALLA’S self to burst!
+  “That rebel fiend, whose blade has spread
+  “My path with piles of Moslem dead,
+  “Whose baffling spells had almost driven
+  “Back from their course the Swords of Heaven,
+  “This night, with all his band, shall know
+  “How deep an Arab’s steel can go,
+  “When God and Vengeance speed the blow.
+  “And—Prophet! by that holy wreath
+  “Thou wor’st on OHOD’S field of death,[263]
+  “I swear, for every sob that parts
+  “In anguish from these heathen hearts,
+  “A gem from PERSIA’S plunder’d mines
+  “Shall glitter on thy Shrine of Shrines.
+  “But, ha!—she sinks—that look so wild—
+  “Those livid lips—my child, my child,
+  “This life of blood befits not thee,
+  “And thou must back to ARABY.
+    “Ne’er had I risk’d thy timid sex
+  “In scenes that man himself might dread,
+  “Had I not hop’d our every tread
+    “Would be on prostrate Persian necks—
+  “Curst race, they offer swords instead!
+  “But cheer thee, maid,—the wind that now
+  “Is blowing o’er thy feverish brow,
+  “To-day shall waft thee from the shore;
+  “And, ere a drop of this night’s gore
+  “Have time to chill in yonder towers,
+  “Thou’lt see thy own sweet Arab bowers!”
+
+  His bloody boast was all too true;
+  There lurk’d one wretch among the few
+  Whom HAFED’S eagle eye could count
+  Around him on that Fiery Mount,—
+  One miscreant, who for gold betray’d
+  The pathway through the valley’s shade
+  To those high towers, where Freedom stood
+  In her last hold of flame and blood.
+  Left on the field last dreadful night,
+  When, sallying from their Sacred height,
+  The Ghebers fought hope’s farewell fight,
+  He lay—but died not with the brave;
+  That sun, which should have gilt his grave,
+  Saw him a traitor and a slave;—
+  And, while the few, who thence return’d
+  To their high rocky fortress mourn’d
+  For him among the matchless dead
+  They left behind on glory’s bed,
+  He liv’d, and, in the face of morn,
+  Laugh’d them and Faith and Heaven to scorn.
+
+  Oh for a tongue to curse the slave,
+    Whose treason, like a deadly blight,
+  Comes o’er the councils of the brave,
+    And blasts them in their hour of might!
+  May Life’s unblessed cup for him
+  Be drugg’d with treacheries to the brim,—
+  With hopes, that but allure to fly,
+    With joys, that vanish while he sips,
+  Like Dead Sea fruits, that tempt the eye,
+    But turn to ashes on the lips![264]
+  His country’s curse, his children’s shame,
+  Outcast of virtue, peace, and fame,
+  May he, at last, with lips of flame
+  On the parch’d desert thirsting die,—
+  While lakes, that shone in mockery nigh,[265]
+  Are fading off, untouch’d, untasted,
+  Like the once glorious hopes he blasted!
+  And, when from earth his spirit flies,
+    Just Prophet, let the damn’d one dwell
+  Full in the sight of Paradise,
+    Beholding heaven, and feeling hell!
+
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+
+
+
+
+LALLA ROOKH had, the night before, been visited by a dream which, in
+spite of the impending fate of poor HAFED, made her heart more than
+usually cheerful during the morning, and gave her cheeks all the
+freshened animation of a flower that the Bid-musk had just passed
+over.[266] She fancied that she was sailing on that Eastern Ocean, where
+the sea-gipsies, who live for ever on the water,[267] 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 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[268] were hastily handed round, and
+after a short prelude on his lute, in the pathetic measure of Nava,[269]
+which is always used to express the lamentations of absent lovers, the
+Poet thus continued:—
+
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+
+
+
+
+  The day is lowering—stilly black
+  Sleeps the grim wave, while heaven’s rack,
+  Dispers’d and wild, ’twixt earth and sky
+  Hangs like a shatter’d canopy.
+  There’s not a cloud in that blue plain
+    But tells of storm to come or past;—
+  Here, flying loosely as the mane
+    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.
+  On earth ’twas yet all calm around,
+  A pulseless silence, dread, profound,
+  More awful than the tempest’s sound.
+  The diver steer’d for ORMUS’ bowers,
+  And moor’d his skiff till calmer hours;
+  The sea-birds, with portentous screech,
+  Flew fast to land;—upon the beach
+  The pilot oft had paus’d, with glance
+  Turn’d upward to that wild expanse;—
+  And all was boding, drear, and dark
+  As her own soul, when HINDA’S bark
+  Went slowly from the Persian shore.—
+  No music tim’d her parting oar,[270]
+  Nor friends upon the lessening strand
+  Linger’d, to wave the unseen hand,
+  Or speak the farewell, heard no more;—
+  But lone, unheeded, from the bay
+  The vessel takes its mournful way,
+  Like some ill-destin’d bark that steers
+  In silence through the Gate of Tears.[271]
+
+  And where was stern AL HASSAN then?
+  Could not that saintly scourge of men
+  From bloodshed and devotion spare
+  One minute for a farewell there?
+  No—close within, in changeful fits
+  Of cursing and of prayer, he sits
+  In savage loneliness to brood
+  Upon the coming night of blood,—
+    With that keen second-scent of death,
+  By which the vulture snuffs his food
+    In the still warm and living breath![272]
+  While o’er the wave his weeping daughter
+  Is wafted from these scenes of slaughter,—
+  As a young bird of BABYLON,[273]
+  Let loose to tell of victory won,
+  Flies home, with wing, ah! not unstain’d
+  By the red hands that held her chain’d.
+
+  And does the long-left home she seeks
+  Light up no gladness on her cheeks?
+  The flowers she nurs’d—the well-known groves,
+  Where oft in dreams her spirit roves—
+  Once more to see her dear gazelles
+  Come bounding with their silver bells;
+  Her birds’ new plumage to behold,
+    And the gay, gleaming fishes count,
+  She left, all filleted with gold,
+    Shooting around their jasper fount;[274]
+  Her little garden mosque to see,
+    And once again, at evening hour,
+  To tell her ruby rosary[275]
+    In her own sweet acacia bower.—
+  Can these delights, that wait her now,
+  Call up no sunshine on her brow?
+  No,—silent, from her train apart,—
+  As if e’en now she felt at heart
+  The chill of her approaching doom,—
+  She sits, all lovely in her gloom
+  As a pale Angel of the Grave;
+  And o’er the wide, tempestuous wave,
+  Looks, with a shudder, to those towers,
+  Where, in a few short awful hours,
+  Blood, blood, in streaming tides shall run.
+  Foul incense for to-morrow’s sun!
+  “Where art thou, glorious stranger! thou,
+  “So loved, so lost, where art thou now?
+  “Foe—Gheber—infidel—whate’er
+  “The’ unhallow’d name thou’rt doom’d to bear,
+  “Still glorious—still to this fond heart
+  “Dear as its blood, whate’er thou art!
+  “Yes—ALLA, dreadful ALLA! yes—
+  “If there be wrong, be crime in this,
+  “Let the black waves that round us roll,
+  “Whelm me this instant, ere my soul,
+  “Forgetting faith—home—father—all—
+  “Before its earthly idol fall,
+  “Nor worship e’en Thyself above him—
+  “For, oh, so wildly do I love him,
+  “Thy Paradise itself were dim
+  “And joyless, if not shared with him!”
+
+  Her hands were clasp’d—her eyes upturn’d,
+    Dropping their tears like moonlight rain;
+  And, though her lip, fond raver! burn’d
+    With words of passion, bold, profane,
+  Yet was there light around her brow,
+    A holiness in those dark eyes,
+  Which show’d, though wandering earthward now,
+    Her spirit’s home was in the skies.
+  Yes—for a spirit pure as hers
+  Is always pure, e’en while it errs;
+  As sunshine, broken in the rill,
+  Though turn’d astray, is sunshine still!
+
+  So wholly had her mind forgot
+  All thoughts but one, she heeded not
+  The rising storm—the wave that cast
+  A moment’s midnight, as it pass’d—
+  Nor heard the frequent shout, the tread
+  Of gathering tumult o’er her head—
+  Clash’d swords, and tongues that seem’d to vie
+  With the rude riot of the sky.—
+  But, hark!—that war-whoop on the deck—
+    That crash, as if each engine there,
+  Masts, sails, and all, were gone to wreck,
+    Mid yells and stampings of despair!
+  Merciful Heaven! what _can_ it be?
+  ’Tis not the storm, though fearfully
+  The ship has shudder’d as she rode
+  O’er mountain-waves—“Forgive me, God!
+  “Forgive me”—shrieked the maid, and knelt,
+  Trembling all over—for she felt
+  As if her judgment-hour was near
+  While crouching round, half dead with fear,
+  Her handmaids clung, nor breath’d, nor stirr’d—
+  When, hark!—a second crash—a third—
+  And now, as if a bolt of thunder
+  Had riv’n the labouring planks asunder,
+  The deck falls in—what horrors then!
+  Blood, waves, and tackle, swords and men
+  Come mix’d together through the chasm,—
+  Some wretches in their dying spasm
+  Still fighting on—and some that call
+  “For GOD and IRAN!” as they fall!
+
+    Whose was the hand that turn’d away
+  The perils of the’ infuriate fray,
+  And snatch’d her breathless from beneath
+  This wilderment of wreck and death?
+  She knew not—for a faintness came
+  Chill o’er her, and her sinking frame
+  Amid the ruins of that hour
+  Lay, like a pale and scorched flower,
+  Beneath the red volcano’s shower.
+  But, oh! the sights and sounds of dread
+  That shock’d her ere her senses fled!
+  The yawning deck—the crowd that strove
+  Upon the tottering planks above—
+  The sail, whose fragments, shivering o’er
+  The strugglers’ heads, all dash’d with gore,
+  Flutter’d like bloody flags—the clash
+  Of sabres, and the lightning’s flash
+  Upon their blades, high toss’d about
+  Like meteor brands[276]—as if throughout
+    The elements one fury ran,
+  One general rage, that left a doubt
+    Which was the fiercer, Heaven or Man!
+
+  Once too—but no—it could not be—
+    ’Twas fancy all—yet once she thought,
+  While yet her fading eyes could see,
+    High on the ruin’d deck she caught
+  A glimpse of that unearthly form,
+    That glory of her soul,—e’en then,
+  Amid the whirl of wreck and storm,
+    Shining above his fellow-men,
+  As, on some black and troublous night,
+  The Star of EGYPT,[277] whose proud light
+  Never hath beam’d on those who rest
+  In the White Islands of the West,[278]
+  Burns through the storm with looks of flame
+  That put Heaven’s cloudier eyes to shame.
+  But no—’twas but the minute’s dream—
+  A fantasy—and ere the scream
+  Had half-way pass’d her pallid lips,
+  A death-like swoon, a chill eclipse
+  Of soul and sense its darkness spread
+  Around her, and she sunk, as dead.
+
+  How calm, how beautiful comes on
+  The stilly hour, when storms are gone;
+  When warring winds have died away,
+  And clouds, beneath the glancing ray,
+  Melt off, and leave the land and sea
+  Sleeping in bright tranquillity,—
+  Fresh as if Day again were born,
+  Again upon the lap of Morn!—
+  When the light blossoms, rudely torn
+  And scatter’d at the whirlwind’s will,
+  Hang floating in the pure air still,
+  Filling it all with precious balm,
+  In gratitude for this sweet calm;—
+  And every drop the thunder-showers
+  Have left upon the grass and flowers
+  Sparkles, as ’twere that lightning-gem[279]
+  Whose liquid flame is born of them!
+  When, ’stead of one unchanging breeze,
+    There blow a thousand gentle airs,
+    And each a different perfume bears,—
+  As if the loveliest plants and trees
+  Had vassal breezes of their own
+  To watch and wait on them alone,
+    And waft no other breath than theirs:
+  When the blue waters rise and fall,
+  In sleepy sunshine mantling all;
+  And e’en that swell the tempest leaves
+  Is like the full and silent heaves
+  Of lovers’ hearts, when newly blest,
+  Too newly to be quite at rest.
+
+  Such was the golden hour that broke
+  Upon the world, when HINDA woke
+  From her long trance, and heard around
+  No motion but the water’s sound
+  Rippling against the vessel’s side,
+  As slow it mounted o’er the tide.—
+  But where is she?—her eyes are dark,
+  Are wilder’d still—is this the bark,
+  The same, that from HARMOZIA’S bay
+  Bore her at morn—whose bloody way
+  The sea-dog track’d?—no—strange and new
+  Is all that meets her wondering view.
+  Upon a galliot’s deck she lies,
+    Beneath no rich pavilion’s shade,—
+  No plumes to fan her sleeping eyes,
+    Nor jasmine on her pillow laid.
+  But the rude litter, roughly spread
+  With war-cloaks, is her homely bed,
+  And shawl and sash, on javelins hung,
+  For awning o’er her head are flung.
+  Shuddering she look’d around—there lay
+    A group of warriors in the sun,
+  Resting their limbs, as for that day
+    Their ministry of death were done.
+  Some gazing on the drowsy sea,
+  Lost in unconscious reverie;
+  And some, who seem’d but ill to brook
+  That sluggish calm, with many a look
+  To the slack sail impatient cast,
+  As loose it flagg’d around the mast.
+
+  Blest ALLA! who shall save her now?
+    There’s not in all that warrior band
+  One Arab sword, one turban’d brow
+    From her own Faithful Moslem land.
+  Their garb—the leathern belt[280] that wraps
+    Each yellow vest[281]—that rebel hue—
+  The Tartar fleece upon their caps[282]—
+    Yes—yes—her fears are all too true,
+  And Heaven hath, in this dreadful hour,
+  Abandon’d her to HAFED’S power;—
+  HAFED, the Gheber!—at the thought
+    Her very heart’s blood chills within;
+  He, whom her soul was hourly taught
+    To loathe, as some foul fiend of sin,
+  Some minister, whom Hell had sent
+  To spread its blast, where’er he went,
+  And fling, as o’er our earth he trod,
+  His shadow betwixt man and God!
+  And she is now his captive,—thrown
+  In his fierce hands, alive, alone;
+  His the infuriate band she sees,
+  All infidels—all enemies!
+  What was the daring hope that then
+  Cross’d her like lightning, as again,
+  With boldness that despair had lent,
+    She darted through that armed crowd
+  A look so searching, so intent,
+    That e’en the sternest warrior bow’d
+  Abash’d, when he her glances caught,
+  As if he guess’d whose form they sought.
+  But no—she sees him not—’tis gone,
+  The vision that before her shone
+  Through all the maze of blood and storm,
+  Is fled—’twas but a phantom form—
+  One of those passing, rainbow dreams,
+  Half light, half shade, which Fancy’s beams
+  Paint on the fleeting mists that roll
+  In trance or slumber round the soul.
+
+  But now the bark, with livelier bound,
+    Scales the blue wave—the crew’s in motion,
+  The oars are out, and with light sound
+    Break the bright mirror of the ocean,
+  Scattering its brilliant fragments round.
+  And now she sees—with horror sees,
+    Their course is tow’rd that mountain-hold,—
+  Those towers, that make her life-blood freeze,
+  Where MECCA’S godless enemies
+    Lie, like beleaguer’d scorpions, roll’d
+    In their last deadly, venomous fold!
+  Amid the’ illumin’d land and flood
+  Sunless that mighty mountain stood;
+  Save where, above its awful head,
+  There shone a flaming cloud, blood-red,
+  As ’twere the flag of destiny
+  Hung out to mark where death would be!
+
+  Had her bewilder’d mind the power
+  Of thought in this terrific hour,
+  She well might marvel where or how
+  Man’s foot could scale that mountain’s brow,
+  Since ne’er had Arab heard or known
+  Of path but through the glen alone.—
+  But every thought was lost in fear,
+  When, as their bounding bark drew near
+  The craggy base, she felt the waves
+  Hurry them tow’rd those dismal caves,
+  That from the Deep in windings pass
+  Beneath that Mount’s volcanic mass;—
+  And loud a voice on deck commands
+  To lower the mast and light the brands!—
+  Instantly o’er the dashing tide
+  Within a cavern’s mouth they glide,
+  Gloomy as that eternal Porch
+    Through which departed spirits go:—
+  Not e’en the flare of brand and torch
+    Its flickering light could further throw
+    Than the thick flood that boil’d below.
+  Silent they floated—as if each
+  Sat breathless, and too aw’d for speech
+  In that dark chasm, where even sound
+  Seem’d dark,—so sullenly around
+  The goblin echoes of the cave
+  Mutter’d it o’er the long black wave,
+  As ’twere some secret of the grave!
+
+  But soft—they pause—the current turns
+    Beneath them from its onward track;—
+  Some mighty, unseen barrier spurns
+    The vexed tide, all foaming, back,
+  And scarce the oars’ redoubled force
+  Can stem the eddy’s whirling force;
+  When, hark!—some desperate foot has sprung
+  Among the rocks—the chain is flung—
+  The oars are up—the grapple clings,
+  And the toss’d bark in moorings swings.
+  Just then, a day-beam through the shade
+  Broke tremulous—but, ere the maid
+  Can see from whence the brightness steals,
+  Upon her brow she shuddering feels
+  A viewless hand, that promptly ties
+  A bandage round her burning eyes;
+  While the rude litter where she lies,
+  Uplifted by the warrior throng,
+  O’er the steep rocks is borne along.
+
+  Blest power of sunshine!—genial Day,
+  What balm, what life is in thy ray!
+  To feel thee is such real bliss,
+  That had the world no joy but this,
+  To sit in sunshine calm and sweet,—
+  It were a world too exquisite
+  For man to leave it for the gloom,
+  The deep, cold shadow of the tomb.
+  E’en HINDA, though she saw not where
+    Or whither wound the perilous road,
+  Yet knew by that awakening air,
+    Which suddenly around her glow’d,
+  That they had risen from darkness then,
+  And breath’d the sunny world again!
+
+  But soon this balmy freshness fled—
+  For now the steepy labyrinth led
+  Through damp and gloom—’mid crash of boughs,
+  And fall of loosen’d crags that rouse
+  The leopard from his hungry sleep,
+    Who, starting, thinks each crag a prey,
+  And long is heard, from steep to steep,
+    Chasing them down their thundering way!
+  The jackal’s cry—the distant moan
+  Of the hyæna, fierce and lone—
+  And that eternal saddening sound
+    Of torrents in the glen beneath,
+  As ’twere the ever-dark Profound
+    That rolls beneath the Bridge of Death!
+  All, all is fearful—e’en to see,
+    To gaze on those terrific things
+  She now but blindly hears, would be
+    Relief to her imaginings;
+  Since never yet was shape so dread,
+    But Fancy, thus in darkness thrown
+  And by such sounds of horror fed,
+    Could frame more dreadful of her own.
+
+  But does she dream? has Fear again
+  Perplex’d the workings of her brain,
+  Or did a voice, all music, then
+  Come from the gloom, low whispering near—
+  “Tremble not, love, thy Gheber’s here!”
+  She _does_ not dream—all sense, all ear,
+  She drinks the words, “Thy Gheber’s here.”
+  ’Twas his own voice—she could not err—
+    Throughout the breathing world’s extent
+  There was but _one_ such voice for her,
+    So kind, so soft, so eloquent!
+  Oh, sooner shall the rose of May
+    Mistake her own sweet nightingale,
+  And to some meaner minstrel’s lay
+    Open her bosom’s glowing veil,[283]
+  Than Love shall ever doubt a tone,
+  A breath of the beloved one!
+
+  Though blest, ’mid all her ills, to think
+    She has that one beloved near,
+  Whose smile, though met on ruin’s brink,
+    Hath power to make e’en ruin dear,—
+  Yet soon this gleam of rapture, crost
+  By fears for him, is chill’d and lost.
+  How shall the ruthless HAFED brook
+  That one of Gheber blood should look,
+  With aught but curses in his eye,
+  On her—a maid of ARABY—
+  A Moslem maid—the child of him,
+    Whose bloody banner’s dire success
+  Hath left their altars cold and dim,
+    And their fair land a wilderness!
+  And, worse than all, that night of blood
+    Which comes so fast—oh! who shall stay
+  The sword, that once hath tasted food
+    Of Persian hearts, or turn its way?
+  What arm shall then the victim cover,
+  Or from her father shield her lover?
+
+  “Save him, my God!” she inly cries—
+  “Save him this night—and if thine eyes
+    “Have ever welcom’d with delight
+  “The sinner’s tears, the sacrifice
+    “Of sinners’ hearts—guard him this night,
+  “And here, before thy throne, I swear
+  “From my heart’s inmost core to tear
+    “Love, hope, remembrance, though they be
+  “Link’d with each quivering life-string there,
+    “And give it bleeding all to Thee!
+  “Let him but live,—the burning tear,
+  “The sighs, so sinful, yet so dear,
+  “Which have been all too much his own,
+  “Shall from this hour be Heaven’s alone.
+  “Youth pass’d in penitence, and age
+  “In long and painful pilgrimage,
+  “Shall leave no traces of the flame
+  “That wastes me now—nor shall his name
+  “E’er bless my lips, but when I pray
+  “For his dear spirit, that away
+  “Casting from its angelic ray
+  “The’ eclipse of earth, he, too, may shine
+  “Redeem’d, all glorious and all Thine!
+  “Think—think what victory to win
+  “One radiant soul like his from sin,—
+  “One wandering star of virtue back
+  “To its own native, heaven-ward track!
+  “Let him but live, and both are Thine,
+    “Together Thine—for, blest or crost,
+  “Living or dead, his doom is mine,
+    “And, if _he_ perish, both are lost!”
+
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+
+
+
+
+The next evening LALLA ROOKH was entreated by her Ladies to continue the
+relation of her wonderful dream; but the fearful interest that hung
+round the fate of HINDA and her lover had completely removed every trace
+of it from her mind;—much to the disappointment of a fair seer or two in
+her train, who prided themselves on their skill in interpreting visions,
+and who had already remarked, as an unlucky omen, that the Princess, on
+the very morning after the dream, had worn a silk dyed with the blossoms
+of the sorrowful tree, Nilica.[284]
+
+FADLADEEN, whose indignation had more than once broken out during the
+recital of some parts of this heterodox poem, seemed at length to have
+made up his mind to the infliction; and took his seat this evening with
+all the patience of a martyr, while the Poet resumed his profane and
+seditious story as follows:—
+
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+
+
+
+
+  To tearless eyes and hearts at ease
+  The leafy shores and sun-bright seas,
+  That lay beneath that mountain’s height,
+  Had been a fair enchanting sight.
+  ’Twas one of those ambrosial eves
+  A day of storm so often leaves
+  At its calm setting—when the West
+  Opens her golden bowers of rest,
+  And a moist radiance from the skies
+  Shoots trembling down, as from the eyes
+  Of some meek penitent, whose last
+  Bright hours atone for dark ones past,
+  And whose sweet tears, o’er wrong forgiven,
+  Shine, as they fall, with light from heaven!
+
+  ’Twas stillness all—the winds that late
+    Had rush’d through KERMAN’S almond groves,
+  And shaken from her bowers of date
+    That cooling feast the traveller loves,[285]
+  Now, lull’d to languor, scarcely curl
+    The Green Sea wave, whose waters gleam
+  Limpid, as if her mines of pearl
+    Were melted all to form the stream:
+  And her fair islets, small and bright,
+    With their green shores reflected there,
+  Look like those PERI isles of light,
+    That hang by spell-work in the air.
+
+  But vainly did those glories burst
+  On HINDA’S dazzled eyes, when first
+  The bandage from her brow was taken,
+  And, pale and aw’d as those who waken
+  In their dark tombs—when, scowling near,
+  The Searchers of the Grave[286] appear,—
+  She shuddering turn’d to read her fate
+    In the fierce eyes that flash’d around;
+  And saw those towers all desolate,
+    That o’er her head terrific frown’d,
+  As if defying e’en the smile
+  Of that soft heaven to gild their pile.
+  In vain, with mingled hope and fear,
+  She looks for him whose voice so dear
+  Had come, like music, to her ear—
+  Strange, mocking dream! again ’tis fled.
+  And oh, the shoots, the pangs of dread
+  That through her inmost bosom run,
+    When voices from without proclaim
+  “HAFED, the Chief”—and, one by one,
+    The warriors shout that fearful name!
+  He comes—the rock resounds his tread—
+  How shall she dare to lift her head,
+  Or meet those eyes whose scorching glare
+  Not YEMEN’S boldest sons can bear?
+  In whose red beam, the Moslem tells,
+  Such rank and deadly lustre dwells,
+  As in those hellish fires that light
+  The mandrake’s charnel leaves at night.[287]
+  How shall she bear that voice’s tone,
+  At whose loud battle-cry alone
+  Whole squadrons oft in panic ran,
+  Scatter’d like some vast caravan,
+  When, stretch’d at evening round the well,
+  They hear the thirsting tiger’s yell!
+  Breathless she stands, with eyes cast down,
+  Shrinking beneath the fiery frown,
+  Which, fancy tells her, from that brow
+  Is flashing o’er her fiercely now:
+  And shuddering as she hears the tread
+    Of his retiring warrior band.—
+  Never was pause so full of dread;
+    Till HAFED with a trembling hand
+  Took hers, and, leaning o’er her, said,
+  “HINDA;”—that word was all he spoke,
+  And ’twas enough—the shriek that broke
+    From her full bosom, told the rest.—
+  Panting with terror, joy, surprise,
+  The maid but lifts her wondering eyes,
+    To hide them on her Gheber’s breast!
+  ’Tis he, ’tis he—the man of blood,
+  The fellest of the Fire-fiend’s brood,
+  HAFED, the demon of the fight,
+  Whose voice unnerves, whose glances blight,—
+  Is her own loved Gheber, mild
+  And glorious as when first he smil’d
+  In her lone tower, and left such beams
+  Of his pure eye to light her dreams,
+  That she believ’d her bower had given
+  Rest to some wanderer from heaven!
+
+  Moments there are, and this was one,
+  Snatch’d like a minute’s gleam of sun
+  Amid the black Simoom’s eclipse—
+    Or, like those verdant spots that bloom
+  Around the crater’s burning lips,
+    Sweetening the very edge of doom!
+  The past—the future—all that Fate
+  Can bring of dark or desperate
+  Around such hours, but makes them cast
+  Intenser radiance while they last!
+
+  Even he, this youth—though dimm’d and gone
+  Each star of Hope that cheer’d him on—
+  His glories lost—his cause betray’d—
+  IRAN, his dear-lov’d country made
+  A land of carcasses and slaves,
+  One dreary waste of chains and graves!—
+  Himself but lingering, dead at heart,
+    To see the last, long struggling breath
+  Of Liberty’s great soul depart,
+    Then lay him down and share her death—
+  Even he, so sunk in wretchedness,
+    With doom still darker gathering o’er him,
+  Yet, in this moment’s pure caress,
+    In the mild eyes that shone before him,
+  Beaming that blest assurance, worth
+  All other transports known on earth,
+  That he was lov’d—well, warmly lov’d—
+  Oh! in this precious hour he prov’d
+  How deep, how thorough-felt the glow
+  Of rapture, kindling out of woe;—
+  How exquisite one single drop
+  Of bliss, thus sparkling to the top
+  Of misery’s cup—how keenly quaff’d,
+  Though death must follow on the draught!
+
+  She, too, while gazing on those eyes
+    That sink into her soul so deep,
+  Forgets all fears, all miseries,
+    Or feels them like a wretch in sleep,
+  Whom fancy cheats into a smile,
+  Who dreams of joy, and sobs the while!
+  The mighty Ruins where they stood,
+    Upon the mount’s high, rocky verge,
+  Lay open tow’rds the ocean flood,
+    Where lightly o’er the illumin’d surge
+  Many a fair bark that, all the day,
+  Had lurk’d in sheltering creek or bay,
+  Now bounded on, and gave their sails,
+  Yet dripping, to the evening gales;
+  Like eagles, when the storm is done,
+  Spreading their wet wings in the sun.
+  The beauteous clouds, though daylight’s Star
+  Had sunk behind the hills of LAR,
+  Were still with lingering glories bright,—
+  As if, to grace the gorgeous West,
+    The Spirit of departing Light
+  That eve had left his sunny vest
+    Behind him, ere he wing’d his flight.
+  Never was scene so form’d for love!
+  Beneath them waves of crystal move
+  In silent swell—Heaven glows above,
+  And their pure hearts, to transport given,
+  Swell like the wave, and glow like Heaven.
+
+  But, ah! too soon that dream is past—
+    Again, again her fear returns;—
+  Night, dreadful night, is gathering last,
+    More faintly the horizon burns,
+  And every rosy tint that lay
+  On the smooth sea hath died away.
+  Hastily to the darkening skies
+  A glance she casts—then wildly cries
+  “_At night_, he said—and, look, ’tis near—
+    “Fly, fly—if yet thou lov’st me, fly—
+  “Soon will his murderous band be here,
+    “And I shall see thee bleed and die.—
+  “Hush! heard’st thou not the tramp of men
+  “Sounding from yonder fearful glen?—
+  “Perhaps e’en now they climb the wood—
+    “Fly, fly—though still the West is bright,
+  “He’ll come—oh! yes—he wants thy blood—
+    “I know him—he’ll not wait for night!”
+
+  In terrors e’en to agony
+    She clings around the wondering Chief;—
+  “Alas, poor wilder’d maid! to me
+    “Thou ow’st this raving trance of grief.
+  “Lost as I am, nought ever grew
+  “Beneath my shade but perish’d too—
+  “My doom is like the Dead Sea air,
+  “And nothing lives that enters there!
+  “Why were our barks together driven
+  “Beneath this morning’s furious heaven?
+  “Why, when I saw the prize that chance
+    “Had thrown into my desperate arms,—
+  “When, casting but a single glance
+    “Upon thy pale and prostrate charms,
+  “I vow’d (though watching viewless o’er
+    “Thy safety through that hour’s alarms)
+  “To meet the’ unmanning sight no more—
+  “Why have I broke that heart-wrung vow?
+  “Why weakly, madly met thee now?—
+  “Start not—that noise is but the shock
+    “Of torrents through yon valley hurl’d—
+  “Dread nothing here—upon this rock
+  “We stand above the jarring world,
+  “Alike beyond its hope—its dread—
+  “In gloomy safety, like the Dead!
+  “Or, could e’en earth and hell unite
+  “In league to storm this Sacred Height,
+  “Fear nothing thou—myself, to-night,
+  “And each o’erlooking star that dwells
+  “Near God will be thy sentinels;—
+  “And, ere to-morrow’s dawn shall glow,
+  “Back to thy sire⸺”
+                       “To-morrow!—no—”
+  The maiden scream’d—“thou’lt never see
+  “To-morrow’s sun—death, death will be
+  “The night-cry through each reeking tower,
+  “Unless we fly, ay, fly this hour!
+  “Thou art betray’d—some wretch who knew
+  “That dreadful glen’s mysterious clew—
+  “Nay, doubt not—by yon stars, ’tis true—
+  “Hath sold thee to my vengeful sire;
+  “This morning, with that smile so dire
+  “He wears in joy, he told me all,
+  “And stamp’d in triumph through our hall,
+  “As though thy heart already beat
+  “Its last life-throb beneath his feet!
+  “Good Heaven, how little dream’d I then
+    “His victim was my own lov’d youth!—
+  “Fly—send—let some one watch the glen—
+    “By all my hopes of heaven ’tis truth!”
+
+  Oh! colder than the wind that freezes
+    Founts, that but now in sunshine play’d,
+  Is that congealing pang which seizes
+    The trusting bosom, when betray’d.
+  He felt it—deeply felt—and stood,
+  As if the tale had frozen his blood,
+    So maz’d and motionless was he;—
+  Like one whom sudden spells enchant,
+  Or some mute, marble habitant
+    Of the still Halls of ISHMONIE![288]
+
+  But soon the painful chill was o’er,
+  And his great soul, herself once more,
+  Look’d from his brow in all the rays
+  Of her best, happiest, grandest days.
+  Never, in moment most elate,
+    Did that high spirit loftier rise;—
+  While bright, serene, determinate,
+    His looks are lifted to the skies,
+  As if the signal lights of Fate
+    Were shining in those awful eyes!
+  ’Tis come—his hour of martyrdom
+  In IRAN’S sacred cause is come;
+  And, though his life hath pass’d away
+  Like lightning on a stormy day,
+  Yet shall his death-hour leave a track
+    Of glory, permanent and bright,
+  To which the brave of after-times,
+  The suffering brave, shall long look back
+    With proud regret,—and by its light
+    Watch through the hours of slavery’s night
+  For vengeance on the’ oppressor’s crimes.
+  This rock, his monument aloft,
+    Shall speak the tale to many an age;
+  And hither bards and heroes oft
+    Shall come in secret pilgrimage,
+  And bring their warrior sons, and tell
+  The wondering boys where HAFED fell;
+  And swear them on those lone remains
+  Of their lost country’s ancient fanes,
+  Never—while breath of life shall live
+  Within them—never to forgive
+  The’ accursed race, whose ruthless chain
+  Hath left on IRAN’S neck a stain
+  Blood, blood alone can cleanse again!
+
+  Such are the swelling thoughts that now
+  Enthrone themselves on HAFED’S brow;
+  And ne’er did saint of ISSA[289] gaze
+    On the red wreath, for martyrs twin’d,
+  More proudly than the youth surveys
+    That pile, which through the gloom behind,
+  Half lighted by the altar’s fire,
+  Glimmers—his destin’d funeral pyre!
+  Heap’d by his own, his comrades’ hands,
+    Of every wood of odorous breath,
+  There, by the Fire-God’s shrine it stands,
+    Ready to fold in radiant death
+  The few still left of those who swore
+  To perish there, when hope was o’er—
+  The few, to whom that couch of flame,
+  Which rescues them from bonds and shame,
+  Is sweet and welcome as the bed
+  For their own infant Prophet spread,
+  When pitying Heaven to roses turn’d
+  The death-flames that beneath him burn’d![290]
+
+  With watchfulness the maid attends
+  His rapid glance, where’er it bends—
+  Why shoot his eyes such awful beams?
+  What plans he now? what thinks or dreams?
+  Alas! why stands he musing here,
+  When every moment teems with fear?
+  “HAFED, my own beloved Lord,”
+  She kneeling cries—“first, last ador’d!
+  “If in that soul thou’st ever felt
+    “Half what thy lips impassioned swore,
+  “Here, on my knees that never knelt
+    “To any but their God before,
+  “I pray thee, as thou lov’st me, fly—
+  “Now, now—ere yet their blades are nigh.
+  “Oh haste—the bark that bore me hither
+    “Can waft us o’er yon darkening sea
+  “East—west—alas, I care not whither,
+    “So thou art safe, and I with thee!
+  “Go where we will, this hand is thine,
+    “Those eyes before me smiling thus,
+  “Through good and ill, through storm and shine,
+    “The world’s a world of love for us!
+  “On some calm, blessed shore we’ll dwell,
+  “Where ’tis no crime to love too well;—
+  “Where thus to worship tenderly
+  “An erring child of light like thee
+  “Will not be sin—or, if it be,
+  “Where we may weep our faults away,
+  “Together kneeling, night and day,
+  “Thou, for _my_ sake, at ALLA’S shrine,
+  “And I—at _any_ God’s, for thine!”
+
+  Wildly these passionate words she spoke—
+    Then hung her head, and wept for shame;
+  Sobbing, as if her heart-string broke
+    With every deep-heav’d sob that came.
+  While he, young, warm—oh! wonder not
+    If, for a moment, pride and fame,
+    His oath—his cause—that shrine of flame,
+  And IRAN’S self are all forgot
+  For her whom at his feet he sees
+  Kneeling in speechless agonies.
+  No, blame him not, if Hope awhile
+  Dawn’d in his soul, and threw her smile
+  O’er hours to come—o’er days and nights,
+  Wing’d with those precious, pure delights
+  Which she, who bends all beauteous there,
+  Was born to kindle and to share.
+  A tear or two, which, as he bow’d
+    To raise the suppliant, trembling stole,
+  First warn’d him of this dangerous cloud
+    Of softness passing o’er his soul.
+  Starting, he brush’d the drops away,
+  Unworthy o’er that cheek to stray;—
+  Like one who, on the morn of fight,
+  Shakes from his sword the dews of night,
+  That had but dimm’d, not stain’d its light.
+  Yet, though subdued the’ unnerving thrill,
+  Its warmth, its weakness linger’d still
+    So touching in each look and tone,
+  That the fond, fearing, hoping maid
+  Half counted on the flight she pray’d,
+    Half thought the hero’s soul was grown
+    As soft, as yielding as her own,
+  And smil’d and bless’d him, while he said,—
+  “Yes—if there be some happier sphere,
+  “Where fadeless truth like ours is dear,—
+  “If there be any land of rest
+    “For those who love and ne’er forget,
+  “Oh! comfort thee—for safe and blest
+    “We’ll meet in that calm region yet!”
+
+  Scarce had she time to ask her heart
+  If good or ill these words impart,
+  When the rous’d youth impatient flew
+  To the tower-wall, where, high in view,
+  A ponderous sea-horn[291] hung, and blew
+  A signal, deep and dread as those
+  The storm-fiend at his rising blows.—
+  Full well his Chieftains, sworn and true
+  Through life and death, that signal knew;
+  For ’twas the’ appointed warring-blast,
+  The’ alarm, to tell when hope was past,
+  And the tremendous death-die cast!
+  And there, upon the mouldering tower,
+  Hath hung this sea-horn many an hour,
+  Ready to sound o’er land and sea
+  That dirge-note of the brave and free.
+  They came—his Chieftains at the call
+  Came slowly round, and with them all—
+  Alas, how few!—the worn remains
+  Of those who late o’er KERMAN’S plains
+  Went gaily prancing to the clash
+    Of Moorish zel and tymbalon,
+  Catching new hope from every flash
+    Of their long lances in the sun,
+  And, as their coursers charg’d the wind,
+  And the white ox-tails stream’d behind,[292]
+  Looking, as if the steeds they rode
+  Were wing’d, and every Chief a God!
+  How fallen, how alter’d now! how wan
+  Each scarr’d and faded visage shone,
+  As round the burning shrine they came!—
+    How deadly was the glare it cast,
+  As mute they pass’d before the flame
+    To light their torches as they pass’d!
+  ’Twas silence all—the youth had plann’d
+  The duties of his soldier-band;
+  And each determin’d brow declares
+  His faithful Chieftains well know theirs.
+
+  But minutes speed—night gems the skies—
+  And oh, how soon, ye blessed eyes,
+  That look from heaven, ye may behold
+  Sights that will turn your star-fires cold!
+  Breathless with awe, impatience, hope,
+  The maiden sees the veteran group
+  Her litter silently prepare,
+    And lay it at her trembling feet;—
+  And now the youth, with gentle care,
+    Hath placed her in the shelter’d seat,
+  And press’d her hand—that lingering press
+    Of hands, that for the last time sever;
+  Of hearts, whose pulse of happiness,
+    When that hold breaks, is dead for ever.
+  And yet to _her_ this sad caress
+    Gives hope—so fondly hope can err!
+  ’Twas joy, she thought, joy’s mute excess—
+    Their happy flight’s dear harbinger;
+  ’Twas warmth—assurance—tenderness—
+    ’Twas any thing but leaving her.
+
+  “Haste, haste!” she cried, “the clouds grow dark,
+  “But still, ere night, we’ll reach the bark;
+  “And by to-morrow’s dawn—oh bliss!
+    “With thee upon the sun-bright deep,
+  “Far off, I’ll but remember this,
+    “As some dark vanish’d dream of sleep;
+  “And thou⸺” but ah!—he answers not—
+    Good Heaven!—and does she go alone?
+  She now has reach’d that dismal spot,
+    Where, some hours since, his voice’s tone
+  Had come to soothe her fears and ills,
+  Sweet as the angel ISRAFIL’S,[293]
+  When every leaf on Eden’s tree
+  Is trembling to his minstrelsy—
+  Yet now—oh, now, he is not nigh.—
+    “HAFED! my HAFED!—if it be
+  “Thy will, thy doom this night to die,
+    “Let me but stay to die with thee,
+  “And I will bless thy lovèd name,
+  “Till the last life-breath leave this frame.
+  “Oh! let our lips, our cheeks be laid
+  “But near each other while they fade;
+  “Let us but mix our parting breaths,
+  “And I can die ten thousand deaths!
+  “You too, who hurry me away
+  “So cruelly, one moment stay—
+    “Oh! stay—one moment is not much—
+  “He yet may come—for _him_ I pray—
+  “HAFED! dear HAFED!—” all the way
+    In wild lamentings, that would touch
+  A heart of stone, she shriek’d his name
+  To the dark woods—no HAFED came:—
+  No—hapless pair—you’ve look’d your last:—
+    Your hearts should both have broken then:
+  The dream is o’er—your doom is cast—
+    You’ll never meet on earth again!
+
+  Alas for him, who hears her cries!
+    Still half-way down the steep he stands,
+  Watching with fix’d and feverish eyes
+    The glimmer of those burning brands,
+  That down the rocks, with mournful ray,
+  Light all he loves on earth away!
+  Hopeless as they who, far at sea,
+    By the cold moon have just consign’d
+  The corse of one, lov’d tenderly,
+    To the bleak flood they leave behind;
+  And on the deck still lingering stay,
+  And long look back, with sad delay,
+  To watch the moonlight on the wave,
+  That ripples o’er that cheerless grave.
+
+  But see—he starts—what heard he then?
+  That dreadful shout!—across the glen
+  From the land-side it comes, and loud
+  Rings through the chasm; as if the crowd
+  Of fearful things, that haunt that dell,
+  Its Gholes and Dives and shapes of hell,
+  Had all in one dread howl broke out,
+  So loud, so terrible that shout!
+  “They come—the Moslems come!” he cries,
+  His proud soul mounting to his eyes,—
+  “Now, Spirits of the Brave, who roam
+  “Enfranchis’d through yon starry dome,
+  “Rejoice—for souls of kindred fire
+  “Are on the wing to join your choir!”
+  He said—and, light as bridegrooms bound
+    To their young loves, reclimb’d the steep
+  And gain’d the Shrine—his Chiefs stood round—
+    Their swords, as with instinctive leap,
+  Together, at that cry accurst,
+  Had from their sheaths, like sunbeams, burst.
+  And hark!—again—again it rings;
+  Near and more near its echoings
+  Peal through the chasm—oh! who that then
+  Had seen those listening warrior-men,
+  With their swords grasp’d, their eyes of flame
+  Turn’d on their Chief—could doubt the shame,
+  The’ indignant shame with which they thrill
+  To hear those shouts and yet stand still?
+
+  He read their thoughts—they were his own—
+    “What! while our arms can wield these blades,
+  “Shall we die tamely? die alone?
+    “Without one victim to our shades,
+  “One Moslem heart, where, buried deep,
+  “The sabre from its toil may sleep?
+  “No—God of IRAN’S burning skies!
+  “Thou scorn’st the’ inglorious sacrifice.
+  “No—though of all earth’s hope bereft,
+  “Life, swords, and vengeance still are left.
+  “We’ll make yon valley’s reeking caves
+    “Live in the awe-struck minds of men,
+  “Till tyrants shudder, when their slaves
+    “Tell of the Ghebers’ bloody glen.
+  “Follow, brave hearts!—this pile remains
+  “Our refuge still from life and chains;
+  “But his the best, the holiest bed,
+  “Who sinks entomb’d in Moslem dead!”
+
+  Down the precipitous rocks they sprung,
+  While vigour, more than human, strung
+  Each arm and heart.—The’ exulting foe
+  Still through the dark defiles below,
+  Track’d by his torches’ lurid fire,
+    Wound slow, as through GOLCONDA’S vale[294]
+  The mighty serpent, in his ire,
+    Glides on with glittering, deadly trail.
+  No torch the Ghebers need—so well
+  They know each mystery of the dell,
+  So oft have, in their wanderings,
+  Cross’d the wild race that round them dwell,
+    The very tigers from their delves
+  Look out, and let them pass, as things
+    Untam’d and fearless like themselves!
+
+  There was a deep ravine, that lay
+  Yet darkling in the Moslem’s way;
+  Fit spot to make invaders rue
+  The many fallen before the few.
+  The torrents from that morning’s sky
+  Had fill’d the narrow chasm breast high,
+  And, on each side, aloft and wild,
+  Huge cliffs and toppling crags were pil’d,—
+  The guards with which young Freedom lines
+  The pathways to her mountain-shrines.
+  Here, at this pass, the scanty band
+  Of IRAN’S last avengers stand;
+  Here wait, in silence like the dead,
+  And listen for the Moslem’s tread
+  So anxiously, the carrion-bird
+  Above them flaps his wing unheard!
+
+  They come—that plunge into the water
+  Gives signal for the work of slaughter.
+  Now, Ghebers, now—if e’er your blades
+    Had point or prowess, prove them now—
+  Woe to the file that foremost wades!
+    They come—a falchion greets each brow,
+  And, as they tumble, trunk on trunk,
+  Beneath the gory waters sunk,
+  Still o’er their drowning bodies press
+  New victims quick and numberless;
+  Till scarce an arm in HAFED’S band,
+    So fierce their toil, hath power to stir,
+  But listless from each crimson hand
+    The sword hangs, clogg’d with massacre.
+  Never was horde of tyrants met
+  With bloodier welcome—never yet
+  To patriot vengeance hath the sword
+  More terrible libations pour’d!
+
+  All up the dreary, long ravine,
+  By the red, murky glimmer seen
+  Of half-quench’d brands that o’er the flood
+  Lie scatter’d round and burn in blood,
+  What ruin glares! what carnage swims!
+  Heads, blazing turbans, quivering limbs,
+  Lost swords that, dropp’d from many a hand,
+  In that thick pool of slaughter stand;—
+  Wretches who wading, half on fire
+    From the toss’d brands that round them fly,
+  ’Twixt flood and flame in shrieks expire;—
+    And some who, grasp’d by those that die,
+  Sink woundless with them, smother’d o’er
+  In their dead brethren’s gushing gore!
+
+  But vainly hundreds, thousands bleed,
+  Still hundreds, thousands more succeed;
+  Countless as tow’rds some flame at night
+  The North’s dark insects wing their flight,
+  And quench or perish in its light,
+  To this terrific spot they pour—
+  Till, bridg’d with Moslem bodies o’er,
+  It bears aloft their slippery tread,
+  And o’er the dying and the dead,
+  Tremendous causeway! on they pass.
+  Then, hapless Ghebers, then, alas,
+  What hope was left for you? for you,
+  Whose yet warm pile of sacrifice
+  Is smoking in their vengeful eyes?—
+  Whose swords how keen, how fierce they knew,
+  And burn with shame to find how few?
+
+  Crush’d down by that vast multitude,
+  Some found their graves where first they stood;
+  While some with hardier struggle died,
+  And still fought on by HAFED’S side,
+  Who, fronting to the foe, trod back
+  Tow’rds the high towers his gory track;
+  And, as a lion swept away
+    By sudden swell of JORDAN’S pride
+  From the wild covert where he lay,[295]
+    Long battles with the o’erwhelming tide,
+  So fought he back with fierce delay,
+  And kept both foes and fate at bay.
+
+  But whither now? their track is lost,
+    Their prey escap’d—guide, torches gone—
+  By torrent-beds and labyrinths crost,
+    The scatter’d crowd rush blindly on—
+  “Curse on those tardy lights that wind,”
+  They panting cry, “so far behind;
+  “Oh for a bloodhound’s precious scent,
+  “To track the way the Gheber went!”
+  Vain wish—confusedly along
+  They rush, more desperate as more wrong:
+  Till, wilder’d by the far-off lights,
+  Yet glittering up those gloomy heights,
+  Their footing, maz’d and lost, they miss,
+  And down the darkling precipice
+  Are dash’d into the deep abyss;
+  Or midway hang, impal’d on rocks,
+  A banquet, yet alive, for flocks
+  Of ravening vultures,—while the dell
+  Re-echoes with each horrible yell.
+
+  Those sounds—the last to vengeance dear,
+  That e’er shall ring in HAFED’S ear,—
+  Now reached him, as aloft, alone,
+  Upon the steep way breathless thrown,
+  He lay beside his reeking blade,
+    Resign’d, as if life’s task were o’er,
+  Its last blood-offering amply paid,
+    And IRAN’S self could claim no more.
+  One only thought, one lingering beam
+  Now broke across his dizzy dream
+  Of pain and weariness—’twas she,
+    His heart’s pure planet, shining yet
+  Above the waste of memory,
+    When all life’s other lights were set.
+  And never to his mind before
+  Her image such enchantment wore.
+  It seem’d as if each thought that stain’d,
+    Each fear that chill’d their loves was past,
+  And not one cloud of earth remain’d
+    Between him and her radiance cast;—
+  As if to charms, before so bright,
+    New grace from other worlds was given,
+  And his soul saw her by the light
+    Now breaking o’er itself from heaven!
+
+  A voice spoke near him—’twas the tone
+  Of a lov’d friend, the only one
+  Of all his warriors, left with life
+  From that short night’s tremendous strife.—
+  “And must we then, my Chief, die here?
+  “Foes round us, and the Shrine so near!”
+  These words have rous’d the last remains
+    Of life within him—“what! not yet
+  “Beyond the reach of Moslem chains!”
+    The thought could make e’en Death forget
+  His icy bondage—with a bound
+  He springs, all bleeding, from the ground,
+  And grasps his comrade’s arm, now grown
+  E’en feebler, heavier than his own,
+  And up the painful pathway leads,
+  Death gaining on each step he treads.
+  Speed them, thou God, who heard’st their vow!
+  They mount—they bleed—oh, save them now!—
+  The crags are red they’ve clamber’d o’er,
+  The rock-weeds dripping with their gore;—
+  Thy blade too, HAFED, false at length,
+  Now breaks beneath thy tottering strength!
+    Haste, haste—the voices of the Foe
+    Come near and nearer from below—
+  One effort more—thank Heaven! ’tis past,
+  They’ve gain’d the topmost steep at last.
+  And now they touch the temple’s walls,
+    Now HAFED sees the Fire divine—
+  When, lo!—his weak, worn comrade falls
+    Dead on the threshold of the Shrine.
+  “Alas, brave soul, too quickly fled!
+    “And must I leave thee withering here,
+  “The sport of every ruffian’s tread,
+    “The mark for every coward’s spear?
+  “No, by yon altar’s sacred beams!”
+  He cries, and, with a strength that seems
+  Not of this world, uplifts the frame
+  Of the fallen Chief, and tow’rds the flame
+  Bears him along;—with death-damp hand
+    The corpse upon the pyre he lays,
+  Then lights the consecrated brand,
+    And fires the pile, whose sudden blaze
+  Like lightning bursts o’er OMAN’S Sea.—
+  “Now, Freedom’s God! I come to Thee,”
+  The youth exclaims, and with a smile
+  Of triumph vaulting on the pile
+  In that last effort, ere the fires
+  Have harm’d one glorious limb, expires!
+
+  What shriek was that on OMAN’S tide?
+    It came from yonder drifting bark,
+  That just hath caught upon her side
+    The death-light—and again is dark.
+  It is the boat—ah, why delay’d?—
+  That bears the wretched Moslem maid;
+  Confided to the watchful care
+    Of a small veteran band, with whom
+  Their generous Chieftain would not share
+    The secret of his final doom,
+  But hop’d when HINDA, safe and free,
+    Was render’d to her father’s eyes,
+  Their pardon, full and prompt, would be
+    The ransom of so dear a prize.—
+  Unconscious, thus, of HAFED’S fate,
+  And proud to guard their beauteous freight,
+  Scarce had they clear’d the surfy waves
+  That foam around those frightful caves,
+  When the curst war-whoops, known so well,
+  Came echoing from the distant dell—
+  Sudden each oar, upheld and still,
+    Hung dripping o’er the vessel’s side,
+  And, driving at the current’s will,
+    They rock’d along the whispering tide;
+  While every eye, in mute dismay,
+    Was tow’rd that fatal mountain turn’d,
+  Where the dim altar’s quivering ray
+    As yet all lone and tranquil burn’d.
+
+  Oh! ’tis not, HINDA, in the power
+    Of Fancy’s most terrific touch
+  To paint thy pangs in that dread hour—
+    Thy silent agony—’twas such
+  As those who feel could paint too well,
+  But none e’er felt and lived to tell!
+  ’Twas not alone the dreary state
+  Of a lorn spirit crush’d by fate,
+  When, though no more remains to dread,
+    The panic chill will not depart;—
+  When, though the inmate Hope be dead,
+    Her ghost still haunts the mouldering heart.
+  No—pleasures, hopes, affections gone,
+  The wretch may bear, and yet live on,
+  Like things, within the cold rock found
+  Alive, when all’s congeal’d around.
+  But there’s a blank repose in this,
+  A calm stagnation, that were bliss
+  To the keen, burning, harrowing pain,
+  Now felt through all thy breast and brain;—
+  That spasm of terror, mute, intense,
+  That breathless, agonis’d suspense,
+  From whose hot throb, whose deadly aching,
+  The heart hath no relief but breaking!
+
+  Calm is the wave—heaven’s brilliant lights
+    Reflected dance beneath the prow;—
+  Time was when, on such lovely nights,
+    She who is there, so desolate now,
+  Could sit all cheerful, though alone,
+    And ask no happier joy than seeing
+  That starlight o’er the waters thrown—
+  No joy but that, to make her blest,
+    And the fresh, buoyant sense of Being,
+  Which bounds in youth’s yet careless breast,—
+  Itself a star, not borrowing light,
+  But in its own glad essence bright.
+  How different now!—but, hark, again
+  The yell of havoc rings—brave men!
+  In vain, with beating hearts, ye stand
+  On the bark’s edge—in vain each hand
+  Half draws the falchion from its sheath;
+    All’s o’er—in rust your blades may lie:—
+  He, at whose word they’ve scatter’d death,
+    E’en now, this night, himself must die!
+  Well may ye look to yon dim tower,
+    And ask, and wondering guess what means
+  The battle-cry at this dead hour—
+    Ah! she could tell you—she, who leans
+  Unheeded there, pale, sunk, aghast,
+  With brow against the dew-cold mast;—
+    Too 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?
+  Some signal!—’tis a torch’s light.
+    What bodes its solitary glare?
+  In gasping silence tow’rd the Shrine
+  All eyes are turn’d—thine, HINDA, thine
+    Fix their last fading life-beams there.
+  ’Twas but a moment—fierce and high
+  The death-pile blaz’d into the sky,
+  And far away, o’er rock and flood
+    Its melancholy radiance sent;
+  While HAFED, like a vision, stood
+  Reveal’d before the burning pyre,
+  Tall, shadowy, like a Spirit of Fire
+    Shrin’d in its own grand element!
+  “’Tis he!”—the shuddering maid exclaims,—
+    But, while she speaks, he’s seen no more;
+  High burst in air the funeral flames,
+    And IRAN’S hopes and hers are o’er!
+
+  One wild, heart-broken shriek she gave;
+    Then sprung, as if to reach that blaze,
+    Where still she fix’d her dying gaze,—
+  And, gazing, sunk into the wave,
+  Deep, deep,—where never care or pain
+  Shall reach her innocent heart again!
+
+
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+
+
+    Farewell—farewell to thee, ARABY’S daughter!
+      (Thus warbled a PERI beneath the dark sea,)
+    No pearl ever lay, under OMAN’S green water,
+      More pure in its shell than thy Spirit in thee.
+
+    Oh! fair as the sea-flower close to thee growing,
+      How light was thy heart till Love’s witchery came,
+    Like the wind of the south[296] o’er a summer lute blowing,
+      And hush’d all its music, and withered 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-star[297] to light up her tomb.
+
+    And still, when the merry date-season is burning,[298]
+      And calls to the palm-groves the young and the old,
+    The happiest there, from their 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.
+
+    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;[299]
+    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[300] are sparkling,
+      And gather their gold to strew over thy bed.
+
+    Farewell—farewell—until Pity’s sweet fountain
+      Is lost in the hearts of the fair and the brave,
+    They’ll weep for the Chieftain who died on that mountain,
+      They’ll weep for the Maiden who sleeps in this wave.
+
+
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+
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+
+
+
+
+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 organising, 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[301] 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.
+
+Having decided upon the Poet’s chastisement in this manner, he thought
+it but humanity to spare him the minor tortures of criticism.
+Accordingly, when they assembled the following evening in the pavilion,
+and LALLA ROOKH was expecting to see all the beauties of her bard melt
+away, one by one, in the acidity of criticism, like pearls in the cup of
+the Egyptian queen,—he agreeably disappointed her, by merely saying,
+with an ironical smile, that the merits of such a poem deserved to be
+tried at a much higher tribunal; and then suddenly passed off into a
+panegyric upon all Mussulman sovereigns, more particularly his august
+and Imperial master, Aurungzebe,—the wisest and best of the descendants
+of Timur,—who, among other great things he had done for mankind, had
+given to him, FADLADEEN, the very profitable posts of Betel-carrier, and
+Taster of Sherbets to the Emperor, Chief Holder of the Girdle of
+Beautiful Forms,[302] and Grand Nazir, or Chamberlain of the Haram.
+
+They were now not far from that Forbidden River,[303] beyond which no
+pure Hindoo can pass; and were reposing for a time in the rich valley of
+Hussun Abdaul, which had always been a favourite resting-place of the
+Emperors in their annual migrations to Cashmere. Here often had the
+Light of the Faith, Jehan-Guire, been known to wander with his beloved
+and beautiful Nourmahal: and here would LALLA ROOKH have been happy to
+remain for ever, giving up the throne of Bucharia and the world, for
+FERAMORZ and love in this sweet, lonely valley. But the time was now
+fast approaching when she must see him no longer,—or, what was still
+worse, behold him with eyes whose every look belonged to another; and
+there was a melancholy preciousness in these last moments, which made
+her heart cling to them as it would to life. During the latter paid of
+the journey, indeed, she had sunk into a deep sadness, from which
+nothing but the presence of the young minstrel could awake her. Like
+those lamps in tombs, which only light up when the air is admitted, it
+was only at his approach that her eyes became smiling and animated. But
+here, in this dear valley, every moment appeared an age of pleasure; she
+saw him all day, and was, therefore, all day happy,—resembling, she
+often thought, that people of Zinge, who attribute the unfading
+cheerfulness they enjoy to one genial star that rises nightly over their
+heads.[304]
+
+The whole party, indeed, seemed in their liveliest mood during the few
+days they passed in this delightful solitude. The young attendants of
+the Princess, who were here allowed a much freer range than they could
+safely be indulged with in a less sequestered place, ran wild among the
+gardens and bounded through the meadows, lightly as young roes over the
+aromatic plains of Tibet. While FADLADEEN, in addition to the spiritual
+comfort derived by him from a pilgrimage to the tomb of the Saint from
+whom the valley is named, had also opportunities of indulging, in a
+small way, his taste for victims, by putting to death some hundreds of
+those unfortunate little lizards,[305] which all pious Mussulmans make
+it a point to kill;—taking for granted, that the manner in which the
+creature hangs its head is meant as a mimicry of the attitude in which
+the Faithful say their prayers.
+
+About two miles from Hussun Abdaul were those Royal Gardens,[306] which
+had grown beautiful under the care of so many lovely eyes, and were
+beautiful still, though those eyes could see them no longer. This place,
+with its flowers, and its holy silence, interrupted only by the dipping
+of the wings of birds in its marble basins filled with the pure water of
+those hills, was to LALLA ROOKH all that her heart could fancy of
+fragrance, coolness, and almost heavenly tranquillity. As the Prophet
+said of Damascus, “it was too delicious;”[307]—and here, in listening to
+the sweet voice of FERAMORZ, or reading in his eyes what yet he never
+dared to tell her, the most exquisite moments of her whole life were
+passed. One evening, when they had been talking of the Sultana
+Nourmahal, the Light of the Haram,[308] who had so often wandered among
+these flowers, and fed with her own hands, in those marble basins, the
+small shining fishes of which she was so fond,[309]—the youth, in order
+to delay the moment of separation, proposed to recite a short story, or
+rather rhapsody, of which this adored Sultana was the heroine. It
+related, he said, to the reconcilement of a sort of lovers’ quarrel
+which took place between her and the Emperor during a Feast of Roses at
+Cashmere; and would remind the Princess of that difference between
+Haroun-al-Raschid and his fair mistress Marida,[310] which was so
+happily made up by the soft strains of the musician, Moussali. As the
+story was chiefly to be told in song, and FERAMORZ had unluckily
+forgotten his own lute in the valley, he borrowed the vina of LALLA
+ROOKH’S little Persian slave, and thus began:—
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+                         The Light of the Haram
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+  Who has not heard of the vale of CASHMERE,
+    With its roses the brightest that earth ever gave,[311]
+  Its temples, and grottos, and fountains as clear
+    As the love-lighted eyes that hang over their wave?
+
+  Oh! to see it at sunset,—when warm o’er the Lake
+    Its splendour at parting a summer eve throws,
+  Like a bride, full of blushes, when lingering to take
+    A last look of her mirror at night ere she goes!—
+  When the shrines through the foliage are gleaming half shown,
+  And each hallows the hour by some rites of its own.
+  Here the music of pray’r from a minaret swells,
+    Here the Magian his urn, full of perfume, is swinging,
+  And here, at the altar, a zone of sweet bells
+    Round the waist of some fair Indian dancer is ringing.[312]
+  Or to see it by moonlight,—when mellowly shines
+  The light o’er its palaces, gardens, and shrines;
+  When the water-falls gleam, like a quick fall of stars,
+  And the nightingale’s hymn from the Isle of Chenars
+  Is broken by laughs and light echoes of feet
+  From the cool, shining walks where the young people meet.—
+  Or at morn, when the magic of daylight awakes
+  A new wonder each minute, as slowly it breaks,
+  Hills, cupolas, fountains, call’d forth every one
+  Out of darkness, as if but just born of the Sun.
+  When the Spirit of Fragrance is up with the day,
+  From his Haram of night-flowers stealing away;
+  And the wind, full of wantonness, woos like a lover
+  The young aspen-trees,[313] till they tremble all over.
+  When the East is as warm as the light of first hopes,
+    And Day, with his banner of radiance unfurl’d,
+  Shines in through the mountainous portal[314] that opes,
+    Sublime, from that Valley of bliss to the world!
+
+        But never yet, by night or day,
+        In dew of spring or summer’s ray,
+        Did the sweet Valley shine so gay
+        As now it shines—all love and light,
+        Visions by day and feasts by night!
+        A happier smile illumes each brow,
+          With quicker spread each heart uncloses,
+        And all is ecstasy—for now
+          The Valley holds its Feast of Roses;[315]
+        The joyous Time, when pleasures pour
+        Profusely round, and, in their shower,
+        Hearts open, like the Season’s Rose,—
+          The Flow’ret of a hundred leaves,[316]
+        Expanding while the dew-fall flows,
+          And every leaf its balm receives.
+
+        ’Twas when the hour of evening came
+          Upon the Lake, serene and cool,
+        When Day had hid his sultry flame
+          Behind the palms of BARAMOULE,[317]
+        When maids began to lift their heads,
+        Refresh’d from their embroider’d beds,
+        Where they had slept the sun away,
+        And wak’d to moonlight and to play.
+        All were abroad—the busiest hive
+        On BELA’S[318] hills is less alive,
+        When saffron-beds are full in flower,
+        Than look’d the Valley in that hour.
+        A thousand restless torches play’d
+        Through every grove and island shade;
+        A thousand sparkling lamps were set
+        On every dome and minaret;
+        And fields and pathways, far and near,
+        Were lighted by a blaze so clear,
+        That you could see, in wandering round,
+        The smallest rose-leaf on the ground.
+        Yet did the maids and matrons leave
+        Their veils at home, that brilliant eve;
+        And there were glancing eyes about,
+        And cheeks, that would not dare shine out
+        In open day, but thought they might
+        Look lovely then, because ’twas night.
+        And all were free, and wandering,
+          And all exclaim’d to all they met,
+        That never did the summer bring
+          So gay a Feast of Roses yet;—
+        The moon had never shed a light
+          So clear as that which bless’d them there;
+        The roses ne’er shone half so bright,
+          Nor they themselves look’d half so fair.
+
+        And what a wilderness of flowers!
+        It seem’d as though from all the bowers
+        And fairest fields of all the year,
+        The mingled spoil were scatter’d here.
+        The Lake, too, like a garden breathes,
+          With the rich buds that o’er it lie,—
+        As if a shower of fairy wreaths
+          Had fall’n upon it from the sky!
+        And then the sounds of joy,—the beat
+        Of tabors and of dancing feet;—
+        The minaret-crier’s chaunt of glee
+        Sung from his lighted gallery,[319]
+        And answered by a ziraleet
+        From neighbouring Haram, wild and sweet;—
+        The merry laughter, echoing
+        From gardens, where the silken swing[320]
+        Wafts some delighted girl above
+        The top leaves of the orange grove;
+        Or, from those infant groups at play
+        Among the tents[321] that line the way,
+        Flinging, unaw’d by slave or mother,
+        Handfuls of roses at each other.—
+  Then, the sounds from the Lake, the low whispering in boats,
+    As they shoot through the moonlight;—the dipping of oars.
+  And the wild, airy warbling that every where floats,
+    Through the groves, round the islands, as if all the shores,
+  Like those of KATHAY, utter’d music, and gave
+  An answer in song to the kiss of each wave.[322]
+  But the gentlest of all are those sounds, full of feeling,
+  That soft from the lute of some lover are stealing,—
+  Some lover, who knows all the heart-touching power
+  Of a lute and a sigh in this magical hour.
+  Oh! best of delights as it every where is
+  To be near the lov’d _One_,—what a rapture is his
+  Who in moonlight and music thus sweetly may glide
+  O’er the Lake of CASHMERE, with that _One_ by his side!
+  If woman can make the worst wilderness dear,
+  Think, think what a Heaven she must make of CASHMERE!
+
+  So felt the magnificent Son of ACBAR,[323]
+  When from power and pomp and the trophies of war
+  He flew to that Valley, forgetting them all
+  With the Light of the HARAM, his young NOURMAHAL.
+  When free and uncrown’d as the Conqueror rov’d
+  By the banks of that Lake, with his only belov’d,
+  He saw, in the wreaths she would playfully snatch
+  From the hedges, a glory his crown could not match,
+  And preferr’d in his heart the least ringlet that curl’d
+  Down her exquisite neck to the throne of the world.
+
+  There’s a beauty, for ever unchangingly bright,
+  Like the long, sunny lapse of a summer-day’s light,
+  Shining on, shining on, by no shadow made tender,
+  Till Love falls asleep in its sameness of splendour.
+  This _was_ not the beauty—oh, nothing like this,
+  That to young NOURMAHAL gave such magic of bliss!
+  But that loveliness, ever in motion, which plays
+  Like the light upon autumn’s soft shadowy days,
+  Now here and now there, giving warmth as it flies
+  From the lip to the cheek, from the cheek to the eyes;
+  Now melting in mist and now breaking in gleams,
+  Like the glimpses a saint hath of Heav’n in his dreams.
+  When pensive, it seem’d as if that very grace,
+  That charm of all others, was born with her face!
+  And when angry,—for ev’n in the tranquillest climes
+  Light breezes will ruffle the blossoms sometimes—
+  The short, passing anger but seem’d to awaken
+  New beauty, like flowers that are sweetest when shaken.
+  If tenderness touch’d her, the dark of her eye
+  At once took a darker, a heavenlier dye,
+  From the depth of whose shadow, like holy revealings
+  From innermost shrines, came the light of her feelings.
+  Then her mirth—oh! ’twas sportive as ever took wing
+  From the heart with a burst, like the wild-bird in spring;
+  Illum’d by a wit that would fascinate sages,
+  Yet playful as Peris just loos’d from their cages.[324]
+  While her laugh, full of life, without any control
+  But the sweet one of gracefulness, rung from her soul;
+  And where it most sparkled no glance could discover,
+  In lip, cheek, or eyes, for she brighten’d all over,—
+  Like any fair lake that the breeze is upon,
+  When it breaks into dimples and laughs in the sun.
+  Such, such were the peerless enchantments that gave
+  NOURMAHAL the proud Lord of the East for her slave:
+  And though bright was his Haram,—a living parterre
+  Of the flowers[325] of this planet—though treasures were there,
+  For which SOLIMAN’S self might have giv’n all the store
+  That the navy from OPHIR e’er wing’d to his shore,
+  Yet dim before _her_ were the smiles of them all,
+  And the Light of his Haram was young NOURMAHAL!
+
+    But where is she now, this night of joy,
+    When bliss is every heart’s employ?—
+    When all around her is so bright,
+    So like the visions of a trance,
+    That one might think, who came by chance
+    Into the vale this happy night,
+    He saw that City of Delight[326]
+    In Fairy-land, whose streets and towers
+    Are made of gems and light and flowers!—
+    Where is the lov’d Sultana? where,
+    When mirth brings out the young and fair,
+    Does she, the fairest, hide her brow,
+    In melancholy stillness now?
+
+    Alas!—how light a cause may move
+    Dissension between hearts that love!
+    Hearts that the world in vain had tried,
+    And sorrow but more closely tied;
+    That stood the storm, when waves were rough,
+    Yet in a sunny hour fall off,
+    Like ships that have gone down at sea,
+    When heaven was all tranquillity!
+    A something, light as air—a look,
+      A word unkind or wrongly taken—
+    Oh! love, that tempests never shook,
+      A breath, a touch like this hath shaken.
+    And ruder words will soon rush in
+    To spread the breach that words begin;
+    And eyes forget the gentle ray
+    They wore in courtship’s smiling day;
+    And voices lose the tone that shed
+    A tenderness round all they said;
+    Till fast declining, one by one,
+    The sweetnesses of love are gone,
+    And hearts, so lately mingled, seem
+    Like broken clouds,—or like the stream,
+    That smiling left the mountain’s brow
+      As though its waters ne’er could sever,
+    Yet, ere it reach the plain below,
+      Breaks into floods, that part for ever.
+
+    Oh, you, that have the charge of Love,
+      Keep him in rosy bondage bound,
+    As in the Fields of Bliss above
+      He sits, with flow’rets fetter’d round;[327]—
+    Loose not a tie that round him clings,
+    Nor ever let him use his wings;
+    For e’en an hour, a minute’s flight
+    Will rob the plumes of half their light.
+    Like that celestial bird,—whose nest
+      Is found beneath far Eastern skies,—
+    Whose wings, though radiant when at rest,
+      Lose all their glory when he flies![328]
+
+    Some difference, of this dangerous kind,—
+    By which, though light, the links that bind
+    The fondest hearts may soon be riven;
+    Some shadow in Love’s summer heaven,
+    Which, though a fleecy speck at first,
+    May yet in awful thunder burst;—
+    Such cloud it is that now hangs over
+    The heart of the Imperial Lover,
+    And far hath banish’d from his sight
+    His NOURMAHAL, his Haram’s Light!
+    Hence is it, on this happy night,
+    When Pleasure through the fields and groves
+    Has let loose all her world of loves,
+    And every heart has found its own,
+    He wanders, joyless and alone,
+    And weary as that bird of Thrace,
+    Whose pinion knows no resting place.[329]
+    In vain the loveliest cheeks and eyes
+    This Eden of the Earth supplies
+      Come crowding round—the cheeks are pale,
+    The eyes are dim:—though rich the spot
+    With every flow’r this earth has got,
+      What is it to the nightingale,
+    If there his darling rose is not?[330]
+    In vain the Valley’s smiling throng
+    Worship him, as he moves along;
+    He heeds them not—one smile of hers
+    Is worth a world of worshippers.
+    They but the Star’s adorers are,
+    She is the Heav’n that lights the Star!
+
+    Hence is it, too, that NOURMAHAL,
+      Amid the luxuries of this hour,
+    Far from the joyous festival,
+      Sits in her own sequester’d bower,
+    With no one near, to soothe or aid,
+    But that inspir’d and wondrous maid,
+    NAMOUNA, the Enchantress;—one,
+    O’er whom his race the golden sun
+    For unremember’d years has run,
+    Yet never saw her blooming brow
+    Younger or fairer than ’tis now.
+    Nay, rather,—as the west wind’s sigh
+    Freshens the flower it passes by,—
+    Time’s wing but seem’d, in stealing o’er,
+    To leave her lovelier than before.
+    Yet on her smiles a sadness hung,
+    And when, as oft, she spoke or sung
+    Of other worlds, there came a light
+    From her dark eyes so strangely bright,
+    That all believ’d nor man nor earth
+    Were conscious of NAMOUNA’S birth!
+    All spells and talismans she knew,
+      From the great Mantra,[331] which around
+    The Air’s sublimer Spirits drew,
+      To the gold gems[332] of AFRIC, bound
+    Upon the wandering Arab’s arm,
+    To keep him from the Siltim’s[333] harm.
+    And she had pledg’d her powerful art,—
+    Pledg’d it with all the zeal and heart
+    Of one who knew, though high her sphere,
+    What ’twas to lose a love so dear,—
+    To find some spell that should recall
+    Her Selim’s[334] smile to NOURMAHAL!
+
+      ’Twas midnight—through the lattice, wreath’d
+    With woodbine, many a perfume breath’d
+    From plants that wake when others sleep,
+    From timid jasmine buds, that keep
+    Their odour to themselves all day,
+    But, when the sun-light dies away,
+    Let the delicious secret out
+    To every breeze that roams about;—
+    When thus NAMOUNA:—“’Tis the hour
+    “That scatters spells on herb and flower,
+    “And garlands might be gather’d now,
+    “That, twin’d around the sleeper’s brow,
+    “Would make him dream of such delights,
+    “Such miracles and dazzling sights,
+    “As Genii of the Sun behold,
+    “At evening, from their tents of gold
+    “Upon the’ horizon—where they play
+    “Till twilight comes, and, ray by ray,
+    “Their sunny mansions melt away.
+    “Now, too, a chaplet might be wreath’d
+    “Of buds o’er which the moon has breath’d,
+    “Which worn by her, whose love has stray’d,
+      “Might bring some Peri from the skies,
+    “Some sprite, whose very soul is made
+      “Of flow’rets’ breaths and lovers’ sighs,
+    “And who might tell⸺”
+                           “For me, for me,”
+    Cried NOURMAHAL impatiently,—
+    “Oh! twine that wreath for me to-night.”
+    Then, rapidly, with foot as light
+    As the young musk-roe’s, out she flew,
+    To cull each shining leaf that grew
+    Beneath the moonlight’s hallowing beams,
+    For this enchanted Wreath of Dreams.
+    Anemones and Seas of Gold,[335]
+      And new-blown lilies of the river,
+    And those sweet flow’rets, that unfold
+      Their buds on CAMADEVA’S quiver;[336]
+    The tube-rose, with her silvery light,
+      That in the Gardens of Malay
+    Is call’d the Mistress of the Night,[337]
+    So like a bride, scented and bright,
+      She comes out when the sun’s away;—
+    Amaranths, such as crown the maids
+    That wander through ZAMARA’S shades;[338]—
+    And the white moon-flower, as it shows,
+    On SERENDIB’S high crags, to those
+    Who near the isle at evening sail,
+    Scenting her clove-trees in the gale;
+    In short, all flow’rets and all plants,
+      From the divine Amrita tree,[339]
+    That blesses heaven’s inhabitants
+      With fruits of immortality,
+    Down to the basil tuft,[340] that waves
+    Its fragrant blossom over graves,
+      And to the humble rosemary,
+    Whose sweets so thanklessly are shed
+    To scent the desert[341] and the dead:—
+    All in that garden bloom, and all
+    Are gather’d by young NOURMAHAL,
+    Who heaps her baskets with the flowers
+      And leaves, till they can hold no more;
+    Then to NAMOUNA flies, and showers
+      Upon her lap the shining store.
+
+    With what delight the’ Enchantress views
+    So many buds, bath’d with the dews
+    And beams of that bless’d hour!—her glance
+      Spoke something, past all mortal pleasures,
+    As, in a kind of holy trance,
+      She hung above those fragrant treasures,
+    Bending to drink their balmy airs,
+    As if she mix’d her soul with theirs.
+    And ’twas, indeed, the perfume shed
+    From flow’rs and scented flame, that fed
+    Her charmèd life—for none had e’er
+    Beheld her taste of mortal fare,
+    Nor ever in aught earthly dip,
+    But the morn’s dew, her roseate lip.
+    Fill’d with the cool, inspiring smell,
+    The’ Enchantress now begins her spell,
+    Thus singing as she winds and weaves
+    In mystic form the glittering leaves:—
+
+
+                             --------------
+
+
+      I know where the winged visions dwell
+        That around the night-bed play;
+      I know each herb and flow’ret’s bell,
+        Where they hide their wings by day.
+            Then hasten we, maid,
+            To twine our braid,
+      To-morrow the dreams and flowers will fade.
+
+      The image of love, that nightly flies
+        To visit the bashful maid,
+      Steals from the jasmine flower, that sighs
+        Its soul, like her, in the shade.
+      The dream of a future, happier hour,
+        That alights on misery’s brow,
+      Springs out of the silvery almond-flower,
+        That blooms on a leafless bough.[342]
+            Then hasten we, maid,
+            To twine our braid,
+      To-morrow the dreams and flowers will fade.
+
+      The visions, that oft to worldly eyes
+        The glitter of mines unfold,
+      Inhabit the mountain-herb,[343] that dyes
+        The tooth of the fawn like gold.
+      The phantom shapes—oh touch not them—
+        That appal the murderer’s sight,
+      Lurk in the fleshly mandrake’s stem,
+        That shrieks, when pluck’d at night!
+            Then hasten we, maid,
+            To twine our braid,
+      To-morrow the dreams and flowers will fade.
+
+      The dream of the injur’d, patient mind,
+        That smiles at the wrongs of men,
+      Is found in the bruis’d and wounded rind
+        Of the cinnamon, sweetest then.
+            Then hasten we, maid,
+            To twine our braid,
+      To-morrow the dreams and flowers will fade.
+
+
+                             --------------
+
+
+  No sooner was the flowery crown
+  Plac’d 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[344] 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;[345]
+  And now a Spirit form’d, ’twould 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:—
+
+
+                             --------------
+
+
+    From CHINDARA’S[346] warbling fount I come,
+      Call’d by that moonlight garland’s spell;
+    From CHINDARA’S fount, my fairy home,
+      Where in music, morn and night, I dwell:
+    Where lutes in the air are heard about,
+      And voices are singing the whole day long,
+    And every sigh the heart breathes out
+      Is turn’d, as it leaves the lips, to song!
+            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.
+
+    For mine is the lay that lightly floats,
+    And mine are the murmuring, dying notes,
+    That fall as soft as snow on the sea,
+    And melt in the heart as instantly:—
+    And the passionate strain that, deeply going,
+      Refines the bosom it trembles through,
+    As the musk-wind, over the water blowing,
+      Ruffles the wave, but sweetens it too.
+
+    Mine is the charm, whose mystic sway
+    The Spirits of past Delight obey;—
+    Let but the tuneful talisman sound,
+    And they come, like Genii, hovering round.
+    And mine is the gentle song that bears
+      From soul to soul, the wishes of love,
+    As a bird, that wafts through genial airs
+      The cinnamon-seed from grove to grove.[347]
+
+    ’Tis I that mingle in one sweet measure
+    The past, the present, and future of pleasure;[348]
+    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.
+
+    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 breath!
+    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.
+
+
+                             --------------
+
+
+  ’Tis dawn—at least that earlier dawn,
+  Whose glimpses are again withdrawn,[349]
+  As if the morn had wak’d, and then
+  Shut close her lids of light again.
+  And NOURMAHAL is up, and trying
+    The wonders of her lute, whose strings—
+  Oh, bliss!—now murmur like the sighing
+    From that ambrosial Spirit’s wings.
+  And then, her voice—’tis 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 releas’d
+  By mirth, by music, and the bowl,)
+    The’ Imperial SELIM held a feast
+  In his magnificent Shalimar:[350]—
+  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;[351]
+  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[352]
+  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;[353]—
+  Daughters of Love from CYPRUS’ rocks,
+    With Paphian diamonds in their locks;[354]—
+  Light PERI forms, such as there are
+  On the gold meads of CANDAHAR;[355]
+  And they, before whose sleepy eyes,
+    In their own bright Kathaian bowers,
+  Sparkle such rainbow butterflies,
+    That they might fancy the rich flowers,
+  That round them in the sun lay sighing,
+  Had been by magic all set flying.[356]
+
+  Every thing young, every thing fair
+  From East and West is blushing there,
+  Except—except—oh, NOURMAHAL!
+  Thou loveliest, dearest of them all,
+  The one, whose smile shone out alone,
+  Amidst a world the only one;
+  Whose light, among so many lights,
+  Was like that star on starry 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 song 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,[357]—
+  A mask that leaves but one eye free,
+  To do its best in witchery,—
+  She rov’d, with beating heart, around,
+    And waited, trembling, for the minute,
+  When she might try if still the sound
+    Of her lov’d 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;[358]—pomegranates full
+    Of melting sweetness, and the pears,
+  And sunniest apples[359] that CAUBUL
+    In all its thousand gardens[360]bears;—
+  Plantains, the golden and the green,
+  MALAYA’S nectar’d mangusteen;[361]
+  Prunes of BOKARA, and sweet nuts
+    From the far groves of SAMARCAND,
+  And BASRA dates, and apricots,
+    Seed of the Sun,[362] from IRAN’S land;—
+  With rich conserve of Visna cherries,[363]
+  Of orange flowers, and of those berries
+  That, wild and fresh, the young gazelles
+  Feed on in ERAC’S rocky dells.[364]
+  All these in richest vases smile,
+    In baskets of pure santal-wood,
+  And urns of porcelain from that isle[365]
+    Sunk underneath the Indian flood,
+  Whence oft the lucky diver brings
+  Vases to grace the halls of kings.
+  Wines, too, of every clime and hue,
+  Around their liquid lustre threw;
+  Amber Rosolli,[366]—the bright dew
+  From vineyards of the Green-Sea gushing;[367]
+  And SHIRAZ wine, that richly ran
+    As if that jewel, large and rare,
+  The ruby for which KUBLAI-KHAN
+  Offer’d a city’s wealth,[368] was blushing
+    Melted within the goblets there!
+
+  And amply SELIM quaffs of each,
+  And seems resolv’d the flood shall reach
+  His inward heart,—shedding around
+    A genial deluge, as they run,
+  That soon shall leave no spot undrown’d,
+    For Love to rest his wings upon.
+  He little knew how well the boy
+    Can float upon a goblet’s streams,
+  Lighting them with his smile of joy;—
+    As bards have seen him in their dreams,
+  Down the blue GANGES laughing glide
+    Upon a rosy lotus wreath,[369]
+  Catching new lustre from the tide
+    That with his image shone beneath.
+
+  But what are cups, without the aid
+    Of song to speed them as they flow?
+  And see—a lovely Georgian maid,
+    With all the bloom, the freshen’d glow
+  Of her own country maidens’ looks,
+  When warm they rise from TEFLIS’ brooks;[370]
+  And with an eye, whose restless ray,
+    Full, floating, dark—oh, he, who knows
+  His heart is weak, of heaven should pray
+    To guard him from such eyes as those!—
+  With a voluptuous wildness flings
+  Her snowy hand across the strings
+  Of a syrinda,[371] and thus sings:—
+
+
+                             --------------
+
+
+         Come hither, come hither—by night and by day,
+           We linger in pleasures that never are gone;
+         Like the waves of the summer, as one dies away,
+           Another as sweet and as shining comes on.
+         And the love that is o’er, in expiring, gives birth
+           To a new one as warm, as unequall’d in bliss;
+         And, oh! if there be an Elysium on earth,
+                       It is this, it is this.[372]
+
+         Here maidens are sighing, and fragrant their sigh
+           As the flower of the Amra just op’d by a bee;[373]
+         And precious their tears as that rain from the sky,[374]
+           Which turns into pearls as it falls in the sea.
+         Oh! think what the kiss and the smile must be worth
+           When the sigh and the tear are so perfect in bliss,
+         And own if there be an Elysium on earth,
+                       It is this, it is this.
+
+         Here sparkles the nectar, that, hallow’d by love,
+           Could draw down those angels of old from their sphere,
+         Who for wine of this earth[375] left the fountains above,
+           And forgot heaven’s stars for the eyes we have here.
+         And, bless’d with the odour our goblet gives forth,
+           What Spirit the sweets of his Eden would miss?
+         For, oh! if there be an Elysium on earth,
+                       It is this, it is this.
+
+
+                             --------------
+
+    The Georgian’s song was scarcely mute,
+    When the same measure, sound for sound,
+  Was caught up by another lute,
+    And so divinely breathed around,
+      That all stood hush’d and wondering,
+        And turn’d and look’d into the air,
+      As if they thought to see the wing
+        Of ISRAFIL,[376] the Angel, there;—
+  So powerfully on every soul
+  That new, enchanted measure stole.
+  While now a voice, sweet as the note
+  Of the charm’d lute, was heard to float
+  Along its chords, and so entwine
+    Its sounds with theirs, that none knew whether
+  The voice or lute was most divine,
+    So wondrously they went together:—
+
+
+                             --------------
+
+
+           There’s a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has told,
+             When two, that are link’d in one heavenly tie,
+           With heart never changing, and brow never cold,
+             Love on through all ills, and love on till they die!
+           One hour of a passion so sacred is worth
+             Whole ages of heartless and wandering bliss;
+           And, oh! if there _be_ an Elysium on earth,
+                         It is this, it is this.
+
+
+                             --------------
+
+    Twas not the air, ’twas not the words,
+  But that deep magic in the chords
+  And in the lips, that gave such power
+  As music knew not till that hour.
+  At once a hundred voices said,
+  “It is the mask’d Arabian maid!”
+  While SELIM, who had felt the strain
+  Deepest of any, and had lain
+    Some minutes rapt, as in a trance,
+      After the fairy sounds were o’er,
+    Too inly touched for utterance,
+      Now motion’d with his hand for more:—
+
+
+                             --------------
+
+
+                 Fly to the desert, fly with me,
+                 Our Arab tents are rude for thee;
+                 But, oh! the choice what heart can doubt,
+                 Of tents with love, or thrones without?
+
+                 Our rocks are rough, but smiling there
+                 The’ acacia waves her yellow hair,
+                 Lonely and sweet, nor lov’d 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.
+
+                 Then come—thy Arab maid will be
+                 The lov’d 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,
+                 Predestin’d 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 breath’d and shone;
+                 New, as if brought from other spheres,
+                 Yet welcome as if loved for years.
+
+                 Then fly with me,—if 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 ’tis by the lapwing found.[377]
+
+                 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;—
+
+                 Then, fare thee 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, e’en 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,—’twas too much!
+  Starting, he dash’d away the cup,—
+    Which, all the time of this sweet air,
+  His hand had held, untasted, up,
+    As if ’twere fix’d by magic there,—
+  And naming her, so long unnam’d,
+  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 brightened 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 eyes,
+    “Remember, love, the Feast of Roses!”
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+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
+epithets, “frivolous”—“inharmonious”—“nonsensical,” 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,[378]—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 poet had ready
+on all occasions,—not to mention dews, gems, &c.—was a most oppressive
+kind of opulence to his hearers; and had the unlucky effect of giving to
+his style all the glitter of the flower-garden without its method, and
+all the flutter 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 on
+this point, “one of those bards, whose fancy owes all its illumination
+to the grape, like that painted porcelain,[379] 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 poet.”
+
+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
+refreshment and repose, there was an end to all their delightful
+evenings, and LALLA ROOKH saw no more of FERAMORZ. She now felt that her
+short dream of happiness was over, and that she had nothing but the
+recollection of its few blissful hours, like the one draught of sweet
+water that serves the camel across the wilderness, to be her heart’s
+refreshment during the dreary waste of life that was before her. The
+blight that had fallen upon her spirits soon found its way to her cheek,
+and her ladies saw with regret—though not without some suspicion of the
+cause—that the beauty of their mistress, of which they were almost as
+proud as of their own, was fast vanishing away at the very moment of all
+when she had most need of it. What must the King of Bucharia feel, when,
+instead of the lively and beautiful LALLA ROOKH, whom the poets of Delhi
+had described as more perfect than the divinest images in the house of
+Azor,[380] he should receive a pale and inanimate victim, upon whose
+cheek neither health nor pleasure bloomed, and from whose eyes Love had
+fled,—to hide himself in her heart?
+
+If anything could have charmed away the melancholy of her spirits, it
+would have been the fresh airs and enchanting scenery of that Valley,
+which the Persians so justly call the Unequalled.[381] But neither the
+coolness of its atmosphere, so luxurious after toiling up those bare and
+burning mountains,—neither the splendour of the minarets and pagodas,
+that shone out from the depth of its woods, nor the grottos, hermitages,
+and miraculous fountains,[382] which make every spot of that region holy
+ground,—neither the countless waterfalls, that rush into the Valley from
+all those high and romantic mountains that encircle it, nor the fair
+city on the Lake, whose houses, roofed with flowers,[383] appeared at a
+distance like one vast and variegated parterre;—not all these wonders
+and glories of the most lovely country under the sun could steal her
+heart for a minute from those sad thoughts, which but darkened, and grew
+bitterer every step she advanced.
+
+The gay pomps and processions that met her upon her entrance into the
+Valley, and the magnificence with which the roads all along were
+decorated, did honour to the taste and gallantry of the young King. It
+was night when they approached the city, and, for the last two miles,
+they had passed under arches, thrown from hedge to hedge, festooned with
+only those rarest roses from which the Attar Gul, more precious than
+gold, is distilled, and illuminated in rich and fanciful forms with
+lanterns of the triple-coloured tortoise-shell of Pegu.[384] Sometimes,
+from a dark wood by the side of the road, a display of fire-works would
+break out, so sudden and so brilliant, that a Brahmin might fancy he
+beheld that grove, in whose purple shade the God of Battles was born,
+bursting into a flame at the moment of his birth;—while, at other times,
+a quick and playful irradiation continued to brighten all the fields and
+gardens by which they passed, forming a line of dancing lights along the
+horizon; like the meteors of the north as they are seen by those
+hunters,[385] who pursue the white and blue foxes on the confines of the
+Icy Sea.
+
+These arches and fire-works delighted the Ladies of the Princess
+exceedingly; and, with their usual good logic, they deduced from his
+taste for illuminations, that the King of Bucharia would make the most
+exemplary husband imaginable. Nor, indeed, could LALLA ROOKH herself
+help feeling the kindness and splendour with which the young bridegroom
+welcomed her;—but she also felt how painful is the gratitude, which
+kindness from those we cannot love excites; and that their best
+blandishments come over the heart with all that chilling and deadly
+sweetness, which we can fancy in the cold, odoriferous wind[386] that is
+to blow over this earth in the last days.
+
+The marriage was fixed for the morning after her arrival, when she was,
+for the first time, to be presented to the monarch in that Imperial
+Palace beyond the lake, called the Shalimar. Though never before had a
+night of more wakeful and anxious thought been passed in the Happy
+Valley, yet, when she rose in the morning, and her Ladies came around
+her, to assist in the adjustment of the bridal ornaments, they thought
+they had never seen her look half so beautiful. What she had lost of the
+bloom and radiancy of her charms was more than made up by that
+intellectual expression, that soul beaming forth from the eyes, which is
+worth all the rest of loveliness. When they had tinged her fingers with
+the Henna leaf, and placed upon her brow a small coronet of jewels, of
+the shape worn by the ancient Queens of Bucharia, they flung over her
+head the rose-coloured bridal veil, and she proceeded to the barge that
+was to convey her across the lake;—first kissing, with a mournful look,
+the little amulet of cornelian, which her father at parting had hung
+about her neck.
+
+The morning was as fresh and fair as the maid on whose nuptials it rose,
+and the shining lake, all covered with boats, the minstrels playing upon
+the shores of the islands, and the crowded summer-houses on the green
+hills around, with shawls and banners waving from their roofs, presented
+such a picture of animated rejoicing, as only she, who was the object of
+it all, did not feel with transport. To LALLA ROOKH alone it was a
+melancholy pageant; nor could she have even borne to look upon the
+scene, were it not for a hope that, among the crowds around, she might
+once more perhaps catch a glimpse of FERAMORZ. So much was her
+imagination haunted by this thought, that there was scarcely an islet or
+boat she passed on the way, at which her heart did not flutter with the
+momentary fancy that he was there. Happy, in her eyes, the humblest
+slave upon whom the light of his dear looks fell!—In the barge
+immediately after the Princess sat FADLADEEN, with his silken curtains
+thrown widely apart, that all might have the benefit of his august
+presence, and with his head full of the speech he was to deliver to the
+King, “concerning FERAMORZ, and literature, and the Chabuk, as connected
+therewith.”
+
+They now had entered the canal which leads from the Lake to the splendid
+domes and saloons of the Shalimar, and went gliding on through the
+gardens that ascended from each bank, full of flowering shrubs that made
+the air all perfume; while from the middle of the canal rose jets of
+water, smooth and unbroken, to such a dazzling height, that they stood
+like tall pillars of diamond in the sunshine. After sailing under the
+arches of various saloons, they at length arrived at the last and most
+magnificent, where the monarch awaited the coming of his bride; and such
+was the agitation of her heart and frame, that it was with difficulty
+she could walk up the marble steps, which were covered with cloth of
+gold for her ascent from the barge. At the end of the hall stood two
+thrones, as precious as the Cerulean Throne of Coolburga,[387] on one of
+which sat ALIRIS, the youthful King of Bucharia, and on the other was,
+in a few minutes, to be placed the most beautiful Princess in the world.
+Immediately upon the entrance of LALLA ROOKH into the saloon, the
+monarch descended from his throne to meet her; but scarcely had he time
+to take her hand in his, when she screamed with surprise, and fainted at
+his feet. It was FERAMORZ himself that stood before her!—FERAMORZ was,
+himself, the Sovereign of Bucharia, who in this disguise had accompanied
+his young bride from Delhi, and, having won her love as an humble
+minstrel, now amply deserved to enjoy it as a King.
+
+The consternation of FADLADEEN at this discovery was, for the moment,
+almost pitiable. But change of opinion is a resource too convenient in
+courts for this experienced courtier not to have learned to avail
+himself of it. His criticisms were all, of course, recanted instantly:
+he was seized with an admiration of the King’s verses, as unbounded as,
+he begged him to believe, it was disinterested; and the following week
+saw him in possession of an additional place, swearing by all the Saints
+of Islam that never had there existed so great a poet as the Monarch
+ALIRIS, and, moreover, ready to prescribe his favourite regimen of the
+Chabuk for every man, woman, and child that dared to think otherwise.
+
+Of the happiness of the King and Queen of Bucharia, after such a
+beginning, there can be but little doubt; and, among the lesser
+symptoms, it is recorded of LALLA ROOKH, that, to the day of her death,
+in memory of their delightful journey, she never called the King by any
+other name than FERAMORZ.
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+                                 NOTES.
+
+------------------------------------------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+                                 NOTES.
+
+
+Footnote 1:
+
+  p. 2.—_He embarked for Arabia._—These particulars of the visit of the
+  King of Bucharia to Aurungzebe are found in _Dow’s History of
+  Hindostan_, vol. iii. p. 392.
+
+Footnote 2:
+
+  p. 2.—LALLA ROOKH.—Tulip cheek.
+
+Footnote 3:
+
+  p. 2.—_Leila._—The mistress of Mejnoun, upon whose story so many
+  Romances in all the languages of the East are founded.
+
+Footnote 4:
+
+  p. 2.—_Shirine._—For the loves of this celebrated beauty with Khosrou
+  and with Ferhad, see _D’Herbelot_, _Gibbon_, _Oriental Collections_,
+  &c.
+
+Footnote 5:
+
+  p. 2.—_Dewildé._—“The history of the loves of Dewildé and Chizer, the
+  son of the Emperor Alla, is written in an elegant poem, by the noble
+  Chusero.”—_Ferishta._
+
+Footnote 6:
+
+  p. 2.—_Scattering of the Roses._—Gul Reazee.
+
+Footnote 7:
+
+  p. 3.—_Emperor’s favour._—“One mark of honour or knighthood bestowed
+  by the Emperor is the permission to wear a small kettledrum at the
+  bows of their saddles, which at first was invented for the training of
+  hawks, and to call them to the lure, and is worn in the field by all
+  sportsmen to that end.”—_Fryer_’s Travels.
+
+  “Those on whom the King has conferred the privilege must wear an
+  ornament of jewels on the right side of the turban, surmounted by a
+  high plume of the feathers of a kind of egret. This bird is found only
+  in Cashmere, and the feathers are carefully collected for the King,
+  who bestows them on his nobles.”—_Elphinstone_’s Account of Caubul.
+
+Footnote 8:
+
+  p. 3.—_Keder Khan._—“Khedar Khan, the Khakan, or King of
+  Turquestan beyond the Gihon (at the end of the eleventh century),
+  whenever he appeared abroad, was preceded by seven hundred
+  horsemen with silver battle-axes, and was followed by an equal
+  number bearing maces of gold. He was a great patron of poetry, and
+  it was he who used to preside at public exercises of genius, with
+  four basins of gold and silver by him to distribute among the
+  poets who excelled.”—_Richardson_’s Dissertation prefixed to his
+  Dictionary.
+
+Footnote 9:
+
+  p. 3.—_Gilt pine-apples._—“The kubdeh, a large golden knob, generally
+  in the shape of a pine-apple, on the top of the canopy over the litter
+  or palanquin.”—_Scott_’s Notes on the Bahardanush.
+
+Footnote 10:
+
+  p. 4.—_Sumptuous litter._—In the Poem of Zohair, in the Moallakat,
+  there is the following lively description of “a company of maidens
+  seated on camels.”
+
+  “They are mounted in carriages covered with costly awnings, and with
+  rose-coloured veils, the linings of which have the hue of crimson
+  Andem-wood.
+
+  “When they ascend from the bosom of the vale, they sit forward on the
+  saddle-cloth, with every mark of a voluptuous gaiety.
+
+  “Now, when they have reached the brink of yon blue-gushing rivulet,
+  they fix the poles of their tents like the Arab with a settled
+  mansion.”
+
+Footnote 11:
+
+  p. 4.—_Argus pheasant’s wing._—See _Bernier_’s description of the
+  attendants on Raucha-nara-Begum, in her progress to Cashmere.
+
+Footnote 12:
+
+  p. 4.—_Munificent protector._—This hypocritical Emperor would have
+  made a worthy associate of certain Holy Leagues.—“He held the cloak of
+  religion (says Dow) between his actions and the vulgar; and impiously
+  thanked the Divinity for a success which he owed to his own
+  wickedness. When he was murdering and persecuting his brothers and
+  their families, he was building a magnificent mosque at Delhi, as an
+  offering to God for his assistance to him in the civil wars. He acted
+  as high priest at the consecration of this temple; and made a practice
+  of attending divine service there, in the humble dress of a Fakeer.
+  But when he lifted one hand to the Divinity, he, with the other,
+  signed warrants for the assassination of his relations.”—_History of
+  Hindostan_, vol. iii. p. 335. See also the curious letter of
+  Aurungzebe, given in the _Oriental Collections_, vol. i. p. 320.
+
+Footnote 13:
+
+  p. 4.—_The idol of Jaghernaut._—“The idol at Jaghernat has two fine
+  diamonds for eyes. No goldsmith is suffered to enter the Pagoda, one
+  having stole one of these eyes, being locked up all night with the
+  Idol.”—_Tavernier._
+
+Footnote 14:
+
+  p. 5.—_Royal Gardens of Delhi._—See a description of these Royal
+  Gardens in “An Account of the present State of Delhi, by Lieut. W.
+  Franklin.”—_Asiat. Research._ vol. iv. p. 417.
+
+Footnote 15:
+
+  p. 5.—_Lake of Pearl._—“In the neighbourhood is Notte Gill, or the
+  Lake of Pearl, which receives this name from its pellucid water.”
+  _Pennant_’s Hindoostan.
+
+  “Nasir Jung encamped in the vicinity of the Lake of Tonoor, amused
+  himself with sailing on that clear and beautiful water, and gave it
+  the fanciful name of Motee Talah, ‘the Lake of Pearls,’ which it still
+  retains.”—_Wilks_’s South of India.
+
+Footnote 16:
+
+  p. 5.—_Isles of the West._—Sir Thomas Roe, Ambassador from James I. to
+  Jehan-Guire.
+
+Footnote 17:
+
+  p. 6.—_Ezra._—“The romance Wemakweazra, written in Persian verse,
+  which contains the loves of Wamak and Ezra, two celebrated lovers who
+  lived before the time of Mahomet.”—_Note on the Oriental Tales._
+
+Footnote 18:
+
+  p. 6.—_Rodahver._—Their amour is recounted in the Shah-Namêh of
+  Ferdousi; and there is much beauty in the passage which describes the
+  slaves of Rodahver sitting on the bank of the river and throwing
+  flowers into the stream, in order to draw the attention of the young
+  Hero who is encamped on the opposite side.—See _Champion_’s
+  translation.
+
+Footnote 19:
+
+  p. 6.—_White Demon._—Rustam is the Hercules of the Persians. For the
+  particulars of his victory over the Sepeed Deeve, or White Demon, see
+  _Oriental Collections_, vol. ii. p. 45.—“Near the city of Shirauz is
+  an immense quadrangular monument, in commemoration of this combat,
+  called the Kelaat-i-Deev Sepeed, or castle of the White Giant, which
+  Father Angelo, in his Gazophilacium Persicum, p. 127, declares to have
+  been the most memorable monument of antiquity which he had seen in
+  Persia.”—See _Ouseley_’s Persian Miscellanies.
+
+Footnote 20:
+
+  p. 6.—_Golden anklets._—“The women of the Idol, or dancing girls of
+  the Pagoda, have little golden bells, fastened to their feet, the soft
+  harmonious tinkling of which vibrates in unison with the exquisite
+  melody of their voices.”—_Maurice_’s Indian Antiquities.
+
+  “The Arabian courtesans, like the Indian women, have little golden
+  bells fastened round their legs, neck and elbows, to the sound of
+  which they dance before the King. The Arabian princesses wear golden
+  rings on their fingers, to which little bells are suspended, as well
+  as in the flowing tresses of their hair, that their superior rank may
+  be known, and they themselves receive in passing the homage due to
+  them.”—See _Calmet_’s Dictionary, art. Bells.
+
+Footnote 21:
+
+  p. 6.—_Delicious opium._—“Abou-Tige, ville de la Thebaïde, où il croît
+  beaucoup de pavot noir, dont se fait le meilleur opium.”—_D’Herbelot._
+
+Footnote 22:
+
+  p. 7.—_Crishna._—The Indian Apollo.—“He and the three Rámas are
+  described as youths of perfect beauty; and the princesses of Hindustán
+  were all passionately in love with Chrishna, who continues to this
+  hour the darling God of the Indian women.”—_Sir W. Jones_, on the Gods
+  of Greece, Italy, and India.
+
+Footnote 23:
+
+  p. 7.—_Shawl-goats of Tibet._—See _Turner_’s Embassy for a description
+  of this animal, “the most beautiful among the whole tribe of goats.”
+  The material for the shawls (which is carried to Cashmere) is found
+  next the skin.
+
+Footnote 24:
+
+  p. 8.—_Veiled Prophet of Khorassan._—For the real history of this
+  Impostor, whose original name was Hakem ben Haschem, and who was
+  called Mocanna from the veil of silver gauze (or, as others say,
+  golden) which he always wore, see _D’Herbelot_.
+
+Footnote 25:
+
+  p. 9.—_Khorassan._—Khorassan signifies, in the old Persian language,
+  Province or Region of the Sun.—_Sir W. Jones._
+
+Footnote 26:
+
+  p. 11.—_Flow’rets and fruits, blush over ev’ry stream._
+
+  “The fruits of Meru are finer than those of any other place; and one
+  cannot see in any other city such palaces with groves, and streams,
+  and gardens.”—_Ebn Haukal_’s Geography.
+
+Footnote 27:
+
+  p. 12.—_Among_ MEROU’S _bright palaces and groves._
+
+  One of the royal cities of Khorassan.
+
+Footnote 28:
+
+  p. 12.—MOUSSA’S.—Moses.
+
+Footnote 29:
+
+  p. 12.—_O’er_ MOUSSA’S _cheek, when down the Mount he trod._
+
+  “Ses disciples assuroient qu’il se couvroit le visage, pour ne pas
+  éblouir ceux qui l’approchoient par l’éclat de son visage comme
+  Moyse.”—_D’Herbelot._
+
+Footnote 30:
+
+  p. 12.—_In hatred to the Caliph’s hue of night._
+
+  Black was the colour adopted by the Caliphs of the House of Abbas, in
+  their garments, turbans, and standards.—“Il faut remarquer ici
+  touchant les habits blancs des disciples de Hakem, que la couleur des
+  habits, des coëffures et des étendards des Khalifes Abassides étant la
+  noire, ce chef de Rebelles ne pouvoit pas choisir une qui lui fut plus
+  opposée.”—_D’Herbelot._
+
+Footnote 31:
+
+  p. 12.—_With javelins of the light Kathaian reed._
+
+  “Our dark javelins, exquisitely wrought of Khathaian reeds, slender
+  and delicate.”—_Poem of Amru._
+
+Footnote 32:
+
+  p. 13.—_Fill’d with the stems._
+
+  Pichula, used anciently for arrows by the Persians.
+
+Footnote 33:
+
+  p. 13.—_That bloom on_ IRAN’S _rivers._
+
+  The Persians call this plant Gaz. The celebrated shaft of Isfendiar,
+  one of their ancient heroes, was made of it.—“Nothing can be more
+  beautiful than the appearance of this plant in flower during the rains
+  on the banks of rivers, where it is usually interwoven with a lovely
+  twining asclepias.”—_Sir W. Jones_, Botanical Observations on Select
+  Indian Plants.
+
+Footnote 34:
+
+  p. 13.—_Like a chenar-tree grove, when winter throws._
+
+  The oriental plane. “The chenar is a delightful tree; its bole is of a
+  fine white and smooth bark; and its foliage, which grows in a tuft at
+  the summit, is of a bright green.”—_Morier_’s Travels.
+
+Footnote 35:
+
+  p. 14.—_From those who kneel at_ BRAHMA’S _burning founts._
+
+  The burning fountains of Brahma near Chittogong, esteemed as
+  holy.—_Turner._
+
+Footnote 36:
+
+  p. 14.—_To the small, half-shut glances of_ KATHAY.—China.
+
+Footnote 37:
+
+  p. 15.—_Like tulip-beds, of different shape and dyes._
+
+  “The name of tulip is said to be of Turkish extraction, and given to
+  the flower on account of its resembling a turban.”—_Beckmann_’s
+  History of Inventions.
+
+Footnote 38:
+
+  p. 15.—_And fur-bound bonnet of Bucharian shape._
+
+  “The inhabitants of Bucharia wear a round cloth bonnet, shaped much
+  after the Polish fashion, having a large fur border. They tie their
+  kaftans about the middle with a girdle of a kind of silk crape,
+  several times round the body.”—_Account of Independent Tartary, in
+  Pinkerton’s Collection._
+
+Footnote 39:
+
+  p. 15.—_O’erwhelm’d in fight and captive to the Greek._
+
+  In the war of the Caliph Mahadi against the Empress Irene, for an
+  account of which vide _Gibbon_, vol. x.
+
+Footnote 40:
+
+  p. 18.—_The flying throne of star-taught_ SOLIMAN.
+
+  This wonderful Throne was called The Star of the Genii. For a full
+  description of it, see the Fragment, translated by Captain Franklin,
+  from a Persian MS. entitled “The History of Jerusalem,” _Oriental
+  Collections_, vol. i. p. 235.—When Soliman travelled, the eastern
+  writers say, “He had a carpet of green silk on which his throne was
+  placed, being of a prodigious length and breadth, and sufficient for
+  all his forces to stand upon, the men placing themselves on his right
+  hand, and the spirits on his left; and that when all were in order,
+  the wind, at his command, took up the carpet, and transported it, with
+  all that were upon it, wherever he pleased; the army of birds at the
+  same time flying over their heads, and forming a kind of canopy to
+  shade them from the sun.”—_Sale_’s Koran, vol ii. p. 214, note.
+
+Footnote 41:
+
+  p. 18.—_For many an age, in every chance and change._
+
+  The transmigration of souls was one of his doctrines.—Vide
+  _D’Herbelot_.
+
+Footnote 42:
+
+  p. 18.—_To which all Heaven, except the Proud One, knelt._
+
+  “And when we said unto the angels, Worship Adam, they all worshipped
+  except Eblis (Lucifer), who refused.”—_The Koran_, chap. ii.
+
+Footnote 43:
+
+  p. 18.—_In_ MOUSSA’S _frame—and, thence descending, flow’d._—Moses.
+
+Footnote 44:
+
+  p. 18.—_Through many a Prophet’s breast._
+
+  This is according to D’Herbelot’s account of the doctrines of
+  Mokanna:—“Sa doctrine étoit, que Dieu avoit pris une forme et figure
+  humaine, depuis qu’il eut commandé aux Anges d’adorer Adam, le premier
+  des hommes. Qu’après la mort d’Adam, Dieu étoit apparu sous la figure
+  de plusieurs Prophètes, et autres grands hommes qu’il avoit choisis,
+  jusqu’à ce qu’il prit celle d’Abu Moslem, Prince de Khorassan, lequel
+  professoit l’erreur de la Tenassukhiah ou Metempschychose; et qu’après
+  la mort de ce Prince, la Divinité étoit passée, et descendue en sa
+  personne.”
+
+Footnote 45:
+
+  p. 18.—_In_ ISSA _shone._—Jesus.
+
+Footnote 46:
+
+  p. 22.—_Born by that ancient flood, which from its spring._
+
+  The Amoo, which rises in the Belur Tag, or Dark Mountains, and running
+  nearly from east to west, splits into two branches; one of which falls
+  into the Caspian sea, and the other into Aral Nahr, or the Lake of
+  Eagles.
+
+Footnote 47:
+
+  p. 24.—_The bulbul utters, ere her soul depart._—The nightingale.
+
+Footnote 48:
+
+  p. 34.—_In holy_ KOOM, _or_ MECCA’S _dim arcades._
+
+  The cities of Com (or Koom) and Cashan are full of mosques,
+  mausoleums, and sepulchres of the descendants of Ali, the Saints of
+  Persia.—_Chardin._
+
+Footnote 49:
+
+  p. 34.—_Stood vases, fill’d with_ KISHMEE’S _golden wine._
+
+  An island in the Persian Gulf, celebrated for its white wine.
+
+Footnote 50:
+
+  p. 34.—_Like_ ZEMZEM’S _Spring of Holiness, had power._
+
+  The miraculous well at Mecca; so called, says Sale, from the murmuring
+  of its waters.
+
+Footnote 51:
+
+  p. 35.—_Whom_ INDIA _serves, the monkey deity._
+
+  The God Hannaman.—“Apes are in many parts of India highly venerated,
+  out of respect to the God Hannaman, a deity partaking of the form of
+  that race.”—_Pennant_’s Hindoostan.
+
+  See a curious account, in _Stephen_’s _Persia_, of a solemn embassy
+  from some part of the Indies to Goa, when the Portuguese were there,
+  offering vast treasures for the recovery of a monkey’s tooth, which
+  they held in great veneration, and which had been taken away upon the
+  conquest of the kingdom of Jafanapatan.
+
+Footnote 52:
+
+  p. 35.—_To bend in worship_, LUCIFER _was right._
+
+  This resolution of Eblis not to acknowledge the new creature, man,
+  was, according to Mahometan tradition, thus adopted:—“The earth (which
+  God had selected for the materials of his work) was carried into
+  Arabia to a place between Mecca and Tayef, where, being first kneaded
+  by the angels, it was afterwards fashioned by God himself into a human
+  form, and left to dry for the space of forty days, or, as others say,
+  as many years; the angels, in the mean time, often visiting it, and
+  Eblis (then one of the angels nearest to God’s presence, afterwards
+  the devil) among the rest; but he, not contented with looking at it,
+  kicked it with his foot till it rung; and knowing God designed that
+  creature to be his superior, took a secret resolution never to
+  acknowledge him as such.”—_Sale_ on the Koran.
+
+Footnote 53:
+
+  p. 36.—_From dead men’s marrow guides them best at night._
+
+  A kind of lantern formerly used by robbers, called the Hand of Glory,
+  the candle for which was made of the fat of a dead malefactor. This,
+  however, was rather a western than an eastern superstition.
+
+Footnote 54:
+
+  p. 37.—_In that best marble of which Gods are made._
+
+  The material of which images of Gaudma (the Birman Deity) are made, is
+  held sacred. “Birmans may not purchase the marble in mass, but are
+  suffered, and indeed encouraged, to buy figures of the Deity ready
+  made.”—_Symes_’s Ava, vol. ii. p. 376.
+
+Footnote 55:
+
+  p. 41.—_Of Kerzrah flowers, came fill’d with pestilence._
+
+  “It is commonly said in Persia, that if a man breathe in the hot south
+  wind, which in June or July passes over that flower (the Kerzereh), it
+  will kill him.”—_Thevenot._
+
+Footnote 56:
+
+  p. 44.—_Within the crocodile’s stretch’d jaws to come._
+
+  The humming-bird is said to run this risk for the purpose of picking
+  the crocodile’s teeth. The same circumstance is related of the
+  lapwing, as a fact to which he was witness, by _Paul Lucas_, Voyage
+  fait en 1714.
+
+  The ancient story concerning the Trochilus, or humming-bird, entering
+  with impunity into the mouth of the crocodile, is firmly believed at
+  Java.—_Barrow_’s _Cochin-China._
+
+Footnote 57:
+
+  p. 46.—_That rank and venomous food on which she lives._
+
+  “Circum easdem ripas (Nili, viz.) ales est Ibis. Ea serpentium
+  populatur ova, gratissimamque ex his escam nidis suis
+  refert.”—_Solinus._
+
+Footnote 58:
+
+  p. 48.—_Yamtcheou._—“The feast of Lanterns is celebrated at Yamtcheou
+  with more magnificence than anywhere else: and the report goes, that
+  the illuminations there are so splendid, that an Emperor once, not
+  daring openly to leave his Court to go thither, committed himself with
+  the Queen and several Princesses of his family into the hands of a
+  magician, who promised to transport them thither in a trice. He made
+  them in the night to ascend magnificent thrones that were borne up by
+  swans, which in a moment arrived at Yamtcheou. The Emperor saw at his
+  leisure all the solemnity, being carried upon a cloud that hovered
+  over the city and descended by degrees; and came back again with the
+  same speed and equipage, nobody at court perceiving his absence.”—_The
+  present State of China_, p. 156.
+
+Footnote 59:
+
+  p. 48.—_Sceneries of bamboo-work._—See a description of the nuptials
+  of Vizier Alee in the _Asiatic Annual Register of 1804_.
+
+Footnote 60:
+
+  p. 49.—_Chinese illuminations._—“The vulgar ascribe it to an accident
+  that happened in the family of a famous mandarin, whose daughter
+  walking one evening upon the shore of a lake, fell in and was drowned;
+  this afflicted father, with his family, ran thither, and, the better
+  to find her, he caused a great company of lanterns to be lighted. All
+  the inhabitants of the place thronged after him with torches. The year
+  ensuing they made fires upon the shores the same day; they continued
+  the ceremony every year, every one lighted his lantern, and by degrees
+  it commenced into a custom.”—_Present State of China._
+
+Footnote 61:
+
+  p. 51.—_Like_ SEBA’S _Queen could vanquish with that one._
+
+  “Thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes.”—_Sol. Song._
+
+Footnote 62:
+
+  p. 51.—_The fingers’ ends with a bright roseate hue._
+
+  “They tinged the ends of her fingers scarlet with Henna, so that they
+  resembled branches of coral.”—_Story of Prince Futtun in Bahardanush._
+
+Footnote 63:
+
+  p. 51.—_To give that long, dark languish to the eye._
+
+  “The women blacken the inside of their eyelids with a powder named the
+  black Kohol.”—_Russel._
+
+  “None of these ladies,” says _Shaw_, “take themselves to be completely
+  dressed, till they have tinged the hair and edges of their eyelids
+  with the powder of lead ore. Now, as this operation is performed by
+  dipping first into the powder a small wooden bodkin of the thickness
+  of a quill, and then drawing it afterwards through the eyelids over
+  the ball of the eye, we shall have a lively image of what the Prophet
+  (Jer. iv. 30) may be supposed to mean by _rending the eyes with
+  painting_. This practice is no doubt of great antiquity; for besides
+  the instance already taken notice of, we find that where Jezebel is
+  said (2 Kings, ix. 30) _to have painted her face_, the original words
+  are, _she adjusted her eyes with the powder of lead ore_.”—_Shaw_’s
+  Travels.
+
+Footnote 64:
+
+  p. 52.—_In her full lap the Champac’s leaves of gold._
+
+  The appearance of the blossoms of the gold-coloured Campac on the
+  black hair of the Indian women has supplied the Sanscrit Poets with
+  many elegant allusions.—See _Asiatic Researches_, vol. iv.
+
+Footnote 65:
+
+  p. 52.—_The sweet Elcaya, and that courteous tree._
+
+  A tree famous for its perfume, and common on the hills of
+  Yemen.—_Niebuhr._
+
+Footnote 66:
+
+  p. 52.—_Which bows to all who seek its canopy._
+
+  Of the genus mimosa, “which droops its branches whenever any person
+  approaches it, seeming as if it saluted those who retire under its
+  shade.”—_Ibid._
+
+Footnote 67:
+
+  p. 53.—_The bowers of_ TIBET, _send forth odorous light._
+
+  “Cloves are a principal ingredient in the composition of the perfumed
+  rods, which men of rank keep constantly burning in their
+  presence.”—_Turner_’s Tibet.
+
+Footnote 68:
+
+  p. 54.—_With odoriferous woods of_ COMORIN.
+
+  “C’est d’où vient le bois d’aloès que les Arabes appellent Oud Comari,
+  et celui du sandal, qui s’y trouve en grande quantité.”—_D’Herbelot._
+
+Footnote 69:
+
+  p. 54.—_The crimson blossoms of the coral tree._
+
+  “Thousands of variegated loories visit the coral-trees.”—_Barrow._
+
+Footnote 70:
+
+  p. 54.—_Mecca’s blue sacred pigeon._
+
+  “In Mecca there are quantities of blue pigeons, which none will
+  affright or abuse, much less kill.”—_Pitt_’s Account of the
+  Mahometans.
+
+Footnote 71:
+
+  p. 54.—_The thrush of Hindostan._
+
+  “The Pagoda Thrush is esteemed among the first choristers of India. It
+  sits perched on the sacred pagodas, and from thence delivers its
+  melodious song.”—_Pennant_’s Hindostan.
+
+Footnote 72:
+
+  p. 55.—_About the gardens, drunk with that sweet food._
+
+  _Tavernier_ adds, that while the birds of Paradise lie in this
+  intoxicated state, the emmets come and eat off their legs; and that
+  hence it is they are said to have no feet.
+
+Footnote 73:
+
+  p. 55.—_Whose scent hath lur’d them o’er the summer flood._
+
+  Birds of Paradise, which, at the nutmeg season, come in flights from
+  the southern isles to India; and “the strength of the nutmeg,” says
+  _Tavernier_, “so intoxicates them, that they fall dead drunk to the
+  earth.”
+
+Footnote 74:
+
+  p. 55.—_Build their high nests of budding cinnamon._
+
+  “That bird which liveth in Arabia, and buildeth its nest with
+  cinnamon.”—_Brown_’s Vulgar Errors.
+
+Footnote 75:
+
+  p. 55.—_Sleeping in light, like the green birds that dwell._
+
+  “The spirits of the martyrs will be lodged in the crops of green
+  birds.” _Gibbon_, vol. ix. p. 421.
+
+Footnote 76:
+
+  p. 55.—_More like the luxuries of that impious King._
+
+  Shedad, who made the delicious gardens of Irim, in imitation of
+  Paradise, and was destroyed by lightning the first time he attempted
+  to enter them.
+
+Footnote 77:
+
+  p. 57.—_In its blue blossoms hum themselves to sleep._
+
+  “My Pandits assure me that the plant before us (the Nilica) is their
+  Sephalica, thus named because the bees are supposed to sleep on its
+  blossoms.”—_Sir W. Jones._
+
+Footnote 78:
+
+  p. 59.—_As they were captives to the King of Flowers._
+
+  “They deferred it till the King of Flowers should ascend his throne of
+  enamelled foliage.”—_The Bahardanush._
+
+Footnote 79:
+
+  p. 60.—_But a light golden chain-work round her hair._
+
+  “One of the head-dresses of the Persian women is composed of a light
+  golden chain-work, set with small pearls, with a thin gold plate
+  pendant, about the bigness of a crown-piece, on which is impressed an
+  Arabian prayer, and which hangs upon the cheek below the
+  ear.”—_Hanway_’s Travels.
+
+Footnote 80:
+
+  p. 60.—_Such as the maids of_ YEZD _and_ SHIRAS _wear._
+
+  “Certainly the women of Yezd are the handsomest women in Persia. The
+  proverb is, that to live happy a man must have a wife of Yezd, eat the
+  bread of Yezdecas, and drink the wine of Shiraz.”—_Tavernier._
+
+Footnote 81:
+
+  p. 61.—_Upon a musnud’s edge._
+
+  Musnuds are cushioned seats, usually reserved for persons of
+  distinction.
+
+Footnote 82:
+
+  p. 61.—_In the pathetic mode of_ ISFAHAN.
+
+  The Persians, like the ancient Greeks, call their musical modes or
+  Perdas by the names of different countries or cities, as the mode of
+  Isfahan, the mode of Irak, &c.
+
+Footnote 83:
+
+  p. 61.—_There’s a bower of roses by_ BENDEMEER’S _stream._
+
+  A river which flows near the ruins of Chilminar.
+
+Footnote 84:
+
+  p. 64.—_The hills of crystal on the Caspian shore._
+
+  “To the north of us (on the coast of the Caspian, near Badku) was a
+  mountain, which sparkled like diamonds, arising from the sea-glass and
+  crystals with which it abounds.”—_Journey of the Russian Ambassador to
+  Persia_, 1746.
+
+Footnote 85:
+
+  p. 64.—_Of_ EDEN, _shake in the eternal breeze._
+
+  “To which will be added the sound of the bells, hanging on the trees,
+  which will be put in motion by the wind proceeding from the throne of
+  God, as often as the blessed wish for music.”—_Sale._
+
+Footnote 86:
+
+  p. 65.—_And his floating eyes—oh! they resemble._
+
+  “Whose wanton eyes resemble blue water-lilies, agitated by the
+  breeze.”—_Jayadeva._
+
+Footnote 87:
+
+  p. 65.—_Blue water-lilies._
+
+  The blue lotus, which grows in Cashmere and in Persia.
+
+Footnote 88:
+
+  p. 67.—_To muse upon the pictures that hung round._
+
+  It has been generally supposed that the Mahometans prohibit all
+  pictures of animals; but _Toderini_ shows that, though the practice is
+  forbidden by the Koran, they are not more averse to painted figures
+  and images than other people. From Mr. Murphy’s work, too, we find
+  that the Arabs of Spain had no objection to the introduction of
+  figures into painting.
+
+Footnote 89:
+
+  p. 67.—_Whose orb when half retir’d looks loveliest._
+
+  This is not quite astronomically true. “Dr. Hadley (says Keil) has
+  shown that Venus is brightest when she is about forty degrees removed
+  from the sun; and that then but _only a fourth part_ of her lucid disk
+  is to be seen from the earth.”
+
+Footnote 90:
+
+  p. 67.—_He read that to be blest is to be wise._
+
+  For the loves of King Solomon (who was supposed to preside over the
+  whole race of Genii) with Balkis, the Queen of Sheba or Saba, see
+  _D’Herbelot_, and the _Notes on the Koran_, chap. 2.
+
+  “In the palace which Solomon ordered to be built against the arrival
+  of the Queen of Saba, the floor or pavement was of transparent glass,
+  laid over running water, in which fish were swimming.” This led the
+  Queen into a very natural mistake, which the Koran has not thought
+  beneath its dignity to commemorate. “It was said unto her, ‘Enter the
+  palace.’ And when she saw it she imagined it to be a great water; and
+  she discovered her legs, by lifting up her robe to pass through it.
+  Whereupon Solomon said to her, ‘Verily, this is the place evenly
+  floored with glass.’”—Chap. 27.
+
+Footnote 91:
+
+  p. 67.—_Here fond_ ZULEIKA _woos with open arms._
+
+  The wife of Potiphar, thus named by the Orientals.
+
+  “The passion which this frail beauty of antiquity conceived for her
+  young Hebrew slave has given rise to a much-esteemed poem in the
+  Persian language, entitled _Yusef vau Zelikha_, by _Noureddin Jami_;
+  the manuscript copy of which, in the Bodleian Library at Oxford, is
+  supposed to be the finest in the whole world.”—_Note upon Nott’s
+  Translation of Hafez._
+
+Footnote 92:
+
+  p. 67.—_With a new text to consecrate their love._
+
+  The particulars of Mahomet’s amour with Mary, the Coptic girl, in
+  justification of which he added a new chapter to the Koran, may be
+  found in _Gagnier’s Notes upon Abulfeda_, p. 151.
+
+Footnote 93:
+
+  p. 70.—_But in that deep-blue, melancholy dress._
+
+  “Deep blue is their mourning colour.”—_Hanway._
+
+Footnote 94:
+
+  p. 71.—_Sat in her sorrow like the sweet night-flower._
+
+  The sorrowful nyctanthes, which begins to spread its rich odour after
+  sunset.
+
+Footnote 95:
+
+  p. 73.—_As the viper weaves its wily covering._
+
+  “Concerning the vipers, which Pliny says were frequent among the
+  balsam-trees, I made very particular inquiry: several were brought me
+  alive both to Yambo and Jidda.”—_Bruce._
+
+Footnote 96:
+
+  p. 81.—_The sunny apples of Istkahar._—“In the territory of Istkahar
+  there is a kind of apple, half of which is sweet and half sour.”—_Ebn
+  Haukal._
+
+Footnote 97:
+
+  p. 82.—_They saw a young Hindoo girl upon the bank._—For an account of
+  this ceremony, see _Grandpré_’s Voyage in the Indian Ocean.
+
+Footnote 98:
+
+  p. 82.—_The Oton-tala, or Sea of Stars._—“The place where the Whangho,
+  a river of Tibet, rises, and where there are more than a hundred
+  springs, which sparkle like stars; whence it is called Hotun-nor, that
+  is, the Sea of Stars.”—_Description of Tibet in Pinkerton._
+
+Footnote 99:
+
+  p. 84.—_Hath sprung up here._
+
+  “The Lescar or Imperial Camp is divided, like a regular town, into
+  squares, alleys, and streets, and from a rising ground furnishes one
+  of the most agreeable prospects in the world. Starting up in a few
+  hours in an uninhabited plain, it raises the idea of a city built by
+  enchantment. Even those who leave their houses in cities to follow the
+  prince in his progress are frequently so charmed by the Lescar, when
+  situated in a beautiful and convenient place, that they cannot prevail
+  with themselves to remove. To prevent this inconvenience to the court,
+  the Emperor, after sufficient time is allowed to the tradesmen to
+  follow, orders them to be burnt out of their tents.”—_Dow_’s
+  Hindostan.
+
+  Colonel Wilks gives a lively picture of an Eastern encampment:—“His
+  camp, like that of most Indian armies, exhibited a motley collection
+  of covers from the scorching sun and dews of the night, variegated
+  according to the taste or means of each individual, by extensive
+  inclosures of coloured calico surrounding superb suites of tents; by
+  ragged cloths or blankets stretched over sticks or branches; palm
+  leaves hastily spread over similar supports; handsome tents and
+  splendid canopies; horses, oxen, elephants, and camels; all intermixed
+  without any exterior mark of order or design, except the flags of the
+  chiefs, which usually mark the centres of a congeries of these masses;
+  the only regular part of the encampment being the streets of shops,
+  each of which is constructed nearly in the manner of a booth at an
+  English fair.”—_Historical Sketches of the South of India._
+
+Footnote 100:
+
+  p. 84.—_Built the high pillar’d halls of_ CHILMINAR.
+
+  The edifices of Chilminar and Balbec are supposed to have been built
+  by the Genii, acting under the orders of Jan ben Jan, who governed the
+  world long before the time of Adam.
+
+Footnote 101:
+
+  p. 85.—_And camels, tufted o’er with Yemen’s shells._
+
+  “A superb camel, ornamented with strings and tufts of small
+  shells.”—_Ali Bey._
+
+Footnote 102:
+
+  p. 85.—_But the far torrent, or the locust bird._
+
+  A native of Khorassan, and allured southward by means of the water of
+  a fountain between Shiraz and Ispahan, called the Fountain of Birds,
+  of which it is so fond that it will follow wherever that water is
+  carried.
+
+Footnote 103:
+
+  p. 85.—_Of laden camels and their drivers’ songs._
+
+  “Some of the camels have bells about their necks, and some about their
+  legs, like those which our carriers put about their forehorses’ necks,
+  which together with the servants (who belong to the camels, and travel
+  on foot), singing all night, make a pleasant noise, and the journey
+  passes away delightfully.”—_Pitt_’s Account of the Mahometans.
+
+  “The camel-driver follows the camels singing, and sometimes playing
+  upon his pipe; the louder he sings and pipes, the faster the camels
+  go. Nay, they will stand still when he gives over his
+  music.”—_Tavernier._
+
+Footnote 104:
+
+  p. 85.—_Of the’ Abyssinian trumpet, swell and float._
+
+  “This trumpet is often called, in Abyssinia, _nesser cano_, which
+  signifies the Note of the Eagle.”—_Note of Bruce’s Editor._
+
+Footnote 105:
+
+  p. 85.—_The Night and Shadow, over yonder tent._
+
+  The two black standards borne before the Caliphs of the House of Abbas
+  were called, allegorically, The Night and The Shadow.—See _Gibbon_.
+
+Footnote 106:
+
+  p. 86.—_Defiance fierce at Islam._—The Mahometan religion.
+
+Footnote 107:
+
+  p. 86.—_But, having sworn upon the Holy Grave._
+
+  “The Persians swear by the tomb of Shah Besade, who is buried at
+  Casbin; and when one desires another to asseverate a matter, he will
+  ask him, if he dare swear by the Holy Grave.”—_Struy._
+
+Footnote 108:
+
+  p. 86.—_Were spoil’d to feed the Pilgrim’s luxury._
+
+  Mahadi, in a single pilgrimage to Mecca, expended six millions of
+  dinars of gold.
+
+Footnote 109:
+
+  p. 86.—_Of_ MECCA’S _sun, with urns of Persian snow._
+
+  “Nivem Meccam apportavit, rem ibi aut nunquam aut raro
+  visam.”—_Abulfeda._
+
+Footnote 110:
+
+  p. 86.—_First, in the van, the People of the Rock._
+
+  The inhabitants of Hejaz or Arabia Petræa, called by an Eastern writer
+  “The People of the Rock.”—See _Ebn Haukal_.
+
+Footnote 111:
+
+  p. 86.—_On their light mountain steeds, of royal stock._
+
+  “Those horses, called by the Arabians Kochlani, of whom a written
+  genealogy has been kept for 2,000 years. They are said to derive their
+  origin from King Solomon’s steeds.”—_Niebuhr._
+
+Footnote 112:
+
+  p. 87.—_The flashing of their swords’ rich marquetry._
+
+  “Many of the figures on the blades of their swords are wrought in gold
+  or silver, or in marquetry with small gems.”—_Asiat. Misc._ v. i.
+
+Footnote 113:
+
+  p. 87.—_With dusky legions from the land of Myrrh._
+
+  Azab or Saba.
+
+Footnote 114:
+
+  p. 87.—_Waving their heron crests with martial grace._
+
+  “The chiefs of the Uzbek Tartars wear a plume of white heron’s
+  feathers in their turbans.”—_Account of Independent Tartary._
+
+Footnote 115:
+
+  p. 87.—_Wild warriors of the turquoise hills._
+
+  “In the mountains of Nishapour and Tous (in Khorassan) they find
+  turquoises.”—_Ebn Haukal._
+
+Footnote 116:
+
+  p. 87.—_Of_ HINDOO KOSH, _in stormy freedom bred._
+
+  For a description of these stupendous ranges of mountains, see
+  _Elphinstone’s Caubul_.
+
+Footnote 117:
+
+  p. 88.—_Her Worshippers of Fire._
+
+  The Ghebers or Guebres, those original natives of Persia, who adhered
+  to their ancient faith, the religion of Zoroaster, and who, after the
+  conquest of their country by the Arabs, were either persecuted at
+  home, or forced to become wanderers abroad.
+
+Footnote 118:
+
+  p. 88.—_From_ YEZD’S _eternal Mansion of the Fire._
+
+  “Yezd, the chief residence of those ancient natives, who worship the
+  Sun and the Fire, which latter they have carefully kept lighted,
+  without being once extinguished for a moment, about 3,000 years, on a
+  mountain near Yezd, called Ater Quedah, signifying the House or
+  Mansion of the Fire. He is reckoned very unfortunate who dies off that
+  mountain.”—_Stephen_’s Persia.
+
+Footnote 119:
+
+  p. 88.—_That burn into the_ CASPIAN, _fierce they came._
+
+  “When the weather is hazy, the springs of Naphtha (on an island near
+  Baku) boil up the higher, and the Naphtha often takes fire on the
+  surface of the earth, and runs in a flame into the sea to a distance
+  almost incredible.”—_Hanway on the Everlasting Fire at Baku._
+
+Footnote 120:
+
+  p. 88.—_By which the prostrate Caravan is aw’d._
+
+  _Savary_ says of the south wind, which blows in Egypt from February to
+  May, “Sometimes it appears only in the shape of an impetuous
+  whirlwind, which passes rapidly, and is fatal to the traveller
+  surprised in the middle of the deserts. Torrents of burning sand roll
+  before it, the firmament is enveloped in a thick veil, and the sun
+  appears of the colour of blood. Sometimes whole caravans are buried in
+  it.”
+
+Footnote 121:
+
+  p. 89.—_The Champions of the Faith through_ BEDER’S _vale._
+
+  In the great victory gained by Mahomed at Beder, he was assisted, say
+  the Mussulmans, by three thousand angels, led by Gabriel, mounted on
+  his horse Hiazum.—See _The Koran and its Commentators_.
+
+Footnote 122:
+
+  p. 92.—“_Alla Akbar!_”
+
+  The Tecbir, or cry of the Arabs. “Alla Acbar!” says Ockley, means “God
+  is most mighty.”
+
+Footnote 123:
+
+  p. 92.—_And light your shrines and chaunt your ziraleets._
+
+  The ziraleet is a kind of chorus, which the women of the East sing
+  upon joyful occasions.—_Russel._
+
+Footnote 124:
+
+  p. 92.—_Or warm or brighten,—like that Syrian Lake._
+
+  The Dead Sea, which contains neither animal nor vegetable life.
+
+Footnote 125:
+
+  p. 95.—_O’er his lost throne—then pass’d the_ JIHON’S _flood._
+
+  The ancient Oxus.
+
+Footnote 126:
+
+  p. 95.—_Rais’d the white banner within_ NEKSHEB’S _gates._
+
+  A city of Transoxiana.
+
+Footnote 127:
+
+  p. 95.—_To-day’s young flower is springing in its stead._
+
+  “You never can cast your eyes on this tree, but you meet there either
+  blossoms or fruit; and as the blossom drops underneath on the ground
+  (which is frequently covered with these purple-coloured flowers),
+  others come forth in their stead,” &c. &c.—_Nieuhoff._
+
+Footnote 128:
+
+  p. 96.—_With which the Dives have gifted him._
+
+  The Demons of the Persian mythology.
+
+Footnote 129:
+
+  p. 96.—_That spangle_ INDIA’S _fields on showery nights._
+
+  Carreri mentions the fire-flies in India during the rainy season.—See
+  his Travels.
+
+Footnote 130:
+
+  p. 96.—_Who brush’d the thousands of the’ Assyrian King._
+
+  Sennacherib, called by the Orientals King of Moussal.—_D’Herbelot._
+
+Footnote 131:
+
+  p. 97.—_Of_ PARVIZ.
+
+  Chosroes. For the description of his Throne or Palace, see _Gibbon_
+  and _D’Herbelot._
+
+  There were said to be under this Throne or Palace of Khosrou Parviz a
+  hundred vaults filled with “treasures so immense that some Mahometan
+  writers tell us, their Prophet, to encourage his disciples, carried
+  them to a rock, which at his command opened, and gave them a prospect
+  through it of the treasures of Khosrou.”—_Universal History._
+
+Footnote 132:
+
+  p. 97.—_And the heron crest that shone._
+
+  “The crown of Gerashid is cloudy and tarnished before the heron tuft
+  of thy turban.”—From one of the elegies or songs in praise of Ali,
+  written in characters of gold round the gallery of Abbas’s tomb.—See
+  _Chardin_.
+
+Footnote 133:
+
+  p. 97.—_Magnificent, o’er_ ALI’S _beauteous eyes._
+
+  The beauty of Ali’s eyes was so remarkable, that whenever the Persians
+  would describe any thing as very lovely, they say it is Ayn Hali, or
+  the Eyes of Ali.—_Chardin._
+
+Footnote 134:
+
+  p. 98.—_Rise from the Holy Well, and cast its light._
+
+  We are not told more of this trick of the Impostor, than that it was
+  “une machine, qu’il disoit être la Lune.” According to Richardson, the
+  miracle is perpetuated in Nekscheb.—“Nakshab, the name of a city in
+  Transoxiana, where they say there is a well, in which the appearance
+  of the moon is to be seen night and day.”
+
+Footnote 135:
+
+  p. 98.—_Round the rich city and the plain for miles._
+
+  “Il amusa pendant deux mois le peuple de la ville de Nekhscheb, en
+  faisant sortir toutes les nuits du fond d’un puits un corps lumineux
+  semblable à la Lune, qui portoit sa lumière jusqu’à la distance de
+  plusieurs milles.”—_D’Herbelot._ Hence he was called Sazendéhmah, or
+  the Moon-maker.
+
+Footnote 136:
+
+  p. 99.—_Had rested on the Ark._
+
+  The Shechinah, called Sakînat in the Koran.—See _Sale’s Note_, chap.
+  ii.
+
+Footnote 137:
+
+  p. 99.—_Of the small drum with which they count the night._
+
+  The parts of the night are made known as well by instruments of music,
+  as by the rounds of the watchmen with cries and small drums.—See
+  _Burder’s Oriental Customs_, vol. i. p. 119.
+
+Footnote 138:
+
+  p. 99.—_On for the lamps, that light yon lofty screen._
+
+  The Serrapurda, high screens of red cloth, stiffened with cane, used
+  to enclose a considerable space round the royal tents.—_Notes on the
+  Bahardanush._
+
+  The tents of Princes were generally illuminated. Norden tells us that
+  the tent of the Bey of Girge was distinguished from the other tents by
+  forty lanterns being suspended before it.—See _Harmer’s Observations
+  on Job_.
+
+Footnote 139:
+
+  p. 100.—_Pour to the spot, like bees of_ KAUZEROON.
+
+  “From the groves of orange trees at Kauzeroon the bees cull a
+  celebrated honey.”—_Morier_’s Travels.
+
+Footnote 140:
+
+  p. 102.—_Of nuptial pomp, she sinks into his tide._
+
+  “A custom still subsisting at this day, seems to me to prove that the
+  Egyptians formerly sacrificed a young virgin to the God of the Nile;
+  for they now make a statue of earth in shape of a girl, to which they
+  give the name of the Betrothed Bride, and throw it into the
+  river.”—_Savary._
+
+Footnote 141:
+
+  p. 103.—_Engines of havoc in, unknown before._
+
+  That they knew the secret of the Greek fire among the Mussulmans early
+  in the eleventh century, appears from _Dow_’s Account of Mamood I.
+  “When he arrived at Moultan, finding that the country of the Jits was
+  defended by great rivers, he ordered fifteen hundred boats to be
+  built, each of which he armed with six iron spikes, projecting from
+  their prows and sides, to prevent their being boarded by the enemy,
+  who were very expert in that kind of war. When he had launched this
+  fleet, he ordered twenty archers into each boat, and five others with
+  fire-balls, to burn the craft of the Jits, and naphtha to set the
+  whole river on fire.”
+
+  The _agnee aster_, too, in Indian poems the Instrument of fire, whose
+  flame cannot be extinguished, is supposed to signify the Greek
+  Fire.—See _Wilks_’s South of India, vol. i. p. 471.—And in the curious
+  Javan Poem, the _Brata Yudha_, given by _Sir Stamford Raffles_ in his
+  History of Java, we find, “He aimed at the heart of Soéta with the
+  sharp-pointed Weapon of Fire.”
+
+  The mention of gunpowder as in use among the Arabians, long before its
+  supposed discovery in Europe, is introduced by _Ebn Fadhl_, the
+  Egyptian geographer, who lived in the thirteenth century. “Bodies,” he
+  says, “in the form of scorpions, bound round and filled with nitrous
+  powder, glide along, making a gentle noise; then, exploding, they
+  lighten, as it were, and burn. But there are others which, cast into
+  the air, stretch along like a cloud, roaring horribly, as thunder
+  roars, and on all sides vomiting out flames, burst, burn, and reduce
+  to cinders whatever comes in their way.” The historian _Ben Abdalla_,
+  in speaking of the sieges of Abulualid in the year of the Hegira 712,
+  says, “A fiery globe, by means of combustible matter, with a mighty
+  noise suddenly emitted, strikes with the force of lightning, and
+  shakes the citadel.”—See the Extracts from _Casiri_’s Biblioth. Arab.
+  Hispan. in the Appendix to _Berington_’s Literary History of the
+  Middle Ages.
+
+Footnote 142:
+
+  p. 103.—_And horrible as new;—javelins that fly._
+
+  The Greek fire, which was occasionally lent by the emperors to their
+  allies. “It was,” says Gibbon, “either launched in red hot balls of
+  stone and iron, or darted in arrows or javelins, twisted round with
+  flax and tow, which had deeply imbibed the inflammable oil.”
+
+Footnote 143:
+
+  p. 103.—_Discharge, as from a kindled Naphtha fount._
+
+  See _Hanway_’s Account of the Springs of Naphtha at Baku (which is
+  called by _Lieutenant Pottinger_ Joala Mokee, or, the Flaming Mouth)
+  taking fire and running into the sea. _Dr. Cooke_, in his Journal,
+  mentions some wells in Circassia, strongly impregnated with this
+  inflammable oil, from which issues boiling water. “Though the
+  weather,” he adds, “was now very cold, the warmth of these wells of
+  hot water produced near them the verdure and flowers of spring.”
+
+  _Major Scott Waring_ says, that naphtha is used by the Persians, as we
+  are told it was in hell, for lamps.
+
+                ... many a row
+                Of starry lamps and blazing cressets, fed
+                With naphtha and asphaltus, yielding light
+                As from a sky.
+
+Footnote 144:
+
+  p. 104.—_Like those wild birds that by the Magians oft._
+
+  “At the great festival of fire, called the Sheb Sezê, they used to set
+  fire to large bunches of dry combustibles, fastened round wild beasts
+  and birds, which being then let loose, the air and earth appeared one
+  great illumination; and as these terrified creatures naturally fled to
+  the woods for shelter, it is easy to conceive the conflagrations they
+  produced.”—_Richardson_’s Dissertation.
+
+Footnote 145:
+
+  p. 106.—_Keep, seal’d with precious musk, for those they love._
+
+  “The righteous shall be given to drink of pure wine, sealed; the seal
+  whereof shall be musk.”—_Koran_, chap. lxxxiii.
+
+Footnote 146:
+
+  p. 110.—_On its own brood;—no Demon of the Waste._
+
+  “The Afghauns believe each of the numerous solitudes and deserts of
+  their country to be inhabited by a lonely demon, whom they call the
+  Ghoolee Beeabau, or Spirit of the Waste. They often illustrate the
+  wildness of any sequestered tribe, by saying, they are wild as the
+  Demon of the Waste.”—_Elphinstone_’s Caubul.
+
+Footnote 147:
+
+  p. 111.—_With burning drugs, for this last hour distill’d._
+
+  “Il donna du poison dans le vin à tous ses gens, et se jetta lui-même
+  ensuite dans une cuve pleine de drogues brûlantes et consumantes, afin
+  qu’il ne restât rien de tous les membres de son corps, et que ceux qui
+  restoient de sa secte puissent croire qu’il étoit monté au ciel, ce
+  qui ne manqua pas d’arriver.”—_D’Herbelot._
+
+Footnote 148:
+
+  p. 113.—_In the lone Cities of the Silent dwell._
+
+  “They have all a great reverence for burial-grounds, which they
+  sometimes call by the poetical name of Cities of the Silent, and which
+  they people with the ghosts of the departed, who sit each at the head
+  of his own grave, invisible to mortal eyes.”—_Elphinstone._
+
+Footnote 149:
+
+  p. 120.—_And to eat any mangoes but those of Mazagong was, of course,
+  impossible._—“The celebrity of Mazagong is owing to its mangoes, which
+  are certainly the best fruit I ever tasted. The parent-tree, from
+  which all those of this species have been grafted, is honoured during
+  the fruit-season by a guard of sepoys; and, in the reign of Shah
+  Jehan, couriers were stationed between Delhi and the Mahratta coast to
+  secure an abundant and fresh supply of mangoes for the royal
+  table.”—_Mrs. Graham_’s Journal of a Residence in India.
+
+Footnote 150:
+
+  p. 120.—_Laden with his fine antique porcelain._—This old porcelain is
+  found in digging, and “if it is esteemed, it is not because it has
+  acquired any new degree of beauty in the earth, but because it has
+  retained its ancient beauty; and this alone is of great importance in
+  China, where they give large sums for the smallest vessels which were
+  used under the Emperors Yan and Chun, who reigned many ages before the
+  dynasty of Tang, at which time porcelain began to be used by the
+  Emperors” (about the year 442).—_Dunn_’s Collection of curious
+  Observations, &c.;—a bad translation of some parts of the Lettres
+  Edifiantes et Curieuses of the Missionary Jesuits.
+
+Footnote 151:
+
+  p. 122.—_And if Nasser, the Arabian merchant, told no better._—“La
+  lecture de ces Fables plaisoit si fort aux Arabes, que, quand Mahomet
+  les entretenoit de l’Histoire de l’Ancien Testament, ils les
+  méprisoient, lui disant que celles que Nasser leur racontoit étoient
+  beaucoup plus belles. Cette préférence attira à Nasser la malédiction
+  de Mahomet et de tous ses disciples.”—_D’Herbelot._
+
+Footnote 152:
+
+  p. 122.—_Like the blacksmith’s apron converted into a banner._—The
+  blacksmith Gao, who successfully resisted the tyrant Zohak, and whose
+  apron became the Royal Standard of Persia.
+
+Footnote 153:
+
+  p. 125.—_That sublime bird, which flies always in the air, and never
+  touches the earth._—“The Huma, a bird peculiar to the East. It is
+  supposed to fly constantly in the air, and never touch the ground: it
+  is looked upon as a bird of happy omen; and that every head it
+  overshades will in time wear a crown.”—_Richardson._
+
+  In the terms of alliance made by Fuzzel Oola Khan with Hyder in 1760,
+  one of the stipulations was, “that he should have the distinction of
+  two honorary attendants standing behind him, holding fans composed of
+  the feathers of the Humma, according to the practice of his
+  family.”—_Wilk_’s South of India. He adds in a note:—“The Humma is a
+  fabulous bird. The head over which its shadow once passes will
+  assuredly be circled with a crown. The splendid little bird suspended
+  over the throne of Tippoo Sultaun, found at Seringapatam in 1799, was
+  intended to represent this poetical fancy.”
+
+Footnote 154:
+
+  p. 125.—_Like those on the Written Mountain, last for ever._—“To the
+  pilgrims to Mount Sinai we must attribute the inscriptions, figures,
+  &c. on those rocks, which have from thence acquired the name of the
+  Written Mountain.”—_Volney._ M. Gebelin and others have been at much
+  pains to attach some mysterious and important meaning to these
+  inscriptions; but Niebuhr, as well as Volney, thinks that they must
+  have been executed at idle hours by the travellers to Mount Sinai,
+  “who were satisfied with cutting the unpolished rock with any pointed
+  instrument; adding to their names and the date of their journeys some
+  rude figures which bespeak the hand of a people but little skilled in
+  the arts.”—_Niebuhr._
+
+Footnote 155:
+
+  p. 125.—_Like the old Man of the Sea, upon his back._—The Story of
+  Sinbad.
+
+Footnote 156:
+
+  p. 126.—_To which Hafez compares his mistress’s hair._—See _Nott_’s
+  Hafez, Ode v.
+
+Footnote 157:
+
+  p. 126.—_To the Cámalatá, by whose rosy blossoms the heaven of Indra
+  is scented._—“The Cámalatá (called by Linnæus, Ipomæa) is the most
+  beautiful of its order, both in the colour and form of its leaves and
+  flowers; its elegant blossoms are ‘celestial rosy red, Love’s proper
+  hue,’ and have justly procured it the name of Cámalatá, or Love’s
+  Creeper.”—_Sir W. Jones._
+
+  “Cámalatá may also mean a mythological plant, by which all desires are
+  granted to such as inhabit the heaven of Indra; and if ever flower was
+  worthy of paradise, it is our charming Ipomæa”—_Sir W. Jones._
+
+Footnote 158:
+
+  p. 126.—_That flower-loving Nymph whom they worship in the temples of
+  Kathay._—“According to Father Premare, in his tract on Chinese
+  Mythology, the mother of Fo-hi was the daughter of heaven, surnamed
+  Flower-loving; and as the nymph was walking alone on the bank of a
+  river, she found herself encircled by a rainbow, after which she
+  became pregnant, and, at the end of twelve years, was delivered of a
+  son radiant as herself.”—_Asiat. Res._
+
+Footnote 159:
+
+  p. 130.—_With its plane-tree Isle reflected clear._
+
+  “Numerous small islands emerge from the Lake of Cashmere. One is
+  called Char Chenaur, from the plane-trees upon it.”—_Foster._
+
+Footnote 160:
+
+  p. 130.—_And the golden floods that thitherward stray._
+
+  “The Altan Kol or Golden River of Tibet, which runs into the Lakes of
+  Sing-su-hay, has abundance of gold in its sands, which employs the
+  inhabitants all the summer in gathering it.”—_Description of Tibet in
+  Pinkerton._
+
+Footnote 161:
+
+  p. 131.—_Blooms nowhere but in Paradise._
+
+  “The Brahmins of this province insist that the blue campac flowers
+  only in Paradise.”—_Sir W. Jones._ It appears, however, from a curious
+  letter of the sultan of Menangcabow, given by Marsden, that one place
+  on earth may lay claim to the possession of it. “This is the Sultan,
+  who keeps the flower champaka that is blue, and to be found in no
+  other country but his, being yellow elsewhere.”—_Marsden_’s Sumatra.
+
+Footnote 162:
+
+  p. 131.—_Flung at night from angel hands._
+
+  “The Mahometans suppose that falling stars are the firebrands
+  wherewith the good angels drive away the bad, when they approach too
+  near the empyrean or verge of the heavens.”—_Fryer._
+
+Footnote 163:
+
+  p. 132.—_Beneath the pillars of_ CHILMINAR.
+
+  The Forty Pillars; so the Persians call the ruins of Persepolis. It is
+  imagined by them that this palace and the edifices at Balbec were
+  built by Genii, for the purpose of hiding in their subterraneous
+  caverns immense treasures, which still remain there.—See _D’Herbelot_
+  and _Volney._
+
+Footnote 164:
+
+  p. 132.—_To the south of sun-bright Araby._—The Isles of Panchaia.
+
+  _Diodorus_ mentions the Isle of Panchaia, to the south of Arabia
+  Felix, where there was a temple of Jupiter. This island, or rather
+  cluster of isles, has disappeared, “sunk (says _Grandpré_) in the
+  abyss made by the fire beneath their foundations.”—_Voyage to the
+  Indian Ocean._
+
+Footnote 165:
+
+  p. 132.—_The jewell’d cup of their King Jamshid._
+
+  “The cup of Jamshid, discovered, they say, when digging for the
+  foundations of Persepolis.”—_Richardson._
+
+Footnote 166:
+
+  p. 132.—_O’er coral rocks, and amber beds._
+
+  “It is not like the Sea of India, whose bottom is rich with pearls and
+  ambergris, whose mountains of the coast are stored with gold and
+  precious stones, whose gulfs breed creatures that yield ivory, and
+  among the plants of whose shores are ebony, red wood, and the wood of
+  Hairzan, aloes, camphor, cloves, sandal-wood, and all other spices and
+  aromatics: where parrots and peacocks are birds of the forest, and
+  musk and civet are collected upon the lands.”—_Travels of Two
+  Mohammedans._
+
+Footnote 167:
+
+  p. 133.—_Thy Pagods and thy pillar’d shades._
+
+          ... “in the ground
+          The bended twigs take root, and daughters grow
+          About the mother-tree, _a pillar’d shade_,
+          High over-arch’d, and echoing walks between.”—MILTON.
+
+  For a particular description and plate of the Banyan-tree, see
+  _Cordiner_’s Ceylon.
+
+Footnote 168:
+
+  p. 133.—_Thy Monarchs and their thousand Thrones._
+
+  “With this immense treasure Mamood returned to Ghizni, and in the year
+  400 prepared a magnificent festival, where he displayed to the people
+  his wealth in golden thrones and in other ornaments, in a great plain
+  without the city of Ghizni.”—_Ferishta._
+
+Footnote 169:
+
+  p. 133.—_’Tis He of Gazna—fierce in wrath._
+
+  “Mahmood of Gazna, or Ghizni, who conquered India in the beginning of
+  the 11th century.”—See his History in _Dow_ and _Sir J. Malcolm_.
+
+Footnote 170:
+
+  p. 133.—_Of many a young and lov’d Sultana._
+
+  “It is reported that the hunting equipage of the Sultan Mahmood was so
+  magnificent, that he kept 400 greyhounds and bloodhounds, each of
+  which wore a collar set with jewels, and a covering edged with gold
+  and pearls.”—_Universal History_, vol. iii.
+
+Footnote 171:
+
+  p. 134.—_For Liberty shed, so holy is._
+
+  Objections may be made to my use of the word Liberty in this, and more
+  especially in the story that follows it, as totally inapplicable to
+  any state of things that has ever existed in the East; but though I
+  cannot, of course, mean to employ it in that enlarged and noble sense
+  which is so well understood at the present day, and, I grieve to say,
+  so little acted upon, yet it is no disparagement to the word to apply
+  it to that national independence, that freedom from the interference
+  and dictation of foreigners, without which, indeed, no liberty of any
+  kind can exist; and for which both Hindoos and Persians fought against
+  their Mussulman invaders with, in many cases, a bravery that deserved
+  much better success.
+
+Footnote 172:
+
+  p. 136.—_Now among_ AFRIC’S _lunar Mountains._
+
+  “The Mountains of the Moon, or the Montes Lunæ of antiquity, at the
+  foot of which the Nile is supposed to rise.”—_Bruce._
+
+  “Sometimes called,” says _Jackson_, “Jibbel Kumrie, or the white or
+  lunar-coloured mountains; so a white horse is called by the Arabians a
+  moon-coloured horse.”
+
+Footnote 173:
+
+  p. 136.—_And hail the new-born Giant’s smile._
+
+  “The Nile, which the Abyssinians know by the names of Abey and Alawy,
+  or the Giant.”—_Asiat. Research._ vol. i. p. 387.
+
+Footnote 174:
+
+  p. 136.—_Her grots, and sepulchres of Kings._
+
+  See Perry’s View of the Levant for an account of the sepulchres in
+  Upper Thebes, and the numberless grots, covered all over with
+  hieroglyphics in the mountains of Upper Egypt.
+
+Footnote 175:
+
+  p. 136.—_In warm_ ROSETTA’S _vale—now loves._
+
+  “The orchards of Rosetta are filled with turtle-doves.”—_Sonnini._
+
+Footnote 176:
+
+  p. 136.—_The azure calm of_ MŒRIS’ _Lake._
+
+  Savary mentions the pelicans upon Lake Mœris.
+
+Footnote 177:
+
+  p. 137.—_Warns them to their silken beds._
+
+  “The superb date-tree, whose head languidly reclines, like that of a
+  handsome woman overcome with sleep.”—_Dafard el Hadad._
+
+Footnote 178:
+
+  p. 137.—_Some purple-wing’d Sultana sitting._
+
+  “That beautiful bird, with plumage of the finest shining blue, with
+  purple beak and legs, the natural and living ornament of the temples
+  and palaces of the Greeks and Romans, which, from the stateliness of
+  its port, as well as the brilliancy of its colours, has obtained the
+  title of Sultana.”—_Sonnini._
+
+Footnote 179:
+
+  p. 138.—_Only the fierce hyæna stalks._
+
+  Jackson, speaking of the plague that occurred in West Barbary, when he
+  was there, says, “The birds of the air fled away from the abodes of
+  men. The hyænas, on the contrary, visited the cemeteries,” &c.
+
+Footnote 180:
+
+  p. 138.—_Throughout the city’s desolate walks._
+
+  “Gondar was full of hyænas from the time it turned dark till the dawn
+  of day, seeking the different pieces of slaughtered carcasses, which
+  this cruel and unclean people expose in the streets without burial,
+  and who firmly believe that these animals are Falashta from the
+  neighbouring mountains, transformed by magic, and come down to eat
+  human flesh in the dark in safety.”—_Bruce._
+
+Footnote 181:
+
+  p. 138.—_The glaring of those large blue eyes._—Bruce.
+
+Footnote 182:
+
+  p. 140.—_But see—who yonder comes by stealth._
+
+  This circumstance has been often introduced into poetry;—by Vincentius
+  Fabricius, by Darwin, and lately, with very powerful effect, by Mr.
+  Wilson.
+
+Footnote 183:
+
+  p. 142.—_Who sings at the last his own death-lay._
+
+  “In the East, they suppose the Phœnix to have fifty orifices in his
+  bill, which are continued to his tail; and that, after living one
+  thousand years, he builds himself a funeral pile, sings a melodious
+  air of different harmonies through his fifty organ pipes, flaps his
+  wings with a velocity which sets fire to the wood, and consumes
+  himself.”—_Richardson._
+
+Footnote 184:
+
+  p. 144.—_Their first sweet draught of glory take._
+
+  “On the shores of a quadrangular lake stand a thousand goblets, made
+  of stars, out of which souls predestined to enjoy felicity drink the
+  crystal wave.”—From _Châteaubriand_’s Description of the Mahometan
+  Paradise, in his _Beauties of Christianity_.
+
+Footnote 185:
+
+  p. 145.—_Now, upon_ SYRIA’S _land of roses._
+
+  Richardson thinks that Syria had its name from Suri, a beautiful and
+  delicate species of rose, for which that country has been always
+  famous;—hence, Suristan, the Land of Roses.
+
+Footnote 186:
+
+  p. 145.—_Gay lizards, glittering on the walls._
+
+  “The number of lizards I saw one day in the great court of the Temple
+  of the Sun at Balbec amounted to many thousands; the ground, the
+  walls, and stones of the ruined buildings, were covered with
+  them.”—_Bruce._
+
+Footnote 187:
+
+  p. 146.—_Of shepherd’s ancient reed._
+
+  “The Syrinx, or Pan’s pipe, is still a pastoral instrument in
+  Syria.”—_Russel._
+
+Footnote 188:
+
+  p. 146.—_Of the wild bees of_ PALESTINE.
+
+  “Wild bees, frequent in Palestine, in hollow trunks or branches of
+  trees, and the clefts of rocks. Thus it is said (Psalm lxxxi.),
+  ‘_honey out of the stony rock_.’”—_Burder_’s Oriental Customs.
+
+Footnote 189:
+
+  p. 146.—_And woods, so full of nightingales._
+
+  “The river Jordan is on both sides beset with little, thick, and
+  pleasant woods, among which thousands of nightingales warble all
+  together.”—_Thevenot._
+
+Footnote 190:
+
+  p. 146.—_On that great Temple, once his own._
+
+  The Temple of the Sun at Balbec.
+
+Footnote 191:
+
+  p. 147.—_The beautiful blue damsel flies._
+
+  “You behold there a considerable number of a remarkable species of
+  beautiful insects, the elegance of whose appearance and their attire
+  procured for them the name of Damsels.”—_Sonnini._
+
+Footnote 192:
+
+  p. 147.—_Of a small imaret’s rustic fount._
+
+  Imaret, “hospice où on loge et nourrit, gratis, les pélerins pendant
+  trois jours.”—_Toderini, translated by the Abbé de Cournand._—See also
+  _Castellan_’s Mœurs des Othomans, tom. v. p. 145.
+
+Footnote 193:
+
+  p. 149.—_Kneels, with his forehead to the south._
+
+  “Such Turks, as at the common hours of prayer are on the road, or so
+  employed as not to find convenience to attend the mosques, are still
+  obliged to execute that duty; nor are they ever known to fail,
+  whatever business they are then about, but pray immediately when the
+  hour alarms them, whatever they are about, in that very place they
+  chance to stand on; insomuch that when a janissary, whom you have to
+  guard you up and down the city, hears the notice which is given him
+  from the steeples, he will turn about, stand still, and beckon with
+  his hand, to tell his charge he must have patience for awhile; when,
+  taking out his handkerchief, he spreads it on the ground, sits
+  cross-legged thereupon, and says his prayers, though in the open
+  market, which, having ended, he leaps briskly up, salutes the person
+  whom he undertook to convey, and renews his journey with the mild
+  expression of _Ghell gohnnum ghell_, or, Come, dear, follow
+  me.”—_Aaron Hill_’s Travels.
+
+Footnote 194:
+
+  p. 151.—_Upon_ EGYPT’S _land, of so healing a power._
+
+  The Nucta, or Miraculous Drop, which falls in Egypt precisely on St.
+  John’s Day, in June, and is supposed to have the effect of stopping
+  the plague.
+
+Footnote 195:
+
+  p. 153.—_Are the diamond turrets of_ SHADUKIAM.
+
+  The Country of Delight—the name of a province in the kingdom of
+  Jinnistan, or Fairy Land, the capital of which is called the City of
+  Jewels. Amberabad is another of the cities of Jinnistan.
+
+Footnote 196:
+
+  p. 153.—_My feast is now of the Tooba Tree._
+
+  The tree Tooba, that stands in Paradise, in the palace of Mahomet. See
+  _Sale’s Prelim. Disc._—Tooba, says _D’Herbelot_, signifies beatitude,
+  or eternal happiness.
+
+Footnote 197:
+
+  p. 154.—_To the lote-tree, springing by_ ALLA’S _throne._
+
+  Mahomet is described, in the 53d chapter of the Koran, as having seen
+  the Angel Gabriel “by the lote-tree, beyond which there is no passing:
+  near it is the Garden of Eternal Abode.” This tree, say the
+  commentators, stands in the seventh Heaven, on the right hand of the
+  Throne of God.
+
+Footnote 198:
+
+  p. 155.—_As the hundred and twenty thousand Streams of Basra._—“It is
+  said that the rivers or streams of Basra were reckoned in the time of
+  Pelal ben Abi Bordeh, and amounted to the number of one hundred and
+  twenty thousand streams.”—_Ebn Haukal._
+
+Footnote 199:
+
+  p. 155.—_Who, like them, flung the jereed carelessly._—The name of the
+  javelin with which the Easterns exercise. See _Castellan, Mœurs des
+  Othomans_, tom. iii. p. 161.
+
+Footnote 200:
+
+  p. 156.—_The Banyan Hospital._—“This account excited a desire of
+  visiting the Banyan Hospital, as I had heard much of their benevolence
+  to all kinds of animals that were either sick, lame, or infirm,
+  through age or accident. On my arrival, there were presented to my
+  view many horses, cows, and oxen, in one apartment; in another, dogs,
+  sheep, goats, and monkeys, with clean straw for them to repose on.
+  Above stairs were depositories for seeds of many sorts, and flat,
+  broad dishes for water, for the use of birds and insects.”—_Parson_’s
+  Travels.
+
+  It is said that all animals know the Banyans, that the most timid
+  approach them, and that birds will fly nearer to them than to other
+  people.—See _Grandpré_.
+
+Footnote 201:
+
+  p. 157.—_Like that of the fragrant grass near the Ganges._—“A very
+  fragrant grass from the banks of the Ganges, near Heridwar, which in
+  some places covers whole acres, and diffuses, when crushed, a strong
+  odour.”—_Sir W. Jones_, on the Spikenard of the Ancients.
+
+Footnote 202:
+
+  p. 157.—_No one had ever yet reached its summit._—“Near this is a
+  curious hill, called Koh Talism, the Mountain of the Talisman,
+  because, according to the traditions of the country, no person ever
+  succeeded in gaining its summit.”—_Kinneir._
+
+Footnote 203:
+
+  p. 158.—_Is warmed into life by the eyes alone._—“The Arabians believe
+  that the ostriches hatch their young by only looking at them.”—_P.
+  Vanslebe, Rélat. d’Egypte._
+
+Footnote 204:
+
+  p. 159.—_And then lost them again for ever._—See _Sale_’s Koran, note,
+  vol. ii. p. 484.
+
+Footnote 205:
+
+  p. 159.—_While the artisans in chariots._—Oriental Tales.
+
+Footnote 206:
+
+  p. 160.—_Who kept waving over their heads plates of gold and silver
+  flowers._—Ferishta. “Or rather,” says _Scott_, upon the passage of
+  Ferishta, from which this is taken, “small coins, stamped with the
+  figure of a flower. They are still used in India to distribute in
+  charity, and, on occasion, thrown by the purse-bearers of the great
+  among the populace.”
+
+Footnote 207:
+
+  p. 160.—_Alley of trees._—The fine road made by the emperor
+  Jehan-Guire from Agra to Lahore, planted with trees on each side. This
+  road is 250 leagues in length. It has “little pyramids or turrets,”
+  says _Fernier_, “erected every half league, to mark the ways, and
+  frequent wells to afford drink to passengers, and to water the young
+  trees.”
+
+Footnote 208:
+
+  p. 162.—_That favourite tree of the luxurious bird that lights up the
+  chambers of its nest with fire-flies._—The Baya, or Indian
+  Gross-beak.—_Sir W. Jones._
+
+Footnote 209:
+
+  p. 162.—_On the clear cold waters of which floated multitudes of the
+  beautiful red lotus._—“Here is a large pagoda by a tank, on the water
+  of which float multitudes of the beautiful red lotus; the flower is
+  larger than that of the white water-lily, and is the most lovely of
+  the nymphæas I have seen.”—_Mrs. Graham_’s Journal of a Residence in
+  India.
+
+Footnote 210:
+
+  p. 163.—_Had fled hither from their Arab conquerors._—“On les voit
+  persécutés par les Khalifes se retirer dans les montagnes du Kerman:
+  plusieurs choisirent pour retraite la Tartarie et la Chine; d’autres
+  s’arrêtè-rent sur les bords du Gange, à l’est de Delhi.”—_M.
+  Anquetil_, Mémoires de l’Académie, tom. xxxi. p. 346.
+
+Footnote 211:
+
+  p. 163.—_Like their own Fire in the Burning Field at Bakou._—The “Ager
+  ardens” described by _Kæmpfer, Amœnitat. Exot._
+
+Footnote 212:
+
+  p. 164.—_The prey of strangers._—“Cashmere (says its historians) had
+  its own princes 4000 years before its conquest by Akbar in 1585. Akbar
+  would have found some difficulty to reduce this paradise of the
+  Indies, situated as it is within such a fortress of mountains, but its
+  monarch, Yusef-Khan, was basely betrayed by his Omrahs.”—_Pennant._
+
+Footnote 213:
+
+  p. 164.—_Fire-worshippers._—Voltaire tells us that in his Tragedy,
+  “Les Guèbres,” he was generally supposed to have alluded to the
+  Jansenists. I should not be surprised if this story of the
+  Fire-worshippers were found capable of a similar doubleness of
+  application.
+
+Footnote 214:
+
+  p. 169.—_’Tis moonlight over_ OMAN’S _sea._
+
+  The Persian Gulf, sometimes so called, which separates the shores of
+  Persia and Arabia.
+
+Footnote 215:
+
+  p. 169.—_’Tis moonlight in_ HARMOZIA’S _walls._
+
+  The present Gombaroon, a town on the Persian side of the Gulf.
+
+Footnote 216:
+
+  p. 169.—_Of trumpet and the clash of zel._
+
+  A Moorish instrument of music.
+
+Footnote 217:
+
+  p. 170.—_The wind-tower on the_ EMIR’S _dome._
+
+  “At Gombaroon and other places in Persia, they have towers for the
+  purpose of catching the wind, and cooling the houses.”—_Le Bruyn._
+
+Footnote 218:
+
+  p. 170.—_His race hath brought on_ IRAN’S _name._
+
+  “Iran is the true general name for the empire of Persia.”—_Asiat.
+  Res._ Disc. 5.
+
+Footnote 219:
+
+  p. 170.—_Engraven on his reeking sword._
+
+  “On the blades of their scimitars some verse from the Koran is usually
+  inscribed.”—_Russel._
+
+Footnote 220:
+
+  p. 171.—_Draw venom forth that drives men mad._
+
+  “There is a kind of Rhododendros about Trebizond, whose flowers the
+  bee feeds upon, and the honey thence drives people mad.”—_Tournefort._
+
+Footnote 221:
+
+  p. 172.—_Upon the turban of a king._
+
+  “Their kings wear plumes of black herons’ feathers upon the right
+  side, as a badge of sovereignty.”—_Hanway._
+
+Footnote 222:
+
+  p. 173.—_Springing in a desolate mountain._
+
+  “The Fountain of Youth, by a Mahometan tradition, is situated in some
+  dark region of the East.”—_Richardson._
+
+Footnote 223:
+
+  p. 173.—_On summer-eves, through_ YEMEN’S _dales._
+
+  Arabia Felix.
+
+Footnote 224:
+
+  p. 174.—_Who, lull’d in cool kiosk or bower._
+
+  “In the midst of the garden is the chiosk, that is, a large room,
+  commonly beautified with a fine fountain in the midst of it. It is
+  raised nine or ten steps, and inclosed with gilded lattices, round
+  which vines, jessamines, and honeysuckles, make a sort of green wall;
+  large trees are planted round this place, which is the scene of their
+  greatest pleasures.”—_Lady M. W. Montague._
+
+Footnote 225:
+
+  p. 174.—_Before their mirrors count the time._
+
+  The women of the East are never without their looking-glasses. “In
+  Barbary,” says _Shaw_, “they are so fond of their looking-glasses,
+  which they hang upon their breasts, that they will not lay them
+  aside, even when after the drudgery of the day they are obliged to
+  go two or three miles with a pitcher or a goat’s skin to fetch
+  water.”—_Travels._
+
+  In other parts of Asia they wear little looking-glasses on their
+  thumbs. “Hence (and from the lotus being considered the emblem of
+  beauty) is the meaning of the following mute intercourse of two lovers
+  before their parents:—
+
+                 “‘He, with salute of deference due,
+                   A lotus to his forehead prest;
+                 She rais’d her mirror to his view,
+                   Then turn’d it inward to her breast.’”
+
+                                          _Asiatic Miscellany_, vol. ii.
+
+Footnote 226:
+
+  p. 174.—_Upon the emerald’s virgin blaze._
+
+  “They say that if a snake or serpent fix his eyes on the lustre of
+  those stones (emeralds), he immediately becomes blind.”—_Ahmed ben
+  Abdalaziz_ Treatise on Jewels.
+
+Footnote 227:
+
+  p. 175.—_After the day-beam’s withering fire._
+
+  “At Gombaroon and the Isle of Ormus, it is sometimes so hot that the
+  people are obliged to lie all day in the water.”—_Marco Polo._
+
+Footnote 228:
+
+  p. 176.—_Of_ ARARAT’S _tremendous peak._
+
+  This mountain is generally supposed to be inaccessible. _Struy_ says,
+  “I can well assure the reader that their opinion is not true, who
+  suppose this mount to be inaccessible.” He adds, that “the lower part
+  of the mountain is cloudy, misty, and dark; the middlemost part very
+  cold, and like clouds of snow; but the upper regions perfectly
+  calm.”—It was on this mountain that the ark was supposed to have
+  rested after the Deluge, and part of it, they say, exists there still,
+  which Struy thus gravely accounts for:—“Whereas none can remember that
+  the air on the top of the hill did ever change or was subject either
+  to wind or rain, which is presumed to be the reason that the Ark has
+  endured so long without being rotten.”—See _Carreri_’s Travels, where
+  the Doctor laughs at this whole account of Mount Ararat.
+
+Footnote 229:
+
+  p. 177.—_The bridegroom, with his locks of light._
+
+  In one of the books of the Shâh Nâmeh, when Zal (a celebrated hero of
+  Persia, remarkable for his white hair) comes to the terrace of his
+  mistress Rodahver at night, she lets down her long tresses to assist
+  him in his ascent;—he, however, manages it in a less romantic way, by
+  fixing his crook in a projecting beam.—See _Champion’s Ferdosi_.
+
+Footnote 230:
+
+  p. 177.—_The rock-goats of_ ARABIA _clamber._
+
+  “On the lofty hills of Arabia Petræa are rock-goats.”—_Niebuhr._
+
+Footnote 231:
+
+  p. 178.—_Some ditty to her soft Kanoon._
+
+  “Canun, espèce de psaltérion, avec des cordes de boyaux; les dames en
+  touchent dans le sérail, avec des écailles armées de pointes de
+  cooc.”—_Toderini, translated by De Cournand._
+
+Footnote 232:
+
+  p. 184.—_The Gheber belt that round him clung._
+
+  “They (the Ghebers) lay so much stress on their cushee or girdle, as
+  not to dare to be an instant without it.”—_Grose_’s Voyage.—“Le
+  jeune homme nia d’abord la chose; mais, ayant été dépouillé de sa
+  robe, et la large ceinture qu’il portoit comme Ghebr,” &c.
+  &c.—_D’Herbelot_, art. Agduani. “Pour se distinguer des Idolâtres de
+  l’Inde, les Guèbres se ceignent tous d’un cordon de laine, ou de
+  poil de chameau.”—_Encyclopédie Françoise._
+
+  D’Herbelot says this belt was generally of leather.
+
+Footnote 233:
+
+  p. 184.—_Among the living lights of heaven._
+
+  “They suppose the Throne of the Almighty is seated in the sun, and
+  hence their worship of that luminary.”—_Hanway._ “As to fire, the
+  Ghebers place the spring-head of it in that globe of fire the Sun, by
+  them called Mythras, or Mihir, to which they pay the highest
+  reverence, in gratitude for the manifold benefits flowing from its
+  ministerial omniscience. But they are so far from confounding the
+  subordination of the Servant with the majesty of its Creator, that
+  they not only attribute no sort of sense or reasoning to the sun or
+  fire, in any of its operations, but consider it as a purely passive
+  blind instrument, directed and governed by the immediate impression on
+  it of the will of God: but they do not even give that luminary,
+  all-glorious as it is, more than the second rank amongst his works,
+  reserving the first for that stupendous production of divine power,
+  the mind of man.”—_Grose._ The false charges brought against the
+  religion of these people by their Mussulman tyrants is but one proof
+  among many of the truth of this writer’s remark, that “calumny is
+  often added to oppression, if but for the sake of justifying it.”
+
+Footnote 234:
+
+  p. 188.—_And fiery darts, at intervals._
+
+  “The Mameluks that were in the other boat, when it was dark, used to
+  shoot up a sort of fiery arrows into the air, which in some measure
+  resembled lightning or falling stars.”—_Baumgarten._
+
+Footnote 235:
+
+  p. 190.—_Which grows over the tomb of the musician, Tan-Sein._—“Within
+  the inclosure which surrounds this monument (at Gualior) is a small
+  tomb to the memory of Tan-Sein, a musician of incomparable skill, who
+  flourished at the court of Akbar. The tomb is overshadowed by a tree,
+  concerning which a superstitious notion prevails, that the chewing of
+  its leaves will give an extraordinary melody to the voice.”—_Narrative
+  of a Journey from Agra to Ouzein, by W. Hunter, Esq._
+
+Footnote 236:
+
+  p. 190.—_The awful signal of the bamboo staff._—“It is usual to place
+  a small white triangular flag, fixed to a bamboo staff of ten or
+  twelve feet long, at the place where a tiger has destroyed a man. It
+  is common for the passengers also to throw each a stone or brick near
+  the spot, so that in the course of a little time a pile equal to a
+  good waggon-load is collected. The sight of these flags and piles of
+  stones imparts a certain melancholy, not perhaps altogether void of
+  apprehension.”—_Oriental Field Sports_, vol. ii.
+
+Footnote 237:
+
+  p. 190.—_Ornamented with the most beautiful porcelain._—“The Ficus
+  Indica is called the Pagod Tree and Tree of Councils; the first, from
+  the idols placed under its shade; the second, because meetings were
+  held under its cool branches. In some places it is believed to be the
+  haunt of spectres, as the ancient spreading oaks of Wales have been of
+  fairies; in others are erected beneath the shade pillars of stone, or
+  posts, elegantly carved, and ornamented with the most beautiful
+  porcelain to supply the use of mirrors.”—_Pennant._
+
+Footnote 238:
+
+  p. 192.—_And o’er the Green Sea palely shines._
+
+  The Persian Gulf—“To dive for pearls in the Green Sea, or Persian
+  Gulf.”—_Sir W. Jones._
+
+Footnote 239:
+
+  p. 192.—_Revealing_ BAHREIN’S _groves of palm,
+      And lighting_ KISHMA’S _amber vines._
+
+  Islands in the Gulf.
+
+Footnote 240:
+
+  p. 192.—_Blow round_ SELAMA’S _sainted cape._
+
+  Or Selemeh, the genuine name 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.”—_Morier._
+
+Footnote 241:
+
+  p. 193.—_The nightingale now bends her flight._
+
+  “The nightingale sings from the pomegranate groves in the day-time,
+  and from the loftiest trees at night.”—_Russel_’s Aleppo.
+
+Footnote 242:
+
+  p. 193.—_The best and brightest scimitar._
+
+  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.”
+
+Footnote 243:
+
+  p. 194.—_Who, on_ CADESSIA’S _bloody plains._
+
+  The place where the Persians were finally defeated by the Arabs, and
+  their ancient monarchy destroyed.
+
+Footnote 244:
+
+  p. 194.—_Beyond the Caspian’s Iron Gates._
+
+  Derbend.—“Les Turcs appellent cette ville Demir Capi, Porte de Fer; ce
+  sont les Caspiæ Portæ des anciens.”—_D’Herbelot._
+
+Footnote 245:
+
+  p. 195.—_They burst, like Zeilan’s giant palm._
+
+  The Talpot or Talipot-tree. “This beautiful palm-tree, which grows in
+  the heart of the forests, may be classed among the loftiest 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.”—_Thunberg._
+
+Footnote 246:
+
+  p. 196.—_Before whose sabre’s dazzling light._
+
+  “When the bright cimitars make the eyes of our heroes wink.”—_The
+  Moallakat, Poem of Amru._
+
+Footnote 247:
+
+  p. 198.—_Sprung from those old, enchanted kings._
+
+  Tahmuras, and other ancient kings of Persia; whose adventures in
+  Fairy-land among the Peris and Dives may be found in Richardson’s
+  curious Dissertation. The griffin Simoorgh, they say, took some
+  feathers from her breast for Tahmuras, with which he adorned his
+  helmet, and transmitted them afterwards to his descendants.
+
+Footnote 248:
+
+  p. 199.—_Of sainted cedars on its banks._
+
+  This rivulet, says Dandini, is called the Holy river from the
+  “cedar-saints” among which it rises.
+
+  In the _Lettres Edifiantes_, there is a different cause assigned for
+  its name of Holy. “In these are deep caverns, which formerly served as
+  so many cells for a great number of recluses, who had chosen these
+  retreats as the only witnesses upon earth of the severity of their
+  penance. The tears of these pious penitents gave the river of which we
+  have just treated the name of the Holy River.”—See _Châteaubriand_’s
+  Beauties of Christianity.
+
+Footnote 249:
+
+  p. 200.—_Of_ OMAN _beetling awfully._
+
+  This mountain is my own creation, as the “stupendous chain,” of which
+  I suppose it a link, does not extend quite so far as the shores of the
+  Persian Gulf. “This long and lofty range of mountains formerly divided
+  Media from Assyria, and now forms the boundary of the Persian and
+  Turkish empires. It runs parallel with the river Tigris and Persian
+  Gulf, and almost disappearing in the vicinity of Gomberoon (Harmozia),
+  seems once more to rise in the southern districts of Kerman, and
+  following an easterly course through the centre of Meckraun and
+  Balouchistan, is entirely lost in the deserts of Sinde.”—_Kinneir_’s
+  Persian Empire.
+
+Footnote 250:
+
+  p. 201.—_That oft the sleeping albatross._
+
+  These birds sleep in the air. They are most common about the Cape of
+  Good Hope.
+
+Footnote 251:
+
+  p 201.—_Beneath the Gheber’s lonely cliff._
+
+  There is an extraordinary hill in this neighbourhood, called Kohé
+  Gubr, or the Guebre’s mountain. It rises in the form of a lofty
+  cupola, and on the summit of it, they say, are the remains of an Atush
+  Kudu, or Fire-Temple. It is superstitiously held to be the residence
+  of Deeves or Sprites, and many marvellous stories are recounted of the
+  injury and witchcraft suffered by those who essayed in former days to
+  ascend or explore it.—_Pottinger_’s Beloochistan.
+
+Footnote 252:
+
+  p. 202.—_Of that vast mountain stood on fire._
+
+  The Ghebers generally built their temples over subterraneous fires.
+
+Footnote 253:
+
+  p. 202.—_Still did the mighty flame burn on._
+
+  “At the city of Yezd, in Persia, which is distinguished by the
+  appellation of the Darûb Abadut, or Seat of Religion, the Guebres are
+  permitted to have an Atush Kudu, or Fire-Temple, (which, they assert,
+  has had the sacred fire in it since the days of Zoroaster,) in their
+  own compartment of the city; but for this indulgence they are indebted
+  to the avarice, not the tolerance, of the Persian government, which
+  taxes them at twenty-five rupees each man.”—_Pottinger_’s
+  Beloochistan.
+
+Footnote 254:
+
+  p. 204.—_The blood of_ ZAL _and_ RUSTAM _rolls._
+
+  Ancient heroes of Persia. “Among the Guebres there are some who boast
+  their descent from Rustam.”—_Stephen_’s Persia.
+
+Footnote 255:
+
+  p. 204.—_Across the dark sea-robber’s way._
+
+  See Russel’s account of the panther’s attacking travellers in the
+  night on the sea-shore about the roots of Lebanon.
+
+Footnote 256:
+
+  p. 206.—_The wandering Spirits of their Dead._
+
+  “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._
+
+Footnote 257:
+
+  p. 206.—_Nor charmed leaf of pure pomegranate._
+
+  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.”
+
+Footnote 258:
+
+  p. 206.—_Nor symbol of their worshipp’d planet._
+
+  “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 hands, and offer incense to the sun.”—_Rabbi Benjamin._
+
+Footnote 259:
+
+  p. 206.—_They swore the latest, holiest deed._
+
+  “Nul d’entre eux oseroit se parjurer, quand il a pris à témoin cet
+  élément terrible et vengeur.”—_Encyclopédie Françoise._
+
+Footnote 260:
+
+  p. 207.—_The Persian lily shines and towers._
+
+  “A vivid verdure succeeds the autumnal rains, and the ploughed fields
+  are covered with the Persian lily, of a resplendent yellow
+  colour.”—_Russel_’s Aleppo.
+
+Footnote 261:
+
+  p. 210.—_When toss’d at midnight furiously._
+
+  “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._
+
+Footnote 262:
+
+  p. 210.—_Up, daughter, up—the_ KERNA’S _breath._
+
+  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._
+
+Footnote 263:
+
+  p. 212.—_Thou wor’st on_ OHOD’S _field of death._
+
+  “Mohammed had two helmets, an interior and exterior one; the latter of
+  which, called Al Mawashah, the fillet, wreath, or wreathed garland, he
+  wore at the battle of Ohod.”—_Universal History._
+
+Footnote 264:
+
+  p. 214.—_But turn to ashes on the lips._
+
+  They say that there are apple-trees upon the sides of this sea, which
+  bear very lovely fruit, but within are all full of ashes.—_Thevenot._
+  The same is asserted of the oranges there; vide _Witman_’s Travels in
+  Asiatic Turkey.
+
+  “The Asphalt Lake, known by the name of the Dead Sea, is very
+  remarkable on account of the considerable proportion of salt which it
+  contains. In this respect it surpasses every other known water on the
+  surface of the earth. This great proportion of bitter tasted salts is
+  the reason why neither animal nor plant can live in this
+  water.”—_Klaproth_’s Chemical Analysis of the Water of the Dead Sea,
+  Annals of Philosophy, January, 1813. _Hasselquist_, however, doubts
+  the truth of this last assertion, as there are shell-fish to be found
+  in the lake.
+
+  Lord Byron has a similar allusion to the fruits of the Dead Sea, in
+  that wonderful display of genius, his third Canto of Childe
+  Harold,—magnificent beyond any thing, perhaps, that even _he_ has ever
+  written.
+
+Footnote 265:
+
+  p. 214.—_While lakes, that shone in mockery nigh._
+
+  “The Suhrab, or Water of the Desert, is said to be caused by the
+  rarefaction of the atmosphere from extreme heat; and, which augments
+  the delusion, it is most frequent in hollows, where water might be
+  expected to lodge. I have seen bushes and trees reflected in it with
+  as much accuracy as though it had been the face of a clear and still
+  lake.”—_Pottinger._
+
+  “As to the unbelievers, their works are like a vapour in a plain which
+  the thirsty traveller thinketh to be water, until when he cometh
+  thereto he findeth it to be nothing.”—_Koran_, chap. 24.
+
+Footnote 266:
+
+  p. 215.—_The Bid-musk had just passed over._—“A wind which prevails in
+  February, called Bidmusk, from a small and odoriferous flower of that
+  name.”—“The wind which blows these flowers commonly lasts till the end
+  of the month.”—_Le Bruyn._
+
+Footnote 267:
+
+  p. 215.—_The sea-gipsies, who live for ever on the water._—“The Biajús
+  are of two races: the one is settled on Borneo, and are a rude but
+  warlike and industrious nation, who reckon themselves the original
+  possessors of the island of Borneo. The other is a species of
+  sea-gipsies or itinerant fishermen, who live in small covered boats,
+  and enjoy a perpetual summer on the eastern ocean, shifting to leeward
+  from island to island, with the variations of the monsoon. In some of
+  their customs this singular race resemble the natives of the Maldivia
+  islands. The Maldivians annually launch a small bark, loaded with
+  perfumes, gums, flowers, and odoriferous wood, and turn it adrift at
+  the mercy of winds and waves, as an offering to the _Spirit of the
+  Winds_; and sometimes similar offerings are made to the spirit whom
+  they term the _King of the Sea_. In like manner the Biajús perform
+  their offering to the God of Evil, launching a small bark, loaded with
+  all the sins and misfortunes of the nation, which are imagined to fall
+  on the unhappy crew that may be so unlucky as first to meet with
+  it.”—_Dr. Leyden_ on the Languages and Literature of the Indo-Chinese
+  Nations.
+
+Footnote 268:
+
+  p. 215.—_The violet sherbets._—“The sweet-scented violet is one of the
+  plants most esteemed, particularly for its great use in Sorbet, which
+  they make of violet sugar.”—_Hasselquist._
+
+  “The sherbet they most esteem, and which is drunk by the Grand Signor
+  himself, is made of violets and sugar.”—_Tavernier._
+
+Footnote 269:
+
+  p. 215.—_The pathetic measure of Nava._—“Last of all she took a
+  guitar, and sung a pathetic air in the measure called Nava, which is
+  always used to express the lamentations of absent lovers.”—_Persian
+  Tales._
+
+Footnote 270:
+
+  p. 217.—_No music tim’d her parting oar._
+
+  “The Easterns used to set out on their longer voyages with
+  music.”—_Harmer._
+
+Footnote 271:
+
+  p. 217.—_In silence through the Gate of Tears._
+
+  “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 had the boldness to hazard the
+  passage through it into the Ethiopic ocean.”—_Richardson._
+
+Footnote 272:
+
+  p. 218.—_In the still warm and living breath._
+
+  “I have been told that whensoever an animal falls down dead, one or
+  more vultures, unseen before, instantly appear.”—_Pennant._
+
+Footnote 273:
+
+  p. 218.—_As a young bird of_ BABYLON.
+
+  “They fasten some writing to the wings of a Bagdat or Babylonian
+  pigeon.”—_Travels of certain Englishmen._
+
+Footnote 274:
+
+  p. 219.—_Shooting around their jasper fount._
+
+  “The Empress of Jehan-Guire used to divert herself with feeding tame
+  fish in her canals, some of which were many years afterwards known by
+  fillets of gold, which she caused to be put round them.”—_Harris._
+
+Footnote 275:
+
+  p. 219.—_To tell her ruby rosary._
+
+  “Le Tespih, qui est un chapelet composé de 99 petites boules d’agate,
+  de jaspe, d’ambre, de corail, ou d’autre matière précieuse. J’en ai vu
+  un superbe au Seigneur Jerpos; il étoit de belles et grosses perles
+  parfaites et égales, estimé trente mille piastres.”—_Toderini._
+
+Footnote 276:
+
+  p. 223.—_Like meteor brands as if throughout._
+
+  The meteors that Pliny calls “faces.”
+
+Footnote 277:
+
+  p. 224.—_The Star of_ EGYPT _whose proud light._
+
+  “The brilliant Canopus, unseen in European climates.”—_Brown._
+
+Footnote 278:
+
+  p. 224.—_In the White Islands of the West._
+
+  See Wilford’s learned Essays on the Sacred Isles in the West.
+
+Footnote 279:
+
+  p. 225.—_Sparkles, as ’twere that lightning-gem._
+
+  A precious stone of the Indies, called by the ancients Ceraunium,
+  because it was supposed to be found in places where thunder had
+  fallen. Tertullian says it has a glittering appearance, as if there
+  had been fire in it; and the author of the Dissertation in Harris’s
+  Voyages supposes it to be the opal.
+
+Footnote 280:
+
+  p. 227.—_Their garb—the leathern belt that wraps._
+
+  _D’Herbelot_, art. Agduani.
+
+Footnote 281:
+
+  p. 227.—_Each yellow vest—that rebel hue._
+
+  “The Guebres are known by a dark yellow colour, which the men affect
+  in their clothes.”—_Thevenot._
+
+Footnote 282:
+
+  p. 227.—_The Tartar fleece upon their caps._
+
+  “The Kolah or cap, worn by the Persians, is made of the skin of the
+  sheep of Tartary.”—_Waring._
+
+Footnote 283:
+
+  p. 234.—_Open her bosom’s glowing veil._
+
+  A frequent image among the Oriental poets. “The nightingales warbled
+  their enchanting notes, and rent the thin veils of the rosebud and the
+  rose.”—_Jami._
+
+Footnote 284:
+
+  p. 237.—_The sorrowful tree, Nilica._—“Blossoms of the sorrowful
+  Nyctanthes give a durable colour to silk.”—_Remarks on the Husbandry
+  of Bengal_, p. 200. Nilica is one of the Indian names of this
+  flower.—_Sir W. Jones._ The Persians call it Gul.—_Carreri._
+
+Footnote 285:
+
+  p. 239.—_That cooling feast the traveller loves._
+
+  “In parts of Kerman, whatever dates are shaken from the trees by the
+  wind they do not touch, but leave them for those who have not any, or
+  for travellers.”—_Ebn Haukal._
+
+Footnote 286:
+
+  p. 240.—_The Searchers of the Grave appear._
+
+  The two terrible angels Monkir and Nakir, who are called “the
+  Searchers of the Grave” in the “Creed of the orthodox Mahometans”
+  given by Ockley, vol. ii.
+
+Footnote 287:
+
+  p. 240.—_The mandrake’s charnel leaves at night._
+
+  “The Arabians call the mandrake ‘the Devil’s candle,’ on account of
+  its shining appearance in the night.”—_Richardson._
+
+Footnote 288:
+
+  p. 249.—_Of the still Halls of_ ISHMONIE.
+
+  For an account of Ishmonie, the petrified city in Upper Egypt, where
+  it is said there are many statues of men, women, &c. to be seen to
+  this day, see Perry’s _View of the Levant_.
+
+Footnote 289:
+
+  p. 250.—_And ne’er did saint of_ ISSA _gaze._—Jesus.
+
+Footnote 290:
+
+  p. 251.—_The death-flames that beneath him burn’d!_
+
+  The Ghebers say that when Abraham, their great Prophet, was thrown
+  into the fire by order of Nimrod, the flame turned instantly into “a
+  bed of roses, where the child sweetly reposed.”—_Tavernier._
+
+  Of their other Prophet, Zoroaster, there is a story told in _Dion
+  Prusæus_, Orat. 36, that the love of wisdom and virtue leading him to
+  a solitary life upon a mountain, he found it one day all in a flame,
+  shining with celestial fire, out of which he came without any harm,
+  and instituted certain sacrifices to God, who, he declared, then
+  appeared to him.—See _Patrick_ on Exodus, iii. 2.
+
+Footnote 291:
+
+  p. 254.—_A ponderous sea-horn hung, and blew._
+
+  “The shell called Siiankos, common to India, Africa, and the
+  Mediterranean, and still used in many parts as a trumpet for blowing
+  alarms or giving signals: it sends forth a deep and hollow
+  sound.”—_Pennant._
+
+Footnote 292:
+
+  p. 255.—_And the white ox-tails stream’d behind._
+
+  “The finest ornament for the horses is made of six large flying
+  tassels of long white hair, taken out of the tails of wild oxen, that
+  are to be found in some places of the Indies.”—_Thevenot._
+
+Footnote 293:
+
+  p. 257.—_Sweet as the angel_ ISRAFIL’S.
+
+  “The angel Israfil, who has the most melodious voice of all God’s
+  creatures.”—_Sale._
+
+Footnote 294:
+
+  p. 261.—_Wound slow, as through_ GOLCONDA’S _vale._
+
+  See Hoole upon the Story of Sinbad.
+
+Footnote 295:
+
+  p. 265.—_From the wild covert where he lay._
+
+  “In this thicket upon the banks of the Jordan several sorts of wild
+  beasts are wont to harbour themselves, whose being washed out of the
+  covert by the overflowings of the river gave occasion to that allusion
+  of Jeremiah, _he shall come up like a lion from the swelling of
+  Jordan_.”—_Maundrell_’s Aleppo.
+
+Footnote 296:
+
+  p. 275.—_Like the wind of the south o’er a summer lute blowing._
+
+  “This wind (the Samoor) so softens the strings of lutes, that they can
+  never be tuned while it lasts.”—_Stephen_’s Persia.
+
+Footnote 297:
+
+  p. 275.—_With nought but the sea-star to light up her tomb._
+
+  “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._
+
+Footnote 298:
+
+  p. 275.—_And still, when the merry date-season is burning._
+
+  For a description of the merriment of the date-time, of their work,
+  their dances, and their return home from the palm-groves at the end of
+  autumn with the fruits, see _Kæmpfer, Amœnitat. Exot._
+
+Footnote 299:
+
+  p. 276.—_That ever the sorrowing sea-bird has wept._
+
+  Some naturalists have imagined that amber is a concretion of the tears
+  of birds.—See _Trevoux, Chambers_.
+
+Footnote 300:
+
+  p. 276.—_We’ll seek where the sands of the Caspian are sparkling._
+
+  “The bay Kieselarke, which is otherwise called the Golden Bay, the
+  sand whereof shines as fire.”—_Struy._
+
+Footnote 301:
+
+  p. 278.—_The summary criticism of the Chabuk._—“The application of
+  whips or rods.”—_Dubois._
+
+Footnote 302:
+
+  p. 279.—_Chief Holder of the Girdle of Beautiful Forms._—Kæmpfer
+  mentions such an officer among the attendants of the King of Persia,
+  and calls him “formæ corporis estimator.” His business was, at stated
+  periods, to measure the ladies of the Haram by a sort of
+  regulation-girdle, whose limits it was not thought graceful to exceed.
+  If any of them outgrew this standard of shape, they were reduced by
+  abstinence till they came within proper bounds.
+
+Footnote 303:
+
+  p. 279.—_Forbidden River._—The Attock.
+
+  “Akbar on his way ordered a fort to be built upon the Nilab, which he
+  called Attock, which means in the Indian language Forbidden; for, by
+  the superstition of the Hindoos, it was held unlawful to cross that
+  river.”—_Dow_’s Hindostan.
+
+Footnote 304:
+
+  p. 280.—_One genial star that rises nightly over their heads._—“The
+  inhabitants of this country (Zinge) are never afflicted with sadness
+  or melancholy; on this subject the Sheikh _Abu-Al-Kheir-Azhari_ has
+  the following distich:—
+
+  “‘Who is the man without care or sorrow, (tell) that I may rub my hand
+  to him.
+
+  “‘(Behold) the Zingians, without care or sorrow, frolicksome with
+  tipsiness and mirth.’
+
+  “The philosophers have discovered that the cause of this cheerfulness
+  proceeds from the influence of the star Soheil or Canopus, which rises
+  over them every night.”—_Extract from a Geographical Persian
+  Manuscript called Heft Aklim, or the Seven Climates, translated by W.
+  Ouseley, Esq._
+
+Footnote 305:
+
+  p. 281.—_Lizards._—“The lizard Stellio. The Arabs call it Hardun. The
+  Turks kill it, for they imagine that by declining the head it mimics
+  them when they say their prayers.”—_Hasselquist._
+
+Footnote 306:
+
+  p. 281.—_Royal Gardens._—For these particulars respecting Hussun
+  Abdaul, I am indebted to the very interesting Introduction of Mr.
+  Elphinstone’s work upon Caubul.
+
+Footnote 307:
+
+  p. 281.—_It was too delicious._—“As you enter at that Bazar, without
+  the gate of Damascus, you see the Green Mosque, so called because it
+  hath a steeple faced with green glazed bricks, which render it very
+  resplendent; it is covered at top with a pavilion of the same stuff.
+  The Turks say this mosque was made in that place, because Mahomet
+  being come so far, would not enter the town, saying it was too
+  delicious.”—_Thevenot._ This reminds one of the following pretty
+  passage in Isaac Walton:—“When I sat last on this primrose bank, and
+  looked down these meadows, I thought of them as Charles the Emperor
+  did of the city of Florence, ‘that they were too pleasant to be looked
+  on, but only on holidays.’”
+
+Footnote 308:
+
+  p. 281.—_The Sultana Nourmahal, the Light of the Haram._—Nourmahal
+  signifies Light of the Haram. She was afterwards called Nourjehan, or
+  the Light of the World.
+
+Footnote 309:
+
+  p. 282.—_The small shining fishes of which she was so fond._—See note,
+  p. 367.
+
+Footnote 310:
+
+  p. 282.—_Haroun-al-Raschid and his fair mistress Marida._—“Haroun al
+  Raschid, cinquième Khalife des Abassides, s’étant un jour brouillé
+  avec une de ses maîtresses nommée Maridah, qu’il aimoit cependant
+  jusqu’à l’excès, et cette mésintelligence ayant déjà duré quelque tems
+  commença à s’ennuyer. Giafar Barmaki, son favori, qui s’en apperçut,
+  commanda à Abbas ben Ahnaf, excellent poëte de ce tems-là, de composer
+  quelques vers sur le sujet de cette brouillerie. Ce poëte exécuta
+  l’ordre de Giafar, qiu fit chanter ces vers par Moussali en présence
+  du Khalife, et ce Prince fut tellement touché de la tendresse des vers
+  du poëte et de la douceur de la voix du musicien, qu’il alla aussitôt
+  trouver Maridah, et fit sa paix avec elle.”—_D’Herbelot._
+
+Footnote 311:
+
+  p. 285.—_With its roses the brightest that earth ever gave._
+
+  “The rose of Kashmire, for its brilliancy and delicacy of odour, has
+  long been proverbial in the East.”—_Forster._
+
+Footnote 312:
+
+  p. 286.—_Round the waist of some fair Indian dancer is ringing._
+
+  “Tied round her waist the zone of bells, that sounded with ravishing
+  melody.”—_Song of Jayadeva._
+
+Footnote 313:
+
+  p. 286.—_The young aspen-trees._
+
+  “The little isles in the Lake of Cachemire are set with arbours and
+  large-leaved aspen-trees, slender and tall.”—_Bernier._
+
+Footnote 314:
+
+  p. 287.—_Shines in through the mountainous portal that opes._
+
+  “The Tuckt Suliman, the name bestowed by the Mahometans on this hill,
+  forms one side of a grand portal to the Lake.”—_Forster._
+
+Footnote 315:
+
+  p. 287.—_The Valley holds its Feast of Roses._
+
+  “The Feast of Roses continues the whole time of their remaining in
+  bloom.”—See _Pietro de la Valle_.
+
+Footnote 316:
+
+  p. 287.—_The Flow’ret of a hundred leaves._
+
+  “Gud sad berk, the Rose of a hundred leaves. I believe a particular
+  species.”—_Ouseley._
+
+Footnote 317:
+
+  p. 287.—_Behind the palms of_ BARAMOULE.—_Bernier._
+
+Footnote 318:
+
+  p. 288.—_On_ BELA’S _hills is less alive._
+
+  A place mentioned in the Toozek Jehangeery, or Memoirs of Jehanguire,
+  where there is an account of the beds of saffron-flowers about
+  Cashmere.
+
+Footnote 319:
+
+  p. 289.—_Sung from his lighted gallery._
+
+  “It is the custom among the women to employ the Maazeen to chaunt from
+  the gallery of the nearest minaret, which on that occasion is
+  illuminated, and the women assembled at the house respond at intervals
+  with a ziraleet or joyous chorus.”—_Russel._
+
+Footnote 320:
+
+  p. 289.—_From gardens, where the silken swing._
+
+  “The swing is a favourite pastime in the East, as promoting a
+  circulation of air, extremely refreshing in those sultry
+  climates.”—_Richardson._
+
+  “The swings are adorned with festoons. This pastime is accompanied
+  with the music of voices and of instruments, hired by the masters of
+  the swings.”—_Thevenot._
+
+Footnote 321:
+
+  p. 289.—_Among the tents that line the way._
+
+  “At the keeping of the Feast of Roses we beheld an infinite number of
+  tents pitched, with such a crowd of men, women, boys, and girls, with
+  music, dances,” &c. &c.—_Herbert._
+
+Footnote 322:
+
+  p. 290.—_An answer in song to the kiss of each wave._
+
+  “An old commentator of the Chou-King says, the ancients having
+  remarked that a current of water made some of the stones near its
+  banks send forth a sound, they detached some of them, and being
+  charmed with the delightful sound they emitted, constructed King or
+  musical instruments of them.”—_Grosier._
+
+  This miraculous quality has been attributed also to the shore of
+  Attica. “Hujus littus, ait Capella, concentum musicum illisis terræ
+  undis reddere, quod propter tantam eruditionis vim puto
+  dictum.”—_Ludov. Vives in Augustin. de Civitat. Dei_, lib. xviii. c.
+  8.
+
+Footnote 323:
+
+  p. 290.—_So felt the magnificent Son of Acbar._
+
+  Jehanguire was the son of the Great Acbar.
+
+Footnote 324:
+
+  p. 292.—_Yet playful as Peris just loos’d from their cages._
+
+  In the wars of the Dives with the Peris, whenever the former took the
+  latter prisoners, “they shut them up in iron cages, and hung them on
+  the highest trees. Here they were visited by their companions, who
+  brought them the choicest odours.”—_Richardson._
+
+Footnote 325:
+
+  p. 293.—_Of the flowers of this planet—though treasures were there._
+
+  In the Malay language the same word signifies women and flowers.
+
+Footnote 326:
+
+  p. 293.—_He saw that City of Delight._
+
+  The capital of Shadukiam. See note, p. 357.
+
+Footnote 327:
+
+  p. 295.—_He sits, with flow’rets fetter’d round._
+
+  See the representation of the Eastern Cupid, pinioned closely round
+  with wreaths of flowers, in _Picart_’s Cérémonies Religieuses.
+
+Footnote 328:
+
+  p. 295.—_Lose all their glory when he flies._
+
+  “Among the birds of Tonquin is a species of goldfinch, which sings so
+  melodiously that it is called the Celestial bird. Its wings, when it
+  is perched, appear variegated with beautiful colours, but when it
+  flies they lose all their splendour.”—_Grosier._
+
+Footnote 329:
+
+  p. 296.—_Whose pinion knows no resting place._
+
+  “As these birds on the Bosphorus are never known to rest, they are
+  called by the French ‘les âmes damnées.’”—_Dalloway._
+
+Footnote 330:
+
+  p. 296.—_If there his darling rose is not._
+
+  “You may place a hundred handfuls of fragrant herbs and flowers before
+  the nightingale, yet he wishes not, in his constant heart, for more
+  than the sweet breath of his beloved rose.”—_Jami._
+
+Footnote 331:
+
+  p. 298.—_From the great Mantra, which around._
+
+  “He is said to have found the great _Mantra_, spell or talisman,
+  through which he ruled over the elements and spirits of all
+  denominations.”—_Wilford._
+
+Footnote 332:
+
+  p. 298.—_To the gold gems of_ AFRIC.
+
+  “The gold jewels of Jinnie, which are called by the Arabs El Herrez,
+  from the supposed charm they contain.”—_Jackson._
+
+Footnote 333:
+
+  p. 298.—_To keep him from the Siltim’s harm._
+
+  “A demon, supposed to haunt woods, &c. in a human
+  shape.”—_Richardson._
+
+Footnote 334:
+
+  p. 298.—_Her Selim’s smile to_ NOURMAHAL.
+
+  The name of Jehanguire before his accession to the throne.
+
+Footnote 335:
+
+  p. 300.—_Anemones and Seas of Gold._
+
+  “Hemasagara, or the Sea of Gold, with flowers of the brightest gold
+  colour.”—_Sir W. Jones._
+
+Footnote 336:
+
+  p. 300.—_Their buds on_ CAMADEVA’S _quiver._
+
+  “This tree (the Nagacesara) is one of the most delightful on earth,
+  and the delicious odour of its blossoms justly gives them a place in
+  the quiver of Camadeva, or the God of Love.”—_Id._
+
+Footnote 337:
+
+  p. 300.—_Is call’d the Mistress of the Night._
+
+  “The Malayans style the tube-rose (Polianthes tuberosa) Sandal Malam,
+  or the Mistress of the Night.”—_Pennant._
+
+Footnote 338:
+
+  p. 300.—_That wander through_ ZAMARA’S _shades._
+
+  The people of the Batta country in Sumatra (of which Zamara is one of
+  the ancient names), “when not engaged in war, lead an idle, inactive
+  life, passing the day in playing on a kind of flute, crowned with
+  garlands of flowers, among which the globe-amaranthus, a native of the
+  country, mostly prevails.”—_Marsden._
+
+Footnote 339:
+
+  p. 300.—_From the divine Amrita tree._
+
+  “The largest and richest sort (of the Jambu, or rose-apple) is called
+  Amrita, or immortal, and the mythologists of Tibet apply the same word
+  to a celestial tree, bearing ambrosial fruit.”—_Sir W. Jones._
+
+Footnote 340:
+
+  p. 301.—_Down to the basil tuft, that waves._
+
+  Sweet basil, called Rayhan in Persia, and generally found in
+  church-yards.
+
+  “The women in Egypt go, at least two days in the week, to pray and
+  weep at the sepulchres of the dead; and the custom then is to throw
+  upon the tombs a sort of herb, which the Arabs call _rihan_, and which
+  is our sweet basil.”—_Maillet_, Lett. 10.
+
+Footnote 341:
+
+  p. 301.—_To scent the desert and the dead._
+
+  “In the Great Desert are found many stalks of lavender and
+  rosemary.”—_Asiat. Res._
+
+Footnote 342:
+
+  p. 303.—_That blooms on a leafless bough._
+
+  “The almond-tree, with white flowers, blossoms on the bare
+  branches.”—_Hasselquist._
+
+Footnote 343:
+
+  p. 303.—_Inhabit the mountain-herb, that dyes._
+
+  An herb on Mount Libanus, which is said to communicate a yellow golden
+  hue to the teeth of the goats and other animals that graze upon it.
+
+  _Niebuhr_ thinks this may be the herb which the Eastern alchymists
+  look to as a means of making gold. “Most of those alchymical
+  enthusiasts think themselves sure of success, if they could but find
+  out the herb, which gilds the teeth and gives a yellow colour to the
+  flesh of the sheep that eat it. Even the oil of this plant must be of
+  a golden colour. It is called _Haschischat ed dab_.”
+
+  Father Jerom Dandini, however, asserts that the teeth of the goats at
+  Mount Libanus are of a _silver_ colour; and adds, “This confirms to me
+  that which I observed in Candia: to wit, that the animals that live on
+  Mount Ida eat a certain herb, which renders their teeth of a golden
+  colour; which, according to my judgment, cannot otherwise proceed than
+  from the mines which are under ground.”—_Dandini_, Voyage to Mount
+  Libanus.
+
+Footnote 344:
+
+  p. 304.—_Of_ AZAB _blew, was full of scents._—The myrrh country.
+
+Footnote 345:
+
+  p. 304.—_Where Love himself, of old, lay sleeping._
+
+  “This idea (of deities living in shells) was not unknown to the
+  Greeks, who represent the young Nerites, one of the Cupids, as living
+  in shells on the shores of the Red Sea.”—_Wilford._
+
+Footnote 346:
+
+  p. 305.—_From_ CHINDARA’S _warbling fount I come._
+
+  “A fabulous mountain, where instruments are said to be constantly
+  playing.”—_Richardson._
+
+Footnote 347:
+
+  p. 307.—_The cinnamon-seed from grove to grove._
+
+  “The Pompadour pigeon is the species, which, by carrying the fruit of
+  the cinnamon to different places, is a great disseminator of this
+  valuable tree.”—See _Brown_’s Illustr. Tab. 19.
+
+Footnote 348:
+
+  p. 307.—_The past, the present, and future of pleasure._
+
+  “Whenever our pleasure arises from a succession of sounds, it is a
+  perception of a complicated nature, made up of a _sensation_ of the
+  present sound or note, and an _idea_ or remembrance of the foregoing,
+  while their mixture and concurrence produce such a mysterious delight,
+  as neither could have produced alone. And it is often heightened by an
+  anticipation of the succeeding notes. Thus Sense, Memory and
+  Imagination are conjunctively employed.”—_Gerrard_ on Taste.
+
+  This is exactly the Epicurean theory of Pleasure, as explained by
+  Cicero:—“Quocirca corpus gaudere tamdiu, dum præsentem sentiret
+  voluptatem: animum et præsentem percipere pariter cum corpore et
+  prospicere venientem, nec præteritam præterfluere sinere.”
+
+  Madame de Staël accounts upon the same principle for the gratification
+  we derive from _rhyme_:—“Elle est l’image de l’espérance et du
+  souvenir. Un son nous fait désirer celui qui doit lui répondre, et
+  quand le second retentit il nous rappelle celui qui vient de nous
+  échapper.”
+
+Footnote 349:
+
+  p. 308.—_Whose glimpses are again withdrawn._
+
+  “The Persians have two mornings, the Soobhi Kazim and the Soobhi
+  Sadig, the false and the real day-break. They account for this
+  phenomenon in a most whimsical manner. They say that as the sun rises
+  from behind the Kohi Qaf (Mount Caucasus), it passes a hole perforated
+  through that mountain, and that darting its rays through it, it is the
+  cause of the Soobhi Kazim, or this temporary appearance of day-break.
+  As it ascends, the earth is again veiled in darkness, until the sun
+  rises above the mountain, and brings with it the Soobhi Sadig, or real
+  morning.”—_Scott Waring._ He thinks Milton may allude to this, when he
+  says,—
+
+                    “Ere the blabbing Eastern scout,
+                    The nice morn on the Indian steep
+                    From her cabin’d loop-hole peep.”
+
+Footnote 350:
+
+  p. 309.—_In his magnificent Shalimar._
+
+  “In the centre of the plain, as it approaches the Lake, one of the
+  Delhi Emperors, I believe Shah Jehan, constructed a spacious garden
+  called the Shalimar, which is abundantly stored with fruit-trees and
+  flowering shrubs. Some of the rivulets which intersect the plain are
+  led into a canal at the back of the garden, and flowing through its
+  centre, or occasionally thrown into a variety of water-works, compose
+  the chief beauty of the Shalimar. To decorate this spot, the Mogul
+  Princes of India have displayed an equal magnificence and taste;
+  especially Jehan Gheer, who, with the enchanting Noor Mahl, made
+  Kashmire his usual residence during the summer months. On arches
+  thrown over the canal are erected, at equal distances, four or five
+  suites of apartments, each consisting of a saloon, with four rooms at
+  the angles, where the followers of the court attend, and the servants
+  prepare sherbets, coffee, and the hookah. The frame of the doors of
+  the principal saloon is composed of pieces of a stone of a black
+  colour, streaked with yellow lines, and of a closer grain and higher
+  polish than porphyry. They were taken, it is said, from a Hindoo
+  temple, by one of the Mogul princes, and are esteemed of great
+  value.”—_Forster._
+
+Footnote 351:
+
+  p. 309.—_Of beauty from its founts and streams._
+
+  “The waters of Cachemir are the more renowned from its being supposed
+  that the Cachemirians are indebted for their beauty to them.”—_Ali
+  Yezdi._
+
+Footnote 352:
+
+  p. 309.—_Singing in gardens of the South._
+
+  “From him I received the following little Gazzel, or Love Song, the
+  notes of which he committed to paper from the voice of one of those
+  singing girls of Cashmere, who wander from that delightful valley over
+  the various parts of India.”—_Persian Miscellanies._
+
+Footnote 353:
+
+  p. 309.—_Delicate as the roses there._
+
+  “The roses of the Jinan Nile, or Garden of the Nile (attached to the
+  Emperor of Marocco’s palace), are unequalled, and mattresses are made
+  of their leaves for the men of rank to recline upon.”—_Jackson._
+
+Footnote 354:
+
+  p. 309.—_With Paphian diamonds in their locks._
+
+  “On the side of a mountain near Paphos there is a cavern which
+  produces the most beautiful rock-crystal. On account of its brilliancy
+  it has been called the Paphian diamond.”—_Mariti._
+
+Footnote 355:
+
+  p. 309.—_On the gold meads of Candahar._
+
+  “There is a part of Candahar, called Peria, or Fairy
+  Land.”—_Thevenot._ In some of those countries to the north of India,
+  vegetable gold is supposed to be produced.
+
+Footnote 356:
+
+  p. 310.—_Had been by magic all set flying._
+
+  “These are the butterflies which are called in the Chinese language
+  Flying Leaves. Some of them have such shining colours, and are so
+  variegated, that they may be called flying flowers; and indeed they
+  are always produced in the finest flower-gardens.”—_Dunn._
+
+Footnote 357:
+
+  p. 310.—_The features of young Arab maids._
+
+  “The Arabian women wear black masks with little clasps prettily
+  ordered.”—_Carreri._ Niebuhr mentions their showing but one eye in
+  conversation.
+
+Footnote 358:
+
+  p. 311.—_On_ CASBIN’S _hills._
+
+  “The golden grapes of Casbin.”—_Description of Persia._
+
+Footnote 359:
+
+  p. 311.—_And sunniest apples that Caubul_—
+
+  “The fruits exported from Caubul are apples, pears, pomegranates,”
+  &c.—_Elphinstone._
+
+Footnote 360:
+
+  p. 311.—_in all its thousand gardens bears._
+
+  “We sat down under a tree, listened to the birds, and talked with the
+  son of our Mehmaundar about our country and Caubul, of which he gave
+  an enchanting account: that city and its 100,000 gardens,” &c.—_Id._
+
+Footnote 361:
+
+  p. 311.—MALAYA’S _nectar’d mangusteen._
+
+  “The mangusteen, the most delicate fruit in the world; the pride of
+  the Malay islands.”—_Marsden._
+
+Footnote 362:
+
+  p. 311.—_Seed of the Sun, from_ IRAN’S _land._
+
+  “A delicious kind of apricot, called by the Persians tokm-ek-shems,
+  signifying sun’s seed.”—_Description of Persia._
+
+Footnote 363:
+
+  p. 311.—_With rich conserve of Visna cherries._
+
+  “Sweetmeats, in a crystal cup, consisting of rose-leaves in conserve,
+  with lemon of Visna cherry orange flowers,” &c.—_Russel._
+
+Footnote 364:
+
+  p. 311.—_Feed on in Erac’s rocky dells._
+
+  “Antelopes, cropping the fresh berries of Erac.”—The _Moallakat_, Poem
+  of Tarafa.
+
+Footnote 365:
+
+  p. 311.—_And urns of porcelain from that isle._
+
+  Mauri-ga-Sima, an island near Formosa, supposed to have been sunk in
+  the sea for the crimes of its inhabitants. The vessels which the
+  fishermen and divers bring up from it are sold at an immense price in
+  China and Japan.—See _Kæmpfer_.
+
+Footnote 366:
+
+  p. 312.—_Amber Rosolli._—Persian Tales.
+
+Footnote 367:
+
+  p. 312.—_From vineyards of the Green-Sea gushing._
+
+  The white wine of Kishma.
+
+Footnote 368:
+
+  p. 312.—_Offer’d a city’s wealth._
+
+  “The King of Zeilan is said to have the very finest ruby that was ever
+  seen. Kublai-Khan sent and offered the value of a city for it, but the
+  King answered he would not give it for the treasure of the
+  world.”—_Marco Polo._
+
+Footnote 369:
+
+  p. 312.—_Upon a rosy lotus wreath._
+
+  The Indians feign that Cupid was first seen floating down the Ganges
+  on the Nymphæa Nelumbo.—See _Pennant_.
+
+Footnote 370:
+
+  p. 312.—_When warm they rise from Teflis’ brooks._
+
+  Teflis is celebrated for its natural warm baths.—See _Ebn Haukal_.
+
+Footnote 371:
+
+  p. 312.—_Of a syrinda._
+
+  “The Indian Syrinda, or guitar.”—_Symez._
+
+Footnote 372:
+
+  p. 313.—_It is this, it is this._
+
+  “Around the exterior of the Dewan Khafs (a building of Shah Allum’s)
+  in the cornice are the following lines in letters of gold upon a
+  ground of white marble:—‘_If there be a paradise upon earth, it is
+  this, it is this._’”—_Franklin._
+
+Footnote 373:
+
+  p. 313.—_As the flower of the Amra just op’d by a bee._
+
+  “Delightful are the flowers of the Amra trees on the mountain-tops,
+  while the murmuring bees pursue their voluptuous toil.”—_Song of
+  Jayadeva._
+
+Footnote 374:
+
+  p. 314.—_And precious their tears as that rain from the sky._
+
+  “The Nisan or drops of spring rain, which they believe to produce
+  pearls if they fall into shells.”—_Richardson._
+
+Footnote 375:
+
+  p. 314.—_Who for wine of this earth left the fountains above._
+
+  For an account of the share which wine had in the fall of the angels,
+  see _Mariti_.
+
+Footnote 376:
+
+  p. 314.—_Of_ ISRAFIL, _the Angel, there._
+
+  The Angel of Music. See note 293.
+
+Footnote 377:
+
+  p. 318.—_When first ’tis by the lapwing found._
+
+  The Hudhud, or Lapwing, is supposed to have the power of discovering
+  water under ground.
+
+Footnote 378:
+
+  p. 321.—_Of her dream._—See p. 215.
+
+Footnote 379:
+
+  p. 322.—_Like that painted porcelain._ “The Chinese had formerly the
+  art of painting on the sides of porcelain vessels fish and other
+  animals, which were only perceptible when the vessel was full of some
+  liquor. They call this species Kia-tsin, that is, _azure is put in
+  press_, on account of the manner in which the azure is laid on.”—“They
+  are every now and then trying to recover the art of this magical
+  painting, but to no purpose.”—_Dunn._
+
+Footnote 380:
+
+  p. 323.—_House of Azor._—An eminent carver of idols, said in the Koran
+  to be father to Abraham. “I have such a lovely idol as is not to be
+  met with in the house of Azor.”—_Hafiz._
+
+Footnote 381:
+
+  p. 323.—_The Unequalled._—Kachmire be Nazeer.—_Forster._
+
+Footnote 382:
+
+  p. 324.—_Miraculous fountains._—“The pardonable superstition of the
+  sequestered inhabitants has multiplied the places of worship of
+  Mahadeo, of Beschan, and of Brama. All Cashmere is holy land, and
+  miraculous fountains abound.”—_Major Rennel_’s Memoirs of a Map of
+  Hindostan.
+
+  Jehanguire mentions “a fountain in Cashmere called Tirnagh, which
+  signifies a snake; probably because some large snake had formerly been
+  seen there.”—“During the lifetime of my father, I went twice to this
+  fountain, which is about twenty coss from the city of Cashmere. The
+  vestiges of places of worship and sanctity are to be traced without
+  number amongst the ruins and the caves, which are interspersed in its
+  neighbourhood.”—_Toozek Jehangeery._—Vide _Asiat. Misc._ vol. ii.
+
+  There is another account of Cashmere by Abul-Fazil, the author of the
+  Ayin-Acbaree, “who,” says _Major Rennel_, “appears to have caught some
+  of the enthusiasm of the valley, by his description of the holy places
+  in it.”
+
+Footnote 383:
+
+  p. 324.—_Roofed with flowers._—“On a standing roof of wood is laid a
+  covering of fine earth, which shelters the building from the great
+  quantity of snow that falls in the winter season. This fence
+  communicates an equal warmth in winter, as a refreshing coolness in
+  the summer season, when the tops of the houses, which are planted with
+  a variety of flowers, exhibit at a distance the spacious view of a
+  beautifully chequered parterre.”—_Forster._
+
+Footnote 384:
+
+  p. 324.—_The triple-coloured tortoise-shell of Pegu._—“Two hundred
+  slaves there are, who have no other office than to hunt the woods and
+  marshes for triple-coloured tortoises for the King’s Vivary. Of the
+  shells of these also lanterns are made.”—_Vincent le Blanc_’s Travels.
+
+Footnote 385:
+
+  p. 325.—_Like the meteors of the north as they are seen by those
+  hunters._—For a description of the Aurora Borealis as it appears to
+  these hunters, vide _Encyclopædia_.
+
+Footnote 386:
+
+  p. 325.—_Odoriferous wind._—This wind, which is to blow from Syria
+  Damascena, is, according to the Mahometans, one of the signs of the
+  Last Day’s approach.
+
+  Another of the signs is, “Great distress in the world, so that a man
+  when he passes by another’s grave shall say, ‘Would to God I were in
+  his place!’”—_Sale_’s Preliminary Discourse.
+
+Footnote 387:
+
+  p. 328.—_As precious as the Cerulean Throne of Coolburga._—“On
+  Mahommed Shaw’s return to Koolburga (the capital of Dekkan), he made a
+  great festival, and mounted this throne with much pomp and
+  magnificence, calling it Firozeh, or Cerulean. I have heard some old
+  persons, who saw the throne Firozeh in the reign of Sultan Mamood
+  Bhamenee, describe it. They say that it was in length nine feet, and
+  three in breadth; made of ebony, covered with plates of pure gold, and
+  set with precious stones of immense value. Every prince of the house
+  of Bhamenee, who possessed this throne, made a point of adding to it
+  some rich stones; so that when in the reign of Sultan Mamood it was
+  taken to pieces, to remove some of the jewels to be set in vases and
+  cups, the jewellers valued it at one corore of oons (nearly four
+  millions sterling). I learned also that it was called Firozeh from
+  being partly enamelled of a sky-blue colour, which was in time totally
+  concealed by the number of jewels.”—_Ferishta._
+
+
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+                          Transcriber’s Notes
+
+
+This file uses _underscores_ to indicate italic text.
+
+In cases where it is not clear whether a stanza break occurred across a
+page break, this edition follows the stanza breaks in the first edition
+of 1817. Obvious typographical errors such as missing or mismatched
+quotation marks were fixed on pages 77, 134, 183, 186, 342, 364, and
+371, and the use of small caps in apostrophized words has been silently
+standardized. Other inconsistencies in spelling, hyphenation, etc. have
+not been corrected except as noted below.
+
+The formatting of the endnotes in the printed edition varies. In this
+edition missing punctuation has been supplied and centered text has been
+left justified, but paragraph breaks have not been standardized. The
+page numbers given are those in the printed edition.
+
+Images have been moved to natural breaks in the printed text; however,
+the printed page numbers in the Table of Illustrations have not been
+changed.
+
+The illustrated title-page for the fourth section contains the drawn
+text “The Light of the Harem;” however, in the Table of Contents and in
+the story itself, the word is spelled “Haram.”
+
+Itemized changes from the original text:
+
+ • p. xvi: Changed “aquaintance” to “acquaintance” in “a hasty renewal
+   of my acquaintance with it.”
+ • p. xvii n. iii: Changed “Jansenistes” to “jansénistes” in French
+   quotation.
+ • p. xxiii: Changed “Peri” to “Péri” in French quotation.
+ • p. 9: Added missing endnote reference 25 to poem title.
+ • p. 91: Changed “half way” to “half-way” in “souls but half-way
+   curst”.
+ • p. 212: Changed “e’er” to “ere” in “ere a drop of this night’s gore”.
+ • p. 218: Removed comma after “keen” from “With that keen second-scent
+   of death”.
+ • p. 230 and note 255: Changed “dark-sea robber’s way” to “dark
+   sea-robber’s way.”
+ • p. 251: Supplied missing indentation to match other public domain
+   editions.
+ • p. 334 n. 15: Changed “Hindostan” to “Hindoostan” in citation.
+ • p. 355: Corrected endnote number from 131 to 181.
+ • p. 366 n. 266: Changed “Bidmusk” to “Bid-musk” in head quote to match
+   main text; left as “Bidmusk” in quotation from cited text.
+ • p. 368 n. 279: Changed “lightning gem” to “lightning-gem” to match
+   main text.
+ • p. 371 n. 310: Changed “durée” to “duré” and “apperçût” to “apperçut”
+   in French quotation.
+ • p. 375: Corrected endnote number from 44 to 344.
+ • p. 379 n. 371: Changed “Symez” to “Symes”.
+ • p. 381 n. 386: Corrected nested quotation marks in endnote 386.
+
+
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+  <h1 class='c000'>LALLA ROOKH:</h1>
+</div>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c1'>
+<div class='nf-center c001'>
+    <div>AN ORIENTAL ROMANCE.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c1'>
+<div class='nf-center c002'>
+    <div><span class='large'>BY THOMAS MOORE.</span></div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c1'>
+  <div class='nf-center'>
+    <div><span class='small'>WITH SIXTY-NINE ILLUSTRATIONS FROM ORIGINAL DRAWINGS BY JOHN TENNIEL,</span></div>
+    <div><span class='small'>ENGRAVED ON WOOD BY THE BROTHERS DALZIEL;</span></div>
+    <div><span class='small'>AND FIVE ORNAMENTAL PAGES OF PERSIAN DESIGN BY T. SULMAN, JUN.</span></div>
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+    <div>LONDON:</div>
+    <div>LONGMAN, GREEN, LONGMAN, &#38; ROBERTS.</div>
+    <div>1861.</div>
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+    <div><span class='small'>TO</span></div>
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+<div class='nf-center c002'>
+    <div><span class='large'>SAMUEL ROGERS, ESQ.</span></div>
+  </div>
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+    <div>THIS VOLUME IS DEDICATED</div>
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+    <div><span class='small'>BY</span></div>
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+    <div>HIS VERY GRATEFUL</div>
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+    <div>AND AFFECTIONATE FRIEND</div>
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+<div class='c004'><span class='large'>THOMAS MOORE.</span></div>
+
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+<div>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_v'>v</span>
+  <h2 class='c005'>LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.</h2>
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+  <tr><td class='c006' colspan='2'><span class='large'>LALLA ROOKH.</span></td></tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><span class='sc'><a href='#coverfront'>Illuminated Title-page</a>.</span></td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr><td class='c006' colspan='2'><span class='small'>[From several ancient MSS. in the Library of the East India House.]</span></td></tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'><span class='small'>PAGE</span></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>He was a youth about</i> <span class='sc'>Lalla Rookh’s</span> <i>own age</i>.</td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-001'>1</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>That Veiled Prophet of Khorassan</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-008'>8</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr><td class='c006' colspan='2'><span class='large'>THE VEILED PROPHET OF KHORASSAN.</span></td></tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><span class='sc'>Ornamental Title-page</span></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#lalla-rookh-the-veiled-prophet'>9</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr><td class='c006' colspan='2'><span class='small'>[Principally from a beautiful MS. in the British Museum.]</span></td></tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>There on that throne, to which the blind belief</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>Of millions rais’d him, sat the Prophet-Chief.</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-011'>11</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>All, all are there;—each Land its flower hath given,</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>To form that fair young Nursery for Heaven!</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-014'>14</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>Believes the form, to which he bends his knee,</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>Some pure, redeeming angel, sent to free.</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-017'>17</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>She saw that youth, too well, too dearly known,</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>Silently kneeling at the Prophet’s throne.</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-021'>21</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>All fire at once the madd’ning zeal she caught;—</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>Elect of Paradise! blest, rapturous thought!</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-025'>25</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>She swore, and the wide charnel echoed, “Never, never!”</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-028'>28</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>At length, with fiendish laugh, like that which broke</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>From</i> <span class='sc'>Eblis</span> <i>at the Fall of Man, he spoke</i>.</td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-035'>35</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>“<i>Such the refin’d enchantress that must be</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>This hero’s vanquisher,—and thou art she!</i>”</td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-041'>41</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>He raised his veil—the Maid turn’d slowly round,</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>Look’d at him—shriek’d—and sunk upon the ground!</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-047'>47</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>Now, through the Haram chambers, moving lights</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>And busy shapes proclaim the toilet’s rites.</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-050'>50</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>Young</i> <span class='sc'>Azim</span> <i>roams bewilder’d,—nor can guess</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>What means this maze of light and loneliness.</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-053'>53</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>He sees a group of female forms advance.</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-059'>59</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>“Poor maiden!” thought the youth, “if thou wert sent.”</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-062'>62</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><span class='pageno' id='Page_vi'>vi</span>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>Oh! could he listen to such sounds unmov’d,</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>And by that light—nor dream of her he lov’d?</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-068'>68</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>“<i>Look up, my</i> <span class='sc'>Zelica</span>—<i>one moment show</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>Those gentle eyes to me, that I may know.</i>”</td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-071'>71</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>“Oh! curse me not,” she cried, as wild he toss’d</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>His desperate hand tow’rds Heaven.</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-075'>75</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>“<i>Thy oath! thy oath!</i>”</td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-079'>79</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>They saw a young Hindoo girl upon the bank</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-081'>81</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>Whose are the gilded tents that crowd the way?</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-084'>84</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>In vain he yells his desperate curses out.</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-090'>90</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>For this alone exists—like lightning-fire,</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>To speed one bolt of vengeance, and expire!</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-094'>94</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>And they beheld an orb, ample and bright,</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>Rise from the Holy Well.</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-098'>98</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>And led her glittering forth before the eyes</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>Of his rude train, as to a sacrifice.</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-102'>102</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>And death and conflagration throughout all</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>The desolate city hold high festival!</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-104'>104</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>“<i>There, ye wise Saints, behold your Light, your Star—</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>Ye <em>would</em> be dupes and victims, and ye <em>are</em>.</i>”</td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-109'>109</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>He sprung and sunk, as the last words were said—</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>Quick clos’d the burning waters o’er his head.</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-113'>113</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>“<i>And pray that He may pardon her,—may take</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>Compassion on her soul for thy dear sake.</i>”</td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-117'>117</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>For this the old man breath’d his thanks and died.</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-119'>119</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr><td class='c006' colspan='2'><span class='large'>PARADISE AND THE PERI.</span></td></tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><span class='sc'>Ornamental Title-page</span></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#lalla-rookh-paradise-and-the-peri'>127</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr><td class='c006' colspan='2'><span class='small'>[Architectural details from Baghdad, &#38;c.]</span></td></tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>The glorious Angel, who was keeping</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>The gates of Light, beheld her weeping.</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-129'>129</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><span class="loi-indent">⸺<i>She caught the last—</i></span></td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>Last glorious drop his heart had shed.</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-135'>135</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>Like their good angel, calmly keeping</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>Watch o’er them till their souls would waken.</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-143'>143</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><span class='pageno' id='Page_vii'>vii</span>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>Then swift his haggard brow he turn’d</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>To the fair child, who fearless sat.</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-148'>148</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>Blest tears of soul-felt penitence!</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-151'>151</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>And now—behold him kneeling there</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>By the child’s side, in humble prayer.</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-152'>152</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>“<i>Joy, joy for ever!—my task is done.</i>”</td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-154'>154</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr><td class='c006' colspan='2'><span class='large'>THE FIRE WORSHIPPERS.</span></td></tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><span class='sc'>Ornamental Title-page</span></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#lalla-rookh-the-fire-worshippers'>167</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr><td class='c006' colspan='2'><span class='small'>[In part from the binding of a “Shah Namah,” in the East India House Library.]</span></td></tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>And sits alone in that high bower</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>Watching the still and shining deep.</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-169'>169</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>“<i>Oh! ever thus, from childhood’s hour,</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>I’ve seen my fondest hopes decay.</i>”</td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-181'>181</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>“<i>Here, maiden, look—weep—blush to see</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>All that thy sire abhors in me!</i>”</td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-185'>185</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>Fiercely he broke away, nor stopp’d,</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>Nor look’d—but from the lattice dropp’d.</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-189'>189</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>The morn hath risen clear and calm,</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>And o’er the Green Sea palely shines.</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-192'>192</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>’Tis</i> <span class='sc'>Hafed</span>—<i>name of fear, whose sound</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>Chills like the muttering of a charm!</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-197'>197</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>His Chiefs stood round—each shining blade</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>Upon the broken altar laid.</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-205'>205</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>“<i>This very night his blood shall steep</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>These hands all over ere I sleep!</i>”</td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-211'>211</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>And o’er the wide, tempestuous wave</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>Looks, with a shudder, to those towers.</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-216'>216</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>And snatch’d her breathless from beneath</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>This wilderment of wreck and death.</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-222'>222</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>Shuddering, she look’d around—there lay</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>A group of warriors in the sun.</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-227'>227</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>“<i>Tremble not, love, thy Gheber’s here!</i>”</td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-233'>233</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>Ancient Persian Fire-Altar, &#38;c. &#38;c.</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-236'>236</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>’Twas one of those ambrosial eves</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>A day of storm so often leaves.</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-238'>238</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><span class='pageno' id='Page_viii'>viii</span>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>Breathless she stands, with eyes cast down.</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-241'>241</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>He felt it—deeply felt—and stood,</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>As if the tale had frozen his blood.</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-248'>248</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>A signal, deep and dread as those</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>The storm-fiend at his rising blows.</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-254'>254</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>As mute they pass’d before the flame</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>To light their torches as they pass’d.</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-256'>256</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>They come—that plunge into the water</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>Gives signal for the work of slaughter.</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-263'>263</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>“<i>Now, Freedom’s God! I come to Thee.</i>”</td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-269'>269</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>Where still she fix’d her dying gaze,—</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>And, gazing, sunk into the wave.</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-274'>274</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>“<i>Farewell—farewell to thee</i>, <span class='sc'>Araby’s</span> <i>daughter!</i>”</td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-277'>277</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr><td class='c006' colspan='2'><span class='large'>THE LIGHT OF THE HARAM.</span></td></tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><span class='sc'>Ornamental Title-page</span></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#lalla-rookh-the-light-of-the-haram'>283</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr><td class='c006' colspan='2'><span class='small'>[From porcelain and illuminated MSS.]</span></td></tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>Or to see it by moonlight,—when mellowly shines</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>The light o’er its palaces, gardens, and shrines.</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-285'>285</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>He saw, in the wreaths she would playfully snatch</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>From the hedges, a glory his crown could not match.</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-291'>291</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>Such cloud it is that now hangs over</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>The heart of the Imperial Lover.</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-295'>295</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>He heeds them not—one smile of hers</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>Is worth a world of worshippers.</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-297'>297</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>Fill’d with the cool, inspiring smell,</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>The Enchantress now begins her spell.</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-302'>302</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>No sooner was the flowery crown</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>Plac’d on her head, than sleep came down.</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-305'>305</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>That all stood hush’d and wondering,</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>And turn’d and look’d into the air.</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-315'>315</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>She whispers him with laughing eyes,</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>“Remember, love, the Feast of Roses!”</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-320'>320</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>They had now begun to ascend those barren mountains.</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-321'>321</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'>&#160;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'><i>The marriage was fixed for the morning after her arrival.</i></td>
+    <td class='c008'><a href='#i-329'>329</a></td>
+  </tr>
+</table>
+
+</div>
+
+<div class='pbb'>
+ <hr class='pb c001'>
+</div>
+<div class='chapter preface'>
+
+<div>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_ix'>ix</span>
+  <h2 class='c005'>PREFACE.</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c0'>
+<div class='nf-center c002'>
+    <div><span class='small'>(WRITTEN ORIGINALLY FOR “LALLA ROOKH” IN THE COLLECTED</span></div>
+    <div><span class='small'>EDITION OF MOORE’S WORKS.)</span></div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class='c009'>
+<p class='c010'>The Poem, or Romance, of <span class='sc'>Lalla Rookh</span>, having now
+reached, I understand, its twentieth edition, a short
+account of the origin and progress of a work which
+has been hitherto so very fortunate in its course, may
+not be deemed, perhaps, superfluous or misplaced.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>It was about the year 1812, that, far more through
+the encouraging suggestions of friends than from any
+confident promptings of my own ambition, I conceived
+the design of writing a Poem upon some Oriental
+subject, and of those quarto dimensions which Scott’s
+successful publications in that form had then rendered
+the regular poetical standard. A negotiation on the
+subject was opened with the Messrs. Longman in the
+same year; but, from some causes which I cannot now
+recollect, led to no decisive result; nor was it till a
+year or two after, that any further steps were taken
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_x'>x</span>in the matter,—their house being the only one, it is
+right to add, with which, from first to last, I held any
+communication upon the subject.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>On this last occasion, Mr. Perry kindly offered himself
+as my representative in the treaty; and, what with
+the friendly zeal of my negotiator on the one side, and
+the prompt and liberal spirit with which he was met
+on the other, there has seldom, I think, occurred any
+transaction in which Trade and Poesy have shone out
+so advantageously in each other’s eyes. The short discussion
+that then took place, between the two parties,
+may be comprised in a very few sentences. “I am of
+opinion,” said Mr. Perry,—enforcing his view of the case
+by arguments which it is not for me to cite,—“that
+Mr. Moore ought to receive for his Poem the largest
+price that has been given, in our day, for such a work.”
+“That was,” answered the Messrs. Longman, “three thousand
+guineas.” “Exactly so,” replied Mr. Perry, “and
+no less a sum ought he to receive.”</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>It was then objected, and very reasonably, on the
+part of the firm, that they had never yet seen a single
+line of the Poem; and that a perusal of the work
+ought to be allowed to them, before they embarked so
+large a sum in the purchase. But, no;—the romantic
+view which my friend, Perry, took of the matter, was,
+that this price should be given as a tribute to reputation
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_xi'>xi</span>already acquired, without any condition for a
+previous perusal of the new work. This high tone, I
+must confess, not a little startled and alarmed me; but,
+to the honour and glory of Romance,—as well on the
+publisher’s side as the poet’s,—this very generous view
+of the transaction was, without any difficulty, acceded
+to, and the firm agreed, before we separated, that I
+was to receive three thousand guineas for my Poem.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>At the time of this agreement, but little of the
+work, as it stands at present, had yet been written.
+But the ready confidence in my success shown by others,
+made up for the deficiency of that requisite feeling,
+within myself; while a strong desire not wholly to
+disappoint this “auguring hope,” became almost a substitute
+for inspiration. In the year 1815, therefore,
+having made some progress in my task, I wrote to
+report the state of the work to the Messrs. Longman,
+adding, that I was now most willing and ready, should
+they desire it, to submit the manuscript for their consideration.
+Their answer to this offer was as follows:—“We
+are certainly impatient for the perusal of the
+Poem; but solely for our gratification. Your sentiments
+are always honourable.”<a id='ri'></a><a href='#fi' class='c012'><sup>[i]</sup></a></p>
+
+<p class='c011'>I continued to pursue my task for another year,
+being likewise occasionally occupied with the Irish
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_xii'>xii</span>Melodies, two or three numbers of which made their
+appearance, during the period employed in writing Lalla
+Rookh. At length, in the year 1816, I found my work
+sufficiently advanced to be placed in the hands of the
+publishers. But the state of distress to which England
+was reduced, in that dismal year, by the exhausting
+effects of the series of wars she had just then concluded,
+and the general embarrassment of all classes both
+agricultural and commercial, rendered it a juncture the
+least favourable that could well be conceived for the
+first launch into print of so light and costly a venture
+as Lalla Rookh. Feeling conscious, therefore, that under
+such circumstances, I should act but honestly in putting
+it in the power of the Messrs. Longman to reconsider
+the terms of their engagement with me,—leaving them
+free to postpone, modify, or even, should such be their
+wish, relinquish it altogether, I wrote them a letter to
+that effect, and received the following answer:—“We
+shall be most happy in the pleasure of seeing you in
+February. We agree with you, indeed, that the times
+are most inauspicious for ‘poetry and thousands;’ but
+we believe that your poetry would do more than that
+of any other living poet at the present moment.”<a id='rii'></a><a href='#fii' class='c012'><sup>[ii]</sup></a></p>
+
+<p class='c011'>The length of time I employed in writing the few
+stories strung together in Lalla Rookh will appear, to
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_xiii'>xiii</span>some persons, much more than was necessary for the
+production of such easy and “light o’ love” fictions.
+But, besides that I have been, at all times, a far more
+slow and painstaking workman than would ever be
+guessed, I fear, from the result, I felt that, in this
+instance, I had taken upon myself a more than ordinary
+responsibility, from the immense stake risked by others
+on my chance of success. For a long time, therefore,
+after the agreement had been concluded, though generally
+at work with a view to this task, I made but
+very little real progress in it; and I have still by me
+the beginnings of several stories continued, some of
+them, to the length of three or four hundred lines,
+which, after in vain endeavouring to mould them into
+shape, I threw aside, like the tale of Cambuscan, “left
+half-told.” One of these stories, entitled The Peri’s
+Daughter, was meant to relate the loves of a nymph
+of this aërial extraction with a youth of mortal race,
+the rightful Prince of Ormuz, who had been, from his
+infancy, brought up in seclusion, on the banks of the
+river Amou, by an aged guardian named Mohassan.
+The story opens with the first meeting of these destined
+lovers, then in their childhood; the Peri having wafted
+her daughter to this holy retreat, in a bright, enchanted
+boat, whose first appearance is thus described:—</p>
+
+<hr class='c013'>
+<div class='lg-container-b'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'><span class='pageno' id='Page_xiv'>xiv</span>For, down the silvery tide afar,</div>
+      <div class='line'>There came a boat, as swift and bright</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>As shines, in heav’n, some pilgrim-star,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That leaves its own high home, at night,</div>
+      <div class='line'>To shoot to distant shrines of light.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>“It comes, it comes,” young Orian cries,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And panting to Mohassan flies.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Then, down upon the flowery grass</div>
+      <div class='line'>Reclines to see the vision pass;</div>
+      <div class='line'>With partly joy and partly fear,</div>
+      <div class='line'>To find its wondrous light so near,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And hiding oft his dazzled eyes</div>
+      <div class='line'>Among the flowers on which he lies.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class='c013'>
+<div class='lg-container-b'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Within the boat a baby slept,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like a young pearl within its shell;</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>While one, who seem’d of riper years,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>But not of earth, or earth-like spheres,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Her watch beside the slumberer kept;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Gracefully waving, in her hand,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>The feathers of some holy bird,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>With which, from time to time, she stirr’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>The fragrant air, and coolly fann’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>The baby’s brow, or brush’d away</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>The butterflies that, bright and blue</div>
+      <div class='line'>As on the mountains of Malay,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Around the sleeping infant flew.</div>
+      <div class='line'>And now the fairy boat hath stopp’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>Beside the bank,—the nymph has dropp’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>Her golden anchor in the stream;</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class='c013'>
+
+<p class='c011'>A song is sung by the Peri in approaching, of which
+the following forms a part:—</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_xv'>xv</span>My child she is but half divine,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Her father sleeps in the Caspian water;</div>
+      <div class='line in8'>Sea-weeds twine</div>
+      <div class='line in8'>His funeral shrine,</div>
+      <div class='line'>But he lives again in the Peri’s daughter.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Fain would I fly from mortal sight</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>To my own sweet bowers of Peristan;</div>
+      <div class='line'>But, there, the flowers are all too bright</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>For the eyes of a baby born of man.</div>
+      <div class='line'>On flowers of earth her feet must tread;</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>So hither my light-wing’d bark hath brought her;</div>
+      <div class='line in8'>Stranger, spread</div>
+      <div class='line in8'>Thy leafiest bed,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>To rest the wandering Peri’s daughter.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>In another of these inchoate fragments, a proud
+female saint, named Banou, plays a principal part; and
+her progress through the streets of Cufa, on the night
+of a great illuminated festival, I find thus described:—</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>It was a scene of mirth that drew</div>
+      <div class='line'>A smile from ev’n the Saint Banou,</div>
+      <div class='line'>As, through the hush’d, admiring throng,</div>
+      <div class='line'>She went with stately steps along,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And counted o’er, that all might see,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The rubies of her rosary.</div>
+      <div class='line'>But none might see the worldly smile</div>
+      <div class='line'>That lurk’d beneath her veil, the while:—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Alla forbid! for, who would wait</div>
+      <div class='line'>Her blessing at the temple’s gate,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>What holy man would ever run</div>
+      <div class='line'>To kiss the ground she knelt upon,</div>
+      <div class='line'>If once, by luckless chance, he knew</div>
+      <div class='line'>She look’d and smil’d as others do.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Her hands were join’d, and from each wrist</div>
+      <div class='line'>By threads of pearl and golden twist</div>
+      <div class='line'>Hung relics of the saints of yore,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And scraps of talismanic lore,—</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_xvi'>xvi</span>Charms for the old, the sick, the frail,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Some made for use, and all for sale.</div>
+      <div class='line'>On either side, the crowd withdrew,</div>
+      <div class='line'>To let the Saint pass proudly through;</div>
+      <div class='line'>While turban’d heads of every hue,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Green, white, and crimson, bow’d around,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And gay tiaras touch’d the ground,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>As tulip-bells, when o’er their beds</div>
+      <div class='line'>The musk-wind passes, bend their heads.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Nay, some there were, among the crowd</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of Moslem heads that round her bow’d,</div>
+      <div class='line'>So fill’d with zeal, by many a draught</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of Shiraz wine profanely quaff’d,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That, sinking low in reverence then,</div>
+      <div class='line'>They never rose till morn again.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>There are yet two more of these unfinished sketches,
+one of which extends to a much greater length than
+I was aware of; and, as far as I can judge from a
+hasty renewal of my <a id='tn-acquaintance'></a>acquaintance with it, is not incapable
+of being yet turned to account.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>In only one of these unfinished sketches, the tale
+of The Peri’s Daughter, had I yet ventured to invoke
+that most home-felt of all my inspirations, which has
+lent to the story of The Fire-worshippers its main
+attraction and interest. That it was my intention, in
+the concealed Prince of Ormuz, to shadow out some
+impersonation of this feeling, I take for granted from
+the prophetic words supposed to be addressed to him
+by his aged guardian:—</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_xvii'>xvii</span>Bright child of destiny! even now</div>
+      <div class='line'>I read the promise on that brow,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That tyrants shall no more defile</div>
+      <div class='line'>The glories of the Green Sea Isle,</div>
+      <div class='line'>But Ormuz shall again be free,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And hail her native Lord in thee!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>In none of the other fragments do I find any trace
+of this sort of feeling, either in the subject or the
+personages of the intended story; and this was the
+reason, doubtless, though hardly known, at the time,
+to myself, that, finding my subjects so slow in kindling
+my own sympathies, I began to despair of their ever
+touching the hearts of others; and felt often inclined
+to say,</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>“Oh no, I have no voice or hand</div>
+      <div class='line'>For such a song, in such a land.”</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Had this series of disheartening experiments been
+carried on much further, I must have thrown aside the
+work in despair. But, at last, fortunately, as it proved,
+the thought occurred to me of founding a story on the
+fierce struggle so long maintained between the Ghebers,<a id='riii'></a><a href='#fiii' class='c012'><sup>[iii]</sup></a>
+or ancient Fire-worshippers of Persia, and their haughty
+Moslem masters. From that moment, a new and deep
+interest in my whole task took possession of me. The
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_xviii'>xviii</span>cause of tolerance was again my inspiring theme; and
+the spirit that had spoken in the melodies of Ireland
+soon found itself at home in the East.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Having thus laid open the secrets of the workshop
+to account for the time expended in <em>writing</em> this work,
+I must also, in justice to my own industry, notice the
+pains I took in long and laboriously <em>reading</em> for it. To
+form a store-house, as it were, of illustration purely
+Oriental, and so familiarise myself with its various
+treasures, that, as quick as Fancy required the aid of
+fact, in her spiritings, the memory was ready, like
+another Ariel, at her “strong bidding,” to furnish materials
+for the spellwork,—such was, for a long while,
+the sole object of my studies; and whatever time and
+trouble this preparatory process may have cost me, the
+effects resulting from it, as far as the humble merit of
+truthfulness is concerned, have been such as to repay
+me more than sufficiently for my pains. I have not
+forgotten how great was my pleasure, when told by the
+late Sir James Mackintosh, that he was once asked by
+Colonel W⸺s, the historian of British India, “whether
+it was true that Moore had never been in the East?”
+“Never,” answered Mackintosh. “Well, that shows me,”
+replied Colonel W⸺s, “that reading over D’Herbelot
+is as good as riding on the back of a camel.”</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>I need hardly subjoin to this lively speech, that
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_xix'>xix</span>although D’Herbelot’s valuable work was, of course, one
+of my manuals, I took the whole range of all such
+Oriental reading as was accessible to me; and became,
+for the time, indeed, far more conversant with all relating
+to that distant region, than I have ever been with
+the scenery, productions, or modes of life of any of
+those countries lying most within my reach. We know
+that D’Anville, though never in his life out of Paris,
+was able to correct a number of errors in a plan of
+the Troad taken by De Choiseul, on the spot; and, for
+my own very different, as well as far inferior, purposes,
+the knowledge I had thus acquired of distant localities,
+seen only by me in my day-dreams, was no less ready
+and useful.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>An ample reward for all this painstaking has been
+found in such welcome tributes as I have just now
+cited; nor can I deny myself the gratification of citing
+a few more of the same description. From another
+distinguished authority on Eastern subjects, the late Sir
+John Malcolm, I had myself the pleasure of hearing a
+similar opinion publicly expressed;—that eminent person
+in a speech spoken by him at a Literary Fund Dinner,
+having remarked, that together with those qualities of
+a poet which he much too partially assigned to me was
+combined also “the truth of the historian.”</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Sir William Ouseley, another high authority, in
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_xx'>xx</span>giving his testimony to the same effect, thus notices
+an exception to the general accuracy for which he gives
+me credit:—“Dazzled by the beauties of this composition,<a id='riv'></a><a href='#fiv' class='c012'><sup>[iv]</sup></a>
+few readers can perceive, and none surely can
+regret, that the poet, in his magnificent catastrophe, has
+forgotten, or boldly and most happily violated, the precept
+of Zoroaster, above noticed, which held it impious
+to consume any portion of a human body by fire,
+especially by that which glowed upon their altars.”
+Having long lost, I fear, most of my Eastern learning,
+I can only cite, in defence of my catastrophe, an old
+Oriental tradition, which relates, that Nimrod, when
+Abraham refused, at his command, to worship the fire,
+ordered him to be thrown into the midst of the
+flames.<a id='rv'></a><a href='#fv' class='c012'><sup>[v]</sup></a> A precedent so ancient for this sort of use of
+the worshipped element, would appear, for all purposes
+at least of poetry, fully sufficient.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>In addition to these agreeable testimonies, I have
+also heard, and, need hardly add, with some pride and
+pleasure, that parts of this work have been rendered
+into Persian, and have found their way to Ispahan. To
+this fact, as I am willing to think it, allusion is made
+in some lively verses, written many years since, by my
+friend, Mr. Luttrell:—</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_xxi'>xxi</span>“I’m told, dear Moore, your lays are sung,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>(Can it be true, you lucky man?)</div>
+      <div class='line'>By moonlight, in the Persian tongue,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Along the streets of Ispahan.”</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>That some knowledge of the work may have really
+reached that region, appears not improbable from a
+passage in the Travels of Mr. Frazer, who says, that
+“being delayed for some time at a town on the shores
+of the Caspian, he was lucky enough to be able to
+amuse himself with a copy of Lalla Rookh, which a
+Persian had lent him.”</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Of the description of Balbec, in “Paradise and the
+Peri,” Mr. Carne, in his Letters from the East, thus
+speaks: “The description in Lalla Rookh of the plain
+and its ruins is exquisitely faithful. The minaret is on
+the declivity near at hand, and there wanted only the
+muezzin’s cry to break the silence.”</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>I shall now tax my reader’s patience with but one
+more of these generous vouchers. Whatever of vanity
+there may be in citing such tributes, they show, at least,
+of what great value, even in poetry, is that prosaic
+quality, industry; since, as the reader of the foregoing
+pages is now fully apprized, it was in a slow and
+laborious collection of small facts, that the first foundations
+of this fanciful Romance were laid.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>The friendly testimony I have just referred to,
+appeared, some years since, in the form in which
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_xxii'>xxii</span>I now give it, and, if I recollect right, in the
+Athenæum:—</p>
+
+<div class='blockquote'>
+
+<p class='c014'>“I embrace this opportunity of bearing my individual testimony
+(if it be of any value) to the extraordinary accuracy of Mr. Moore,
+in his topographical, antiquarian, and characteristic details, whether
+of costume, manners, or less-changing monuments, both in his Lalla
+Rookh and in the Epicurean. It has been my fortune to read his
+Atlantic, Bermudean, and American Odes and Epistles, in the
+countries and among the people to which and to whom they related;
+I enjoyed also the exquisite delight of reading his Lalla Rookh,
+in Persia itself; and I have perused the Epicurean, while all my
+recollections of Egypt and its still existing wonders are as fresh as
+when I quitted the banks of the Nile for Arabia:—I owe it, therefore,
+as a debt of gratitude (though the payment is most inadequate),
+for the great pleasure I have derived from his productions, to bear
+my humble testimony to their local fidelity.</p>
+
+<div class='c015'>J. S. B.”</div>
+
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Among the incidents connected with this work, I
+must not omit to notice the splendid Divertissement,
+founded upon it, which was acted at the Château Royal
+of Berlin, during the visit of the Grand Duke Nicholas
+to that capital, in the year 1822. The different stories
+composing the work were represented in Tableaux Vivans
+and songs; and among the crowd of royal and noble
+personages engaged in the performances, I shall mention
+those only who represented the principal characters, and
+whom I find thus enumerated in the published account
+of the Divertissement.<a id='rvi'></a><a href='#fvi' class='c012'><sup>[vi]</sup></a></p>
+
+<div class='blockquote'>
+
+<table class='table1'>
+  <tr><td class='c006' colspan='3'><span class='pageno' id='Page_xxiii'>xxiii</span></td></tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>“Fadladin, Grand-Nasir</td>
+    <td class='c016'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'><i>Comte Haack (Maréchal de Cour.)</i></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>Aliris, Roi de Bucharie</td>
+    <td class='c016'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'><i>S. A. I. Le Grand Duc.</i></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>Lalla Roûkh</td>
+    <td class='c016'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'><i>S. A. I. Le Grande Duchesse.</i></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>Aurungzeb, le Grand Mogol</td>
+    <td class='c016'>{</td>
+    <td class='c008'><i>S. A. R. Le Prince Guillaume,</i></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c016'>{</td>
+    <td class='c008'><i>frère du Roi.</i></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>Abdallah, Père d’Aliris</td>
+    <td class='c016'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c008'><i>S. A. R. Le Duc de Cumberland.</i></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>La Reine, son épouse</td>
+    <td class='c016'>{</td>
+    <td class='c008'><i>S. A. R. La Princesse Louise</i></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c007'>&#160;</td>
+    <td class='c016'>{</td>
+    <td class='c008'><i>Radzivill.</i>”</td>
+  </tr>
+</table>
+
+</div>
+
+<p class='c011'>Besides these and other leading personages, there
+were also brought into action, under the various denominations
+of Seigneurs et Dames de Bucharie, Dames de
+Cachemire, Seigneurs et Dames dansans à la Fête des
+Roses, &#38;c. nearly 150 persons.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Of the manner and style in which the Tableaux of
+the different stories are described in the work from which
+I cite, the following account of the performance of
+Paradise and the Peri will afford some specimen:—</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>“La décoration représentoit les portes brillantes du
+Paradis, entourées de nuages. Dans le premier tableau
+on voyoit la Péri, triste et desolée, couchée sur le seuil
+des portes fermées, et l’Ange de lumière qui lui addresse
+des consolations et des conseils. Le second représente le
+moment où la <a id='tn-peri'></a>Péri, dans l’espoir que ce don lui ouvrira
+l’entrée du Paradis, recueille la dernière goutte de sang
+que vient de verser le jeune guerrier Indien.…</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>“La Péri et l’Ange de lumière répondoient pleinement
+à l’image et à l’idée qu’on est tenté de se faire
+de ces deux individus, et l’impression qu’a faite généralement
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_xxiv'>xxiv</span>la suite des tableaux de cet épisode délicat
+et intéressant est loin de s’effacer de notre souvenir.”</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>In this grand Fête, it appears, originated the translation
+of Lalla Rookh into German<a id='rvii'></a><a href='#fvii' class='c012'><sup>[vii]</sup></a> verse, by the Baron
+de la Motte Fouqué; and the circumstances which led
+him to undertake the task, are described by himself
+in a Dedicatory Poem to the Empress of Russia, which
+he has prefixed to his translation. As soon as the
+performance, he tells us, had ended, Lalla Rookh (the
+Empress herself) exclaimed, with a sigh, “Is it, then,
+all over? are we now at the close of all that has
+given us so much delight? and lives there no poet
+who will impart to others, and to future times, some
+notion of the happiness we have enjoyed this evening?”
+On hearing this appeal, a Knight of Cashmere (who
+is no other than the poetical Baron himself) comes forward
+and promises to attempt to present to the world “the
+Poem itself in the measure of the original:”—whereupon
+Lalla Rookh, it is added, approvingly smiled.</p>
+
+<hr class='c017'>
+<div class='footnote' id='fi'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#ri'>i</a>. April 10, 1815.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='fii'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#rii'>ii</a>. November 9, 1816.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='fiii'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#riii'>iii</a>. Voltaire, in his tragedy of “Les Guèbres,” written with a similar
+under-current of meaning, was accused of having transformed his Fire-worshippers
+into Jansenists:—“Quelques figuristes,” he says, “prétendent
+que les Guèbres sont <a id='tn-jansen'></a>les jansénistes.”</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='fiv'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#riv'>iv</a>. The Fire-worshippers.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='fv'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#rv'>v</a>. “Tradunt autem Hebræi hanc fabulam quod Abraham in ignem
+missus sit quia ignem adorare noluit.”—<span class='sc'>St. Hieron.</span> <cite><span lang="la">in Quæst. in Genesim</span></cite>.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='fvi'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#rvi'>vi</a>. Lalla Roûkh Divertissement, mêlé de Chants et de Danses, Berlin,
+1822. The work contains a series of coloured engravings, representing
+groups, processions, &#38;c. in different Oriental costumes.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='fvii'>
+<p class='c011'><a href='#rvii'>vii</a>. Since this was written, another translation of Lalla Rookh into
+German verse has been made by Theodor Oelckers (Leipzig, Tauchnitz,
+Jun.), which has already passed through three editions.</p>
+</div>
+
+</div>
+
+<div class='pbb'>
+ <hr class='pb c001'>
+</div>
+
+<div class='chapter'>
+
+<div>
+  <h2 class='c005'>LALLA ROOKH</h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class='pbb'>
+ <hr class='pb c003'>
+</div>
+<div id='i-001'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_1'>1</span>
+<img src='images/i-001.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c018'>In the eleventh year of the reign of Aurungzebe,
+Abdalla, King of the Lesser Bucharia, a lineal descendant
+from the Great Zingis, having abdicated the throne in
+favour of his son, set out on a pilgrimage to the Shrine
+of the Prophet; and, passing into India through the
+delightful valley of Cashmere, rested for a short time at
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_2'>2</span>Delhi on his way. He was entertained by Aurungzebe
+in a style of magnificent hospitality, worthy alike of the
+visitor and the host, and was afterwards escorted with the
+same splendour to Surat, where he embarked for Arabia.<a id='r1'></a><a href='#f1' class='c012'><sup>[1]</sup></a>
+During the stay of the Royal Pilgrim at Delhi, a marriage
+was agreed upon between the Prince, his son, and the
+youngest daughter of the emperor, <span class='sc'>Lalla Rookh</span>;<a id='r2'></a><a href='#f2' class='c012'><sup>[2]</sup></a>—a
+Princess described by the Poets of her time as more
+beautiful than Leila,<a id='r3'></a><a href='#f3' class='c012'><sup>[3]</sup></a> Shirine,<a id='r4'></a><a href='#f4' class='c012'><sup>[4]</sup></a> Dewildé,<a id='r5'></a><a href='#f5' class='c012'><sup>[5]</sup></a> or any of those
+heroines whose names and loves embellish the songs of
+Persia and Hindostan. It was intended that the nuptials
+should be celebrated at Cashmere; where the young King,
+as soon as the cares of empire would permit, was to
+meet, for the first time, his lovely bride, and, after a
+few months’ repose in that enchanting valley, conduct
+her over the snowy hills into Bucharia.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>The day of <span class='sc'>Lalla Rookh’s</span> departure from Delhi
+was as splendid as sunshine and pageantry could make
+it. The bazaars and baths were all covered with the
+richest tapestry; hundreds of gilded barges upon the
+Jumna floated with their banners shining in the water;
+while 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;<a id='r6'></a><a href='#f6' class='c012'><sup>[6]</sup></a>
+till every part of the city was as fragrant as if a caravan
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_3'>3</span>of musk from Khoten had passed through it. The
+Princess, having taken leave of her kind father, who at
+parting hung a cornelian of Yemen round her neck, on
+which was inscribed a verse from the Koran, and having
+sent a considerable present to the Fakirs, who kept up
+the Perpetual Lamp in her sister’s tomb, meekly ascended
+the palankeen prepared for her; and, while Aurungzebe
+stood to take a last look from his balcony, the procession
+moved slowly on the road to Lahore.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Seldom had the Eastern world seen a cavalcade so
+superb. From the gardens in the suburbs to the Imperial
+palace, it was one unbroken line of splendour. The
+gallant appearance of the Rajahs and Mogul Lords, distinguished
+by those insignia of the Emperor’s favour,<a id='r7'></a><a href='#f7' class='c012'><sup>[7]</sup></a> the
+feathers of the egret of Cashmere in their turbans, and
+the small silver-rimmed kettledrums at the bows of their
+saddles;—the costly armour of their cavaliers, who vied,
+on this occasion, with the guards of the great Keder
+Khan,<a id='r8'></a><a href='#f8' class='c012'><sup>[8]</sup></a> in the brightness of their silver battle-axes and
+the massiness of their maces of gold;—the glittering of
+the gilt pine-apples<a id='r9'></a><a href='#f9' class='c012'><sup>[9]</sup></a> on the tops of the palankeens;—the
+embroidered trappings of the elephants, bearing on
+their backs small turrets, in the shape of little antique
+temples, within which the Ladies of <span class='sc'>Lalla Rookh</span> lay
+as it were enshrined;—the rose-coloured veils of the
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_4'>4</span>Princess’s own sumptuous litter,<a id='r10'></a><a href='#f10' class='c012'><sup>[10]</sup></a> at the front of which
+a fair young female slave sat fanning her through the
+curtains, with feathers of the Argus pheasant’s wing;<a id='r11'></a><a href='#f11' class='c012'><sup>[11]</sup></a>—and
+the lovely troop of Tartarian and Cashmerian maids
+of honour, whom the young King had sent to accompany
+his bride, and who rode on each side of the litter, upon
+small Arabian horses:—all was brilliant, tasteful, and
+magnificent, and pleased even the critical and fastidious
+<span class='sc'>Fadladeen</span>, Great Nazir or Chamberlain of the Haram,
+who was borne in his palankeen immediately after the
+Princess, and considered himself not the least important
+personage of the pageant.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'><span class='sc'>Fadladeen</span> was a judge of everything,—from the
+pencilling of a Circassian’s eyelids to the deepest questions
+of science and literature; from the mixture of a conserve
+of rose-leaves to the composition of an epic poem: and
+such influence had his opinion upon the various tastes
+of the day, that all the cooks and poets of Delhi stood
+in awe of him. His political conduct and opinions were
+founded upon that line of Sadi,—“Should the Prince at
+noon-day say, It is night, declare that you behold the
+moon and stars.”—And his zeal for religion; of which
+Aurungzebe was a munificent protector,<a id='r12'></a><a href='#f12' class='c012'><sup>[12]</sup></a> was about as
+disinterested as that of the goldsmith who fell in love
+with the diamond eyes of the Idol of Jaghernaut.<a id='r13'></a><a href='#f13' class='c012'><sup>[13]</sup></a></p>
+
+<p class='c011'><span class='pageno' id='Page_5'>5</span>During the first days of their journey, <span class='sc'>Lalla Rookh</span>,
+who had passed all her life within the shadow of the
+Royal Gardens of Delhi,<a id='r14'></a><a href='#f14' class='c012'><sup>[14]</sup></a> found enough in the beauty of
+the scenery through which they passed to interest her
+mind, and delight her imagination; and when at evening,
+or in the heat of the day, they turned off from the high
+road to those retired and romantic places which had been
+selected for her encampments, sometimes on the banks of
+a small rivulet, as clear as the waters of the Lake of
+Pearl;<a id='r15'></a><a href='#f15' class='c012'><sup>[15]</sup></a> sometimes under the sacred shade of a Banyan
+tree, from which the view opened upon a glade covered
+with antelopes; and often in those hidden, embowered
+spots, described by one from the Isles of the West,<a id='r16'></a><a href='#f16' class='c012'><sup>[16]</sup></a> as
+“places of melancholy, delight, and safety, where all the
+company around was wild peacocks and turtle-doves;”—she
+felt a charm in these scenes, so lovely and so new to
+her, which, for a time, made her indifferent to every other
+amusement. But <span class='sc'>Lalla Rookh</span> was young, and the young
+love variety; nor could the conversation of her Ladies
+and the great Chamberlain, <span class='sc'>Fadladeen</span>, (the only persons,
+of course, admitted to her pavilion,) sufficiently enliven
+those many vacant hours, which were devoted neither
+to the pillow nor the palankeen. There was a little
+Persian slave who sung sweetly 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
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_6'>6</span>Ezra,<a id='r17'></a><a href='#f17' class='c012'><sup>[17]</sup></a> the fair-haired Zal and his mistress Rodahver;<a id='r18'></a><a href='#f18' class='c012'><sup>[18]</sup></a>
+not forgetting the combat of Rustam with the terrible
+White Demon.<a id='r19'></a><a href='#f19' class='c012'><sup>[19]</sup></a> At other times she was amused by those
+graceful dancing-girls of Delhi, who had been permitted by
+the Bramins of the Great Pagoda to attend her, much to
+the horror of the good Mussulman <span class='sc'>Fadladeen</span>, who could
+see nothing graceful or agreeable in idolaters, and to
+whom the very tinkling of their golden anklets<a id='r20'></a><a href='#f20' class='c012'><sup>[20]</sup></a> was an
+abomination.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>But these and many other diversions were repeated 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 bridegroom,
+was a young poet of Cashmere, much celebrated
+throughout the valley for his manner of reciting the Stories
+of the East, on whom his Royal Master had conferred the
+privilege of being admitted to the pavilion of the Princess,
+that he might help to beguile the tediousness of the journey
+by some of his most agreeable recitals. At the mention of
+a poet, <span class='sc'>Fadladeen</span> elevated his critical eyebrows, and,
+having refreshed his faculties with a dose of that delicious
+opium<a id='r21'></a><a href='#f21' class='c012'><sup>[21]</sup></a> which is distilled from the black poppy of the
+Thebais, gave orders for the minstrel to be forthwith
+introduced into the presence.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'><span class='pageno' id='Page_7'>7</span>The Princess, who had once in her life seen a poet from
+behind the screens of gauze in her Father’s hall, and had
+conceived from that specimen no very favourable ideas of
+the Caste, expected but little in this new exhibition to
+interest her;—she felt inclined, however, to alter her
+opinion on the very first appearance of <span class='sc'>Feramorz</span>. He
+was a youth about <span class='sc'>Lalla Rookh’s</span> own age, and graceful
+as that idol of women, Crishna,<a id='r22'></a><a href='#f22' class='c012'><sup>[22]</sup></a>—such as he appears to
+their young imaginations, heroic, beautiful, breathing music
+from his very eyes, and exalting the religion of his worshippers
+into love. His dress was simple, yet not without
+some marks of costliness; and the ladies of the Princess
+were not long in discovering that the cloth, which encircled
+his high Tartarian cap, was of the most delicate kind
+that the shawl-goats of Tibet supply.<a id='r23'></a><a href='#f23' class='c012'><sup>[23]</sup></a> Here and there,
+too, over his vest, which was confined by a flowered girdle
+of Kashan, hung strings of fine pearl, disposed with an air
+of studied negligence:—nor did the exquisite embroidery
+of his sandals escape the observation of these fair critics;
+who, however they might give way to <span class='sc'>Fadladeen</span> upon
+the unimportant topics of religion and government, had
+the spirit of martyrs in every thing relating to such
+momentous matters as jewels and embroidery.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>For the purpose of relieving the pauses of recitation by
+music, the young Cashmerian held in his hand a kitar;—such
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_8'>8</span>as, in old times, the Arab maids of the West used
+to listen to by moonlight in the gardens of the Alhambra—and,
+having premised, with much humility, that the story
+he was about to relate was founded on the adventures of
+that Veiled Prophet of Khorassan,<a id='r24'></a><a href='#f24' class='c012'><sup>[24]</sup></a> who, in the year
+of the Hegira 163, created such alarm throughout the
+Eastern Empire, made an obeisance to the Princess, and
+thus began:—</p>
+<div id='i-008'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i-008.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c019'><a id='tn-ohtwofive'></a></p>
+<div class='pbb'>
+ <hr class='pb c001'>
+</div>
+<div class='chapter'>
+
+<div id='lalla-rookh-the-veiled-prophet'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/lalla-rookh-the-veiled-prophet.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<h3 class='c020' title="The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan">The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan<a id='r25'></a><a href='#f25' class='c012'><sup>[25]</sup></a></h3>
+
+<div class='pbb'>
+ <hr class='pb c001'>
+</div>
+<div id='i-011'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_11'>11</span>
+<img src='images/i-011.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c021'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>In that delightful Province of the Sun,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The first of Persian lands he shines upon,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Where all the loveliest children of his beam,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Flow’rets and fruits, blush over every stream,<a id='r26'></a><a href='#f26' class='c012'><sup>[26]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_12'>12</span>And, fairest of all streams, the <span class='sc'>Murga</span> roves</div>
+      <div class='line'>Among <span class='sc'>Merou’s</span><a id='r27'></a><a href='#f27' class='c012'><sup>[27]</sup></a> bright palaces and groves;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>There on that throne, to which the blind belief</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of millions rais’d him, sat the Prophet-Chief,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The Great <span class='sc'>Mokanna</span>. O’er his features hung</div>
+      <div class='line'>The Veil, the Silver Veil, which he had flung</div>
+      <div class='line'>In mercy there, to hide from mortal sight</div>
+      <div class='line'>His dazzling brow, till man could bear its light.</div>
+      <div class='line'>For, far less luminous, his votaries said,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Were ev’n the gleams, miraculously shed</div>
+      <div class='line'>O’er <span class='sc'>Moussa’s</span><a id='r28'></a><a href='#f28' class='c012'><sup>[28]</sup></a> cheek,<a id='r29'></a><a href='#f29' class='c012'><sup>[29]</sup></a> when down the Mount he trod,</div>
+      <div class='line'>All glowing from the presence of his God!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>On either side, with ready hearts and hands,</div>
+      <div class='line'>His chosen guard of bold Believers stands;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Young fire-eyed disputants, who deem their swords,</div>
+      <div class='line'>On points of faith, more eloquent than words;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And such their zeal, there’s not a youth with brand</div>
+      <div class='line'>Uplifted there, but, at the Chief’s command,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Would make his own devoted heart its sheath,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And bless the lips that doom’d so dear a death!</div>
+      <div class='line'>In hatred to the Caliph’s hue of night,<a id='r30'></a><a href='#f30' class='c012'><sup>[30]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>Their vesture, helms and all, is snowy white;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Their weapons various—some equipp’d for speed,</div>
+      <div class='line'>With javelins of the light Kathaian reed;<a id='r31'></a><a href='#f31' class='c012'><sup>[31]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>Or bows of buffalo horn and shining quivers</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_13'>13</span>Fill’d with the stems<a id='r32'></a><a href='#f32' class='c012'><sup>[32]</sup></a> that bloom on <span class='sc'>Iran’s</span> rivers;<a id='r33'></a><a href='#f33' class='c012'><sup>[33]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>While some, for war’s more terrible attacks,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Wield the huge mace and ponderous battle-axe;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And as they wave aloft in morning’s beam</div>
+      <div class='line'>The milk-white plumage of their helms, they seem</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like a chenar-tree grove,<a id='r34'></a><a href='#f34' class='c012'><sup>[34]</sup></a> when winter throws</div>
+      <div class='line'>O’er all its tufted heads his feathering snows.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>Between the porphyry pillars, that uphold</div>
+      <div class='line'>The rich moresque-work of the roof of gold,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Aloft the Haram’s curtain’d galleries rise,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Where, through the silken net-work, glancing eyes,</div>
+      <div class='line'>From time to time, like sudden gleams that glow</div>
+      <div class='line'>Through autumn clouds, shine o’er the pomp below.—</div>
+      <div class='line'>What impious tongue, ye blushing saints, would dare</div>
+      <div class='line'>To hint that aught but Heaven hath plac’d you there?</div>
+      <div class='line'>Or that the loves of this light world could bind,</div>
+      <div class='line'>In their gross chain, your Prophet’s soaring mind?</div>
+      <div class='line'>No—wrongful thought!—commission’d from above</div>
+      <div class='line'>To people Eden’s bowers with shapes of love,</div>
+      <div class='line'>(Creatures so bright, that the same lips and eyes</div>
+      <div class='line'>They wear on earth will serve in Paradise,)</div>
+      <div class='line'>There to recline among Heaven’s native maids,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And crown the’ Elect with bliss that never fades—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Well hath the Prophet-Chief his bidding done;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And every beauteous race beneath the sun,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_14'>14</span>From those who kneel at <span class='sc'>Brahma’s</span> burning founts,<a id='r35'></a><a href='#f35' class='c012'><sup>[35]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>To the fresh nymphs bounding o’er <span class='sc'>Yemen’s</span> mounts;</div>
+      <div class='line'>From <span class='sc'>Persia’s</span> eyes of full and fawn-like ray</div>
+      <div class='line'>To the small, half-shut glances of <span class='sc'>Kathay</span>;<a id='r36'></a><a href='#f36' class='c012'><sup>[36]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>And <span class='sc'>Georgia’s</span> bloom, and <span class='sc'>Azab’s</span> darker smiles,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the gold ringlets of the Western Isles;</div>
+      <div class='line'>All, all are there;—each Land its flower hath given,</div>
+      <div class='line'>To form that fair young Nursery for Heaven!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div id='i-014'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i-014.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-l c022'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>But why this pageant now? this arm’d array?</div>
+      <div class='line'>What triumph crowds the rich Divan to-day</div>
+      <div class='line'>With turban’d heads, of every hue and race,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_15'>15</span>Bowing before that veil’d and awful face,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like tulip-beds,<a id='r37'></a><a href='#f37' class='c012'><sup>[37]</sup></a> of different shape and dyes,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Bending beneath the’ invisible West-wind’s sighs!</div>
+      <div class='line'>What new-made mystery now, for Faith to sign,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And blood to seal, as genuine and divine,</div>
+      <div class='line'>What dazzling mimickry of God’s own power</div>
+      <div class='line'>Hath the bold Prophet plann’d to grace this hour?</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>Not such the pageant now, though not less proud;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Yon warrior youth, advancing from the crowd,</div>
+      <div class='line'>With silver bow, with belt of broider’d crape,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And fur-bound bonnet of Bucharian shape,<a id='r38'></a><a href='#f38' class='c012'><sup>[38]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>So fiercely beautiful in form and eye,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like war’s wild planet in a summer sky;</div>
+      <div class='line'>That youth to-day,—a proselyte, worth hordes</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of cooler spirits and less practis’d swords,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Is come to join, all bravery and belief,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The creed and standard of the heaven-sent Chief.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>Though few his years, the West already knows</div>
+      <div class='line'>Young <span class='sc'>Azim’s</span> fame;—beyond the’ Olympian snows,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Ere manhood darken’d o’er his downy cheek,</div>
+      <div class='line'>O’erwhelm’d in fight and captive to the Greek,<a id='r39'></a><a href='#f39' class='c012'><sup>[39]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>He linger’d there, till peace dissolv’d his chains;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Oh, who could, even in bondage, tread the plains</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of glorious <span class='sc'>Greece</span>, nor feel his spirit rise</div>
+      <div class='line'>Kindling within him? who, with heart and eyes,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_16'>16</span>Could walk where Liberty had been, nor see</div>
+      <div class='line'>The shining foot-prints of her Deity,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Nor feel those godlike breathings in the air,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Which mutely told her spirit had been there?</div>
+      <div class='line'>Not he, that youthful warrior,—no, too well</div>
+      <div class='line'>For his soul’s quiet work’d the’ awakening spell;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And now, returning to his own dear land,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Full of those dreams of good that, vainly grand,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Haunt the young heart,—proud views of human-kind,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of men to Gods exalted and refin’d,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>False views, like that horizon’s fair deceit,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Where earth and heaven but <em>seem</em>, alas, to meet!—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Soon as he heard an Arm Divine was rais’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>To right the nations, and beheld, emblaz’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>On the white flag <span class='sc'>Mokanna’s</span> host unfurl’d,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Those words of sunshine, “Freedom to the World,”</div>
+      <div class='line'>At once his faith, his sword, his soul obey’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>The’ inspiring summons; every chosen blade</div>
+      <div class='line'>That fought beneath that banner’s sacred text</div>
+      <div class='line'>Seem’d doubly edg’d, for this world and the next;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And ne’er did Faith with her smooth bandage bind</div>
+      <div class='line'>Eyes more devoutly willing to be blind,</div>
+      <div class='line'>In virtue’s cause;—never was soul inspir’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>With livelier trust in what it most desir’d,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Than his, the’ enthusiast there, who kneeling, pale</div>
+      <div class='line'>With pious awe, before that Silver Veil,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_17'>17</span>Believes the form, to which he bends his knee,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Some pure, redeeming angel, sent to free</div>
+      <div class='line'>This fetter’d world from every bond and stain,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And bring its primal glories back again!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div id='i-017'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i-017.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-l c022'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>Low as young <span class='sc'>Azim</span> knelt, that motley crowd</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of all earth’s nations sunk the knee and bow’d,</div>
+      <div class='line'>With shouts of “<span class='sc'>Alla</span>!” echoing long and loud;</div>
+      <div class='line'>While high in air, above the Prophet’s head,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_18'>18</span>Hundreds of banners, to the sunbeam spread,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Wav’d, like the wings of the white birds that fan</div>
+      <div class='line'>The flying throne of star-taught <span class='sc'>Soliman</span>.<a id='r40'></a><a href='#f40' class='c012'><sup>[40]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>Then thus he spoke:—“Stranger, though new the frame</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Thy soul inhabits now, I’ve track’d its flame</div>
+      <div class='line'>“For many an age,<a id='r41'></a><a href='#f41' class='c012'><sup>[41]</sup></a> in every chance and change</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Of that existence, through whose varied range,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“As through a torch-race, where, from hand to hand,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“The flying youths transmit their shining brand,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“From frame to frame the unextinguish’d soul</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Rapidly passes, till it reach the goal!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Nor think ’tis only the gross Spirits, warm’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>“With duskier fire and for earth’s medium form’d,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“That run this course;—Beings, the most divine,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Thus deign through dark mortality to shine.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Such was the Essence that in <span class='sc'>Adam</span> dwelt,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“To which all Heaven, except the Proud One, knelt:<a id='r42'></a><a href='#f42' class='c012'><sup>[42]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>“Such the refin’d Intelligence that glow’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>“In <span class='sc'>Moussa’s</span><a id='r43'></a><a href='#f43' class='c012'><sup>[43]</sup></a> frame,—and, thence descending, flow’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Through many a Prophet’s breast;<a id='r44'></a><a href='#f44' class='c012'><sup>[44]</sup></a>—in <span class='sc'>Issa</span><a id='r45'></a><a href='#f45' class='c012'><sup>[45]</sup></a> shone,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And in <span class='sc'>Mohammed</span> burn’d; till, hastening on,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“(As a bright river that, from fall to fall</div>
+      <div class='line'>“In many a maze descending, bright through all,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Finds some fair region where, each labyrinth past,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“In one full lake of light it rests at last!)</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_19'>19</span>“That Holy Spirit, settling calm and free</div>
+      <div class='line'>“From lapse or shadow, centres all in me!”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in3'>Again, throughout the’ assembly, at these words,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thousands of voices rung: the warriors’ swords</div>
+      <div class='line'>Were pointed up to heaven; a sudden wind</div>
+      <div class='line'>In the’ open banners played, and from behind</div>
+      <div class='line'>Those Persian hangings, that but ill could screen</div>
+      <div class='line'>The Haram’s loveliness, white hands were seen</div>
+      <div class='line'>Waving embroider’d scarves, whose motion gave</div>
+      <div class='line'>A perfume forth;—like those the Houris wave</div>
+      <div class='line'>When beck’ning to their bowers the’ immortal Brave.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>“But these,” pursued the Chief, “are truths sublime,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“That claim a holier mood and calmer time</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Than earth allows us now;—this sword must first</div>
+      <div class='line'>“The darkling prison-house of Mankind burst</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Ere Peace can visit them, or Truth let in</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Her wakening daylight on a world of sin.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“But then, celestial warriors, then, when all</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Earth’s shrines and thrones before our banner fall;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“When the glad Slave shall at these feet lay down</div>
+      <div class='line'>“His broken chain, the tyrant Lord his crown,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“The Priest his book, the Conqueror his wreath,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And from the lips of Truth one mighty breath</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Shall, like a whirlwind, scatter in its breeze</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_20'>20</span>“That whole dark pile of human mockeries;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Then shall the reign of mind commence on earth,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And starting fresh, as from a second birth,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Man, in the sunshine of the world’s new spring,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Shall walk transparent, like some holy thing!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Then, too, your Prophet from his angel brow</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Shall cast the Veil that hides its splendours now,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And gladden’d Earth shall, through her wide expanse,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Bask in the glories of this countenance!—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“For thee, young warrior, welcome!—thou hast yet</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Some tasks to learn, some frailties to forget,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Ere the white war-plume o’er thy brow can wave;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“But, once my own, mine all till in the grave!”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>The pomp is at an end—the crowds are gone—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Each ear and heart still haunted by the tone</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of that deep voice, which thrilled like <span class='sc'>Alla’s</span> own!</div>
+      <div class='line'>The Young all dazzled by the plumes and lances,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The glittering throne, and Haram’s half-caught glances;</div>
+      <div class='line'>The Old deep pondering on the promis’d reign</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of peace and truth; and all the female train</div>
+      <div class='line'>Ready to risk their eyes, could they but gaze</div>
+      <div class='line'>A moment on that brow’s miraculous blaze!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>But there was one, among the chosen maids,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Who blush’d behind the gallery’s silken shades,</div>
+      <div class='line'>One, to whose soul the pageant of to-day</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_21'>21</span>Has been like death:—you saw her pale dismay,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Ye wondering sisterhood, and heard the burst</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of exclamation from her lips, when first</div>
+      <div class='line'>She saw that youth, too well, too dearly known,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Silently kneeling at the Prophet’s throne.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div id='i-021'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i-021.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-l c022'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>Ah <span class='sc'>Zelica</span>! there <em>was</em> a time, when bliss</div>
+      <div class='line'>Shone o’er thy heart from every look of his;</div>
+      <div class='line'>When but to see him, hear him, breathe the air</div>
+      <div class='line'>In which he dwelt, was thy soul’s fondest prayer;</div>
+      <div class='line'>When round him hung such a perpetual spell</div>
+      <div class='line'>Whate’er he did, none ever did so well.</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_22'>22</span>Too happy days! when, if he touch’d a flower</div>
+      <div class='line'>Or gem of thine, ’twas sacred from that hour;</div>
+      <div class='line'>When thou didst study him till every tone</div>
+      <div class='line'>And gesture and dear look became thy own,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thy voice like his, the changes of his face</div>
+      <div class='line'>In thine reflected with still lovelier grace.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like echo, sending back sweet music, fraught</div>
+      <div class='line'>With twice the’ aërial sweetness it had brought!</div>
+      <div class='line'>Yet now he comes,—brighter than even he</div>
+      <div class='line'>E’er beam’d before,—but, ah! not bright for thee;</div>
+      <div class='line'>No—dread, unlook’d for, like a visitant</div>
+      <div class='line'>From the’ other world, he comes as if to haunt</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thy guilty soul with dreams of lost delight,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Long lost to all but memory’s aching sight:—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Sad dreams! as when the Spirit of our Youth</div>
+      <div class='line'>Returns in sleep, sparkling with all the truth</div>
+      <div class='line'>And innocence once ours, and leads us back,</div>
+      <div class='line'>In mournful mockery, o’er the shining track</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of our young life, and points out every ray</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of hope and peace we’ve lost upon the way!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>Once happy pair!—In proud <span class='sc'>Bokhara’s</span> groves,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Who had not heard of their first youthful loves?</div>
+      <div class='line'>Born by that ancient flood,<a id='r46'></a><a href='#f46' class='c012'><sup>[46]</sup></a> which from its spring</div>
+      <div class='line'>In the dark Mountains swiftly wandering,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Enrich’d by every pilgrim brook that shines</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_23'>23</span>With relics from <span class='sc'>Bucharia’s</span> ruby mines,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And, lending to the <span class='sc'>Caspian</span> half its strength,</div>
+      <div class='line'>In the cold Lake of Eagles sinks at length;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>There, on the banks of that bright river born,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The flowers, that hung above its wave at morn,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Bless’d not the waters, as they murmur’d by,</div>
+      <div class='line'>With holier scent and lustre, than the sigh</div>
+      <div class='line'>And virgin-glance of first affection cast</div>
+      <div class='line'>Upon their youth’s smooth current, as it pass’d!</div>
+      <div class='line'>But war disturb’d this vision,—far away</div>
+      <div class='line'>From her fond eyes summon’d to join the’ array</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of <span class='sc'>Persia’s</span> warriors on the hills of <span class='sc'>Thrace</span>,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The youth exchang’d his sylvan dwelling-place</div>
+      <div class='line'>For the rude tent and war-field’s deathful clash;</div>
+      <div class='line'>His <span class='sc'>Zelica’s</span> sweet glances for the flash</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of Grecian wild-fire, and Love’s gentle chains</div>
+      <div class='line'>For bleeding bondage on <span class='sc'>Byzantium’s</span> plains.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>Month after month, in widowhood of soul</div>
+      <div class='line'>Drooping, the maiden saw two summers roll</div>
+      <div class='line'>Their suns away—but ah! how cold and dim</div>
+      <div class='line'>Even summer suns, when not beheld with him!</div>
+      <div class='line'>From time to time ill-omen’d rumours came,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like spirit-tongues mutt’ring the sick man’s name,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Just ere he dies:—at length those sounds of dread</div>
+      <div class='line'>Fell with’ring on her soul, “<span class='sc'>Azim</span> is dead!”</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_24'>24</span>Oh Grief, beyond all other griefs, when fate</div>
+      <div class='line'>First leaves the young heart lone and desolate</div>
+      <div class='line'>In the wide world, without that only tie</div>
+      <div class='line'>For which it lov’d to live or fear’d to die;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Lorn as the hung-up lute, that ne’er hath spoken</div>
+      <div class='line'>Since the sad day its master-chord was broken!</div>
+      <div class='line'>Fond maid, the sorrow of her soul was such,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Even reason sunk,—blighted beneath its touch:</div>
+      <div class='line'>And though, ere long, her sanguine spirit rose</div>
+      <div class='line'>Above the first dead pressure of its woes,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Though health and bloom return’d, the delicate chain</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of thought, once tangled, never clear’d again.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Warm, lively, soft as in youth’s happiest day,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The mind was still all there, but turned astray;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>A wand’ring bark, upon whose pathway shone</div>
+      <div class='line'>All stars of heaven, except the guiding one!</div>
+      <div class='line'>Again she smil’d, nay, much and brightly smil’d,</div>
+      <div class='line'>But ’twas a lustre, strange, unreal, wild;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And when she sung to her lute’s touching strain,</div>
+      <div class='line'>’Twas like the notes, half ecstasy, half pain,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The bulbul<a id='r47'></a><a href='#f47' class='c012'><sup>[47]</sup></a> utters, ere her soul depart,</div>
+      <div class='line'>When, vanquish’d by some minstrel’s powerful art,</div>
+      <div class='line'>She dies upon the lute whose sweetness broke her heart!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div id='i-025'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i-025.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-l c022'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>Such was the mood in which that mission found</div>
+      <div class='line'>Young <span class='sc'>Zelica</span>,—that mission, which around</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_25'>25</span>The Eastern world, in every region blest</div>
+      <div class='line'>With woman’s smile, sought out its loveliest,</div>
+      <div class='line'>To grace that galaxy of lips and eyes</div>
+      <div class='line'>Which the Veil’d Prophet destined for the skies:—</div>
+      <div class='line'>And such quick welcome as a spark receives</div>
+      <div class='line'>Dropp’d on a bed of Autumn’s withered leaves,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Did every tale of these enthusiasts find</div>
+      <div class='line'>In the wild maiden’s sorrow-blighted mind.</div>
+      <div class='line'>All fire at once the madd’ning zeal she caught;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Elect of Paradise! blest, rapturous thought!</div>
+      <div class='line'>Predestin’d bride, in heaven’s eternal dome,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of some brave youth—ha! durst they say “of <em>some</em>?”</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_26'>26</span>No—of the one, one only object trac’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>In her heart’s core too deep to be effac’d;</div>
+      <div class='line'>The one whose memory, fresh as life, is twin’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>With every broken link of her lost mind;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Whose image lives, though Reason’s self be wreck’d,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Safe ’mid the ruins of her intellect!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>Alas, poor <span class='sc'>Zelica</span>! it needed all</div>
+      <div class='line'>The fantasy, which held thy mind in thrall,</div>
+      <div class='line'>To see in that gay Haram’s glowing maids</div>
+      <div class='line'>A sainted colony for Eden’s shades;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Or dream that he,—of whose unholy flame</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thou wert too soon the victim,—shining came</div>
+      <div class='line'>From Paradise, to people its pure sphere</div>
+      <div class='line'>With souls like thine, which he hath ruin’d here!</div>
+      <div class='line'>No—had not Reason’s light totally set,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And left thee dark, thou hadst an amulet</div>
+      <div class='line'>In the lov’d image, graven on thy heart,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Which would have sav’d thee from the tempter’s art,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And kept alive, in all its bloom of breath,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That purity, whose fading is love’s death!—</div>
+      <div class='line'>But lost, inflamed,—a restless zeal took place</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of the mild virgin’s still and feminine grace;</div>
+      <div class='line'>First of the Prophet’s favourites, proudly first</div>
+      <div class='line'>In zeal and charms,—too well the’ Impostor nurs’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>Her soul’s delirium, in whose active flame,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_27'>27</span>Thus lighting up a young, luxuriant frame,</div>
+      <div class='line'>He saw more potent sorceries to bind</div>
+      <div class='line'>To his dark yoke the spirits of mankind,</div>
+      <div class='line'>More subtle chains than hell itself e’er twin’d.</div>
+      <div class='line'>No art was spar’d, no witchery;—all the skill</div>
+      <div class='line'>His demons taught him was employ’d to fill</div>
+      <div class='line'>Her mind with gloom and ecstasy by turns—</div>
+      <div class='line'>That gloom, through which Frenzy but fiercer burns;</div>
+      <div class='line'>That ecstasy, which from the depth of sadness</div>
+      <div class='line'>Glares like the maniac’s moon, whose light is madness.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div id='i-028'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i-028.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-l c022'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>’Twas from a brilliant banquet, where the sound</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of poesy and music breath’d around,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Together picturing to her mind and ear</div>
+      <div class='line'>The glories of that heaven, her destin’d sphere,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Where all was pure, where every stain that lay</div>
+      <div class='line'>Upon the spirit’s light should pass away,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And, realizing more than youthful love</div>
+      <div class='line'>E’er wish’d or dream’d, she should for ever rove</div>
+      <div class='line'>Through fields of fragrance by her <span class='sc'>Azim’s</span> side,</div>
+      <div class='line'>His own bless’d, purified, eternal bride!—</div>
+      <div class='line'>’Twas from a scene, a witching trance like this,</div>
+      <div class='line'>He hurried her away, yet breathing bliss,</div>
+      <div class='line'>To the dim charnel-house;—through all its steams</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of damp and death, led only by those gleams</div>
+      <div class='line'>Which foul Corruption lights, as with design</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_28'>28</span>To show the gay and proud <em>she</em> too can shine!—</div>
+      <div class='line'>And, passing on through upright ranks of Dead,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Which to the maiden, doubly craz’d by dread,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Seem’d, through the bluish death-light round them cast,</div>
+      <div class='line'>To move their lips in mutterings as she pass’d—</div>
+      <div class='line'>There, in that awful place, when each had quaff’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>And pledg’d in silence such a fearful draught,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Such—oh! the look and taste of that red bowl</div>
+      <div class='line'>Will haunt her till she dies—he bound her soul</div>
+      <div class='line'>By a dark oath, in hell’s own language fram’d,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Never, while earth his mystic presence claim’d,</div>
+      <div class='line'>While the blue arch of day hung o’er them both,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_29'>29</span>Never, by that all-imprecating oath,</div>
+      <div class='line'>In joy or sorrow from his side to sever.—</div>
+      <div class='line'>She swore, and the wide charnel echoed, “Never, never!”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>From that dread hour, entirely, wildly given</div>
+      <div class='line'>To him and—she believ’d, lost maid!—to Heaven;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Her brain, her heart, her passions all inflam’d,</div>
+      <div class='line'>How proud she stood, when in full Haram nam’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>The Priestess of the Faith!—how flash’d her eyes</div>
+      <div class='line'>With light, alas! that was not of the skies,</div>
+      <div class='line'>When round, in trances, only less than hers,</div>
+      <div class='line'>She saw the Haram kneel, her prostrate worshippers!</div>
+      <div class='line'>Well might <span class='sc'>Mokanna</span> think that form alone</div>
+      <div class='line'>Had spells enough to make the world his own:—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Light, lovely limbs, to which the spirit’s play</div>
+      <div class='line'>Gave motion, airy as the dancing spray,</div>
+      <div class='line'>When from its stem the small bird wings away:</div>
+      <div class='line'>Lips in whose rosy labyrinth, when she smil’d,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The soul was lost; and blushes, swift and wild</div>
+      <div class='line'>As are the momentary meteors sent</div>
+      <div class='line'>Across the’ uncalm, but beauteous firmament.</div>
+      <div class='line'>And then her look—oh! where’s the heart so wise</div>
+      <div class='line'>Could unbewilder’d meet those matchless eyes?</div>
+      <div class='line'>Quick, restless, strange, but exquisite withal,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like those of angels, just before their fall;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Now shadow’d with the shames of earth—now crost</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_30'>30</span>By glimpses of the Heaven her heart had lost;</div>
+      <div class='line'>In ev’ry glance there broke, without control,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The flashes of a bright, but troubled soul,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Where sensibility still wildly play’d,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like lightning, round the ruins it had made!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>And such was now young <span class='sc'>Zelica</span>—so chang’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>From her who, some years since, delighted rang’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>The almond groves that shade <span class='sc'>Bokhara’s</span> tide,</div>
+      <div class='line'>All life and bliss, with <span class='sc'>Azim</span> by her side!</div>
+      <div class='line'>So alter’d was she now, this festal day,</div>
+      <div class='line'>When, ’mid the proud Divan’s dazzling array,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The vision of that Youth whom she had lov’d,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Had wept as dead, before her breath’d and mov’d;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>When—bright, she thought, as if from Eden’s track</div>
+      <div class='line'>But half-way trodden, he had wander’d back</div>
+      <div class='line'>Again to earth, glistening with Eden’s light—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Her beauteous <span class='sc'>Azim</span> shone before her sight.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>O Reason! who shall say what spells renew,</div>
+      <div class='line'>When least we look for it, thy broken clew!</div>
+      <div class='line'>Through what small vistas o’er the darken’d brain</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thy intellectual day-beam bursts again;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And how, like forts, to which beleaguerers win</div>
+      <div class='line'>Unhop’d-for entrance through some friend within,</div>
+      <div class='line'>One clear idea, waken’d in the breast</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_31'>31</span>By memory’s magic, lets in all the rest!</div>
+      <div class='line'>Would it were thus, unhappy girl, with thee!</div>
+      <div class='line'>But though light came, it came but partially;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Enough to show the maze, in which thy sense</div>
+      <div class='line'>Wander’d about,—but not to guide it thence;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Enough to glimmer o’er the yawning wave,</div>
+      <div class='line'>But not to point the harbour which might save.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Hours of delight and peace, long left behind,</div>
+      <div class='line'>With that dear form came rushing o’er her mind;</div>
+      <div class='line'>But, oh! to think how deep her soul had gone</div>
+      <div class='line'>In shame and falsehood since those moments shone;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And, then, her oath—<em>there</em> madness lay again,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And, shuddering, back she sunk into her chain</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of mental darkness, as if blest to flee</div>
+      <div class='line'>From light, whose every glimpse was agony!</div>
+      <div class='line'>Yet, <em>one</em> relief this glance of former years</div>
+      <div class='line'>Brought, mingled with its pain,—tears, floods of tears,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Long frozen at her heart, but now like rills</div>
+      <div class='line'>Let loose in spring-time from the snowy hills,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And gushing warm, after a sleep of frost,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Through valleys where their flow had long been lost.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>Sad and subdued, for the first time her frame</div>
+      <div class='line'>Trembled with horror, when the summons came</div>
+      <div class='line'>(A summons proud and rare, which all but she,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And she, till now, had heard with ecstasy,)</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_32'>32</span>To meet <span class='sc'>Mokanna</span> at his place of prayer,</div>
+      <div class='line'>A garden oratory, cool and fair,</div>
+      <div class='line'>By the stream’s side, where still at close of day</div>
+      <div class='line'>The Prophet of the Veil retir’d to pray;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Sometimes alone—but, oftener far, with one,</div>
+      <div class='line'>One chosen nymph to share his orison.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>Of late none found such favour in his sight</div>
+      <div class='line'>As the young Priestess; and though, since that night</div>
+      <div class='line'>When the death-caverns echoed every tone</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of the dire oath that made her all his own,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The’ Impostor, sure of his infatuate prize,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Had, more than once, thrown off his soul’s disguise,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And utter’d such unheavenly, monstrous things,</div>
+      <div class='line'>As even across the desp’rate wanderings</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of a weak intellect, whose lamp was out,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Threw startling shadows of dismay and doubt;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Yet zeal, ambition, her tremendous vow,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The thought, still haunting her, of that bright brow,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Whose blaze, as yet from mortal eye conceal’d,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Would soon, proud triumph! be to her reveal’d,</div>
+      <div class='line'>To her alone;—and then the hope, most dear,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Most wild of all, that her transgression here</div>
+      <div class='line'>Was but a passage through earth’s grosser fire,</div>
+      <div class='line'>From which the spirit would at last aspire,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Even purer than before,—as perfumes rise</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_33'>33</span>Through flame and smoke, most welcome to the skies—</div>
+      <div class='line'>And that when <span class='sc'>Azim’s</span> fond, divine embrace</div>
+      <div class='line'>Should circle her in heaven, no dark’ning trace</div>
+      <div class='line'>Would on that bosom he once lov’d remain,</div>
+      <div class='line'>But all be bright, be pure, be <em>his</em> again!—</div>
+      <div class='line'>These were the wildering dreams, whose curst deceit</div>
+      <div class='line'>Had chain’d her soul beneath the tempter’s feet,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And made her think even damning falsehood sweet.</div>
+      <div class='line'>But now that Shape, which had appall’d her view,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That Semblance—oh, how terrible, if true!—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Which came across her frenzy’s full career</div>
+      <div class='line'>With shock of consciousness, cold, deep, severe,</div>
+      <div class='line'>As when, in northern seas, at midnight dark,</div>
+      <div class='line'>An isle of ice encounters some swift bark,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And, startling all its wretches from their sleep,</div>
+      <div class='line'>By one cold impulse hurls them to the deep;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>So came that shock not frenzy’s self could bear,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And waking up each long-lull’d image there,</div>
+      <div class='line'>But check’d her headlong soul, to sink it in despair!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>Wan and dejected, through the evening dusk,</div>
+      <div class='line'>She now went slowly to that small kiosk,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Where, pond’ring alone his impious schemes,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Mokanna</span> waited her—too wrapt in dreams</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of the fair-rip’ning future’s rich success,</div>
+      <div class='line'>To heed the sorrow, pale and spiritless,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_34'>34</span>That sat upon his victim’s downcast brow,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Or mark how slow her step, how alter’d now</div>
+      <div class='line'>From the quick, ardent Priestess, whose light bound</div>
+      <div class='line'>Came like a spirit’s o’er the’ unechoing ground,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>From that wild <span class='sc'>Zelica</span>, whose every glance</div>
+      <div class='line'>Was thrilling fire, whose every thought a trance!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div id='i-035'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i-035.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-l c022'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>Upon his couch the Veil’d <span class='sc'>Mokanna</span> lay,</div>
+      <div class='line'>While lamps around—not such as lend their ray,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Glimmering and cold, to those who nightly pray</div>
+      <div class='line'>In holy <span class='sc'>Koom</span>,<a id='r48'></a><a href='#f48' class='c012'><sup>[48]</sup></a> or <span class='sc'>Mecca’s</span> dim arcades,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>But brilliant, soft, such lights as lovely maids</div>
+      <div class='line'>Look loveliest in, shed their luxurious glow</div>
+      <div class='line'>Upon his mystic Veil’s white glittering flow.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Beside him, ’stead of beads and books of prayer,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Which the world fondly thought he mus’d on there,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Stood vases, fill’d with <span class='sc'>Kishmee’s</span><a id='r49'></a><a href='#f49' class='c012'><sup>[49]</sup></a> golden wine,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the red weepings of the <span class='sc'>Shiraz</span> vine;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of which his curtain’d lips full many a draught</div>
+      <div class='line'>Took zealously, as if each drop they quaff’d,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like <span class='sc'>Zemzem’s</span> Spring of Holiness,<a id='r50'></a><a href='#f50' class='c012'><sup>[50]</sup></a> had power</div>
+      <div class='line'>To freshen the soul’s virtues into flower!</div>
+      <div class='line'>And still he drank and ponder’d—nor could see</div>
+      <div class='line'>The’ approaching maid, so deep his reverie;</div>
+      <div class='line'>At length, with fiendish laugh, like that which broke</div>
+      <div class='line'>From <span class='sc'>Eblis</span> at the Fall of Man, he spoke:—</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_35'>35</span>“Yes, ye vile race, for hell’s amusement given,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Too mean for earth, yet claiming kin with heaven;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“God’s images, forsooth!—such gods as he</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Whom <span class='sc'>India</span> serves, the monkey deity;—<a id='r51'></a><a href='#f51' class='c012'><sup>[51]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>“Ye creatures of a breath, proud things of clay,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“To whom if <span class='sc'>Lucifer</span>, as grandams say,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Refus’d, though at the forfeit of heaven’s light,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“To bend in worship, <span class='sc'>Lucifer</span> was right!—<a id='r52'></a><a href='#f52' class='c012'><sup>[52]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>“Soon shall I plant this foot upon the neck</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Of your foul race, and without fear or check,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Luxuriating in hate, avenge my shame,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“My deep-felt, long-nurst loathing of man’s name!</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_36'>36</span>“Soon at the head of myriads, blind and fierce</div>
+      <div class='line'>“As hooded falcons, through the universe</div>
+      <div class='line'>“I’ll sweep my dark’ning, desolating way,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Weak man my instrument, curst man my prey!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Ye wise, ye learn’d, who grope your dull way on</div>
+      <div class='line'>“By the dim twinkling gleams of ages gone,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Like superstitious thieves, who think the light</div>
+      <div class='line'>“From dead men’s marrow guides them best at night—<a id='r53'></a><a href='#f53' class='c012'><sup>[53]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>“Ye shall have honours—wealth,—yes, Sages, yes—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“I know, grave fools, your wisdom’s nothingness;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Undazzled it can track yon starry sphere,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“But a gilt stick, a bawble blinds it here.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“How I shall laugh, when trumpeted along,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“In lying speech, and still more lying song,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“By these learn’d slaves, the meanest of the throng;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Their wits bought up, their wisdom shrunk so small,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“A sceptre’s puny point can wield it all!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Ye too, believers of incredible creeds,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Whose faith enshrines the monsters which it breeds;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Who, bolder even than <span class='sc'>Nemrod</span>, think to rise,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“By nonsense heap’d on nonsense, to the skies;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Ye shall have miracles, ay, sound ones too,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Seen, heard, attested, ev’ry thing—but true.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Your preaching zealots, too inspir’d to seek</div>
+      <div class='line'>“One grace of meaning for the things they speak;</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_37'>37</span>“Your martyrs, ready to shed out their blood,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“For truths too heavenly to be understood;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And your State Priests, sole vendors of the lore</div>
+      <div class='line'>“That works salvation;—as, on <span class='sc'>Ava’s</span> shore,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Where none <em>but</em> priests are privileg’d to trade</div>
+      <div class='line'>“In that best marble of which Gods are made;<a id='r54'></a><a href='#f54' class='c012'><sup>[54]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>“They shall have mysteries—ay, precious stuff</div>
+      <div class='line'>“For knaves to thrive by—mysteries enough;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Dark, tangled doctrines, dark as fraud can weave,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Which simple votaries shall on trust receive,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“While craftier feign belief, till they believe.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“A Heaven too ye must have, ye lords of dust,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“A splendid Paradise,—pure souls, ye must:</div>
+      <div class='line'>“That Prophet ill sustains his holy call,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Who finds not heavens to suit the tastes of all;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Houris for boys, omniscience for sages,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And wings and glories for all ranks and ages.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Vain things!—as lust or vanity inspires,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“The Heaven of each is but what each desires,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And, soul or sense, whate’er the object be,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Man would be man to all eternity!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“So let him—<span class='sc'>Eblis</span>! grant this crowning curse,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“But keep him what he is, no Hell were worse.”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Oh my lost soul!” exclaim’d the shuddering maid,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Whose ears had drunk like poison all he said:—</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_38'>38</span><span class='sc'>Mokanna</span> started—not abash’d, afraid,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>He knew no more of fear than one who dwells</div>
+      <div class='line'>Beneath the tropics knows of icicles!</div>
+      <div class='line'>But, in those dismal words that reach’d his ear,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Oh my lost soul!” there was a sound so drear,</div>
+      <div class='line'>So like that voice, among the sinful dead,</div>
+      <div class='line'>In which the legend o’er Hell’s Gate is read,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That, new as ’twas from her, whom nought could dim</div>
+      <div class='line'>Or sink till now, it startled even him.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Ha, my fair Priestess!”—thus, with ready wile,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The’ impostor turn’d to greet her—“thou, whose smile</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Hath inspiration in its rosy beam</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Beyond the’ Enthusiast’s hope or Prophet’s dream!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Light of the faith! who twin’st religion’s zeal</div>
+      <div class='line'>“So close with love’s, men know not which they feel,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Nor which to sigh for, in their trance of heart,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“The heaven thou preachest or the heaven thou art!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“What should I be without thee? without thee</div>
+      <div class='line'>“How dull were power, how joyless victory!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Though borne by angels, if that smile of thine</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Bless’d not my banner, ’twere but half divine.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“But—why so mournful, child? those eyes, that shone</div>
+      <div class='line'>“All life last night—what!—is their glory gone?</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Come, come—this morn’s fatigue hath made them pale,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“They want rekindling—suns themselves would fail,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_39'>39</span>“Did not their comets bring, as I to thee,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“From light’s own fount supplies of brilliancy.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Thou seest this cup—no juice of earth is here,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“But the pure waters of that upper sphere,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Whose rills o’er ruby beds and topaz flow,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Catching the gem’s bright colour as they go.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Nightly my Genii come and fill these urns—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Nay, drink—in every drop life’s essence burns;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“’Twill make that soul all fire, those eyes all light—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Come, come, I want thy loveliest smiles to-night:—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“There is a youth—why start?—thou saw’st him then;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Look’d he not nobly? such the godlike men</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Thou’lt have to woo thee in the bowers above;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Though <em>he</em>, I fear, hath thoughts too stern for love,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Too rul’d by that cold enemy of bliss</div>
+      <div class='line'>“The world calls virtue—we must conquer this;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Nay, shrink not, pretty sage! ’tis not for thee</div>
+      <div class='line'>“To scan the mazes of Heaven’s mystery:</div>
+      <div class='line'>“The steel must pass through fire, ere it can yield</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Fit instruments for mighty hands to wield.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“This very night I mean to try the art</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Of powerful beauty on that warrior’s heart.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“All that my Haram boasts of bloom and wit,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Of skill and charms, most rare and exquisite,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Shall tempt the boy;—young <span class='sc'>Mirzala’s</span> blue eyes,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Whose sleepy lid like snow on violets lies;</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_40'>40</span>“<span class='sc'>Arouya’s</span> cheeks, warm as a spring-day sun,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And lips that, like the seal of <span class='sc'>Solomon</span>,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Have magic in their pressure; <span class='sc'>Zeba’s</span> lute,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And <span class='sc'>Lilla’s</span> dancing feet, that gleam and shoot</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Rapid and white as sea-birds o’er the deep—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“All shall combine their witching powers to steep</div>
+      <div class='line'>“My convert’s spirit in that soft’ning trance,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“From which to heaven is but the next advance;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“That glowing, yielding fusion of the breast,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“On which Religion stamps her image best.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“But hear me, Priestess!—though each nymph of these</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Hath some peculiar, practis’d power to please,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Some glance or step which, at the mirror tried,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“First charms herself, then all the world beside;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“There still wants <em>one</em>, to make the victory sure,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“One who in every look joins every lure;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Through whom all beauty’s beams concentred pass,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Dazzling and warm, as through love’s burning glass;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Whose gentle lips persuade without a word,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Whose words, ev’n when unmeaning, are ador’d,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Like inarticulate breathings from a shrine,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Which our faith takes for granted are divine!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Such is the nymph we want, all warmth and light,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“To crown the rich temptations of to-night;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Such the refin’d enchantress that must be</div>
+      <div class='line'>“This hero’s vanquisher,—and thou art she!”</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div id='i-041'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_41'>41</span>
+<img src='images/i-041.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-l c022'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>With her hands clasp’d, her lips apart and pale,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The maid had stood, gazing upon the Veil</div>
+      <div class='line'>From which these words, like south winds through a fence</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of Kerzrah flowers, came fill’d with pestilence;<a id='r55'></a><a href='#f55' class='c012'><sup>[55]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>So boldly utter’d too! as if all dread</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of frowns from her, of virtuous frowns, were fled,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the wretch felt assur’d that, once plung’d in,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Her woman’s soul would know no pause in sin!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>At first, though mute she listen’d, like a dream</div>
+      <div class='line'>Seem’d all he said: nor could her mind, whose beam</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_42'>42</span>As yet was weak, penetrate half his scheme.</div>
+      <div class='line'>But when, at length, he utter’d, “Thou art she!”</div>
+      <div class='line'>All flash’d at once, and shrieking piteously,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Oh not for worlds!” she cried—“Great God! to whom</div>
+      <div class='line'>“I once knelt innocent, is this my doom?</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Are all my dreams, my hopes of heavenly bliss,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“My purity, my pride, then come to this,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“To live, the wanton of a fiend! to be</div>
+      <div class='line'>“The pander of his guilt—oh infamy!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And sunk, myself, as low as hell can steep</div>
+      <div class='line'>“In its hot flood, drag others down as deep!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Others—ha! yes—that youth who came to-day—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“<em>Not</em> him I lov’d—not him—oh! do but say,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“But swear to me this moment ’tis not he,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And I will serve, dark fiend, will worship even thee!”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Beware, young raving thing!—in time beware,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Nor utter what I cannot, must not bear,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Even from <em>thy</em> lips. Go—try thy lute, thy voice,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“The boy must feel their magic;—I rejoice</div>
+      <div class='line'>“To see those fires, no matter whence they rise,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Once more illuming my fair Priestess’ eyes;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And should the youth, whom soon those eyes shall warm,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“<em>Indeed</em> resemble thy dead lover’s form,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“So much the happier wilt thou find thy doom,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“As one warm lover, full of life and bloom,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_43'>43</span>“Excels ten thousand cold ones in the tomb.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Nay, nay, no frowning, sweet!—those eyes were made</div>
+      <div class='line'>“For love, not anger—I must be obey’d.”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Obey’d!—’tis well—yes, I deserve it all—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“On me, on me Heaven’s vengeance cannot fall</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Too heavily—but <span class='sc'>Azim</span>, brave and true</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And beautiful—must <em>he</em> be ruin’d too?</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Must <em>he</em> too, glorious as he is, be driven</div>
+      <div class='line'>“A renegade like me from Love and Heaven?</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Like me?—weak wretch, I wrong him—not like me;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“No—he’s all truth and strength and purity!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Fill up your madd’ning hell-cup to the brim,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Its witch’ry, fiends, will have no charm for him.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Let loose your glowing wantons from their bowers,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“He loves, he loves, and can defy their powers!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Wretch as I am, in <em>his</em> heart still I reign</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Pure as when first we met, without a stain!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Though ruin’d—lost—my memory, like a charm</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Left by the dead, still keeps his soul from harm.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Oh! never let him know how deep the brow</div>
+      <div class='line'>“He kiss’d at parting is dishonour’d now;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Ne’er tell him how debas’d, how sunk is she,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Whom once he lov’d—once!—<em>still</em> loves dotingly.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Thou laugh’st, tormentor,—what!—thou’lt brand my name?</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_44'>44</span>“Do, do—in vain—he’ll not believe my shame—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“He thinks me true, that nought beneath God’s sky</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Could tempt or change me, and—so once thought I.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“But this is past—though worse than death my lot,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Than hell—’tis nothing while <em>he</em> knows it not.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Far off to some benighted land I’ll fly,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Where sunbeam ne’er shall enter till I die;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Where none will ask the lost one whence she came,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“But I may fade and fall without a name.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And thou—curst man or fiend, whate’er thou art,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Who found’st this burning plague-spot in my heart,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And spread’st it—oh, so quick!—through soul and frame,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“With more than demon’s art, till I became</div>
+      <div class='line'>“A loathsome thing, all pestilence, all flame!—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“If when I’m gone⸺”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class="vanish">“If when I’m gone⸺”</span>“Hold, fearless maniac, hold,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Nor tempt my rage—by Heaven, not half so bold</div>
+      <div class='line'>“The puny bird, that dares with teasing hum</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Within the crocodile’s stretch’d jaws to come!<a id='r56'></a><a href='#f56' class='c012'><sup>[56]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>“And so thou’lt fly, forsooth?—what!—give up all</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Thy chaste dominion in the Haram Hall,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Where now to Love and now to <span class='sc'>Alla</span> given,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Half mistress and half saint, thou hang’st as even</div>
+      <div class='line'>“As doth <span class='sc'>Medina’s</span> tomb, ’twixt hell and heaven!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Thou’lt fly!—as easily may reptiles run,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_45'>45</span>“The gaunt snake once hath fix’d his eyes upon;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“As easily, when caught, the prey may be</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Pluck’d from his loving folds, as thou from me.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“No, no, ’tis fix’d—let good or ill betide,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Thou’rt mine till death, till death <span class='sc'>Mokanna’s</span> bride!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Hast thou forgot thy oath?”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class="vanish">“Hast thou forgot thy oath?”</span>At this dread word,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The Maid, whose spirit his rude taunts had stirr’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>Through all its depth, and rous’d an anger there,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That burst and lighten’d ev’n through her despair—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Shrunk back, as if a blight were in the breath</div>
+      <div class='line'>That spoke that word, and stagger’d, pale as death.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Yes, my sworn bride, let others seek in bowers</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Their bridal place—the charnel vault was ours!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Instead of scents and balms, for thee and me</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Rose the rich steams of sweet mortality;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Gay, flickering death-lights shone while we were wed,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And, for our guests, a row of goodly Dead.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“(Immortal spirits in their time, no doubt,)</div>
+      <div class='line'>“From reeking shrouds upon the rite look’d out!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“That oath thou heard’st more lips than thine repeat—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“That cup—thou shudd’rest, Lady,—was it sweet?</div>
+      <div class='line'>“That cup we pledg’d, the charnel’s choicest wine,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Hath bound thee—ay—body and soul all mine;</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_46'>46</span>“Bound thee by chains that, whether blest or curst</div>
+      <div class='line'>“No matter now, not hell itself shall burst!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Hence, woman, to the Haram, and look gay,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Look wild, look—any thing but sad; yet stay—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“One moment more—from what this night hath pass’d,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“I see thou know’st me, know’st me <em>well</em> at last.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Ha! ha! and so, fond thing, thou thought’st all true,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And that I love mankind?—I do, I do—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“As victims, love them; as the sea-dog doats</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Upon the small, sweet fry that round him floats;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Or, as the Nile-bird loves the slime that gives</div>
+      <div class='line'>“That rank and venomous food on which she lives!<a id='r57'></a><a href='#f57' class='c012'><sup>[57]</sup></a>—</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>“And, now thou seest my <em>soul’s</em> angelic hue,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“’Tis time these <em>features</em> were uncurtain’d too;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“This brow, whose light—oh rare celestial light!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Hath been reserv’d to bless thy favour’d sight;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“These dazzling eyes, before whose shrouded might</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Thou’st seen immortal Man kneel down and quake—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Would that they <em>were</em> heaven’s lightnings for his sake!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“But turn and look—then wonder, if thou wilt,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“That I should hate, should take revenge, by guilt,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Upon the hand, whose mischief or whose mirth</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Sent me thus maim’d and monstrous upon earth;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And on that race who, though more vile they be</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Than mowing apes, are demi-gods to me!</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_47'>47</span>“Here—judge if hell, with all its power to damn,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Can add one curse to the foul thing I am!”</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div id='i-047'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i-047.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-l c022'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>He raised his veil—the Maid turn’d slowly round,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Look’d at him—shriek’d—and sunk upon the ground!</div>
+      <div class='line'></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='pbb'>
+ <hr class='pb c001'>
+</div>
+<p class='c018'><span class='pageno' id='Page_48'>48</span>On their arrival, next night, at the place of encampment,
+they were surprised and delighted to find the groves all
+around illuminated; some artists of Yamtcheou<a id='r58'></a><a href='#f58' class='c012'><sup>[58]</sup></a> having
+been sent on previously for the purpose. On each side
+of the green alley, which led to the Royal Pavilion,
+artificial sceneries of bamboo-work<a id='r59'></a><a href='#f59' class='c012'><sup>[59]</sup></a> were erected, representing
+arches, minarets, and towers, from which hung
+thousands of silken lanterns, painted by the most delicate
+pencils of Canton.—Nothing could be more beautiful
+than the leaves of the mango-trees and acacias, shining
+in the light of the bamboo-scenery, which shed a lustre
+round as soft as that of the nights of Peristan.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'><span class='sc'>Lalla Rookh</span>, however, who was too much occupied
+by the sad story of <span class='sc'>Zelica</span> and her lover, to give a
+thought to anything else, except, perhaps, him who related
+it, hurried on through this scene of splendour to
+her pavilion,—greatly to the mortification of the poor
+artists of Yamtcheou,—and was followed with equal
+rapidity by the Great Chamberlain, cursing, as he went,
+that ancient Mandarin, whose parental anxiety in lighting
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_49'>49</span>up the shores of the lake, where his beloved daughter
+had wandered and been lost, was the origin of these
+fantastic Chinese illuminations.<a id='r60'></a><a href='#f60' class='c012'><sup>[60]</sup></a></p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Without a moment’s delay, young <span class='sc'>Feramorz</span> was introduced,
+and <span class='sc'>Fadladeen</span>, who could never make up
+his mind as to the merits of a poet till he knew the
+religious sect to which he belonged, was about to ask
+him whether he was a Shia or a Sooni, when <span class='sc'>Lalla
+Rookh</span> impatiently clapped her hands for silence, and
+the youth, being seated upon the musnud near her, proceeded:—</p>
+
+<div class='pbb'>
+ <hr class='pb c001'>
+</div>
+<div id='i-050'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_50'>50</span>
+<img src='images/i-050.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c021'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Prepare thy soul, young <span class='sc'>Azim</span>!—thou hast brav’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>The bands of <span class='sc'>Greece</span>, still mighty though enslav’d;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Hast fac’d her phalanx, arm’d with all its fame,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Her Macedonian pikes and globes of flame;</div>
+      <div class='line'>All this hast fronted, with firm heart and brow,</div>
+      <div class='line'>But a more perilous trial waits thee now,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Woman’s bright eyes, a dazzling host of eyes</div>
+      <div class='line'>From every land where woman smiles or sighs;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of every hue, as Love may chance to raise</div>
+      <div class='line'>His black or azure banner in their blaze;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And each sweet mode of warfare, from the flash</div>
+      <div class='line'>That lightens boldly through the shadowy lash,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_51'>51</span>To the sly, stealing splendours, almost hid,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like swords half-sheath’d, beneath the downcast lid:—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Such, <span class='sc'>Azim</span>, is the lovely, luminous host</div>
+      <div class='line'>Now led against thee; and, let conquerors boast</div>
+      <div class='line'>Their fields of fame, he who in virtue arms</div>
+      <div class='line'>A young, warm spirit against beauty’s charms,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Who feels her brightness, yet defies her thrall,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Is the best, bravest conqueror of them all.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>Now, through the Haram chambers, moving lights</div>
+      <div class='line'>And busy shapes proclaim the toilet’s rites;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>From room to room the ready handmaids hie,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Some skill’d to wreath the turban tastefully,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Or hang the veil, in negligence of shade,</div>
+      <div class='line'>O’er the warm blushes of the youthful maid,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Who, if between the folds but <em>one</em> eye shone,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like <span class='sc'>Seba’s</span> Queen could vanquish with that one:—<a id='r61'></a><a href='#f61' class='c012'><sup>[61]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>While some bring leaves of Henna, to imbue</div>
+      <div class='line'>The fingers’ ends with a bright roseate hue,<a id='r62'></a><a href='#f62' class='c012'><sup>[62]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>So bright, that in the mirror’s depth they seem</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like tips of coral branches in the stream;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And others mix the Kohol’s jetty dye,</div>
+      <div class='line'>To give that long, dark languish to the eye,<a id='r63'></a><a href='#f63' class='c012'><sup>[63]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>Which makes the maids, whom kings are proud to cull</div>
+      <div class='line'>From fair Circassia’s vales, so beautiful.</div>
+      <div class='line'>All is in motion; rings and plumes and pearls</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_52'>52</span>Are shining every where:—some younger girls</div>
+      <div class='line'>Are gone by moonlight to the garden beds,</div>
+      <div class='line'>To gather fresh, cool chaplets for their heads;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Gay creatures! sweet, though mournful, ’tis to see</div>
+      <div class='line'>How each prefers a garland from that tree</div>
+      <div class='line'>Which brings to mind her childhood’s innocent day,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the dear fields and friendships far away.</div>
+      <div class='line'>The maid of <span class='sc'>India</span>, blest again to hold</div>
+      <div class='line'>In her full lap the Champac’s leaves of gold,<a id='r64'></a><a href='#f64' class='c012'><sup>[64]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>Thinks of the time when, by the <span class='sc'>Ganges’</span> flood,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Her little playmates scatter’d many a bud</div>
+      <div class='line'>Upon her long black hair, with glossy gleam</div>
+      <div class='line'>Just dripping from the consecrated stream;</div>
+      <div class='line'>While the young Arab, haunted by the smell</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of her own mountain flowers, as by a spell,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>The sweet Elcaya,<a id='r65'></a><a href='#f65' class='c012'><sup>[65]</sup></a> and that courteous tree</div>
+      <div class='line'>Which bows to all who seek its canopy,<a id='r66'></a><a href='#f66' class='c012'><sup>[66]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>Sees, call’d up round her by these magic scents,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The well, the camels, and her father’s tents;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Sighs for the home she left with little pain,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And wishes even its sorrows back again!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div id='i-053'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i-053.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-l c022'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>Meanwhile, through vast illuminated halls,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Silent and bright, where nothing but the falls</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of fragrant waters, gushing with cool sound</div>
+      <div class='line'>From many a jasper fount, is heard around,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_53'>53</span>Young <span class='sc'>Azim</span> roams bewilder’d,—nor can guess</div>
+      <div class='line'>What means this maze of light and loneliness.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Here, the way leads, o’er tessellated floors</div>
+      <div class='line'>Or mats of <span class='sc'>Cairo</span>, through long corridors,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Where, rang’d in cassolets and silver urns,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Sweet wood of aloe or of sandal burns;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And spicy rods, such as illume at night</div>
+      <div class='line'>The bowers of <span class='sc'>Tibet</span>,<a id='r67'></a><a href='#f67' class='c012'><sup>[67]</sup></a> send forth odorous light,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like Peris’ wands, when pointing out the road</div>
+      <div class='line'>For some pure Spirit to its blest abode:—</div>
+      <div class='line'>And here, at once, the glittering saloon</div>
+      <div class='line'>Bursts on his sight, boundless and bright as noon;</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_54'>54</span>Where, in the midst, reflecting back the rays</div>
+      <div class='line'>In broken rainbows, a fresh fountain plays</div>
+      <div class='line'>High as the’ enamell’d cupola, which towers</div>
+      <div class='line'>All rich with Arabesques of gold and flowers:</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the mosaic floor beneath shines through</div>
+      <div class='line'>The sprinkling of that fountain’s silv’ry dew,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like the wet, glistening shells, of every dye,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That on the margin of the Red Sea lie.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>Here too he traces the kind visitings</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of woman’s love in those fair, living things</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of land and wave, whose fate—in bondage thrown</div>
+      <div class='line'>For their weak loveliness—is like her own!</div>
+      <div class='line'>On one side gleaming with a sudden grace</div>
+      <div class='line'>Through water, brilliant as the crystal vase</div>
+      <div class='line'>In which it undulates, small fishes shine,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like golden ingots from a fairy mine;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>While, on the other, latticed lightly in</div>
+      <div class='line'>With odoriferous woods of <span class='sc'>Comorin</span>,<a id='r68'></a><a href='#f68' class='c012'><sup>[68]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>Each brilliant bird that wings the air is seen;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Gay, sparkling loories, such as gleam between</div>
+      <div class='line'>The crimson blossoms of the coral tree<a id='r69'></a><a href='#f69' class='c012'><sup>[69]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>In the warm Isles of India’s sunny sea:</div>
+      <div class='line'>Mecca’s blue sacred pigeon,<a id='r70'></a><a href='#f70' class='c012'><sup>[70]</sup></a> and the thrush</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of Hindostan,<a id='r71'></a><a href='#f71' class='c012'><sup>[71]</sup></a> whose holy warblings gush,</div>
+      <div class='line'>At evening, from the tall pagoda’s top;—</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_55'>55</span>Those golden birds that, in the spice-time, drop</div>
+      <div class='line'>About the gardens, drunk with that sweet food<a id='r72'></a><a href='#f72' class='c012'><sup>[72]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>Whose scent hath lur’d them o’er the summer flood;<a id='r73'></a><a href='#f73' class='c012'><sup>[73]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>And those that under Araby’s soft sun</div>
+      <div class='line'>Build their high nests of budding cinnamon:<a id='r74'></a><a href='#f74' class='c012'><sup>[74]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>In short, all rare and beauteous things, that fly</div>
+      <div class='line'>Through the pure element, here calmly lie</div>
+      <div class='line'>Sleeping in light, like the green birds<a id='r75'></a><a href='#f75' class='c012'><sup>[75]</sup></a> that dwell</div>
+      <div class='line'>In Eden’s radiant fields of asphodel!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>So on, through scenes past all imagining,</div>
+      <div class='line'>More like the luxuries of that impious King,<a id='r76'></a><a href='#f76' class='c012'><sup>[76]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>Whom Death’s dark angel, with his lightning torch,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Struck down and blasted even in Pleasure’s porch,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Than the pure dwelling of a Prophet sent,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Arm’d with Heaven’s sword, for man’s enfranchisement—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Young <span class='sc'>Azim</span> wander’d, looking sternly round,</div>
+      <div class='line'>His simple garb and war-boots’ clanking sound</div>
+      <div class='line'>But ill according with the pomp and grace</div>
+      <div class='line'>And silent lull of that voluptuous place.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Is this, then,” thought the youth, “is this the way</div>
+      <div class='line'>“To free man’s spirit from the dead’ning sway</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Of worldly sloth,—to teach him while he lives,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“To know no bliss but that which virtue gives,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And when he dies, to leave his lofty name</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_56'>56</span>“A light, a landmark on the cliffs of fame?</div>
+      <div class='line'>“It was not so, Land of the generous thought</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And daring deed, thy godlike sages taught;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“It was not thus, in bowers of wanton ease,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Thy Freedom nurs’d her sacred energies;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Oh! not beneath the’ enfeebling, withering glow</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Of such dull luxury did those myrtles grow,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“With which she wreath’d her sword, when she would dare</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Immortal deeds; but in the bracing air</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Of toil,—of temperance,—of that high, rare,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Ethereal virtue, which alone can breathe</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Life, health, and lustre into Freedom’s wreath.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Who, that surveys this span of earth we press,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“This speck of life in time’s great wilderness,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“This narrow isthmus ’twixt two boundless seas,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“The past, the future, two eternities!—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Would sully the bright spot, or leave it bare,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“When he might build him a proud temple there,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“A name, that long shall hallow all its space,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And be each purer soul’s high resting-place?</div>
+      <div class='line'>“But no—it cannot be, that one, whom God</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Hath sent to break the wizard Falsehood’s rod,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“A Prophet of the Truth, whose mission draws</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Its rights from Heaven, should thus profane its cause</div>
+      <div class='line'>“With the world’s vulgar pomps;—no, no,—I see—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“He thinks me weak—this glare of luxury</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_57'>57</span>“Is but to tempt, to try the eaglet gaze</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Of my young soul—shine on, ’twill stand the blaze!”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>So thought the youth;—but, ev’n while he defied</div>
+      <div class='line'>This witching scene, he felt its witchery glide</div>
+      <div class='line'>Through ev’ry sense. The perfume breathing round,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like a pervading spirit;—the still sound</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of falling waters, lulling as the song</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of Indian bees at sunset, when they throng</div>
+      <div class='line'>Around the fragrant <span class='sc'>Nilica</span>, and deep</div>
+      <div class='line'>In its blue blossoms hum themselves to sleep;<a id='r77'></a><a href='#f77' class='c012'><sup>[77]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>And music, too—dear music! that can touch</div>
+      <div class='line'>Beyond all else the soul that loves it much—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Now heard far off, so far as but to seem</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like the faint, exquisite music of a dream;</div>
+      <div class='line'>All was too much for him, too full of bliss,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The heart could nothing feel, that felt not this;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Soften’d he sunk upon a couch, and gave</div>
+      <div class='line'>His soul up to sweet thoughts, like wave on wave</div>
+      <div class='line'>Succeeding to smooth seas, when storms are laid;</div>
+      <div class='line'>He thought of <span class='sc'>Zelica</span>, his own dear maid,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And of the time, when, full of blissful sighs,</div>
+      <div class='line'>They sat and look’d into each other’s eyes,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Silent and happy—as if God had given</div>
+      <div class='line'>Nought else worth looking at on this side heaven.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'><span class='pageno' id='Page_58'>58</span>“Oh, my lov’d mistress, thou, whose spirit still</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Is with me, round me, wander where I will—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“It is for thee, for thee alone I seek</div>
+      <div class='line'>“The paths of glory; to light up thy cheek</div>
+      <div class='line'>“With warm approval—in that gentle look</div>
+      <div class='line'>“To read my praise, as in an angel’s book,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And think all toils rewarded, when from thee</div>
+      <div class='line'>“I gain a smile worth immortality!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“How shall I bear the moment when restor’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>“To that young heart where I alone am Lord,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Though of such bliss unworthy,—since the best</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Alone deserve to be the happiest;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“When from those lips, unbreath’d upon for years,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“I shall again kiss off the soul-felt tears,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And find those tears warm as when last they started,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Those sacred kisses pure as when we parted?</div>
+      <div class='line'>“O my own life!—why should a single day,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“A moment keep me from those arms away?”</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div id='i-059'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i-059.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-l c022'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>While thus he thinks, still nearer on the breeze</div>
+      <div class='line'>Come those delicious, dream-like harmonies,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Each note of which but adds new, downy links</div>
+      <div class='line'>To the soft chain in which his spirit sinks.</div>
+      <div class='line'>He turns him tow’rd the sound, and far away</div>
+      <div class='line'>Through a long vista, sparkling with the play</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of countless lamps,—like the rich track which Day</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_59'>59</span>Leaves on the waters, when he sinks from us,</div>
+      <div class='line'>So long the path, its light so tremulous;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>He sees a group of female forms advance,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Some chain’d together in the mazy dance</div>
+      <div class='line'>By fetters, forg’d in the green sunny bowers,</div>
+      <div class='line'>As they were captives to the King of Flowers;<a id='r78'></a><a href='#f78' class='c012'><sup>[78]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_60'>60</span>And some disporting round, unlink’d and free,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Who seem’d to mock their sisters’ slavery;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And round and round them still, in wheeling flight,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Went, like gay moths about a lamp at night;</div>
+      <div class='line'>While others walk’d, as gracefully along</div>
+      <div class='line'>Their feet kept time, the very soul of song,</div>
+      <div class='line'>From psaltery, pipe, and lutes of heavenly thrill,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Or their own youthful voices, heavenlier still.</div>
+      <div class='line'>And now they come, now pass before his eye,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Forms such as Nature moulds, when she would vie</div>
+      <div class='line'>With Fancy’s pencil, and give birth to things</div>
+      <div class='line'>Lovely beyond its fairest picturings.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Awhile they dance before him, then divide,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Breaking, like rosy clouds at even-tide</div>
+      <div class='line'>Around the rich pavilion of the sun,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Till silently dispersing, one by one</div>
+      <div class='line'>Through many a path, that from the chamber leads</div>
+      <div class='line'>To gardens, terraces, and moonlight meads,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Their distant laughter comes upon the wind,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And but one trembling nymph remains behind,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Beck’ning them back in vain, for they are gone,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And she is left in all that light alone;</div>
+      <div class='line'>No veil to curtain o’er her beauteous brow,</div>
+      <div class='line'>In its young bashfulness more beauteous now;</div>
+      <div class='line'>But a light golden chain-work round her hair,<a id='r79'></a><a href='#f79' class='c012'><sup>[79]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>Such as the maids of <span class='sc'>Yezd</span><a id='r80'></a><a href='#f80' class='c012'><sup>[80]</sup></a> and <span class='sc'>Shiras</span> wear,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_61'>61</span>From which, on either side, gracefully hung</div>
+      <div class='line'>A golden amulet, in the Arab tongue,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Engraven o’er with some immortal line</div>
+      <div class='line'>From Holy Writ, or bard scarce less divine;</div>
+      <div class='line'>While her left hand, as shrinkingly she stood,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Held a small lute of gold and sandal-wood,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Which, once or twice, she touch’d with hurried strain,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Then took her trembling fingers off again.</div>
+      <div class='line'>But when at length a timid glance she stole</div>
+      <div class='line'>At <span class='sc'>Azim</span>, the sweet gravity of soul</div>
+      <div class='line'>She saw through all his features calm’d her fear,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And, like a half-tam’d antelope, more near,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Though shrinking still, she came;—then sat her down</div>
+      <div class='line'>Upon a musnud’s<a id='r81'></a><a href='#f81' class='c012'><sup>[81]</sup></a> edge, and, bolder grown,</div>
+      <div class='line'>In the pathetic mode of <span class='sc'>Isfahan</span><a id='r82'></a><a href='#f82' class='c012'><sup>[82]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>Touch’d a preluding strain, and thus began:—</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class='c023'>
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+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>There’s a bower of roses by <span class='sc'>Bendemeer’s</span><a id='r83'></a><a href='#f83' class='c012'><sup>[83]</sup></a> stream,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And the nightingale sings round it all the day long;</div>
+      <div class='line'>In the time of my childhood ’twas like a sweet dream,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>To sit in the roses and hear the bird’s song.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>That bower and its music I never forget,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>But oft when alone in the bloom of the year,</div>
+      <div class='line'>I think—is the nightingale singing there yet?</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Are the roses still bright by the calm <span class='sc'>Bendemeer</span>?</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_62'>62</span>No, the roses soon wither’d that hung o’er the wave,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>But some blossoms were gather’d, while freshly they shone,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And a dew was distill’d from their flowers, that gave</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>All the fragrance of summer, when summer was gone.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Thus memory draws from delight, ere it dies,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>An essence that breathes of it many a year;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thus bright to my soul, as ’twas then to my eyes,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Is that bower on the banks of the calm <span class='sc'>Bendemeer</span>.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class='c023'>
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+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div id='i-062'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i-062.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
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+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'><span class='pageno' id='Page_63'>63</span>“Poor maiden!” thought the youth, “if thou wert sent,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“With thy soft lute and beauty’s blandishment,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“To wake unholy wishes in this heart,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Or tempt its truth, thou little know’st the art.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“For though thy lip should sweetly counsel wrong,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Those vestal eyes would disavow its song.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“But thou hast breath’d such purity, thy lay</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Returns so fondly to youth’s virtuous day,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And leads thy soul—if e’er it wander’d thence—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“So gently back to its first innocence,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“That I would sooner stop the unchained dove,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“When swift returning to its home of love,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And round its snowy wing new fetters twine,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Than turn from virtue one pure wish of thine!”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>Scarce had this feeling pass’d, when, sparkling through</div>
+      <div class='line'>The gently open’d curtains of light blue</div>
+      <div class='line'>That veil’d the breezy casement, countless eyes,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Peeping like stars through the blue evening skies,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Look’d laughing in, as if to mock the pair</div>
+      <div class='line'>That sat so still and melancholy there:—</div>
+      <div class='line'>And now the curtains fly apart, and in</div>
+      <div class='line'>From the cool air, ’mid showers of jessamine</div>
+      <div class='line'>Which those without fling after them in play,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Two lightsome maidens spring,—lightsome as they</div>
+      <div class='line'>Who live in the’ air on odours,—and around</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_64'>64</span>The bright saloon, scarce conscious of the ground,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Chase one another, in a varying dance</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of mirth and languor, coyness and advance,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Too eloquently like love’s warm pursuit:—</div>
+      <div class='line'>While she, who sung so gently to the lute</div>
+      <div class='line'>Her dream of home, steals timidly away,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Shrinking as violets do in summer’s ray,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>But takes with her from <span class='sc'>Azim’s</span> heart that sigh</div>
+      <div class='line'>We sometimes give to forms that pass us by</div>
+      <div class='line'>In the world’s crowd, too lovely to remain,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Creatures of light we never see again!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>Around the white necks of the nymphs who danc’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>Hung carcanets of orient gems, that glanc’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>More brilliant than the sea-glass glittering o’er</div>
+      <div class='line'>The hills of crystal on the Caspian shore;<a id='r84'></a><a href='#f84' class='c012'><sup>[84]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>While from their long, dark tresses, in a fall</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of curls descending, bells as musical</div>
+      <div class='line'>As those that, on the golden-shafted trees</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of <span class='sc'>Eden</span>, shake in the eternal breeze,<a id='r85'></a><a href='#f85' class='c012'><sup>[85]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>Rung round their steps, at every bound more sweet,</div>
+      <div class='line'>As ’twere the’ extatic language of their feet.</div>
+      <div class='line'>At length the chase was o’er, and they stood wreath’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>Within each other’s arms; while soft there breath’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>Through the cool casement, mingled with the sighs</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of moonlight flowers, music that seem’d to rise</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_65'>65</span>From some still lake, so liquidly it rose;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And, as it swell’d again at each faint close,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The ear could track, through all that maze of chords</div>
+      <div class='line'>And young sweet voices, these impassion’d words;—</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class='c023'>
+<div class='lg-container-l c024'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>A <span class='sc'>Spirit</span> there is, whose fragrant sigh</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Is burning now through earth and air:</div>
+      <div class='line'>Where cheeks are blushing, the Spirit is nigh;</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Where lips are meeting, the Spirit is there!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>His breath is the soul of flowers like these,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And his floating eyes—oh! <em>they</em> resemble<a id='r86'></a><a href='#f86' class='c012'><sup>[86]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>Blue water-lilies,<a id='r87'></a><a href='#f87' class='c012'><sup>[87]</sup></a> when the breeze</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Is making the stream around them tremble.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Hail to thee, hail to thee, kindling power!</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Spirit of Love, Spirit of Bliss!</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thy holiest time is the moonlight hour,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And there never was moonlight so sweet as this.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in6'>By the fair and brave</div>
+      <div class='line in8'>Who blushing unite,</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>Like the sun and wave,</div>
+      <div class='line in8'>When they meet at night;</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in6'><span class='pageno' id='Page_66'>66</span>By the tear that shows</div>
+      <div class='line in8'>When passion is nigh,</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>As the rain-drop flows</div>
+      <div class='line in8'>From the heat of the sky;</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in6'>By the first love-beat</div>
+      <div class='line in8'>Of the youthful heart,</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>By the bliss to meet,</div>
+      <div class='line in8'>And the pain to part;</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in6'>By all that thou hast</div>
+      <div class='line in8'>To mortals given,</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>Which—oh, could it last,</div>
+      <div class='line in8'>This earth were heaven!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>We call thee hither, entrancing Power!</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Spirit of Love! Spirit of Bliss!</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thy holiest time is the moonlight hour,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And there never was moonlight so sweet as this.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class='c023'>
+<div class='lg-container-l c025'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
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+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>Impatient of a scene, whose luxuries stole,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Spite of himself, too deep into his soul,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And where, midst all that the young heart loves most,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Flowers, music, smiles, to yield was to be lost,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_67'>67</span>The youth had started up, and turn’d away</div>
+      <div class='line'>From the light nymphs, and their luxurious lay,</div>
+      <div class='line'>To muse upon the pictures that hung round,—<a id='r88'></a><a href='#f88' class='c012'><sup>[88]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>Bright images, that spoke without a sound,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And views, like vistas into fairy ground.</div>
+      <div class='line'>But here again new spells came o’er his sense:—</div>
+      <div class='line'>All that the pencil’s mute omnipotence</div>
+      <div class='line'>Could call up into life, of soft and fair,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of fond and passionate, was glowing there;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Nor yet too warm, but touched with that fine art</div>
+      <div class='line'>Which paints of pleasure but the purer part;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Which knows even Beauty when half-veil’d is best,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like her own radiant planet of the west,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Whose orb when half retir’d looks loveliest.<a id='r89'></a><a href='#f89' class='c012'><sup>[89]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'><em>There</em> hung the history of the Genii-King,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Traced through each gay, voluptuous wandering</div>
+      <div class='line'>With her from <span class='sc'>Saba’s</span> bowers, in whose bright eyes</div>
+      <div class='line'>He read that to be blest is to be wise;—<a id='r90'></a><a href='#f90' class='c012'><sup>[90]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'><em>Here</em> fond <span class='sc'>Zuleika</span><a id='r91'></a><a href='#f91' class='c012'><sup>[91]</sup></a> woos with open arms</div>
+      <div class='line'>The Hebrew boy, who flies from her young charms,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Yet, flying, turns to gaze, and, half undone,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Wishes that Heaven and she could <em>both</em> be won;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And here <span class='sc'>Mohammed</span>, born for love and guile,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Forgets the Koran in his <span class='sc'>Mary’s</span> smile;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Then beckons some kind angel from above</div>
+      <div class='line'>With a new text to consecrate their love.<a id='r92'></a><a href='#f92' class='c012'><sup>[92]</sup></a></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div id='i-068'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_68'>68</span>
+<img src='images/i-068.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
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+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>With rapid step, yet pleas’d and ling’ring eye,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Did the youth pass these pictur’d stories by,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And hasten’d to a casement, where the light</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of the calm moon came in, and freshly bright</div>
+      <div class='line'>The fields without were seen, sleeping as still</div>
+      <div class='line'>As if no life remain’d in breeze or rill.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Here paus’d he, while the music, now less near,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Breath’d with a holier language on his ear,</div>
+      <div class='line'>As though the distance, and that heavenly ray</div>
+      <div class='line'>Through which the sounds came floating, took away</div>
+      <div class='line'>All that had been too earthly in the lay.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'><span class='pageno' id='Page_69'>69</span>Oh! could he listen to such sounds unmov’d,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And by that light—nor dream of her he lov’d?</div>
+      <div class='line'>Dream on, unconscious boy! while yet thou may’st;</div>
+      <div class='line'>’Tis the last bliss thy soul shall ever taste.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Clasp yet awhile her image to thy heart,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Ere all the light, that made it dear, depart.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Think of her smiles as when thou saw’st them last,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Clear, beautiful, by nought of earth o’ercast;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Recall her tears, to thee at parting given,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Pure as they weep, <em>if</em> angels weep, in Heaven.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Think, in her own still bower she waits thee now,</div>
+      <div class='line'>With the same glow of heart and bloom of brow,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Yet shrin’d in solitude—thine all, thine only,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like the one star above thee, bright and lonely.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Oh! that a dream so sweet, so long enjoy’d,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Should be so sadly, cruelly destroy’d!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>The song is hush’d, the laughing nymphs are flown,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And he is left, musing of bliss, alone;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Alone?—no, not alone—that heavy sigh,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That sob of grief, which broke from some one nigh—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Whose could it be?—alas! is misery found</div>
+      <div class='line'>Here, even here, on this enchanted ground?</div>
+      <div class='line'>He turns, and sees a female form, close veil’d,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Leaning, as if both heart and strength had fail’d,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Against a pillar near;—not glittering o’er</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_70'>70</span>With gems and wreaths, such as the others wore,</div>
+      <div class='line'>But in that deep-blue, melancholy dress,<a id='r93'></a><a href='#f93' class='c012'><sup>[93]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Bokhara’s</span> maidens wear in mindfulness</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of friends or kindred, dead or far away;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>And such as <span class='sc'>Zelica</span> had on that day</div>
+      <div class='line'>He left her—when, with heart too full to speak,</div>
+      <div class='line'>He took away her last warm tears upon his cheek.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>A strange emotion stirs within him,—more</div>
+      <div class='line'>Than mere compassion ever wak’d before;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Unconsciously he opes his arms, while she</div>
+      <div class='line'>Springs forward, as with life’s last energy,</div>
+      <div class='line'>But, swooning in that one convulsive bound,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Sinks, ere she reach his arms, upon the ground;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Her veil falls off—her faint hands clasp his knees—</div>
+      <div class='line'>’Tis she herself!—’tis <span class='sc'>Zelica</span> he sees!</div>
+      <div class='line'>But, ah, so pale, so chang’d—none but a lover</div>
+      <div class='line'>Could in that wreck of beauty’s shrine discover</div>
+      <div class='line'>The once ador’d divinity—even he</div>
+      <div class='line'>Stood for some moments mute, and doubtingly</div>
+      <div class='line'>Put back the ringlets from her brow, and gaz’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>Upon those lids, where once such lustre blaz’d,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Ere he could think she was <em>indeed</em> his own,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Own darling maid, whom he so long had known</div>
+      <div class='line'>In joy and sorrow, beautiful in both;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Who, even when grief was heaviest—when loth</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_71'>71</span>He left her for the wars—in that worst hour</div>
+      <div class='line'>Sat in her sorrow like the sweet night-flower,<a id='r94'></a><a href='#f94' class='c012'><sup>[94]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>When darkness brings its weeping glories out,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And spreads its sighs like frankincense about.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div id='i-071'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i-071.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-l c022'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Look up, my <span class='sc'>Zelica</span>—one moment show</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Those gentle eyes to me, that I may know</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_72'>72</span>“Thy life, thy loveliness is not all gone,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“But <em>there</em>, at least, shines as it ever shone.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Come, look upon thy <span class='sc'>Azim</span>—one dear glance,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Like those of old, were heaven! whatever chance</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Hath brought thee here, oh, ’twas a blessed one!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“There—my lov’d lips—they move—that kiss hath run</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Like the first shoot of life through every vein,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And now I clasp her, mine, all mine again.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Oh the delight—now, in this very hour,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“When had the whole rich world been in my power,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“I should have singled out thee, only thee,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“From the whole world’s collected treasury—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“To have thee here—to hang thus fondly o’er</div>
+      <div class='line'>“My own, best, purest <span class='sc'>Zelica</span> once more!”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>It was indeed the touch of those fond lips</div>
+      <div class='line'>Upon her eyes that chas’d their short eclipse,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And, gradual as the snow, at Heaven’s breath,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Melts off and shows the azure flowers beneath,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Her lids unclos’d, and the bright eyes were seen</div>
+      <div class='line'>Gazing on his—not, as they late had been,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Quick, restless, wild, but mournfully serene;</div>
+      <div class='line'>As if to lie, even for that tranced minute,</div>
+      <div class='line'>So near his heart, had consolation in it;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And thus to wake in his belov’d caress</div>
+      <div class='line'>Took from her soul one half its wretchedness.</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_73'>73</span>But, when she heard him call her good and pure,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Oh, ’twas too much—too dreadful to endure!</div>
+      <div class='line'>Shudd’ring she broke away from his embrace,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And, hiding with both hands her guilty face,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Said, in a tone whose anguish would have riven</div>
+      <div class='line'>A heart of very marble, “Pure!—oh Heaven!”—</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>That tone—those looks so chang’d—the withering blight,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That sin and sorrow leave where’er they light;</div>
+      <div class='line'>The dead despondency of those sunk eyes,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Where once, had he thus met her by surprise,</div>
+      <div class='line'>He would have seen himself, too happy boy,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Reflected in a thousand lights of joy;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And then the place,—that bright, unholy place,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Where vice lay hid beneath each winning grace</div>
+      <div class='line'>And charm of luxury, as the viper weaves</div>
+      <div class='line'>Its wily covering of sweet balsam leaves,—<a id='r95'></a><a href='#f95' class='c012'><sup>[95]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>All struck upon his heart, sudden and cold</div>
+      <div class='line'>As death itself;—it needs not to be told—</div>
+      <div class='line'>No, no—he sees it all, plain as the brand</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of burning shame can mark—whate’er the hand,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That could from Heaven and him such brightness sever,</div>
+      <div class='line'>’Tis done—to Heaven and him she’s lost for ever!</div>
+      <div class='line'>It was a dreadful moment; not the tears,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The lingering, lasting misery of years</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_74'>74</span>Could match that minute’s anguish—all the worst</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of sorrow’s elements in that dark burst</div>
+      <div class='line'>Broke o’er his soul, and, with one crash of fate,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Laid the whole hopes of his life desolate.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div id='i-075'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i-075.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-l c022'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Oh! curse me not,” she cried, as wild he toss’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>His desperate hand tow’rds Heaven—“though I am lost,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Think not that guilt, that falsehood made me fall,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“No, no—’twas grief, ’twas madness did it all!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Nay, doubt me not—though all thy love hath ceas’d—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“I know it hath—yet, yet believe, at least,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“That every spark of reason’s light must be</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Quench’d in this brain, ere I could stray from thee.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“They told me thou wert dead—why, <span class='sc'>Azim</span>, why</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Did we not, both of us, that instant die</div>
+      <div class='line'>“When we were parted? oh! could’st thou but know</div>
+      <div class='line'>“With what a deep devotedness of woe</div>
+      <div class='line'>“I wept thy absence—o’er and o’er again</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Thinking of thee, still thee, till thought grew pain,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And memory, like a drop that, night and day,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Falls cold and ceaseless, wore my heart away.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Didst thou but know how pale I sat at home,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“My eyes still turn’d the way thou wert to come,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And, all the long, long night of hope and fear,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Thy voice and step still sounding in my ear—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Oh God! thou would’st not wonder that, at last,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_75'>75</span>“When every hope was all at once o’ercast,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“When I heard frightful voices round me say</div>
+      <div class='line'>“<em>Azim is dead!</em>—this wretched brain gave way,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And I became a wreck, at random driven,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Without one glimpse of reason or of Heaven—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“All wild—and even this quenchless love within</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_76'>76</span>“Turn’d to foul fires to light me into sin!—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Thou pitiest me—I knew thou would’st—that sky</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Hath nought beneath it half so lorn as I.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“The fiend, who lur’d me hither—hist! come near,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Or thou too, <em>thou</em> art lost, if he should hear—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Told me such things—oh! with such devilish art</div>
+      <div class='line'>“As would have ruin’d even a holier heart—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Of thee, and of that ever-radiant sphere,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Where bless’d at length, if I but serv’d <em>him</em> here,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“I should for ever live in thy dear sight,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And drink from those pure eyes eternal light.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Think, think how lost, how madden’d I must be,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“To hope that guilt could lead to God or thee!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Thou weep’st for me—do weep—oh, that I durst</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Kiss off that tear! but, no—these lips are curst,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“They must not touch thee;—one divine caress,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“One blessed moment of forgetfulness</div>
+      <div class='line'>“I’ve had within those arms, and <em>that</em> shall lie,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Shrin’d in my soul’s deep memory till I die;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“The last of joy’s last relics here below,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“The one sweet drop, in all this waste of woe,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“My heart has treasur’d from affection’s spring,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“To soothe and cool its deadly withering!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“But thou—yes, thou must go—for ever go;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“This place is not for thee—for thee! oh no,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Did I but tell thee half, thy tortur’d brain</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_77'>77</span><a id='tn-qm1'></a>“Would burn like mine, and mine grow wild again!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Enough, that Guilt reigns here—that hearts, once good,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Now tainted, chill’d, and broken, are his food.—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Enough, that we are parted—that there rolls</div>
+      <div class='line'>“A flood of headlong fate between our souls,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Whose darkness severs me as wide from thee</div>
+      <div class='line'>“As hell from heaven, to all eternity!”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>“<span class='sc'>Zelica</span>, <span class='sc'>Zelica</span>!” the youth exclaim’d,</div>
+      <div class='line'>In all the tortures of a mind inflam’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>Almost to madness—“by that sacred Heaven,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Where yet, if prayers can move, thou’lt be forgiven,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“As thou art here—here, in this writhing heart,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“All sinful, wild, and ruin’d as thou art!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“By the remembrance of our once pure love,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Which, like a church-yard light, still burns above</div>
+      <div class='line'>“The grave of our lost souls—which guilt in thee</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Cannot extinguish, nor despair in me!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“I do conjure, implore thee to fly hence—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“If thou hast yet one spark of innocence,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Fly with me from this place⸺”</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class="vanish">“Fly with me from this place⸺”</span>“With thee! oh bliss!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“’Tis worth whole years of torment to hear this.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“What! take the lost one with thee?—let her rove</div>
+      <div class='line'>“By thy dear side, as in those days of love,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“When we were both so happy, both so pure—</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_78'>78</span>“Too heavenly dream! if there’s on earth a cure</div>
+      <div class='line'>“For the sunk heart, ’tis this—day after day</div>
+      <div class='line'>“To be the blest companion of thy way;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“To hear thy angel eloquence—to see</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Those virtuous eyes for ever turn’d on me;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And, in their light re-chasten’d silently,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Like the stain’d web that whitens in the sun,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Grow pure by being purely shone upon!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And thou wilt pray for me—I know thou wilt—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“At the dim vesper hour, when thoughts of guilt</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Come heaviest o’er the heart, thou’lt lift thine eyes,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Full of sweet tears, unto the dark’ning skies,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And plead for me with Heaven, till I can dare</div>
+      <div class='line'>“To fix my own weak, sinful glances there;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Till the good angels, when they see me cling</div>
+      <div class='line'>“For ever near thee, pale and sorrowing,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Shall for thy sake pronounce my soul forgiven,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And bid thee take thy weeping slave to Heaven!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Oh yes, I’ll fly with thee⸺”</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div id='i-079'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i-079.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-l c022'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class="vanish">“Oh yes, I’ll fly with thee”</span>Scarce had she said</div>
+      <div class='line'>These breathless words, when a voice deep and dread</div>
+      <div class='line'>As that of <span class='sc'>Monker</span>, waking up the dead</div>
+      <div class='line'>From their first sleep—so startling ’twas to both—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Rung through the casement near, “Thy oath! thy oath!”</div>
+      <div class='line'>Oh Heaven, the ghastliness of that Maid’s look!—</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_79'>79</span>“’Tis he,” faintly she cried, while terror shook</div>
+      <div class='line'>Her inmost core, nor durst she lift her eyes,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Though through the casement, now, nought but the skies</div>
+      <div class='line'>And moonlight fields were seen, calm as before—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“’Tis he, and I am his—all, all is o’er—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Go—fly this instant, or thou’rt ruin’d too—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“My oath, my oath, oh God! ’tis all too true,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“True as the worm in this cold heart it is—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“I am <span class='sc'>Mokanna’s</span> bride—his, <span class='sc'>Azim</span>, his—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“The Dead stood round us, while I spoke that vow,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Their blue lips echo’d it—I hear them now!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Their eyes glar’d on me, while I pledg’d that bowl,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_80'>80</span>“’Twas burning blood—I feel it in my soul!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And the Veil’d Bridegroom—hist! I’ve seen to-night</div>
+      <div class='line'>“What angels know not of—so foul a sight,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“So horrible—oh! never may’st thou see</div>
+      <div class='line'>“What <em>there</em> lies hid from all but hell and me!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“But I must hence—off, off—I am not thine,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Nor Heaven’s, nor Love’s, nor aught that is divine—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Hold me not—ha! think’st thou the fiends that sever</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Hearts, cannot sunder hands?—thus, then—for ever!”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>With all that strength, which madness lends the weak,</div>
+      <div class='line'>She flung away his arm; and, with a shriek,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Whose sound, though he should linger out more years</div>
+      <div class='line'>Than wretch e’er told, can never leave his ears—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Flew up through that long avenue of light,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Fleetly as some dark, ominous bird of night</div>
+      <div class='line'>Across the sun, and soon was out of sight!</div>
+      <div class='line'></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='pbb'>
+ <hr class='pb c001'>
+</div>
+<div id='i-081'  class='figcenter id003'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_81'>81</span>
+<img src='images/i-081.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c018'><span class='sc'>Lalla Rookh</span> could think of nothing all day but the
+misery of these two young lovers. Her gaiety was gone,
+and she looked pensively even upon <span class='sc'>Fadladeen</span>. She
+felt, too, without knowing why, a sort of uneasy pleasure
+in imagining that <span class='sc'>Azim</span> must have been just such a
+youth as <span class='sc'>Feramorz</span>; just as worthy to enjoy all the
+blessings, without any of the pangs, of that illusive
+passion which too often, like the sunny apples of Istkahar,<a id='r96'></a><a href='#f96' class='c012'><sup>[96]</sup></a>
+is all sweetness on one side, and all bitterness
+on the other.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'><span class='pageno' id='Page_82'>82</span>As they passed along a sequestered river after sunset,
+they saw a young Hindoo girl upon the bank,<a id='r97'></a><a href='#f97' class='c012'><sup>[97]</sup></a> whose
+employment seemed to them so strange, that they stopped
+their palankeens to observe her. She had lighted a
+small lamp, filled with oil of cocoa, and placing it in
+an earthen dish, adorned with a wreath of flowers, had
+committed it with a trembling hand to the stream; and
+was now anxiously watching its progress down the current,
+heedless of the gay cavalcade which had drawn up
+beside her. <span class='sc'>Lalla Rookh</span> was all curiosity;—when one
+of her attendants, who had lived upon the banks of the
+Ganges (where this ceremony is so frequent, that often,
+in the dusk of the evening, the river is seen glittering
+all over with lights, like the Oton-tala, or Sea of Stars),<a id='r98'></a><a href='#f98' class='c012'><sup>[98]</sup></a>
+informed the Princess that it was the usual way, in
+which the friends of those who had gone on dangerous
+voyages offered up vows for their safe return. If the
+lamp sunk immediately, the omen was disastrous; but
+if it went shining down the stream, and continued to
+burn until entirely out of sight, the return of the beloved
+object was considered as certain.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>  <span class='sc'>Lalla Rookh</span>, as they moved on, more than once
+looked back, to observe how the young Hindoo’s lamp
+proceeded; and, while she saw with pleasure that it was
+still unextinguished, she could not help fearing that all
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_83'>83</span>the hopes of this life were no better than that feeble
+light upon the river. The remainder of the journey was
+passed in silence. She now, for the first time, felt that
+shade of melancholy, which comes over the youthful
+maiden’s heart, as sweet and transient as her own breath
+upon a mirror; nor was it till she heard the lute of
+<span class='sc'>Feramorz</span>, touched lightly at the door of her pavilion,
+that she waked from the reverie in which she had been
+wandering. Instantly her eyes were lighted up with
+pleasure; and after a few unheard remarks from <span class='sc'>Fadladeen</span>,
+upon the indecorum of a poet seating himself in
+presence of a Princess, every thing was arranged as on
+the preceding evening and all listened with eagerness,
+while the story was thus continued:—</p>
+
+<div class='pbb'>
+ <hr class='pb c001'>
+</div>
+<div id='i-084'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_84'>84</span>
+<img src='images/i-084.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-l c021'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Whose are the gilded tents that crowd the way,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Where all was waste and silent yesterday?</div>
+      <div class='line'>This City of War, which, in a few short hours,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Hath sprung up here,<a id='r99'></a><a href='#f99' class='c012'><sup>[99]</sup></a> as if the magic powers</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of Him who, in the twinkling of a star,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Built the high pillar’d halls of <span class='sc'>Chilminar</span>,<a id='r100'></a><a href='#f100' class='c012'><sup>[100]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>Had conjur’d up, far as the eye can see,</div>
+      <div class='line'>This world of tents, and domes, and sun-bright armory:—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Princely pavilions, screen’d by many a fold</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of crimson cloth, and topp’d with balls of gold:—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Steeds, with their housings of rich silver spun,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Their chains and poitrels, glittering in the sun;</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_85'>85</span>And camels, tufted o’er with Yemen’s shells,<a id='r101'></a><a href='#f101' class='c012'><sup>[101]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>Shaking in every breeze their light-ton’d bells!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>But yester-eve, so motionless around,</div>
+      <div class='line'>So mute was this wide plain, that not a sound</div>
+      <div class='line'>But the far torrent, or the locust bird<a id='r102'></a><a href='#f102' class='c012'><sup>[102]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>Hunting among the thickets, could be heard;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Yet hark! what discords now, of every kind,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Shouts, laughs, and screams are revelling in the wind;</div>
+      <div class='line'>The neigh of cavalry;—the tinkling throngs</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of laden camels and their drivers’ songs;—<a id='r103'></a><a href='#f103' class='c012'><sup>[103]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>Ringing of arms, and flapping in the breeze</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of streamers from ten thousand canopies;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>War-music, bursting out from time to time,</div>
+      <div class='line'>With gong and tymbalon’s tremendous chime;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Or, in the pause, when harsher sounds are mute,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The mellow breathings of some horn or flute,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That far off, broken by the eagle note</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of the’ Abyssinian trumpet,<a id='r104'></a><a href='#f104' class='c012'><sup>[104]</sup></a> swell and float.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>Who leads this mighty army?—ask ye “who?”</div>
+      <div class='line'>And mark ye not those banners of dark hue,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The Night and Shadow,<a id='r105'></a><a href='#f105' class='c012'><sup>[105]</sup></a> over yonder tent?—</div>
+      <div class='line'>It is the <span class='sc'>Caliph’s</span> glorious armament.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Roused in his Palace by the dread alarms,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That hourly came, of the false Prophet’s arms,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_86'>86</span>And of his host of infidels, who hurl’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>Defiance fierce at Islam<a id='r106'></a><a href='#f106' class='c012'><sup>[106]</sup></a> and the world,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Though worn with Grecian warfare, and behind</div>
+      <div class='line'>The veils of his bright Palace calm reclin’d,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Yet brook’d he not such blasphemy should stain,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thus unreveng’d, the evening of his reign;</div>
+      <div class='line'>But, having sworn upon the Holy Grave<a id='r107'></a><a href='#f107' class='c012'><sup>[107]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>To conquer or to perish, once more gave</div>
+      <div class='line'>His shadowy banners proudly to the breeze,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And with an army, nurs’d in victories,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Here stands to crush the rebels that o’er-run</div>
+      <div class='line'>His blest and beauteous Province of the Sun.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>Ne’er did the march of <span class='sc'>Mahadi</span> display</div>
+      <div class='line'>Such pomp before;—not even when on his way</div>
+      <div class='line'>To <span class='sc'>Mecca’s</span> Temple, when both land and sea</div>
+      <div class='line'>Were spoil’d to feed the Pilgrim’s luxury;<a id='r108'></a><a href='#f108' class='c012'><sup>[108]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>When round him, ’mid the burning sands, he saw</div>
+      <div class='line'>Fruits of the North in icy freshness thaw,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And cool’d his thirsty lip, beneath the glow</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of <span class='sc'>Mecca’s</span> sun, with urns of Persian snow:<a id='r109'></a><a href='#f109' class='c012'><sup>[109]</sup></a>—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Nor e’er did armament more grand than that</div>
+      <div class='line'>Pour from the kingdoms of the Caliphat.</div>
+      <div class='line'>First, in the van, the People of the Rock,<a id='r110'></a><a href='#f110' class='c012'><sup>[110]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>On their light mountain steeds, of royal stock:<a id='r111'></a><a href='#f111' class='c012'><sup>[111]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>Then, chieftains of <span class='sc'>Damascus</span>, proud to see</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_87'>87</span>The flashing of their swords’ rich marquetry;<a id='r112'></a><a href='#f112' class='c012'><sup>[112]</sup></a>—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Men, from the regions near the <span class='sc'>Volga’s</span> mouth,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Mix’d with the rude, black archers of the South;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And Indian lancers, in white turban’d ranks,</div>
+      <div class='line'>From the far <span class='sc'>Sinde</span>, or <span class='sc'>Attock’s</span> sacred banks,</div>
+      <div class='line'>With dusky legions from the land of Myrrh,<a id='r113'></a><a href='#f113' class='c012'><sup>[113]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>And many a mace-arm’d Moor and Mid-sea islander.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>Nor less in number, though more new and rude</div>
+      <div class='line'>In warfare’s school, was the vast multitude</div>
+      <div class='line'>That, fir’d by zeal, or by oppression wrong’d,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Round the white standard of the’ impostor throng’d.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Beside his thousands of Believers—blind,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Burning and headlong as the Samiel wind—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Many who felt, and more who fear’d to feel</div>
+      <div class='line'>The bloody Islamite’s converting steel,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Flock’d to his banner;—Chiefs of the’ <span class='sc'>Uzbek</span> race,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Waving their heron crests with martial grace;<a id='r114'></a><a href='#f114' class='c012'><sup>[114]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Turkomans</span>, countless as their flocks, led forth</div>
+      <div class='line'>From the’ aromatic pastures of the North;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Wild warriors of the turquoise hills,<a id='r115'></a><a href='#f115' class='c012'><sup>[115]</sup></a>—and those</div>
+      <div class='line'>Who dwell beyond the everlasting snows</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of <span class='sc'>Hindoo Kosh</span>,<a id='r116'></a><a href='#f116' class='c012'><sup>[116]</sup></a> in stormy freedom bred,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Their fort the rock, their camp the torrent’s bed.</div>
+      <div class='line'>But none, of all who own’d the Chief’s command,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Rush’d to that battle-field with bolder hand,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_88'>88</span>Or sterner hate, than <span class='sc'>Iran’s</span> outlaw’d men,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Her Worshippers of Fire<a id='r117'></a><a href='#f117' class='c012'><sup>[117]</sup></a>—all panting then</div>
+      <div class='line'>For vengeance on the’ accursed Saracen;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Vengeance at last for their dear country spurn’d,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Her throne usurp’d, and her bright shrines o’erturned.</div>
+      <div class='line'>From <span class='sc'>Yezd’s</span><a id='r118'></a><a href='#f118' class='c012'><sup>[118]</sup></a> eternal Mansion of the Fire,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Where aged saints in dreams of Heaven expire:</div>
+      <div class='line'>From <span class='sc'>Badku</span>, and those fountains of blue flame</div>
+      <div class='line'>That burn into the <span class='sc'>Caspian</span>,<a id='r119'></a><a href='#f119' class='c012'><sup>[119]</sup></a> fierce they came,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Careless for what or whom the blow was sped,</div>
+      <div class='line'>So vengeance triumph’d, and their tyrants bled.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>Such was the wild and miscellaneous host,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That high in air their motley banners tost</div>
+      <div class='line'>Around the Prophet-Chief—all eyes still bent</div>
+      <div class='line'>Upon that glittering Veil, where’er it went,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That beacon through the battle’s stormy flood,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That rainbow of the field, whose showers were blood!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div id='i-090'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i-090.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
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+<div class='lg-container-l c022'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>Twice hath the sun upon their conflict set,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And risen again, and found them grappling yet;</div>
+      <div class='line'>While streams of carnage, in his noontide blaze,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Smoke up to Heaven—hot as that crimson haze,</div>
+      <div class='line'>By which the prostrate Caravan is aw’d,<a id='r120'></a><a href='#f120' class='c012'><sup>[120]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>In the red Desert, when the wind’s abroad.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“On, Swords of God!” the panting <span class='sc'>Caliph</span> calls,—</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_89'>89</span>“Thrones for the living—Heaven for him who falls!”</div>
+      <div class='line'>“On, brave avengers, on,” <span class='sc'>Mokanna</span> cries,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And <span class='sc'>Eblis</span> blast the recreant slave that flies!”</div>
+      <div class='line'>Now comes the brunt, the crisis of the day—</div>
+      <div class='line'>They clash—they strive—the <span class='sc'>Caliph’s</span> troops give way!</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Mokanna’s</span> self plucks the black Banner down,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And now the Orient World’s Imperial crown</div>
+      <div class='line'>Is just within his grasp—when, hark, that shout!</div>
+      <div class='line'>Some hand hath check’d the flying Moslem’s rout;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And now they turn, they rally—at their head</div>
+      <div class='line'>A warrior, (like those angel youths who led,</div>
+      <div class='line'>In glorious panoply of Heaven’s own mail,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The Champions of the Faith through <span class='sc'>Beder’s</span> vale,<a id='r121'></a><a href='#f121' class='c012'><sup>[121]</sup></a>)</div>
+      <div class='line'>Bold as if gifted with ten thousand lives,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Turns on the fierce pursuers’ blades, and drives</div>
+      <div class='line'>At once the multitudinous torrent back—</div>
+      <div class='line'>While hope and courage kindle in his track;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And, at each step, his bloody falchion makes</div>
+      <div class='line'>Terrible vistas through which victory breaks!</div>
+      <div class='line'>In vain <span class='sc'>Mokanna</span>, midst the general flight,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Stands, like the red moon, on some stormy night,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Among the fugitive clouds that, hurrying by,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Leave only her unshaken in the sky—</div>
+      <div class='line'>In vain he yells his desperate curses out,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Deals death promiscuously to all about,</div>
+      <div class='line'>To foes that charge and coward friends that fly,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_90'>90</span>And seems of <em>all</em> the Great Arch-enemy.</div>
+      <div class='line'>The panic spreads—“A miracle!” throughout</div>
+      <div class='line'>The Moslem ranks, “a miracle!” they shout,</div>
+      <div class='line'>All gazing on that youth, whose coming seems</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_91'>91</span>A light, a glory, such as breaks in dreams;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And every sword, true as o’er billows dim</div>
+      <div class='line'>The needle tracks the load-star, following him!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>Right tow’rds <span class='sc'>Mokanna</span> now he cleaves his path,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Impatient cleaves, as though the bolt of wrath</div>
+      <div class='line'>He bears from Heaven withheld its awful burst</div>
+      <div class='line'>From weaker heads, and souls but <a id='tn-halfway'></a>half-way curst,</div>
+      <div class='line'>To break o’er Him, the mightiest and the worst!</div>
+      <div class='line'>But vain his speed—though, in that hour of blood,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Had all God’s seraphs round <span class='sc'>Mokanna</span> stood,</div>
+      <div class='line'>With swords of fire, ready like fate to fall,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Mokanna’s</span> soul would have defied them all;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Yet now, the rush of fugitives, too strong</div>
+      <div class='line'>For human force, hurries even <em>him</em> along;</div>
+      <div class='line'>In vain he struggles ’mid the wedg’d array</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of flying thousands—he is borne away;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the sole joy his baffled spirit knows,</div>
+      <div class='line'>In this forc’d flight, is—murdering as he goes!</div>
+      <div class='line'>As a grim tiger, whom the torrent’s might</div>
+      <div class='line'>Surprises in some parch’d ravine at night,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Turns, even in drowning, on the wretched flocks,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Swept with him in that snow-flood from the rocks,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And, to the last, devouring on his way,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Bloodies the stream he hath not power to stay.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'><span class='pageno' id='Page_92'>92</span>“Alla illa Alla!”—the glad shout renew—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Alla Akbar!”<a id='r122'></a><a href='#f122' class='c012'><sup>[122]</sup></a>—the Caliph’s in <span class='sc'>Merou</span>.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Hang out your gilded tapestry in the streets,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And light your shrines and chaunt your ziraleets.<a id='r123'></a><a href='#f123' class='c012'><sup>[123]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>The Swords of God have triumph’d—on his throne</div>
+      <div class='line'>Your Caliph sits, and the veil’d Chief hath flown.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Who does not envy that young warrior now,</div>
+      <div class='line'>To whom the Lord of Islam bends his brow,</div>
+      <div class='line'>In all the graceful gratitude of power,</div>
+      <div class='line'>For his throne’s safety in that perilous hour?</div>
+      <div class='line'>Who doth not wonder, when, amidst the’ acclaim</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of thousands, heralding to heaven his name—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Mid all those holier harmonies of fame,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Which sound along the path of virtuous souls,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like music round a planet as it rolls,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>He turns away—coldly, as if some gloom</div>
+      <div class='line'>Hung o’er his heart no triumphs can illume;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Some sightless grief, upon whose blasted gaze</div>
+      <div class='line'>Though glory’s light may play, in vain it plays?</div>
+      <div class='line'>Yes, wretched <span class='sc'>Azim</span>! thine is such a grief,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Beyond all hope, all terror, all relief;</div>
+      <div class='line'>A dark, cold calm, which nothing now can break,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Or warm or brighten,—like that Syrian Lake,<a id='r124'></a><a href='#f124' class='c012'><sup>[124]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>Upon whose surface morn and summer shed</div>
+      <div class='line'>Their smiles in vain, for all beneath is dead!—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Hearts there have been, o’er which this weight of woe</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_93'>93</span>Came by long use of suffering, tame and slow;</div>
+      <div class='line'>But thine, lost youth! was sudden—over thee</div>
+      <div class='line'>It broke at once, when all seemed ecstacy;</div>
+      <div class='line'>When Hope look’d up, and saw the gloomy Past</div>
+      <div class='line'>Melt into splendour, and Bliss dawn at last—</div>
+      <div class='line'>’Twas then, even then, o’er joys so freshly blown,</div>
+      <div class='line'>This mortal blight of misery came down;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Even then, the full, warm gushings of thy heart</div>
+      <div class='line'>Were check’d—like fount-drops, frozen as they start—</div>
+      <div class='line'>And there, like them, cold, sunless relics hang,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Each fix’d and chill’d into a lasting pang.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class='c013'>
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+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>One sole desire, one passion now remains</div>
+      <div class='line'>To keep life’s fever still within his veins,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Vengeance!—dire vengeance on the wretch who cast</div>
+      <div class='line'>O’er him and all he lov’d that ruinous blast.</div>
+      <div class='line'>For this, when rumours reach’d him in his flight</div>
+      <div class='line'>Far, far away, after that fatal night,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Rumours of armies, thronging to the’ attack</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of the Veil’d Chief,—for this he wing’d him back,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Fleet as the vulture speeds to flags unfurl’d,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And, when all hope seem’d desperate, wildly hurl’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>Himself into the scale, and sav’d a world.</div>
+      <div class='line'>For this he still lives on, careless of all</div>
+      <div class='line'>The wreaths that Glory on his path lets fall;</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_94'>94</span>For this alone exists—like lightning-fire,</div>
+      <div class='line'>To speed one bolt of vengeance, and expire!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div id='i-094'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i-094.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-l c022'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>But safe as yet that Spirit of Evil lives;</div>
+      <div class='line'>With a small band of desperate fugitives,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The last sole stubborn fragment, left unriven,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of the proud host that late stood fronting Heaven,</div>
+      <div class='line'>He gain’d <span class='sc'>Merou</span>—breath’d a short curse of blood</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_95'>95</span>O’er his lost throne—then pass’d the <span class='sc'>Jihon’s</span> flood,<a id='r125'></a><a href='#f125' class='c012'><sup>[125]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>And gathering all, whose madness of belief</div>
+      <div class='line'>Still saw a Saviour in their down-fall’n Chief,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Rais’d the white banner within <span class='sc'>Neksheb’s</span> gates,<a id='r126'></a><a href='#f126' class='c012'><sup>[126]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>And there, untam’d, the’ approaching conqu’ror waits.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>Of all his Haram, all that busy hive,</div>
+      <div class='line'>With music and with sweets sparkling alive,</div>
+      <div class='line'>He took but one, the partner of his flight,</div>
+      <div class='line'>One—not for love—not for her beauty’s light—</div>
+      <div class='line'>No, <span class='sc'>Zelica</span> stood withering midst the gay,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Wan as the blossom that fell yesterday</div>
+      <div class='line'>From the’ Alma tree and dies, while overhead</div>
+      <div class='line'>To-day’s young flower is springing in its stead.<a id='r127'></a><a href='#f127' class='c012'><sup>[127]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>Oh, not for love—the deepest Damn’d must be</div>
+      <div class='line'>Touch’d with Heaven’s glory, ere such fiends as he</div>
+      <div class='line'>Can feel one glimpse of Love’s divinity.</div>
+      <div class='line'>But no, she is his victim; <em>there</em> lie all</div>
+      <div class='line'>Her charms for him—charms that can never pall,</div>
+      <div class='line'>As long as hell within his heart can stir,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Or one faint trace of Heaven is left in her.</div>
+      <div class='line'>To work an angel’s ruin,—to behold</div>
+      <div class='line'>As white a page as Virtue e’er unroll’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>Blacken, beneath his touch, into a scroll</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of damning sins, seal’d with a burning soul—</div>
+      <div class='line'>This is his triumph; this the joy accurst,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_96'>96</span>That ranks him among demons all but first:</div>
+      <div class='line'>This gives the victim, that before him lies</div>
+      <div class='line'>Blighted and lost, a glory in his eyes,</div>
+      <div class='line'>A light like that with which hell-fire illumes</div>
+      <div class='line'>The ghastly, writhing wretch whom it consumes!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>But other tasks now wait him—tasks that need</div>
+      <div class='line'>All the deep daringness of thought and deed</div>
+      <div class='line'>With which the Dives<a id='r128'></a><a href='#f128' class='c012'><sup>[128]</sup></a> have gifted him—for mark,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Over yon plains, which night had else made dark,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Those lanterns, countless as the winged lights</div>
+      <div class='line'>That spangle <span class='sc'>India’s</span> fields on showery nights,<a id='r129'></a><a href='#f129' class='c012'><sup>[129]</sup></a>—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Far as their formidable gleams they shed,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The mighty tents of the beleaguerer spread,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Glimmering along the’ horizon’s dusky line,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And thence in nearer circles, till they shine</div>
+      <div class='line'>Among the founts and groves, o’er which the town</div>
+      <div class='line'>In all its arm’d magnificence looks down.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Yet, fearless, from his lofty battlements</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Mokanna</span> views that multitude of tents;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Nay, smiles to think that, though entoil’d, beset,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Not less than myriads dare to front him yet;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>That friendless, throneless, he thus stands at bay,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Even thus a match for myriads such as they.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Oh, for a sweep of that dark Angel’s wing,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Who brush’d the thousands of the’ Assyrian King<a id='r130'></a><a href='#f130' class='c012'><sup>[130]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_97'>97</span>“To darkness in a moment, that I might</div>
+      <div class='line'>“People Hell’s chambers with yon host to-night!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“But, come what may, let who will grasp the throne,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Caliph or Prophet, Man alike shall groan</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Let who will torture him, Priest—Caliph—King—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Alike this loathsome world of his shall ring</div>
+      <div class='line'>“With victims’ shrieks, and howlings of the slave,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Sounds, that shall glad me even within my grave!”</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thus, to himself—but to the scanty train</div>
+      <div class='line'>Still left around him, a far different strain:—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Glorious Defenders of the sacred Crown</div>
+      <div class='line'>“I bear from Heaven, whose light nor blood shall drown,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Nor shadow of earth eclipse;—before whose gems</div>
+      <div class='line'>“The paly pomp of this world’s diadems,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“The crown of <span class='sc'>Gerashid</span>, the pillar’d throne</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Of <span class='sc'>Parviz</span>,<a id='r131'></a><a href='#f131' class='c012'><sup>[131]</sup></a> and the heron crest that shone,<a id='r132'></a><a href='#f132' class='c012'><sup>[132]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>“Magnificent, o’er <span class='sc'>Ali’s</span> beauteous eyes,<a id='r133'></a><a href='#f133' class='c012'><sup>[133]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>“Fade like the stars when morn is in the skies:</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Warriors, rejoice—the port to which we’ve pass’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>“O’er Destiny’s dark wave, beams out at last!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Victory’s our own—’tis written in that Book</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Upon whose leaves none but the angels look,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“That <span class='sc'>Islam’s</span> sceptre shall beneath the power</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Of her great foe fall broken in that hour,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“When the moon’s mighty orb, before all eyes,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“From <span class='sc'>Neksheb’s</span> Holy Well portentously shall rise!</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_98'>98</span>“Now turn and see!”⸺</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class="vanish">“Now turn and see!”</span>They turn’d, and, as he spoke,</div>
+      <div class='line'>A sudden splendour all around them broke,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And they beheld an orb, ample and bright,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Rise from the Holy Well,<a id='r134'></a><a href='#f134' class='c012'><sup>[134]</sup></a> and cast its light</div>
+      <div class='line'>Round the rich city and the plain for miles,<a id='r135'></a><a href='#f135' class='c012'><sup>[135]</sup></a>—</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_99'>99</span>Flinging such radiance o’er the gilded tiles</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of many a dome and fair-roof’d minaret</div>
+      <div class='line'>As autumn suns shed round them when they set.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Instant from all who saw the’ illusive sign</div>
+      <div class='line'>A murmur broke—“Miraculous! divine!”</div>
+      <div class='line'>The Gheber bow’d, thinking his idol star</div>
+      <div class='line'>Had wak’d, and burst impatient through the bar</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of midnight, to inflame him to the war;</div>
+      <div class='line'>While he of <span class='sc'>Moussa’s</span> creed saw, in that ray,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The glorious Light which, in his freedom’s day,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Had rested on the Ark,<a id='r136'></a><a href='#f136' class='c012'><sup>[136]</sup></a> and now again</div>
+      <div class='line'>Shone out to bless the breaking of his chain.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div id='i-098'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i-098.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
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+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>“To victory!” is at once the cry of all—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Nor stands <span class='sc'>Mokanna</span> loitering at that call;</div>
+      <div class='line'>But instant the huge gates are flung aside,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And forth, like a diminutive mountain-tide</div>
+      <div class='line'>Into the boundless sea, they speed their course</div>
+      <div class='line'>Right on into the <span class='sc'>Moslem’s</span> mighty force.</div>
+      <div class='line'>The watchmen of the camp,—who, in their rounds,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Had paus’d, and even forgot the punctual sounds</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of the small drum with which they count the night,<a id='r137'></a><a href='#f137' class='c012'><sup>[137]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>To gaze upon that supernatural light,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Now sink beneath an unexpected arm,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And in a death-groan give their last alarm.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“On for the lamps, that light yon lofty screen,<a id='r138'></a><a href='#f138' class='c012'><sup>[138]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_100'>100</span>“Nor blunt your blades with massacre so mean;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“<em>There</em> rests the <span class='sc'>Caliph</span>—speed—one lucky lance</div>
+      <div class='line'>“May now achieve mankind’s deliverance.”</div>
+      <div class='line'>Desperate the die—such as they only cast,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Who venture for a world, and stake their last.</div>
+      <div class='line'>But Fate’s no longer with him—blade for blade</div>
+      <div class='line'>Springs up to meet them through the glimmering shade,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And, as the clash is heard, new legions soon</div>
+      <div class='line'>Pour to the spot, like bees of <span class='sc'>Kauzeroon</span><a id='r139'></a><a href='#f139' class='c012'><sup>[139]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>To the shrill timbrel’s summons,—till, at length,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The mighty camp swarms out in all its strength,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And back to <span class='sc'>Neksheb’s</span> gates, covering the plain</div>
+      <div class='line'>With random slaughter, drives the adventurous train;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Among the last of whom the Silver Veil</div>
+      <div class='line'>Is seen glittering at times, like the white sail</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of some toss’d vessel, on a stormy night,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Catching the tempest’s momentary light!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>And hath not <em>this</em> brought the proud spirit low?</div>
+      <div class='line'>Nor dash’d his brow, nor check’d his daring? No.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Though half the wretches, whom at night he led</div>
+      <div class='line'>To thrones and victory, lie disgrac’d and dead,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Yet morning hears him, with unshrinking crest,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Still vaunt of thrones, and victory to the rest;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>And they believe him!—oh, the lover may</div>
+      <div class='line'>Distrust that look which steals his soul away;—</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_101'>101</span>The babe may cease to think that it can play</div>
+      <div class='line'>With Heaven’s rainbow;—alchymists may doubt</div>
+      <div class='line'>The shining gold their crucible gives out;</div>
+      <div class='line'>But Faith, fanatic Faith, once wedded fast</div>
+      <div class='line'>To some dear falsehood, hugs it to the last.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>And well the’ Impostor knew all lures and arts,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That <span class='sc'>Lucifer</span> e’er taught to tangle hearts;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Nor, ’mid these last bold workings of his plot</div>
+      <div class='line'>Against men’s souls, is <span class='sc'>Zelica</span> forgot.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Ill-fated <span class='sc'>Zelica</span>! had reason been</div>
+      <div class='line'>Awake, through half the horrors thou hast seen,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thou never couldst have borne it—Death had come</div>
+      <div class='line'>At once, and taken thy wrung spirit home.</div>
+      <div class='line'>But ’twas not so—a torpor, a suspense</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of thought, almost of life, came o’er the’ intense</div>
+      <div class='line'>And passionate struggles of that fearful night,</div>
+      <div class='line'>When her last hope of peace and heaven took flight:</div>
+      <div class='line'>And though, at times, a gleam of frenzy broke,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>As through some dull volcano’s veil of smoke</div>
+      <div class='line'>Ominous flashings now and then will start,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Which show the fire’s still busy at its heart;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Yet was she mostly wrapp’d in solemn gloom,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Not such as <span class='sc'>Azim’s</span>, brooding o’er its doom,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And calm without, as is the brow of death,</div>
+      <div class='line'>While busy worms are gnawing underneath,—</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_102'>102</span>But in a blank and pulseless torpor, free</div>
+      <div class='line'>From thought or pain, a seal’d-up apathy,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Which left her oft, with scarce one living thrill,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The cold, pale victim of her torturer’s will.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div id='i-102'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i-102.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-l c022'>
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+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>Again, as in <span class='sc'>Merou</span>, he had her deck’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>Gorgeously out, the Priestess of the sect;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And led her glittering forth before the eyes</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of his rude train, as to a sacrifice,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Pallid as she, the young, devoted Bride</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of the fierce <span class='sc'>Nile</span>, when, deck’d in all the pride</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of nuptial pomp, she sinks into his tide.<a id='r140'></a><a href='#f140' class='c012'><sup>[140]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>And while the wretched maid hung down her head,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_103'>103</span>And stood, as one just risen from the dead,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Amid that gazing crowd, the fiend would tell</div>
+      <div class='line'>His credulous slaves it was some charm or spell</div>
+      <div class='line'>Possess’d her now,—and from that darken’d trance</div>
+      <div class='line'>Should dawn ere long their Faith’s deliverance.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Or if, at times, goaded by guilty shame,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Her soul was rous’d, and words of wildness came,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Instant the bold blasphemer would translate</div>
+      <div class='line'>Her ravings into oracles of fate,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Would hail heaven’s signals in her flashing eyes,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And call her shrieks the language of the skies!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>But vain at length his arts—despair is seen</div>
+      <div class='line'>Gathering around; and famine comes to glean</div>
+      <div class='line'>All that the sword had left unreap’d:—in vain</div>
+      <div class='line'>At morn and eve across the northern plain</div>
+      <div class='line'>He looks impatient for the promis’d spears</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of the wild Hordes and <span class='sc'>Tartar</span> mountaineers;</div>
+      <div class='line'>They come not—while his fierce beleaguerers pour</div>
+      <div class='line'>Engines of havoc in, unknown before,<a id='r141'></a><a href='#f141' class='c012'><sup>[141]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>And horrible as new;<a id='r142'></a><a href='#f142' class='c012'><sup>[142]</sup></a>—javelins, that fly</div>
+      <div class='line'>Enwreath’d with smoky flames through the dark sky,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And red-hot globes, that, opening as they mount,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Discharge, as from a kindled Naphtha fount,<a id='r143'></a><a href='#f143' class='c012'><sup>[143]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>Showers of consuming fire o’er all below;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Looking, as through the’ illumin’d night they go,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_104'>104</span>Like those wild birds<a id='r144'></a><a href='#f144' class='c012'><sup>[144]</sup></a> that by the Magians oft,</div>
+      <div class='line'>At festivals of fire, were sent aloft</div>
+      <div class='line'>Into the air, with blazing faggots tied</div>
+      <div class='line'>To their huge wings, scattering combustion wide.</div>
+      <div class='line'>All night the groans of wretches who expire</div>
+      <div class='line'>In agony, beneath these darts of fire,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Ring through the city—while, descending o’er</div>
+      <div class='line'>Its shrines and domes and streets of sycamore,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Its lone bazaars, with their bright cloths of gold,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Since the last peaceful pageant left unroll’d,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Its beauteous marble baths, whose idle jets</div>
+      <div class='line'>Now gush with blood,—and its tall minarets,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_105'>105</span>That late have stood up in the evening glare</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of the red sun, unhallow’d by a prayer;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>O’er each, in turn, the dreadful flame-bolts fall,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And death and conflagration throughout all</div>
+      <div class='line'>The desolate city hold high festival!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div id='i-104'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i-104.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-l c022'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'><span class='sc'>Mokanna</span> sees the world is his no more;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>One sting at parting, and his grasp is o’er.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“What! drooping now?”—thus, with unblushing cheek,</div>
+      <div class='line'>He hails the few, who yet can hear him speak,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of all those famish’d slaves around him lying,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And by the light of blazing temples dying;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“What!—drooping now?—now, when at length we press</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Home o’er the very threshold of success;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“When <span class='sc'>Alla</span> from our ranks hath thinn’d away</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Those grosser branches, that kept out his ray</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Of favour from us, and we stand at length</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Heirs of his light and children of his strength,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“The chosen few, who shall survive the fall</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Of Kings and Thrones, triumphant over all!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Have you then lost, weak murmurers as you are,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“All faith in him, who was your Light, your Star?</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Have you forgot the eye of glory, hid</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Beneath this Veil, the flashing of whose lid</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Could, like a sun-stroke of the desert, wither</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Millions of such as yonder Chief brings hither?</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_106'>106</span>“Long have its lightnings slept—too long—but now</div>
+      <div class='line'>“All earth shall feel the’ unveiling of this brow!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“To-night—yes, sainted men! this very night,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“I bid you all to a fair festal rite,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Where—having deep refresh’d each weary limb</div>
+      <div class='line'>“With viands, such as feast Heaven’s cherubim,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And kindled up your souls, now sunk and dim,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“With that pure wine the Dark-ey’d Maids above</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Keep, seal’d with precious musk, for those they love,<a id='r145'></a><a href='#f145' class='c012'><sup>[145]</sup></a>—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“I will myself uncurtain in your sight</div>
+      <div class='line'>“The wonders of this brow’s ineffable light;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Then lead you forth, and with a wink disperse</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Yon myriads, howling through the universe!”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>Eager they listen—while each accent darts</div>
+      <div class='line'>New life into their chill’d and hope-sick hearts;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Such treacherous life as the cool draught supplies</div>
+      <div class='line'>To him upon the stake, who drinks and dies!</div>
+      <div class='line'>Wildly they point their lances to the light</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of the fast sinking sun, and shout “To-night!”—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“To-night,” their Chief re-echoes in a voice</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of fiend-like mockery that bids hell rejoice.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Deluded victims!—never hath this earth</div>
+      <div class='line'>Seen mourning half so mournful as their mirth.</div>
+      <div class='line'><em>Here</em>, to the few, whose iron frames had stood</div>
+      <div class='line'>This racking waste of famine and of blood,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_107'>107</span>Faint, dying wretches clung, from whom the shout</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of triumph like a maniac’s laugh broke out:—</div>
+      <div class='line'><em>There</em>, others, lighted by the smould’ring fire,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Danc’d like wan ghosts about a funeral pyre,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Among the dead and dying, strew’d around;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>While some pale wretch look’d on, and from his wound</div>
+      <div class='line'>Plucking the fiery dart by which he bled,</div>
+      <div class='line'>In ghastly transport wav’d it o’er his head!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>’Twas more than midnight now—a fearful pause</div>
+      <div class='line'>Had follow’d the long shouts, the wild applause,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That lately from those Royal Gardens burst,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Where the Veil’d demon held his feast accurst,</div>
+      <div class='line'>When <span class='sc'>Zelica</span>—alas, poor ruin’d heart,</div>
+      <div class='line'>In every horror doom’d to bear its part!—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Was bidden to the banquet by a slave,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Who, while his quivering lip the summons gave,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Grew black, as though the shadows of the grave</div>
+      <div class='line'>Compass’d him round, and, ere he could repeat</div>
+      <div class='line'>His message through, fell lifeless at her feet!</div>
+      <div class='line'>Shuddering she went—a soul-felt pang of fear,</div>
+      <div class='line'>A presage that her own dark doom was near,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Rous’d every feeling, and brought Reason back</div>
+      <div class='line'>Once more, to writhe her last upon the rack.</div>
+      <div class='line'>All round seem’d tranquil—even the foe had ceas’d,</div>
+      <div class='line'>As if aware of that demoniac feast,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_108'>108</span>His fiery bolts; and though the heavens look’d red,</div>
+      <div class='line'>’Twas but some distant conflagration’s spread.</div>
+      <div class='line'>But hark—she stops—she listens—dreadful tone,</div>
+      <div class='line'>’Tis her Tormentor’s laugh—and now, a groan,</div>
+      <div class='line'>A long death-groan comes with it:—can this be</div>
+      <div class='line'>The place of mirth, the bower of revelry?</div>
+      <div class='line'>She enters—Holy <span class='sc'>Alla</span>, what a sight</div>
+      <div class='line'>Was there before her! By the glimmering light</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of the pale dawn, mix’d with the flare of brands</div>
+      <div class='line'>That round lay burning, dropp’d from lifeless hands,</div>
+      <div class='line'>She saw the board, in splendid mockery spread,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Rich censers breathing—garlands overhead—</div>
+      <div class='line'>The urns, the cups, from which they late had quaff’d,</div>
+      <div class='line'>All gold and gems, but—what had been the draught?</div>
+      <div class='line'>Oh! who need ask, that saw those livid guests,</div>
+      <div class='line'>With their swoll’n heads sunk black’ning on their breasts,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Or looking pale to Heaven with glassy glare,</div>
+      <div class='line'>As if they sought but saw no mercy there;</div>
+      <div class='line'>As if they felt, though poison rack’d them through,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Remorse the deadlier torment of the two!</div>
+      <div class='line'>While some, the bravest, hardiest in the train</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of their false Chief, who on the battle-plain</div>
+      <div class='line'>Would have met death with transport by his side,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Here mute and helpless gasp’d;—but, as they died,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Look’d horrible vengeance with their eyes’ last strain,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And clench’d the slack’ning hand at him in vain.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div id='i-109'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_109'>109</span>
+<img src='images/i-109.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-l c022'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>Dreadful it was to see the ghastly stare,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The stony look of horror and despair,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Which some of these expiring victims cast</div>
+      <div class='line'>Upon their souls’ tormentor to the last;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Upon that mocking Fiend, whose Veil, now rais’d,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Show’d them, as in death’s agony they gazed,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_110'>110</span>Not the long promis’d light, the brow, whose beaming</div>
+      <div class='line'>Was to come forth, all conquering, all redeeming,</div>
+      <div class='line'>But features horribler than Hell e’er trac’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>On its own brood;—no Demon of the Waste,<a id='r146'></a><a href='#f146' class='c012'><sup>[146]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>No church-yard Ghole, caught lingering in the light</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of the blest sun, e’er blasted human sight</div>
+      <div class='line'>With lineaments so foul, so fierce as those</div>
+      <div class='line'>The’ Impostor, now in grinning mockery, shows:—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“There, ye wise Saints, behold your Light, your Star—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Ye <em>would</em> be dupes and victims, and ye <em>are</em>.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Is it enough? or must I, while a thrill</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Lives in your sapient bosoms, cheat you still?</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Swear that the burning death ye feel within</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Is but the trance with which Heaven’s joys begin;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“That this foul visage, foul as e’er disgrac’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Even monstrous man, is—after God’s own taste;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And that—but see!—ere I have half-way said</div>
+      <div class='line'>“My greetings through, the’ uncourteous souls are fled.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Farewell, sweet spirits! not in vain ye die,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“If <span class='sc'>Eblis</span> loves you half so well as I.—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Ha, my young bride!—’tis well—take thou thy seat;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Nay come—no shuddering—didst thou never meet</div>
+      <div class='line'>“The dead before?—they grac’d our wedding, sweet;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And these, my guests to-night, have brimm’d so true</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Their parting cups, that <em>thou</em> shalt pledge one too.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“But—how is this?—all empty? all drunk up?</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_111'>111</span>“Hot lips have been before thee in the cup,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Young bride,—yet stay—one precious drop remains,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Enough to warm a gentle Priestess’ veins;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Here, drink—and should thy lover’s conquering arms</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Speed hither, ere thy lip lose all its charms,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Give him but half this venom in thy kiss,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And I’ll forgive my haughty rival’s bliss!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>“For <em>me</em>—I too must die—but not like these</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Vile, rankling things, to fester in the breeze;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“To have this brow in ruffian triumph shown,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“With all death’s grimness added to its own,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And rot to dust beneath the taunting eyes</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Of slaves, exclaiming, ‘There his Godship lies!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“No—cursed race—since first my soul drew breath,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“They’ve been my dupes, and <em>shall</em> be even in death.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Thou see’st yon cistern in the shade—’tis fill’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>“With burning drugs, for this last hour distill’d:<a id='r147'></a><a href='#f147' class='c012'><sup>[147]</sup></a>—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“There will I plunge me, in that liquid flame—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Fit bath to lave a dying Prophet’s frame!—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“There perish, all—ere pulse of thine shall fail—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Nor leave one limb to tell mankind the tale.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“So shall my votaries, wheresoe’er they rave,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Proclaim that Heaven took back the Saint it gave;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“That I’ve but vanish’d from this earth awhile,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“To come again, with bright, unshrouded smile!</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_112'>112</span>“So shall they build me altars in their zeal,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Where knaves shall minister, and fools shall kneel;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Where Faith may mutter o’er her mystic spell,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Written in blood—and Bigotry may swell</div>
+      <div class='line'>“The sail he spreads for Heaven with blasts from hell!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“So shall my banner, through long ages, be</div>
+      <div class='line'>“The rallying sign of fraud and anarchy:—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Kings yet unborn shall rue <span class='sc'>Mokanna’s</span> name,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And, though I die, my spirit, still the same,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Shall walk abroad in all the stormy strife,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And guilt, and blood, that were its bliss in life.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“But, hark! their battering engine shakes the wall—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Why, <em>let</em> it shake—thus I can brave them all.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“No trace of me shall greet them, when they come,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And I can trust thy faith, for—thou’lt be dumb.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Now mark how readily a wretch like me,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“In one bold plunge, commences Deity!”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>He sprung and sunk, as the last words were said—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Quick clos’d the burning waters o’er his head,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And <span class='sc'>Zelica</span> was left—within the ring</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of those wide walls the only living thing;</div>
+      <div class='line'>The only wretched one, still curs’d with breath,</div>
+      <div class='line'>In all that frightful wilderness of death!</div>
+      <div class='line'>More like some bloodless ghost—such as, they tell,</div>
+      <div class='line'>In the lone Cities of the Silent<a id='r148'></a><a href='#f148' class='c012'><sup>[148]</sup></a> dwell,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_113'>113</span>And there, unseen of all but <span class='sc'>Alla</span>, sit</div>
+      <div class='line'>Each by its own pale carcass, watching it.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div id='i-113'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i-113.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-l c022'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>But morn is up, and a fresh warfare stirs</div>
+      <div class='line'>Throughout the camp of the beleaguerers.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Their globes of fire (the dread artillery lent</div>
+      <div class='line'>By <span class='sc'>Greece</span> to conquering <span class='sc'>Mahadi</span>) are spent;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And now the scorpion’s shaft, the quarry sent</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_114'>114</span>From high balistas, and the shielding throng</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of soldiers swinging the huge ram along,</div>
+      <div class='line'>All speak the’ impatient Islamite’s intent</div>
+      <div class='line'>To try, at length, if tower and battlement</div>
+      <div class='line'>And bastion’d wall be not less hard to win,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Less tough to break down than the hearts within.</div>
+      <div class='line'>First in impatience and in toil is he,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The burning <span class='sc'>Azim</span>—oh! could he but see</div>
+      <div class='line'>The’ Impostor once alive within his grasp,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Not the gaunt lion’s hug, nor boa’s clasp,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Could match that gripe of vengeance, or keep pace</div>
+      <div class='line'>With the fell heartiness of Hate’s embrace!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>Loud rings the ponderous ram against the walls;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Now shake the ramparts, now a buttress falls,</div>
+      <div class='line'>But still no breach—“Once more, one mighty swing</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Of all your beams, together thundering!”</div>
+      <div class='line'>There—the wall shakes—the shouting troops exult,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Quick, quick discharge your weightiest catapult</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Right on that spot, and <span class='sc'>Neksheb</span> is our own!”</div>
+      <div class='line'>’Tis done—the battlements come crashing down,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the huge wall, by that stroke riven in two,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Yawning, like some old crater, rent anew,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Shows the dim, desolate city smoking through.</div>
+      <div class='line'>But strange! no signs of life—nought living seen</div>
+      <div class='line'>Above, below—what can this stillness mean?</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_115'>115</span>A minute’s pause suspends all hearts and eyes—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“In through the breach,” impetuous <span class='sc'>Azim</span> cries;</div>
+      <div class='line'>But the cool <span class='sc'>Caliph</span>, fearful of some wile</div>
+      <div class='line'>In this blank stillness, checks the troops awhile.—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Just then, a figure, with slow step, advanc’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>Forth from the ruin’d walls, and, as there glanc’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>A sunbeam over it, all eyes could see</div>
+      <div class='line'>The well-known Silver Veil!—“’Tis He, ’tis He,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“<span class='sc'>Mokanna</span>, and alone!” they shout around;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Young <span class='sc'>Azim</span> from his steed springs to the ground—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Mine, Holy Caliph! mine,” he cries, “the task</div>
+      <div class='line'>“To crush yon daring wretch—’tis all I ask.”</div>
+      <div class='line'>Eager he darts to meet the demon foe,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Who still across wide heaps of ruin slow</div>
+      <div class='line'>And falteringly comes, till they are near;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Then, with a bound, rushes on <span class='sc'>Azim’s</span> spear,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And, casting off the Veil in falling, shows—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Oh!—’tis his <span class='sc'>Zelica’s</span> life-blood that flows!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>“I meant not, <span class='sc'>Azim</span>,” soothingly she said,</div>
+      <div class='line'>As on his trembling arm she lean’d her head,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And, looking in his face, saw anguish there</div>
+      <div class='line'>Beyond all wounds the quivering flesh can bear—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“I meant not <em>thou</em> shouldst have the pain of this:—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Though death, with thee thus tasted, is a bliss</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Thou wouldst not rob me of, didst thou but know</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_116'>116</span>“How oft I’ve pray’d to God I might die so!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“But the Fiend’s venom was too scant and slow;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“To linger on were maddening—and I thought</div>
+      <div class='line'>“If once that Veil—nay, look not on it—caught</div>
+      <div class='line'>“The eyes of your fierce soldiery, I should be</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Struck by a thousand death-darts instantly.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“But this is sweeter—oh! believe me, yes—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“I would not change this sad, but dear caress,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“This death within thy arms I would not give</div>
+      <div class='line'>“For the most smiling life the happiest live!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“All, that stood dark and drear before the eye</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Of my stray’d soul, is passing swiftly by;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“A light comes o’er me from those looks of love,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Like the first dawn of mercy from above;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And if thy lips but tell me I’m forgiven,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Angels will echo the blest words in Heaven!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“But live, my <span class='sc'>Azim</span>;—oh! to call thee mine</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Thus once again! <em>my</em> <span class='sc'>Azim</span>—dream divine!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Live, if thou ever lov’dst me, if to meet</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Thy <span class='sc'>Zelica</span> hereafter would be sweet,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Oh, live to pray for her—to bend the knee</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Morning and night before that Deity,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“To whom pure lips and hearts without a stain,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“As thine are, <span class='sc'>Azim</span>, never breath’d in vain,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And pray that He may pardon her,—may take</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Compassion on her soul for thy dear sake,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_117'>117</span>“And, nought remembering but her love to thee,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Make her all thine, all His, eternally!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Go to those happy fields where first we twin’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Our youthful hearts together—every wind</div>
+      <div class='line'>“That meets thee there, fresh from the well-known flowers,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Will bring the sweetness of those innocent hours</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Back to thy soul, and mayst thou feel again</div>
+      <div class='line'>“For thy poor <span class='sc'>Zelica</span> as thou didst then.</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_118'>118</span>“So shall thy orisons, like dew that flies</div>
+      <div class='line'>“To Heaven upon the morning’s sunshine, rise</div>
+      <div class='line'>“With all love’s earliest ardour to the skies!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And should they—but, alas, my senses fail—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Oh for one minute!—should thy prayers prevail—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“If pardon’d souls may, from that World of Bliss,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Reveal their joy to those they love in this—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“I’ll come to thee—in some sweet dream—and tell—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Oh Heaven—I die—dear love! farewell, farewell.”</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div id='i-117'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i-117.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-l c022'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>Time fleeted—years on years had pass’d away,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And few of those who, on that mournful day,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Had stood, with pity in their eyes, to see</div>
+      <div class='line'>The maiden’s death and the youth’s agony,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Were living still—when, by a rustic grave,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Beside the swift Amoo’s transparent wave,</div>
+      <div class='line'>An aged man, who had grown aged there</div>
+      <div class='line'>By that lone grave, morning and night in prayer,</div>
+      <div class='line'>For the last time knelt down—and, though the shade</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of death hung darkening over him, there play’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>A gleam of rapture on his eye and cheek,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That brighten’d even Death—like the last streak</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of intense glory on the’ horizon’s brim,</div>
+      <div class='line'>When night o’er all the rest hangs chill and dim.</div>
+      <div class='line'>His soul had seen a Vision, while he slept;</div>
+      <div class='line'>She, for whose spirit he had pray’d and wept</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_119'>119</span>So many years, had come to him, all drest</div>
+      <div class='line'>In angel smiles, and told him she was blest!</div>
+      <div class='line'>For this the old man breath’d his thanks and died.—</div>
+      <div class='line'>And there, upon the banks of that lov’d tide,</div>
+      <div class='line'>He and his <span class='sc'>Zelica</span> sleep side by side.</div>
+      <div class='line'></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div id='i-119'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i-119.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+</div>
+<div class='pbb'>
+ <hr class='pb c001'>
+</div>
+<p class='c018'><span class='pageno' id='Page_120'>120</span>The story of the Veiled Prophet of Khorassan being
+ended, they were now doomed to hear <span class='sc'>Fadladeen’s</span>
+criticisms upon it. A series of disappointments and
+accidents had occurred to this learned Chamberlain
+during the journey. In the first place, those couriers
+stationed, as in the reign of Shah Jehan, between Delhi
+and the Western coast of India, to secure a constant
+supply of mangoes for the Royal Table, had, by some
+cruel irregularity, failed in their duty, and to eat any
+mangoes but those of Mazagong was, of course, impossible.<a id='r149'></a><a href='#f149' class='c012'><sup>[149]</sup></a>
+In the next place, the elephant, laden with his
+fine antique porcelain,<a id='r150'></a><a href='#f150' class='c012'><sup>[150]</sup></a> had, in an unusual fit of liveliness,
+shattered the whole set to pieces:—an irreparable
+loss, as many of the vessels were so exquisitely old, as
+to have been used under the Emperors Yan and Chun,
+who reigned many ages before the dynasty of Tang.
+His Koran, too, supposed to be the identical copy
+between the leaves of which Mahomet’s favourite pigeon
+used to nestle, had been mislaid by his Koran-bearer
+three whole days; not without much spiritual alarm to
+<span class='sc'>Fadladeen</span>, who, though professing to hold with other
+loyal and orthodox Mussulmans, that salvation could
+only be found in the Koran, was strongly suspected of
+believing in his heart, that it could only be found in his
+own particular copy of it. When to all these grievances
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_121'>121</span>is added the obstinacy of the cooks, in putting the
+pepper of Canara into his dishes instead of the cinnamon
+of Serendib, we may easily suppose that he came to
+the task of criticism with, at least, a sufficient degree of
+irritability for the purpose.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>“In order,” said he, importantly swinging about his
+chaplet of pearls, “to convey with clearness my opinion
+of the story this young man has related, it is necessary
+to take a review of all the stories that have ever⸺”—“My
+good <span class='sc'>Fadladeen</span>!” exclaimed the Princess,
+interrupting him, “we really do not deserve that you
+should give yourself so much trouble. Your opinion of
+the poem we have just heard will, I have no doubt, be
+abundantly edifying, without any further waste of your
+valuable erudition.”—“If that be all,” replied the critic,—evidently
+mortified at not being allowed to show how
+much he knew about every thing but the subject immediately
+before him—“if that be all that is required,
+the matter is easily despatched.” He then proceeded to
+analyse the poem, in that strain (so well known to the
+unfortunate bards of Delhi), whose censures were an
+infliction from which few recovered, and whose very praises
+were like the honey extracted from the bitter flowers of
+the aloe. The chief personages of the story were, if he
+rightly understood them, an ill-favoured gentleman, with
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_122'>122</span>a veil over his face;—a young lady, whose reason went
+and came, according as it suited the poet’s convenience to
+be sensible or otherwise;—and a youth in one of those
+hideous Bucharian bonnets, who took the aforesaid gentleman
+in a veil for a Divinity. “From such materials,”
+said he, “what can be expected?—after rivalling each
+other in long speeches and absurdities, through some
+thousands of lines as indigestible as the filberts of Berdaa,
+our friend in the veil jumps into a tub of aquafortis; the
+young lady dies in a set speech, whose only recommendation
+is that it is her last; and the lover lives on to a good old
+age for the laudable purpose of seeing her ghost, which
+he at last happily accomplishes, and expires. This, you
+will allow, is a fair summary of the story; and if Nasser,
+the Arabian merchant, told no better,<a id='r151'></a><a href='#f151' class='c012'><sup>[151]</sup></a> our Holy Prophet
+(to whom be all honour and glory!) had no need to be
+jealous of his abilities for story-telling.”</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>With respect to the style, it was worthy of the
+matter;—it had not even those politic contrivances of
+structure, which make up for the commonness of the
+thoughts by the peculiarity of the manner, nor that
+stately poetical phraseology by which sentiments mean
+in themselves, like the blacksmith’s<a id='r152'></a><a href='#f152' class='c012'><sup>[152]</sup></a> apron converted
+into a banner, are so easily gilt and embroidered into
+consequence. Then, as to the versification, it was, to
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_123'>123</span>say no worse of it, execrable: it had neither the copious
+flow of Ferdosi, the sweetness of Hafez, nor the
+sententious march of Sadi; but appeared to him, in the
+uneasy heaviness of its movements, to have been modelled
+upon the gait of a very tired dromedary. The licences,
+too, in which it indulged, were unpardonable;—for
+instance, this line, and the poem abounded with such:—</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b c025'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Like the faint, exquisite music of a dream.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c026'>“What critic that can count,” said <span class='sc'>Fadladeen</span>, “and
+has his full complement of fingers to count withal,
+would tolerate for an instant such syllabic superfluities?”
+He here looked round, and discovered that most of his
+audience were asleep; while the glimmering lamps seemed
+inclined to follow their example. It became necessary,
+therefore, however painful to himself, to put an end to
+his valuable animadversions for the present, and he
+accordingly concluded, with an air of dignified candour,
+thus:—“Notwithstanding the observations which I have
+thought it my duty to make, it is by no means my wish
+to discourage the young man:—so far from it, indeed,
+that if he will but totally alter his style of writing and
+thinking, I have very little doubt that I shall be vastly
+pleased with him.”</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Some days elapsed, after this harangue of the Great
+Chamberlain, before <span class='sc'>Lalla Rookh</span> could venture to ask
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_124'>124</span>for another story. The youth was still a welcome guest
+in the pavilion—to <em>one</em> heart, perhaps, too dangerously
+welcome:—but all mention of poetry was, as if by
+common consent, avoided. Though none of the party
+had much respect for <span class='sc'>Fadladeen</span>, yet his censures, thus
+magisterially delivered, evidently made an impression on
+them all. The Poet himself, to whom criticism was
+quite a new operation, (being wholly unknown in that
+Paradise of the Indies, Cashmere,) felt the shock as it
+is generally felt at first, till use has made it more
+tolerable to the patient;—the Ladies began to suspect
+that they ought not to be pleased, and seemed to
+conclude that there must have been much good sense
+in what <span class='sc'>Fadladeen</span> said, from its having sent them
+all so soundly to sleep;—while the self-complacent
+Chamberlain was left to triumph in the idea of having,
+for the hundred and fiftieth time in his life, extinguished
+a Poet. <span class='sc'>Lalla Rookh</span> alone—and Love knew why—persisted
+in being delighted with all she had heard, and
+in resolving to hear more as speedily as possible. Her
+manner, however, of first returning to the subject was
+unlucky. It was while they rested during the heat of
+noon near a fountain, on which some hand had rudely
+traced those well-known words from the Garden of Sadi,—“Many,
+like me, have viewed this fountain, but they
+are gone, and their eyes are closed for ever!”—that
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_125'>125</span>she took occasion, from the melancholy beauty of this
+passage, to dwell upon the charms of poetry in general.
+“It is true,” she said, “few poets can imitate that
+sublime bird, which flies always in the air, and never
+touches the earth:<a id='r153'></a><a href='#f153' class='c012'><sup>[153]</sup></a>—it is only once in many ages a
+Genius appears, whose words, like those on the Written
+Mountain, last for ever:<a id='r154'></a><a href='#f154' class='c012'><sup>[154]</sup></a> but still there are some, as
+delightful, perhaps, though not so wonderful, who, if
+not stars over our head, are at least flowers along our
+path, and whose sweetness of the moment we ought
+gratefully to inhale, without calling upon them for a
+brightness and a durability beyond their nature. In
+short,” continued she, blushing, as if conscious of being
+caught in an oration, “it is quite cruel that a poet
+cannot wander through his regions of enchantment,
+without having a critic for ever, like the old Man of
+the Sea, upon his back!”<a id='r155'></a><a href='#f155' class='c012'><sup>[155]</sup></a>—<span class='sc'>Fadladeen</span>, it was plain,
+took this last luckless allusion to himself, and would
+treasure it up in his mind as a whetstone for his next
+criticism. A sudden silence ensued; and the Princess,
+glancing a look at <span class='sc'>Feramorz</span>, saw plainly she must wait
+for a more courageous moment.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>But the glories of Nature, and her wild fragrant airs,
+playing freshly over the current of youthful spirits, will
+soon heal even deeper wounds than the dull Fadladeens
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_126'>126</span>of this world can inflict. In an evening or two after,
+they came to the small Valley of Gardens, which had
+been planted by order of the Emperor, for his favourite
+sister Rochinara, during their progress to Cashmere, some
+years before; and never was there a more sparkling
+assemblage of sweets, since the Gulzar-e-Irem, or Rose-bower
+of Irem. Every precious flower was there to be
+found, that poetry, or love, or religion has ever consecrated;
+from the dark hyacinth, to which Hafez
+compares his mistress’s hair,<a id='r156'></a><a href='#f156' class='c012'><sup>[156]</sup></a> to the <i>Cámalatá</i>, by
+whose rosy blossoms the heaven of Indra is scented.<a id='r157'></a><a href='#f157' class='c012'><sup>[157]</sup></a>
+As they sat in the cool fragrance of this delicious spot,
+and <span class='sc'>Lalla Rookh</span> remarked that she could fancy it
+the abode of that Flower-loving Nymph whom they
+worship in the temples of Kathay,<a id='r158'></a><a href='#f158' class='c012'><sup>[158]</sup></a> or of one of those
+Peris, those beautiful creatures of the air, who live upon
+perfumes, and to whom a place like this might make
+some amends for the Paradise they have lost,—the
+young Poet, in whose eyes she appeared, while she
+spoke, to be one of the bright spiritual creatures she
+was describing, said hesitatingly that he remembered a
+Story of a Peri, which, if the Princess had no objection,
+he would venture to relate. “It is,” said he, with an
+appealing look to <span class='sc'>Fadladeen</span>, “in a lighter and humbler
+strain than the other:” then, striking a few careless but
+melancholy chords on his kitar, he thus began:—</p>
+
+<div class='pbb'>
+ <hr class='pb c001'>
+</div>
+<div class='chapter'>
+
+<div id='lalla-rookh-paradise-and-the-peri'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/lalla-rookh-paradise-and-the-peri.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<h3 class='c020'>Paradise &#38; the Peri</h3>
+
+<div class='pbb'>
+ <hr class='pb c001'>
+</div>
+<div id='i-129'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_129'>129</span>
+<img src='images/i-129.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-l c027'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>One morn a Peri at the gate</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of Eden stood, disconsolate;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And as she listen’d to the Springs</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Of Life within, like music flowing,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_130'>130</span>And caught the light upon her wings</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Through the half-open portal glowing,</div>
+      <div class='line'>She wept to think her recreant race</div>
+      <div class='line'>Should e’er have lost that glorious place!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c025'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>“How happy,” exclaim’d this child of air,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Are the holy Spirits who wander there,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Mid flowers that never shall fade or fall;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Though mine are the gardens of earth and sea,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And the stars themselves have flowers for me,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“One blossom of Heaven out-blooms them all!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>“Though sunny the Lake of cool <span class='sc'>Cashmere</span>,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“With its plane-tree Isle reflected clear,<a id='r159'></a><a href='#f159' class='c012'><sup>[159]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“And sweetly the founts of that Valley fall;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Though bright are the waters of <span class='sc'>Sing-su-hay</span>,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And the golden floods that thitherward stray,<a id='r160'></a><a href='#f160' class='c012'><sup>[160]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>“Yet—oh, ’tis only the Blest can say</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“How the waters of Heaven outshine them all!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>“Go, wing thy flight from star to star,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“From world to luminous world, as far</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“As the universe spreads its flaming wall:</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Take all the pleasures of all the spheres,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And multiply each through endless years,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“One minute of Heaven is worth them all!”</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_131'>131</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c024'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>The glorious Angel, who was keeping</div>
+      <div class='line'>The gates of Light, beheld her weeping;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And, as he nearer drew and listen’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>To her sad song, a tear-drop glisten’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>Within his eyelids, like the spray</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>From Eden’s fountain, when it lies</div>
+      <div class='line'>On the blue flower, which—Bramins say—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Blooms nowhere but in Paradise.<a id='r161'></a><a href='#f161' class='c012'><sup>[161]</sup></a></div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>“Nymph of a fair but erring line!”</div>
+      <div class='line'>Gently he said—“One hope is thine.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“’Tis written in the Book of Fate,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“<i>The Peri yet may be forgiven</i></div>
+      <div class='line'>“<i>Who brings to this Eternal gate</i></div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“<i>The Gift that is most dear to Heaven!</i></div>
+      <div class='line'>“Go, seek it, and redeem thy sin—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“’Tis sweet to let the Pardon’d in.”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Rapidly as comets run</div>
+      <div class='line'>To the’ embraces of the Sun;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Fleeter than the starry brands</div>
+      <div class='line'>Flung at night from angel hands,<a id='r162'></a><a href='#f162' class='c012'><sup>[162]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>At those dark and daring sprites</div>
+      <div class='line'>Who would climb the’ empyreal heights,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Down the blue vault the <span class='sc'>Peri</span> flies,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And, lighted earthward by a glance</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_132'>132</span>That just then broke from morning’s eyes,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Hung hovering o’er our world’s expanse.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>But whither shall the Spirit go</div>
+      <div class='line'>To find this gift for Heaven?—“I know</div>
+      <div class='line'>“The wealth,” she cries, “of every urn,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“In which unnumber’d rubies burn,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Beneath the pillars of <span class='sc'>Chilminar</span>;<a id='r163'></a><a href='#f163' class='c012'><sup>[163]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>“I know where the Isles of Perfume are,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Many a fathom down in the sea,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“To the south of sun-bright <span class='sc'>Araby</span>;<a id='r164'></a><a href='#f164' class='c012'><sup>[164]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>“I know, too, where the Genii hid</div>
+      <div class='line'>“The jewell’d cup of their King <span class='sc'>Jamshid</span>,<a id='r165'></a><a href='#f165' class='c012'><sup>[165]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>“With Life’s elixir sparkling high—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“But gifts like these are not for the sky.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Where was there ever a gem that shone</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Like the steps of <span class='sc'>Alla’s</span> wonderful Throne?</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And the Drops of Life—oh! what would they be</div>
+      <div class='line'>“In the boundless Deep of Eternity?”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>While thus she mus’d, her pinions fann’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>The air of that sweet Indian land,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Whose air is balm; whose ocean spreads</div>
+      <div class='line'>O’er coral rocks, and amber beds:<a id='r166'></a><a href='#f166' class='c012'><sup>[166]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>Whose mountains, pregnant by the beam</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of the warm sun, with diamonds teem;</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_133'>133</span>Whose rivulets are like rich brides,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Lovely, with gold beneath their tides;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Whose sandal groves and bowers of spice</div>
+      <div class='line'>Might be a Peri’s Paradise!</div>
+      <div class='line'>But crimson now her rivers ran</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>With human blood—the smell of death</div>
+      <div class='line'>Came reeking from those spicy bowers,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And man, the sacrifice of man,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Mingled his taint with every breath</div>
+      <div class='line'>Up wafted from the innocent flowers.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Land of the Sun! what foot invades</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thy Pagods and thy pillar’d shades<a id='r167'></a><a href='#f167' class='c012'><sup>[167]</sup></a>—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thy cavern shrines, and Idol stones,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thy Monarchs and their thousand Thrones?<a id='r168'></a><a href='#f168' class='c012'><sup>[168]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>’Tis He of <span class='sc'>Gazna</span><a id='r169'></a><a href='#f169' class='c012'><sup>[169]</sup></a>—fierce in wrath</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>He comes, and <span class='sc'>India’s</span> diadems</div>
+      <div class='line'>Lie scatter’d in his ruinous path.—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>His bloodhounds he adorns with gems,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Torn from the violated necks</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Of many a young and lov’d Sultana;<a id='r170'></a><a href='#f170' class='c012'><sup>[170]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Maidens, within their pure Zenana,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Priests in the very fane he slaughters,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And choaks up with the glittering wrecks</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Of golden shrines the sacred waters!</div>
+      <div class='line'>Downward the <span class='sc'>Peri</span> turns her gaze,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And, through the war-field’s bloody haze</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_134'>134</span>Beholds a youthful warrior stand,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Alone, beside his native river,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>The red blade broken in his hand,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And the last arrow in his quiver.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Live,” said the Conqueror, “live to share</div>
+      <div class='line'>“The trophies and the crowns I bear!”</div>
+      <div class='line'>Silent that youthful warrior stood—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Silent he pointed to the flood</div>
+      <div class='line'>All crimson with his country’s blood,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Then sent his last remaining dart,</div>
+      <div class='line'>For answer, to the’ Invader’s heart.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c025'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>False flew the shaft, though pointed well;</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>The Tyrant liv’d, the Hero fell!—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Yet mark’d the <span class='sc'>Peri</span> where he lay,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And, when the rush of war was past,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Swiftly descending on a ray</div>
+      <div class='line in4'>Of morning light, she caught the last—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Last glorious drop his heart had shed,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Before its free-born spirit fled!</div>
+      <div class='line'></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c024'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>“Be this,” she cried, as she wing’d her flight,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“My welcome gift at the Gates of Light.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Though foul are the drops that oft distil</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“On the field of warfare, blood like this,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'><a id='tn-qm2'></a>“For Liberty shed, so holy is,<a id='r171'></a><a href='#f171' class='c012'><sup>[171]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_135'>135</span>“It would not stain the purest rill,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“That sparkles among the Bowers of Bliss!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Oh, if there be, on this earthly sphere,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“A boon, an offering Heaven holds dear,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“’Tis the last libation Liberty draws</div>
+      <div class='line'>“From the heart that bleeds and breaks in her cause!”</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div id='i-135'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i-135.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-l c028'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>“Sweet,” said the Angel, as she gave</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>The gift into his radiant hand,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Sweet is our welcome of the Brave</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Who die thus for their native Land.—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“But see—alas!—the crystal bar</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_136'>136</span>“Of Eden moves not—holier far</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Than even this drop the boon must be,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“That opes the Gates of Heaven for thee!”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Her first fond hope of Eden blighted,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Now among <span class='sc'>Afric’s</span> lunar Mountains,<a id='r172'></a><a href='#f172' class='c012'><sup>[172]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>Far to the South the <span class='sc'>Peri</span> lighted;</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And sleek’d her plumage at the fountains</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of that Egyptian tide—whose birth</div>
+      <div class='line'>Is hidden from the sons of earth</div>
+      <div class='line'>Deep in those solitary woods,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Where oft the Genii of the Floods</div>
+      <div class='line'>Dance round the cradle of their Nile,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And hail the new-born Giant’s smile.<a id='r173'></a><a href='#f173' class='c012'><sup>[173]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>Thence over <span class='sc'>Egypt’s</span> palmy groves,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Her grots, and sepulchres of Kings,<a id='r174'></a><a href='#f174' class='c012'><sup>[174]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>The exil’d Spirit sighing roves;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And now hangs listening to the doves</div>
+      <div class='line'>In warm <span class='sc'>Rosetta’s</span> vale<a id='r175'></a><a href='#f175' class='c012'><sup>[175]</sup></a>—now loves</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>To watch the moonlight on the wings</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of the white pelicans that break</div>
+      <div class='line'>The azure calm of <span class='sc'>Mœris’</span> Lake.<a id='r176'></a><a href='#f176' class='c012'><sup>[176]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>’Twas a fair scene—a Land more bright</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Never did mortal eye behold!</div>
+      <div class='line'>Who could have thought, that saw this night</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Those valleys and their fruits of gold</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_137'>137</span>Basking in Heaven’s serenest light;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Those groups of lovely date-trees bending</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Languidly their leaf-crown’d heads,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like youthful maids, when sleep descending</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Warns them to their silken beds;<a id='r177'></a><a href='#f177' class='c012'><sup>[177]</sup></a>—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Those virgin lilies, all the night</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Bathing their beauties in the lake,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That they may rise more fresh and bright,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>When their beloved Sun’s awake;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Those ruin’d shrines and towers that seem</div>
+      <div class='line'>The relics of a splendid dream;</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Amid whose fairy loneliness</div>
+      <div class='line'>Nought but the lapwing’s cry is heard,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Nought seen but (when the shadows, flitting</div>
+      <div class='line'>Fast from the moon, unsheath its gleam,)</div>
+      <div class='line'>Some purple-wing’d Sultana<a id='r178'></a><a href='#f178' class='c012'><sup>[178]</sup></a> sitting</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Upon a column, motionless</div>
+      <div class='line'>And glittering like an Idol bird!—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Who could have thought, that there, even there,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Amid those scenes so still and fair,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The Demon of the Plague hath cast</div>
+      <div class='line'>From his hot wing a deadlier blast,</div>
+      <div class='line'>More mortal far than ever came</div>
+      <div class='line'>From the red Desert’s sands of flame!</div>
+      <div class='line'>So quick, that every living thing</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of human shape, touch’d by his wing,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_138'>138</span>Like plants, where the Simoom hath past,</div>
+      <div class='line'>At once falls black and withering!</div>
+      <div class='line'>The sun went down on many a brow,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Which, full of bloom and freshness then,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Is rankling in the pest-house now,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And ne’er will feel that sun again.</div>
+      <div class='line'>And, oh! to see the’ unburied heaps</div>
+      <div class='line'>On which the lonely moonlight sleeps—</div>
+      <div class='line'>The very vultures turn away,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And sicken at so foul a prey!</div>
+      <div class='line'>Only the fierce hyæna stalks<a id='r179'></a><a href='#f179' class='c012'><sup>[179]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>Throughout the city’s desolate walks<a id='r180'></a><a href='#f180' class='c012'><sup>[180]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>At midnight, and his carnage plies:—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Woe to the half-dead wretch, who meets</div>
+      <div class='line'>The glaring of those large blue eyes<a id='r181'></a><a href='#f181' class='c012'><sup>[181]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Amid the darkness of the streets!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>“Poor race of men!” said the pitying Spirit,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Dearly ye pay for your primal Fall—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Some flow’rets of Eden ye still inherit,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“But the trail of the Serpent is over them all!”</div>
+      <div class='line'>She wept—the air grew pure and clear</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Around her, as the bright drops ran;</div>
+      <div class='line'>For there’s a magic in each tear</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Such kindly Spirits weep for man!</div>
+      <div class='line'>Just then beneath some orange trees,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_139'>139</span>Whose fruit and blossoms in the breeze</div>
+      <div class='line'>Were wantoning together, free,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like age at play with infancy—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Beneath that fresh and springing bower,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Close by the Lake, she heard the moan</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of one who, at this silent hour,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Had thither stolen to die alone.</div>
+      <div class='line'>One who in life, where’er he mov’d,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Drew after him the hearts of many;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Yet now, as though he ne’er were lov’d,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Dies here unseen, unwept by any!</div>
+      <div class='line'>None to watch near him—none to slake</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>The fire that in his bosom lies,</div>
+      <div class='line'>With even a sprinkle from that lake,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Which shines so cool before his eyes.</div>
+      <div class='line'>No voice, well known through many a day,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>To speak the last, the parting word,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Which, when all other sounds decay,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Is still like distant music heard;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>That tender farewell on the shore</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of this rude world, when all is o’er,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Which cheers the spirit, ere its bark</div>
+      <div class='line'>Puts off into the unknown Dark.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Deserted youth! one thought alone</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Shed joy around his soul in death—</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_140'>140</span>That she, whom he for years had known,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And lov’d, and might have call’d his own,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Was safe from this foul midnight’s breath,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Safe in her father’s princely halls,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Where the cool airs from fountain falls,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Freshly perfum’d by many a brand</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of the sweet wood from <span class='sc'>India’s</span> land,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Were pure as she whose brow they fann’d.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>But see—who yonder comes by stealth,<a id='r182'></a><a href='#f182' class='c012'><sup>[182]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line in2'>This melancholy bower to seek,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like a young envoy, sent by Health,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>With rosy gifts upon her cheek?</div>
+      <div class='line'>’Tis she—far off, through moonlight dim,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>He knew his own betrothed bride,</div>
+      <div class='line'>She, who would rather die with him,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Than live to gain the world beside!—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Her arms are round her lover now,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>His livid cheek to hers she presses,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And dips, to bind his burning brow,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>In the cool lake her loosen’d tresses.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Ah! once, how little did he think</div>
+      <div class='line'>An hour would come, when he should shrink</div>
+      <div class='line'>With horror from that dear embrace,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Those gentle arms, that were to him</div>
+      <div class='line'>Holy as is the cradling place</div>
+      <div class='line in2'><span class='pageno' id='Page_141'>141</span>Of Eden’s infant cherubim!</div>
+      <div class='line'>And now he yields—now turns away,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Shuddering as if the venom lay</div>
+      <div class='line'>All in those proffer’d lips alone—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Those lips that, then so fearless grown,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Never until that instant came</div>
+      <div class='line'>Near his unask’d or without shame.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Oh! let me only breathe the air,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“That blessed air, that’s breath’d by thee,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And, whether on its wings it bear</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Healing or death, ’tis sweet to me!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“There—drink my tears, while yet they fall—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Would that my bosom’s blood were balm,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And, well thou know’st, I’d shed it all,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“To give thy brow one minute’s calm.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Nay, turn not from me that dear face—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Am I not thine—thy own lov’d bride—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“The one, the chosen one, whose place</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“In life or death is by thy side?</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Think’st thou that she, whose only light,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“In this dim world, from thee hath shone,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Could bear the long, the cheerless night,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“That must be hers when thou art gone?</div>
+      <div class='line'>“That I can live, and let thee go,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Who art my life itself?—No, no—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“When the stem dies, the leaf that grew</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_142'>142</span>“Out of its heart must perish too!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Then turn to me, my own love, turn,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Before, like thee, I fade and burn;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Cling to these yet cool lips, and share</div>
+      <div class='line'>“The last pure life that lingers there!”</div>
+      <div class='line'>She fails—she sinks—as dies the lamp</div>
+      <div class='line'>In charnel airs, or cavern-damp,</div>
+      <div class='line'>So quickly do his baleful sighs</div>
+      <div class='line'>Quench all the sweet light of her eyes.</div>
+      <div class='line'>One struggle—and his pain is past—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Her lover is no longer living!</div>
+      <div class='line'>One kiss the maiden gives, one last,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Long kiss, which she expires in giving!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>“Sleep,” said the <span class='sc'>Peri</span>, as softly she stole</div>
+      <div class='line'>The farewell sigh of that vanishing soul,</div>
+      <div class='line'>As true as e’er warm’d a woman’s breast—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Sleep on, in visions of odour rest,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“In balmier airs than ever yet stirr’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>“The’ enchanted pile of that lonely bird,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Who sings at the last his own death-lay,<a id='r183'></a><a href='#f183' class='c012'><sup>[183]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>“And in music and perfume dies away!”</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div id='i-143'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i-143.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-l c028'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Thus saying, from her lips she spread</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Unearthly breathings through the place,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And shook her sparkling wreath, and shed</div>
+      <div class='line in2'><span class='pageno' id='Page_143'>143</span>Such lustre o’er each paly face,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That like two lovely saints they seem’d,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Upon the eve of doomsday taken</div>
+      <div class='line'>From their dim graves, in odour sleeping;</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>While that benevolent <span class='sc'>Peri</span> beam’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like their good angel, calmly keeping</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Watch o’er them till their souls would waken.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_144'>144</span>But morn is blushing in the sky;</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Again the <span class='sc'>Peri</span> soars above,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Bearing to Heaven that precious sigh</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Of pure self-sacrificing love.</div>
+      <div class='line'>High throbb’d her heart, with hope elate,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>The’ Elysian palm she soon shall win,</div>
+      <div class='line'>For the bright Spirit at the gate</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Smil’d as she gave that offering in;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And she already hears the trees</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Of Eden, with their crystal bells</div>
+      <div class='line'>Ringing in that ambrosial breeze</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>That from the throne of <span class='sc'>Alla</span> swells;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And she can see the starry bowls</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>That lie around that lucid lake,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Upon whose banks admitted Souls</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Their first sweet draught of glory take!<a id='r184'></a><a href='#f184' class='c012'><sup>[184]</sup></a></div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>But, ah! even <span class='sc'>Peris’</span> hopes are vain—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Again the Fates forbade, again</div>
+      <div class='line'>The’ immortal barrier clos’d—“Not yet,”</div>
+      <div class='line'>The Angel said as, with regret,</div>
+      <div class='line'>He shut from her that glimpse of glory—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“True was the maiden, and her story,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Written in light o’er <span class='sc'>Alla’s</span> head,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“By seraph eyes shall long be read.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“But, <span class='sc'>Peri</span>, see—the crystal bar</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_145'>145</span>“Of Eden moves not—holier far</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Than even this sigh the boon must be</div>
+      <div class='line'>“That opes the Gates of Heaven for thee.”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Now, upon <span class='sc'>Syria’s</span> land of roses<a id='r185'></a><a href='#f185' class='c012'><sup>[185]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>Softly the light of Eve reposes,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And, like a glory, the broad sun</div>
+      <div class='line'>Hangs over sainted <span class='sc'>Lebanon</span>;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Whose head in wintry grandeur towers,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And whitens with eternal sleet,</div>
+      <div class='line'>While summer, in a vale of flowers,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Is sleeping rosy at his feet.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>To one, who look’d from upper air</div>
+      <div class='line'>O’er all the’ enchanted regions there,</div>
+      <div class='line'>How beauteous must have been the glow,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The life, the sparkling from below!</div>
+      <div class='line'>Fair gardens, shining streams, with ranks</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of golden melons on their banks,</div>
+      <div class='line'>More golden where the sun-light falls;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Gay lizards, glittering on the walls<a id='r186'></a><a href='#f186' class='c012'><sup>[186]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>Of ruin’d shrines, busy and bright</div>
+      <div class='line'>As they were all alive with light;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And, yet more splendid, numerous flocks</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of pigeons, settling on the rocks,</div>
+      <div class='line'>With their rich restless wings, that gleam</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_146'>146</span>Variously in the crimson beam</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of the warm West,—as if inlaid</div>
+      <div class='line'>With brilliants from the mine, or made</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of tearless rainbows, such as span</div>
+      <div class='line'>The’ unclouded skies of <span class='sc'>Peristan</span>.</div>
+      <div class='line'>And then the mingling sounds that come</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of shepherd’s ancient reed,<a id='r187'></a><a href='#f187' class='c012'><sup>[187]</sup></a> with hum</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of the wild bees of <span class='sc'>Palestine</span>,<a id='r188'></a><a href='#f188' class='c012'><sup>[188]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Banqueting through the flowery vales;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And, <span class='sc'>Jordan</span>, those sweet banks of thine,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And woods, so full of nightingales.<a id='r189'></a><a href='#f189' class='c012'><sup>[189]</sup></a></div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>But nought can charm the luckless <span class='sc'>Peri</span>;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Her soul is sad—her wings are weary—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Joyless she sees the Sun look down</div>
+      <div class='line'>On that great Temple, once his own,<a id='r190'></a><a href='#f190' class='c012'><sup>[190]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>Whose lonely columns stand sublime,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Flinging their shadows from on high,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like dials, which the wizard, Time,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Had rais’d to count his ages by!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Yet haply there may lie conceal’d</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Beneath those Chambers of the Sun,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Some amulet of gems anneal’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>In upper fires, some tablet seal’d</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>With the great name of <span class='sc'>Solomon</span>,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'><span class='pageno' id='Page_147'>147</span>Which, spell’d by her illumin’d eyes,</div>
+      <div class='line'>May teach her where, beneath the moon,</div>
+      <div class='line'>In earth or ocean, lies the boon,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The charm, that can restore so soon</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>An erring Spirit to the skies.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Cheer’d by this hope she bends her thither;—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Still laughs the radiant eye of Heaven,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Nor have the golden bowers of Even</div>
+      <div class='line'>In the rich West begun to wither;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>When, o’er the vale of <span class='sc'>Balbec</span> winging</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Slowly, she sees a child at play,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Among the rosy wild flowers singing,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>As rosy and as wild as they;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Chasing, with eager hands and eyes,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The beautiful blue damsel flies,<a id='r191'></a><a href='#f191' class='c012'><sup>[191]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>That flutter’d round the jasmine stems,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like wingèd flowers or flying gems:—</div>
+      <div class='line'>And, near the boy, who tir’d with play</div>
+      <div class='line'>Now nestling ’mid the roses lay,</div>
+      <div class='line'>She saw a wearied man dismount</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>From his hot steed, and on the brink</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of a small imaret’s rustic fount<a id='r192'></a><a href='#f192' class='c012'><sup>[192]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Impatient fling him down to drink.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Then swift his haggard brow he turn’d</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>To the fair child, who fearless sat,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_148'>148</span>Though never yet hath day-beam burn’d</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Upon a brow more fierce than that,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Sullenly fierce—a mixture dire,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like thunder-clouds, of gloom and fire;</div>
+      <div class='line'>In which the <span class='sc'>Peri’s</span> eye could read</div>
+      <div class='line'>Dark tales of many a ruthless deed;</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_149'>149</span>The ruin’d maid—the shrine profan’d—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Oaths broken—and the threshold stain’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>With blood of guests!—<em>there</em> written, all,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Black as the damning drops that fall</div>
+      <div class='line'>From the denouncing Angel’s pen,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Ere Mercy weeps them out again.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div id='i-148'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i-148.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-l c028'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Yet tranquil now that man of crime</div>
+      <div class='line'>(As if the balmy evening time</div>
+      <div class='line'>Soften’d his spirit) look’d and lay,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Watching the rosy infant’s play:—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Though still, whene’er his eye by chance</div>
+      <div class='line'>Fell on the boy’s, its lurid glance</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Met that unclouded joyous gaze,</div>
+      <div class='line'>As torches that have burnt all night</div>
+      <div class='line'>Through some impure and godless rite,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Encounter morning’s glorious rays.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>But, hark! the vesper call to prayer,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>As slow the orb of daylight sets,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Is rising sweetly on the air,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>From <span class='sc'>Syria’s</span> thousand minarets!</div>
+      <div class='line'>The boy has started from the bed</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of flowers, where he had laid his head,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And down upon the fragrant sod</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Kneels,<a id='r193'></a><a href='#f193' class='c012'><sup>[193]</sup></a> with his forehead to the south,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_150'>150</span>Lisping the’ eternal name of God</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>From Purity’s own cherub mouth,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And looking, while his hands and eyes</div>
+      <div class='line'>Are lifted to the glowing skies,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like a stray babe of Paradise,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Just lighted on that flowery plain,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And seeking for its home again.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Oh! ’twas a sight—that Heaven—that child—</div>
+      <div class='line'>A scene, which might have well beguil’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>Even haughty <span class='sc'>Eblis</span> of a sigh</div>
+      <div class='line'>For glories lost and peace gone by!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>And how felt <em>he</em>, the wretched Man</div>
+      <div class='line'>Reclining there—while memory ran</div>
+      <div class='line'>O’er many a year of guilt and strife,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Flew o’er the dark flood of his life,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Nor found one sunny resting-place,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Nor brought him back one branch of grace!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“There <em>was</em> a time,” he said, in mild,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Heart-humbled tones—“thou blessed child!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“When, young and haply pure as thou,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“I look’d and pray’d like thee—but now—”</div>
+      <div class='line'>He hung his head—each nobler aim,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And hope, and feeling, which had slept</div>
+      <div class='line'>From boyhood’s hour, that instant came</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Fresh o’er him, and he wept—he wept!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div id='i-151'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_151'>151</span>
+<img src='images/i-151.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-l c028'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>Blest tears of soul-felt penitence!</div>
+      <div class='line in4'>In whose benign, redeeming flow</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Is felt the first, the only sense</div>
+      <div class='line in4'>Of guiltless joy that guilt can know.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c025'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>“There’s a drop,” said the <span class='sc'>Peri</span>, “that down from the moon</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Falls through the withering airs of June</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Upon <span class='sc'>Egypt’s</span> land,<a id='r194'></a><a href='#f194' class='c012'><sup>[194]</sup></a> of so healing a power,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“So balmy a virtue, that e’en in the hour</div>
+      <div class='line'>“The drop descends, contagion dies,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And health re-animates earth and skies!—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Oh, is it not thus, thou man of sin,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'><span class='pageno' id='Page_152'>152</span>“The precious tears of repentance fall?</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Though foul thy fiery plagues within,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“One heavenly drop hath dispell’d them all!”</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div id='i-152'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i-152.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-l c022'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c024'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>And now—behold him kneeling there</div>
+      <div class='line'>By the child’s side, in humble prayer,</div>
+      <div class='line'>While the same sunbeam shines upon</div>
+      <div class='line'>The guilty and the guiltless one,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_153'>153</span>And hymns of joy proclaim through Heaven</div>
+      <div class='line'>The triumph of a Soul Forgiven!</div>
+      <div class='line'>’Twas when the golden orb had set,</div>
+      <div class='line'>While on their knees they linger’d yet,</div>
+      <div class='line'>There fell a light more lovely far</div>
+      <div class='line'>Than ever came from sun or star,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Upon the tear that, warm and meek,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Dew’d that repentant sinner’s cheek.</div>
+      <div class='line'>To mortal eye this light might seem</div>
+      <div class='line'>A northern flash or meteor beam—</div>
+      <div class='line'>But well the’ enraptur’d <span class='sc'>Peri</span> knew</div>
+      <div class='line'>’Twas a bright smile the Angel threw</div>
+      <div class='line'>From Heaven’s gate, to hail that tear</div>
+      <div class='line'>Her harbinger of glory near!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>“Joy, joy for ever! my task is done—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“The Gates are pass’d, and Heaven is won!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Oh! am I not happy? I am, I am—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“To thee, sweet Eden! how dark and sad</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Are the diamond turrets of <span class='sc'>Shadukiam</span>,<a id='r195'></a><a href='#f195' class='c012'><sup>[195]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“And the fragrant bowers of <span class='sc'>Amberabad</span>!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Farewell, ye odours of Earth, that die</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Passing away like a lover’s sigh;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“My feast is now of the Tooba Tree,<a id='r196'></a><a href='#f196' class='c012'><sup>[196]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>“Whose scent is the breath of Eternity!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c025'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'><span class='pageno' id='Page_154'>154</span>“Farewell, ye vanishing flowers, that shone</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“In my fairy wreath, so bright and brief;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Oh! what are the brightest that e’er have blown,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“To the lote-tree, springing by <span class='sc'>Alla’s</span> throne,<a id='r197'></a><a href='#f197' class='c012'><sup>[197]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Whose flowers have a soul in every leaf!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Joy, joy for ever!—my task is done—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“The Gates are pass’d, and Heaven is won!”</div>
+      <div class='line'></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div id='i-154'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i-154.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+</div>
+
+<div class='pbb'>
+ <hr class='pb c001'>
+</div>
+<p class='c018'><span class='pageno' id='Page_155'>155</span>“And this,” said the Great Chamberlain, “is poetry!
+this flimsy manufacture of the brain, which, in comparison
+with the lofty and durable monuments of genius, is as
+the gold filigree-work of Zamara beside the eternal architecture
+of Egypt!” After this gorgeous sentence, which,
+with a few more of the same kind, <span class='sc'>Fadladeen</span> kept by
+him for rare and important occasions, he proceeded to
+the anatomy of the short poem just recited. The lax
+and easy kind of metre in which it was written ought
+to be denounced, he said, as one of the leading causes
+of the alarming growth of poetry in our times. If some
+check were not given to this lawless facility, we should
+soon be over-run by a race of bards as numerous and as
+shallow as the hundred and twenty thousand Streams
+of Basra.<a id='r198'></a><a href='#f198' class='c012'><sup>[198]</sup></a> They who succeeded in this style deserved
+chastisement for their very success;—as warriors have
+been punished, even after gaining a victory, because they
+had taken the liberty of gaining it in an irregular or unestablished
+manner. What, then, was to be said to those
+who failed? to those who presumed, as in the present
+lamentable instance, to imitate the license and ease of
+the bolder sons of song, without any of that grace or vigour
+which gave a dignity even to negligence;—who, like them,
+flung the jereed<a id='r199'></a><a href='#f199' class='c012'><sup>[199]</sup></a> carelessly, but not, like them, to the
+mark;—“and who,” said he, raising his voice, to excite
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_156'>156</span>a proper degree of wakefulness in his hearers, “contrive
+to appear heavy and constrained in the midst of all the
+latitude they allow themselves, like one of those young
+pagans that dance before the Princess, who is ingenious
+enough to move as if her limbs were fettered, in a pair
+of the lightest and loosest drawers of Masulipatam!”</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>It was but little suitable, he continued, to the grave
+march of criticism to follow this fantastical Peri, of whom
+they had just heard, through all her flights and adventures
+between earth and heaven; but he could not help adverting
+to the puerile conceitedness of the Three Gifts
+which she is supposed to carry to the skies,—a drop of
+blood, forsooth, a sigh, and a tear! How the first of these
+articles was delivered into the Angel’s “radiant hand” he
+professed himself at a loss to discover; and as to the safe
+carriage of the sigh and the tear, such Peris and such
+poets were beings by far too incomprehensible for him
+even to guess how they managed such matters. “But,
+in short,” said he, “it is a waste of time and patience
+to dwell longer upon a thing so incurably frivolous,—puny
+even among its own puny race, and such as only the
+Banyan Hospital<a id='r200'></a><a href='#f200' class='c012'><sup>[200]</sup></a> for Sick Insects should undertake.”</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>In vain did <span class='sc'>Lalla Rookh</span> try to soften this inexorable
+critic; in vain did she resort to her most eloquent
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_157'>157</span>common-places,—reminding him that poets were a timid
+and sensitive race, whose sweetness was not to be drawn
+forth, like that of the fragrant grass near the Ganges, by
+crushing and trampling upon them;<a id='r201'></a><a href='#f201' class='c012'><sup>[201]</sup></a>—that severity often
+extinguished every chance of the perfection which it
+demanded; and that, after all, perfection was like the
+Mountain of the Talisman,—no one had ever yet reached
+its summit.<a id='r202'></a><a href='#f202' class='c012'><sup>[202]</sup></a> Neither these gentle axioms, nor the still
+gentler looks with which they were inculcated, could lower
+for one instant the elevation of <span class='sc'>Fadladeen’s</span> eyebrows,
+or charm him into any thing like encouragement, or even
+toleration, of her poet. Toleration, indeed, was not among
+the weaknesses of <span class='sc'>Fadladeen</span>:—he carried the same spirit
+into matters of poetry and of religion, and, though little
+versed in the beauties or sublimities of either, was a perfect
+master of the art of persecution in both. His zeal was
+the same, too, in either pursuit; whether the game before
+him was pagans or poetasters,—worshippers of cows, or
+writers of epics.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>They had now arrived at the splendid city of Lahore,
+whose mausoleums and shrines, magnificent and numberless,
+where Death appeared to share equal honours with
+Heaven, would have powerfully affected the heart and
+imagination of <span class='sc'>Lalla Rookh</span>, if feelings more of this
+earth had not taken entire possession of her already. She
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_158'>158</span>was here met by messengers, despatched from Cashmere,
+who informed her that the King had arrived in the Valley,
+and was himself superintending the sumptuous preparations
+that were then making in the Saloons of the Shalimar
+for her reception. The chill she felt on receiving this
+intelligence,—which to a bride whose heart was free and
+light would have brought only images of affection and
+pleasure,—convinced her that her peace was gone for
+ever, and that she was in love, irretrievably in love, with
+young <span class='sc'>Feramorz</span>. The veil had fallen off in which this
+passion at first disguises itself, and to know that she
+loved was now as painful as to love <em>without</em> knowing it
+had been delicious. <span class='sc'>Feramorz</span>, too,—what misery would
+be his, if the sweet hours of intercourse so imprudently
+allowed them should have stolen into his heart the same
+fatal fascination as into hers;—if, notwithstanding her
+rank, and the modest homage he always paid to it, even
+<em>he</em> should have yielded to the influence of those long
+and happy interviews, where music, poetry, the delightful
+scenes of nature,—all had tended to bring their hearts
+close together, and to waken by every means that too
+ready passion, which often, like the young of the desert-bird,
+is warmed into life by the eyes alone!<a id='r203'></a><a href='#f203' class='c012'><sup>[203]</sup></a> She
+saw but one way to preserve herself from being culpable
+as well as unhappy, and this, however painful, she was
+resolved to adopt. <span class='sc'>Feramorz</span> must no more be admitted
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_159'>159</span>to her presence. To have strayed so far into the dangerous
+labyrinth was wrong, but to linger in it, while the clue
+was yet in her hand, would be criminal. Though the
+heart she had to offer to the King of Bucharia might be
+cold and broken, it should at least be pure; and she must
+only endeavour to forget the short dream of happiness
+she had enjoyed,—like that Arabian shepherd, who, in
+wandering into the wilderness, caught a glimpse of the
+Gardens of Irim, and then lost them again for ever!<a id='r204'></a><a href='#f204' class='c012'><sup>[204]</sup></a></p>
+
+<p class='c011'>The arrival of the young Bride at Lahore was celebrated
+in the most enthusiastic manner. The Rajas and Omras
+in her train, who had kept at a certain distance during the
+journey, and never encamped nearer to the Princess than
+was strictly necessary for her safeguard, here rode in
+splendid cavalcade through the city, and distributed the
+most costly presents to the crowd. Engines were erected
+in all the squares, which cast forth showers of confectionery
+among the people; while the artisans, in chariots<a id='r205'></a><a href='#f205' class='c012'><sup>[205]</sup></a> adorned
+with tinsel and flying streamers, exhibited the badges
+of their respective trades through the streets. Such brilliant
+displays of life and pageantry among the palaces,
+and domes, and gilded minarets of Lahore, made the city
+altogether like a place of enchantment;—particularly on
+the day when <span class='sc'>Lalla Rookh</span> set out again upon her
+journey, when she was accompanied to the gate by all
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_160'>160</span>the fairest and richest of the nobility, and rode along
+between ranks of beautiful boys and girls, who kept
+waving over their heads plates of gold and silver flowers,<a id='r206'></a><a href='#f206' class='c012'><sup>[206]</sup></a>
+and then threw them around to be gathered by the
+populace.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>For many days after their departure from Lahore, a
+considerable degree of gloom hung over the whole party.
+<span class='sc'>Lalla Rookh</span>, who had intended to make illness her
+excuse for not admitting the young minstrel, as usual, to
+the pavilion, soon found that to feign indisposition was
+unnecessary;—<span class='sc'>Fadladeen</span> felt the loss of the good road
+they had hitherto travelled, and was very near cursing
+Jehan-Guire (of blessed memory!) for not having continued
+his delectable alley of trees,<a id='r207'></a><a href='#f207' class='c012'><sup>[207]</sup></a> at least as far as
+the mountains of Cashmere;—while the Ladies, who had
+nothing now to do all day but to be fanned by peacocks’
+feathers and listen to <span class='sc'>Fadladeen</span>, seemed heartily weary of
+the life they led, and, in spite of all the Great Chamberlain’s
+criticisms, were so tasteless as to wish for the poet again.
+One evening, as they were proceeding to their place of
+rest for the night, the Princess, who, for the freer enjoyment
+of the air, had mounted her favourite Arabian
+palfrey, in passing by a small grove, heard the notes of a
+lute from within its leaves, and a voice, which she but
+too well knew, singing the following words:—</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_161'>161</span>Tell me not of joys above,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>If that world can give no bliss,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Truer, happier than the Love</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Which enslaves our souls in this.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Tell me not of Houris’ eyes;—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Far from me their dangerous glow,</div>
+      <div class='line'>If those looks that light the skies</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Wound like some that burn below.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Who, that feels what Love is here,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>All its falsehood—all its pain—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Would, for even Elysium’s sphere,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Risk the fatal dream again?</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Who, that midst a desert’s heat</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Sees the waters fade away,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Would not rather die than meet</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Streams again as false as they?</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c026'>The tone of melancholy defiance in which these words
+were uttered, went to <span class='sc'>Lalla Rookh’s</span> heart;—and, as
+she reluctantly rode on, she could not help feeling it to
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_162'>162</span>be a sad but still sweet certainty, that <span class='sc'>Feramorz</span> was to
+the full as enamoured and miserable as herself.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>The place where they encamped that evening was the
+first delightful spot they had come to since they left
+Lahore. On one side of them was a grove full of small
+Hindoo temples, and planted with the most graceful
+trees of the East; where the tamarind, the cassia, and
+the silken plantains of Ceylon were mingled in rich
+contrast with the high fanlike foliage of the Palmyra,—that
+favourite tree of the luxurious bird that lights up
+the chambers of its nest with fire-flies.<a id='r208'></a><a href='#f208' class='c012'><sup>[208]</sup></a> In the middle
+of the lawn where the pavilion stood there was a tank
+surrounded by small mangoe-trees, on the clear cold
+waters of which floated multitudes of the beautiful red
+lotus;<a id='r209'></a><a href='#f209' class='c012'><sup>[209]</sup></a> while at a distance stood the ruins of a strange
+and awful-looking tower, which seemed old enough to
+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 ruin
+excited the wonder and conjectures of all. <span class='sc'>Lalla Rookh</span>
+guessed in vain, and the all-pretending <span class='sc'>Fadladeen</span>, who
+had never till this journey been beyond the precincts of
+Delhi, was proceeding most learnedly to show that he
+knew nothing whatever about the matter, when one of
+the Ladies suggested that perhaps <span class='sc'>Feramorz</span> could satisfy
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_163'>163</span>their curiosity. They were now approaching his native
+mountains, and this tower might perhaps be a relic of
+some of those dark superstitions, which had prevailed in
+that country before the light of Islam dawned upon it.
+The Chamberlain, who usually preferred his own ignorance
+to the best knowledge that any one else could give
+him, was by no means pleased with this officious reference;
+and the Princess, too, was about to interpose a
+faint word of objection, but, before either of them could
+speak, a slave was despatched for <span class='sc'>Feramorz</span>, who, in a
+very few minutes, made his appearance before them—looking
+so pale and unhappy in <span class='sc'>Lalla Rookh’s</span> eyes,
+that she repented already of her cruelty in having so
+long excluded him.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>That venerable tower, he told them, was the remains
+of an ancient Fire-temple, built by those Ghebers or
+Persians of the old religion, who, many hundred years
+since, had fled hither from their Arab conquerors,<a id='r210'></a><a href='#f210' class='c012'><sup>[210]</sup></a> preferring
+liberty and their altars in a foreign land to the
+alternative of apostasy or persecution in their own. It
+was impossible, he added, not to feel interested in the
+many glorious but unsuccessful struggles, which had been
+made by these original natives of Persia to cast off the
+yoke of their bigoted conquerors. Like their own Fire
+in the Burning Field at Bakou,<a id='r211'></a><a href='#f211' class='c012'><sup>[211]</sup></a> when suppressed in
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_164'>164</span>one place, they had but broken out with fresh flame in
+another; and, as a native of Cashmere, of that fair and
+Holy Valley, which had in the same manner become the
+prey of strangers,<a id='r212'></a><a href='#f212' class='c012'><sup>[212]</sup></a> and seen her ancient shrines and
+native princes swept away before the march of her
+intolerant invaders, he felt a sympathy, he owned, with
+the sufferings of the persecuted Ghebers, which every
+monument like this before them but tended more powerfully
+to awaken.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>It was the first time that <span class='sc'>Feramorz</span> had ever ventured
+upon so much <em>prose</em> before <span class='sc'>Fadladeen</span>, and it may
+easily be conceived what effect such prose as this must
+have produced upon that most orthodox and most pagan-hating
+personage. He sat for some minutes aghast,
+ejaculating only at intervals, “Bigoted conquerors!—sympathy
+with Fire-worshippers!”<a id='r213'></a><a href='#f213' class='c012'><sup>[213]</sup></a>—while <span class='sc'>Feramorz</span>,
+happy to take advantage of this almost speechless horror
+of the Chamberlain, proceeded to say that he knew a melancholy
+story, connected with the events of one of those
+struggles of the brave Fire-worshippers against their
+Arab masters, which, if the evening was not too far
+advanced, he should have much pleasure in being allowed
+to relate to the Princess. It was impossible for <span class='sc'>Lalla
+Rookh</span> to refuse;—he had never before looked half so
+animated; and when he spoke of the Holy Valley his
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_165'>165</span>eyes had sparkled, she thought, like the talismanic
+characters on the scimitar of Solomon. Her consent was
+therefore most readily granted; and while <span class='sc'>Fadladeen</span>
+sat in unspeakable dismay, expecting treason and abomination
+in every line, the poet thus began his story of
+the Fire-worshippers:—</p>
+
+<div class='pbb'>
+ <hr class='pb c001'>
+</div>
+<div class='chapter'>
+
+<div id='lalla-rookh-the-fire-worshippers'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/lalla-rookh-the-fire-worshippers.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<h3 class='c020'>The Fire Worshippers</h3>
+
+<div class='pbb'>
+ <hr class='pb c001'>
+</div>
+<div id='i-169'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_169'>169</span>
+<img src='images/i-169.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-l c021'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>’Tis moonlight over <span class='sc'>Oman’s Sea</span>;<a id='r214'></a><a href='#f214' class='c012'><sup>[214]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Her banks of pearl and palmy isles</div>
+      <div class='line'>Bask in the night-beam beauteously,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And her blue waters sleep in smiles.</div>
+      <div class='line'>’Tis moonlight in <span class='sc'>Harmozia’s</span><a id='r215'></a><a href='#f215' class='c012'><sup>[215]</sup></a> walls,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And through her <span class='sc'>Emir’s</span> porphyry halls,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Where, some hours since, was heard the swell</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of trumpet and the clash of zel,<a id='r216'></a><a href='#f216' class='c012'><sup>[216]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>Bidding the bright-eyed sun farewell;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>The peaceful sun, whom better suits</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>The music of the bulbul’s nest,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Or the light touch of lovers’ lutes,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'><span class='pageno' id='Page_170'>170</span>To sing him to his golden rest.</div>
+      <div class='line'>All hush’d—there’s not a breeze in motion;</div>
+      <div class='line'>The shore is silent as the ocean.</div>
+      <div class='line'>If zephyrs come, so light they come,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Nor leaf is stirr’d nor wave is driven;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>The wind-tower on the <span class='sc'>Emir’s</span> dome<a id='r217'></a><a href='#f217' class='c012'><sup>[217]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Can hardly win a breath from heaven.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Even he, that tyrant Arab, sleeps</div>
+      <div class='line'>Calm, while a nation round him weeps;</div>
+      <div class='line'>While curses load the air he breathes,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And falchions from unnumbered sheaths</div>
+      <div class='line'>Are starting to avenge the shame</div>
+      <div class='line'>His race hath brought on <span class='sc'>Iran’s</span><a id='r218'></a><a href='#f218' class='c012'><sup>[218]</sup></a> name.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Hard, heartless Chief, unmov’d alike</div>
+      <div class='line'>Mid eyes that weep, and swords that strike;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>One of that saintly, murderous brood,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>To carnage and the Koran given,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Who think through unbelievers’ blood</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Lies their directest path to heaven;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>One, who will pause and kneel unshod</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>In the warm blood his hand hath pour’d,</div>
+      <div class='line'>To mutter o’er some text of God</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Engraven on his reeking sword;<a id='r219'></a><a href='#f219' class='c012'><sup>[219]</sup></a>—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Nay, who can coolly note the line,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The letter of those words divine,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_171'>171</span>To which his blade, with searching art,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Had sunk into its victim’s heart!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Just <span class='sc'>Alla</span>! what must be thy look,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>When such a wretch before thee stands</div>
+      <div class='line'>Unblushing, with thy Sacred Book,—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Turning the leaves with blood-stain’d hands,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And wresting from its page sublime</div>
+      <div class='line'>His creed of lust, and hate, and crime;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Even as those bees of <span class='sc'>Trebizond</span>,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Which, from the sunniest flowers that glad</div>
+      <div class='line'>With their pure smile the gardens round,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Draw venom forth that drives men mad.<a id='r220'></a><a href='#f220' class='c012'><sup>[220]</sup></a></div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Never did fierce <span class='sc'>Arabia</span> send</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>A satrap forth more direly great;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Never was <span class='sc'>Iran</span> doom’d to bend</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Beneath a yoke of deadlier weight.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Her throne had fallen—her pride was crush’d—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Her sons were willing slaves, nor blush’d,</div>
+      <div class='line'>In their own land,—no more their own,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>To crouch beneath a stranger’s throne.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Her towers, where <span class='sc'>Mithra</span> once had burn’d,</div>
+      <div class='line'>To Moslem shrines—oh shame!—were turn’d,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Where slaves, converted by the sword,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Their mean, apostate worship pour’d,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_172'>172</span>And curs’d the faith their sires ador’d.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Yet has she hearts, mid all this ill,</div>
+      <div class='line'>O’er all this wreck high buoyant still</div>
+      <div class='line'>With hope and vengeance;—hearts that yet—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Like gems, in darkness, issuing rays</div>
+      <div class='line'>They’ve treasur’d from the sun that’s set,—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Beam all the light of long-lost days!</div>
+      <div class='line'>And swords she hath, nor weak nor slow</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>To second all such hearts can dare;</div>
+      <div class='line'>As he shall know, well, dearly know,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Who sleeps in moonlight luxury there,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Tranquil as if his spirit lay</div>
+      <div class='line'>Becalm’d in Heaven’s approving ray.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Sleep on—for purer eyes than thine</div>
+      <div class='line'>Those waves are hush’d, those planets shine;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Sleep on, and be thy rest unmov’d</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>By the white moonbeam’s dazzling power;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>None but the loving and the lov’d</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Should be awake at this sweet hour.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>And see—where, high above those rocks</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>That o’er the deep their shadows fling,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Yon turret stands;—where ebon locks,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>As glossy as a heron’s wing</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Upon the turban of a king,<a id='r221'></a><a href='#f221' class='c012'><sup>[221]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>Hang from the lattice, long and wild—</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_173'>173</span>’Tis she, that <span class='sc'>Emir’s</span> blooming child,</div>
+      <div class='line'>All truth and tenderness and grace,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Though born of such ungentle race;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>An image of Youth’s radiant Fountain</div>
+      <div class='line'>Springing in a desolate mountain!<a id='r222'></a><a href='#f222' class='c012'><sup>[222]</sup></a></div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Oh what a pure and sacred thing</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Is Beauty, curtain’d from the sight</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of the gross world, illumining</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>One only mansion with her light!</div>
+      <div class='line'>Unseen by man’s disturbing eye,—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>The flower that blooms beneath the sea,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Too deep for sunbeams, doth not lie</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Hid in more chaste obscurity.</div>
+      <div class='line'>So, <span class='sc'>Hinda</span>, have thy face and mind,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like holy mysteries, lain enshrin’d.</div>
+      <div class='line'>And oh, what transport for a lover</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>To lift the veil that shades them o’er!—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like those who, all at once, discover</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>In the lone deep some fairy shore,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Where mortal never trod before,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And sleep and wake in scented airs</div>
+      <div class='line'>No lip had ever breath’d but theirs.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Beautiful are the maids that glide,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>On summer-eves, through <span class='sc'>Yemen’s</span><a id='r223'></a><a href='#f223' class='c012'><sup>[223]</sup></a> dales,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_174'>174</span>And bright the glancing looks they hide</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Behind their litters’ roseate veils;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>And brides, as delicate and fair</div>
+      <div class='line'>As the white jasmine flowers they wear,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Hath <span class='sc'>Yemen</span> in her blissful clime,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Who, lull’d in cool kiosk or bower,<a id='r224'></a><a href='#f224' class='c012'><sup>[224]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>Before their mirrors count the time,<a id='r225'></a><a href='#f225' class='c012'><sup>[225]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And grow still lovelier every hour.</div>
+      <div class='line'>But never yet hath bride or maid</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>In <span class='sc'>Araby’s</span> gay Haram smil’d,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Whose boasted brightness would not fade</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Before <span class='sc'>Al Hassan’s</span> blooming child.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Light as the angel shapes that bless</div>
+      <div class='line'>An infant’s dream, yet not the less</div>
+      <div class='line'>Rich in all woman’s loveliness;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>With eyes so pure, that from their ray</div>
+      <div class='line'>Dark Vice would turn abash’d away,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Blinded like serpents, when they gaze</div>
+      <div class='line'>Upon the emerald’s virgin blaze;<a id='r226'></a><a href='#f226' class='c012'><sup>[226]</sup></a>—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Yet fill’d with all youth’s sweet desires,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Mingling the meek and vestal fires</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of other worlds with all the bliss,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The fond, weak tenderness of this:</div>
+      <div class='line'>A soul, too, more than half divine,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Where, through some shades of earthly feeling.</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_175'>175</span>Religion’s soften’d glories shine,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Like light through summer foliage stealing,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Shedding a glow of such mild hue,</div>
+      <div class='line'>So warm, and yet so shadowy too,</div>
+      <div class='line'>As makes the very darkness there</div>
+      <div class='line'>More beautiful than light elsewhere.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Such is the maid who, at this hour,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Hath risen from her restless sleep,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And sits alone in that high bower,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Watching the still and shining deep.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Ah! ’twas not thus,—with tearful eyes</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And beating heart,—she used to gaze</div>
+      <div class='line'>On the magnificent earth and skies,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>In her own land, in happier days.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Why looks she now so anxious down</div>
+      <div class='line'>Among those rocks, whose rugged frown</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Blackens the mirror of the deep?</div>
+      <div class='line'>Whom waits she all this lonely night?</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Too rough the rocks, too bold the steep,</div>
+      <div class='line'>For man to scale that turret’s height!—</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>So deem’d at least her thoughtful sire,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>When high, to catch the cool night-air,</div>
+      <div class='line'>After the day-beam’s withering fire,<a id='r227'></a><a href='#f227' class='c012'><sup>[227]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line in2'>He built her bower of freshness there,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_176'>176</span>And had it deck’d with costliest skill,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And fondly thought it safe as fair:—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Think, reverend dreamer! think so still,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Nor wake to learn what Love can dare;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Love, all-defying Love, who sees</div>
+      <div class='line'>No charm in trophies won with ease;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Whose rarest, dearest fruits of bliss</div>
+      <div class='line'>Are pluck’d on Danger’s precipice!</div>
+      <div class='line'>Bolder than they who dare not dive</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>For pearls, but when the sea’s at rest,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Love, in the tempest most alive,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Hath ever held that pearl the best</div>
+      <div class='line'>He finds beneath the stormiest water.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Yes—<span class='sc'>Araby’s</span> unrivall’d daughter,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Though high that tower, that rock-way rude,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>There’s one who, but to kiss thy cheek,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Would climb the’ untrodden solitude</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Of <span class='sc'>Ararat’s</span> tremendous peak,<a id='r228'></a><a href='#f228' class='c012'><sup>[228]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>And think its steeps, though dark and dread,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Heaven’s pathways, if to thee they led!</div>
+      <div class='line'>Even now thou seest the flashing spray,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That lights his oar’s impatient way;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Even now thou hear’st the sudden shock</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of his swift bark against the rock,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And stretchest down thy arms of snow,</div>
+      <div class='line'>As if to lift him from below!</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_177'>177</span>Like her to whom, at dead of night,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The bridegroom, with his locks of light,<a id='r229'></a><a href='#f229' class='c012'><sup>[229]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>Came, in the flush of love and pride,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And scal’d the terrace of his bride;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>When, as she saw him rashly spring,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And midway up in danger cling,</div>
+      <div class='line'>She flung him down her long black hair,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Exclaiming, breathless, “There, love, there!”</div>
+      <div class='line'>And scarce did manlier nerve uphold</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>The hero <span class='sc'>Zal</span> in that fond hour,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Than wings the youth who, fleet and bold,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Now climbs the rocks to <span class='sc'>Hinda’s</span> bower.</div>
+      <div class='line'>See—light as up their granite steeps</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>The rock-goats of <span class='sc'>Arabia</span> clamber,<a id='r230'></a><a href='#f230' class='c012'><sup>[230]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>Fearless from crag to crag he leaps,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And now is in the maiden’s chamber.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>She loves—but knows not whom she loves,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Nor what his race, nor whence he came;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like one who meets, in Indian groves,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Some beauteous bird without a name,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Brought by the last ambrosial breeze,</div>
+      <div class='line'>From isles in the’ undiscover’d seas,</div>
+      <div class='line'>To show his plumage for a day</div>
+      <div class='line'>To wondering eyes, and wing away!</div>
+      <div class='line'>Will <em>he</em> thus fly—her nameless lover?</div>
+      <div class='line in4'><span class='pageno' id='Page_178'>178</span><span class='sc'>Alla</span> forbid! ’twas by a moon</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>As fair as this, while singing over</div>
+      <div class='line in4'>Some ditty to her soft Kanoon,<a id='r231'></a><a href='#f231' class='c012'><sup>[231]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>Alone, at this same witching hour,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>She first beheld his radiant eyes</div>
+      <div class='line'>Gleam through the lattice of the bower,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Where nightly now they mix their sighs;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And thought some spirit of the air</div>
+      <div class='line'>(For what could waft a mortal there?)</div>
+      <div class='line'>Was pausing on his moonlight way</div>
+      <div class='line'>To listen to her lonely lay!</div>
+      <div class='line'>This fancy ne’er hath left her mind:</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And—though, when terror’s swoon had past,</div>
+      <div class='line'>She saw a youth, of mortal kind,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Before her in obeisance cast,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Yet often since, when he hath spoken</div>
+      <div class='line'>Strange, awful words,—and gleams have broken</div>
+      <div class='line'>From his dark eyes, too bright to bear,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Oh! she hath fear’d her soul was given</div>
+      <div class='line'>To some unhallow’d child of air,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Some erring Spirit cast from heaven,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like those angelic youths of old,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Who burn’d for maids of mortal mould,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Bewilder’d left the glorious skies,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And lost their heaven for woman’s eyes.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Fond girl! nor fiend nor angel he</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_179'>179</span>Who woos thy young simplicity;</div>
+      <div class='line'>But one of earth’s impassion’d sons,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>As warm in love, as fierce in ire,</div>
+      <div class='line'>As the best heart whose current runs</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Full of the Day-God’s living fire.</div>
+      <div class='line'>But quench’d to-night that ardour seems,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And pale his cheek, and sunk his brow;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Never before, but in her dreams,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Had she beheld him pale as now:</div>
+      <div class='line'>And those were dreams of troubled sleep,</div>
+      <div class='line'>From which ’twas joy to wake and weep;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Visions, that will not be forgot,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>But sadden every waking scene,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like warning ghosts, that leave the spot</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>All wither’d where they once have been.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>“How sweetly,” said the trembling maid,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of her own gentle voice afraid,</div>
+      <div class='line'>So long had they in silence stood,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Looking upon that tranquil flood—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“How sweetly does the moon-beam smile</div>
+      <div class='line'>“To-night upon yon leafy isle!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Oft, in my fancy’s wanderings,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“I’ve wish’d that little isle had wings,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And we, within its fairy bowers,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Were wafted off to seas unknown,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_180'>180</span>“Where not a pulse should beat but ours,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“And we might live, love, die alone!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Far from the cruel and the cold,—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Where the bright eyes of angels only</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Should come around us, to behold</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“A paradise so pure and lonely.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Would this be world enough for thee?”—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Playful she turn’d, that he might see</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>The passing smile her cheek put on;</div>
+      <div class='line'>But when she mark’d how mournfully</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>His eyes met hers, that smile was gone;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And, bursting into heart-felt tears,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Yes, yes,” she cried, “my hourly fears,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“My dreams have boded all too right—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“We part—for ever part—to-night!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“I knew, I knew it <em>could</em> not last—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“’Twas bright, ’twas heavenly, but ’tis past</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Oh! ever thus, from childhood’s hour,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“I’ve seen my fondest hopes decay;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“I never lov’d a tree or flower,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“But ’twas the first to fade away.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“I never nurs’d a dear gazelle,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“To glad me with its soft black eye,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“But when it came to know me well,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“And love me, it was sure to die!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Now too—the joy most like divine</div>
+      <div class='line in2'><span class='pageno' id='Page_181'>181</span>“Of all I ever dreamt or knew,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“To see thee, hear thee, call thee mine,—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Oh misery! must I lose <em>that</em> too?</div>
+      <div class='line'>Yet go—on peril’s brink we meet;—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Those frightful rocks—that treacherous sea—</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_182'>182</span>“No, never come again—though sweet,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Though heaven, it may be death to thee.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Farewell—and blessings on thy way,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Where’er thou goest, beloved stranger!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Better to sit and watch that ray,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And think thee safe, though far away,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Than have thee near me, and in danger!”</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div id='i-181'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i-181.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-l c022'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>“Danger!—oh, tempt me not to boast—”</div>
+      <div class='line'>The youth exclaim’d—“thou little know’st</div>
+      <div class='line'>“What he can brave, who, born and nurst</div>
+      <div class='line'>“In Danger’s paths, has dar’d her worst;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Upon whose ear the signal word</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Of strife and death is hourly breaking;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Who sleeps with head upon the sword</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“His fever’d hand must grasp in waking.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Danger!—”</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class="vanish">“Danger!—”</span>“Say on—thou fear’st not then,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And we may meet—oft meet again?”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>“Oh! look not so—beneath the skies</div>
+      <div class='line'>“I now fear nothing but those eyes.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“If aught on earth could charm or force</div>
+      <div class='line'>“My spirit from its destin’d course,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“If aught could make this soul forget</div>
+      <div class='line'>“The bond to which its seal is set,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_183'>183</span>“’Twould be those eyes;—they, only they,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Could melt that sacred seal away!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“But no—’tis fix’d—<em>my</em> awful doom</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Is fix’d—on this side of the tomb</div>
+      <div class='line'>“We meet no more;—why, why did Heaven</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Mingle two souls that earth has riven,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Has rent asunder wide as ours?</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Oh, Arab maid, as soon the Powers</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Of Light and Darkness may combine,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“As I be link’d with thee or thine!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Thy Father⸺”</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class="vanish">“Thy Father⸺”</span>“Holy <span class='sc'>Alla</span> save</div>
+      <div class='line'>“His grey head from that lightning glance!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Thou know’st him not—he loves the brave;</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Nor lives there under heaven’s expanse</div>
+      <div class='line'>“One who would prize, would worship thee</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And thy bold spirit, more than he.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Oft when, in childhood, I have play’d</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“With the bright falchion by his side,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'><a id='tn-qm3'></a>“I’ve heard him swear his lisping maid</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“In time should be a warrior’s bride.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And still, whene’er at Haram hours</div>
+      <div class='line'>“I take him cool sherbets and flowers,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“He tells me, when in playful mood,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“A hero shall my bridegroom be,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Since maids are best in battle woo’d,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'><span class='pageno' id='Page_184'>184</span>“And won with shouts of victory!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Nay, turn not from me—thou alone</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Art form’d to make both hearts thy own.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Go—join his sacred ranks—thou know’st</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“The’ unholy strife these Persians wage:—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Good Heaven, that frown!—even now thou glow’st</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“With more than mortal warrior’s rage.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Haste to the camp by morning’s light,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And, when that sword is raised in fight,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Oh still remember, Love and I</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Beneath its shadow trembling lie!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“One victory o’er those Slaves of Fire,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Those impious Ghebers, whom my sire</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Abhors⸺”</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class="vanish">“Abhors”</span>“Hold, hold—thy words are death—”</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>The stranger cried, as wild he flung</div>
+      <div class='line'>His mantle back, and show’d beneath</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>The Gheber belt that round him clung.—<a id='r232'></a><a href='#f232' class='c012'><sup>[232]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>“Here, maiden, look—weep—blush to see</div>
+      <div class='line'>“All that thy sire abhors in me!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Yes—<em>I</em> am of that impious race,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Those Slaves of Fire, who, morn and even,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Hail their Creator’s dwelling-place</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Among the living lights of heaven:<a id='r233'></a><a href='#f233' class='c012'><sup>[233]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>“Yes—<em>I</em> am of that outcast few,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“To <span class='sc'>Iran</span> and to vengeance true,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_185'>185</span>“Who curse the hour your Arabs came</div>
+      <div class='line'>“To desolate our shrines of flame,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And swear, before God’s burning eye,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“To break our country’s chains, or die!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Thy bigot sire,—nay, tremble not,—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“He, who gave birth to those dear eyes,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_186'>186</span>“With me is sacred as the spot</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“From which our fires of worship rise!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“But know—’twas he I sought that night,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“When, from my watch-boat on the sea,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“I caught this turret’s glimmering light,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“And up the rude rocks desperately</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Rush’d to my prey—thou know’st the rest—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“I climb’d the gory vulture’s nest,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And found a trembling dove within;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Thine, thine the victory—thine the sin—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“If Love hath made one thought his own,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“That Vengeance claims first—last—alone!</div>
+      <div class='line'><a id='tn-qm4'></a>“Oh! had we never, never met,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Or could this heart e’en now forget</div>
+      <div class='line'>“How link’d, how bless’d we might have been,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Had fate not frown’d so dark between!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Hadst thou been born a Persian maid,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“In neighbouring valleys had we dwelt,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Through the same fields in childhood play’d,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“At the same kindling altar knelt,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Then, then, while all those nameless ties,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“In which the charm of Country lies,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Had round our hearts been hourly spun,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Till <span class='sc'>Iran’s</span> cause and thine were one;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“While in thy lute’s awakening sigh</div>
+      <div class='line'>“I heard the voice of days gone by,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_187'>187</span>“And saw, in every smile of thine,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Returning hours of glory shine;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“While the wrong’d Spirit of our Land</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Liv’d, look’d, and spoke her wrongs through thee,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“God! who could then this sword withstand?</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Its very flash were victory!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“But now—estrang’d, divorc’d for ever,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Far as the grasp of Fate can sever;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Our only ties what love has wove,—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“In faith, friends, country, sunder’d wide;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And then, then only, true to love,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“When false to all that’s dear beside!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Thy father <span class='sc'>Iran’s</span> deadliest foe—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Thyself perhaps, even now—but no—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Hate never look’d so lovely yet!</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“No—sacred to thy soul will be</div>
+      <div class='line'>“The land of him who could forget</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“All but that bleeding land for thee.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“When other eyes shall see, unmov’d,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Her widows mourn, her warriors fall,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Thou’lt think how well one Gheber lov’d,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“And for <em>his</em> sake thou’lt weep for all!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“But look⸺”</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class="vanish">“But look”</span>With sudden start he turn’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>And pointed to the distant wave,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Where lights, like charnel meteors, burn’d</div>
+      <div class='line in2'><span class='pageno' id='Page_188'>188</span>Bluely, as o’er some seaman’s grave;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And fiery darts, at intervals,<a id='r234'></a><a href='#f234' class='c012'><sup>[234]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Flew up all sparkling from the main,</div>
+      <div class='line'>As if each star that nightly falls,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Were shooting back to heaven again.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“My signal lights!—I must away—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Both, both are ruin’d, if I stay.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Farewell—sweet life! thou cling’st in vain—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Now, Vengeance, I am thine again!”</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div id='i-185'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i-185.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-l c022'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Fiercely he broke away, nor stopp’d,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Nor look’d—but from the lattice dropp’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>Down ’mid the pointed crags beneath,</div>
+      <div class='line'>As if he fled from love to death.</div>
+      <div class='line'>While pale and mute young <span class='sc'>Hinda</span> stood</div>
+      <div class='line'>Nor mov’d, till in the silent flood</div>
+      <div class='line'>A momentary plunge below</div>
+      <div class='line'>Startled her from her trance of woe;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Shrieking she to the lattice flew,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“I come—I come—if in that tide</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Thou sleep’st to-night, I’ll sleep there too,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“In death’s cold wedlock, by thy side.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Oh! I would ask no happier bed</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Than the chill wave my love lies under:—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Sweeter to rest together dead,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Far sweeter, than to live asunder!”</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_189'>189</span>But no—their hour is not yet come—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Again she sees his pinnace fly,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Wafting him fleetly to his home,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Where’er that ill-starr’d home may lie;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And calm and smooth it seem’d to win</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Its moonlight way before the wind,</div>
+      <div class='line'>As if it bore all peace within,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Nor left one breaking heart behind!</div>
+      <div class='line'></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div id='i-189'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i-189.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<div class='pbb'>
+ <hr class='pb c001'>
+</div>
+<p class='c018'><span class='pageno' id='Page_190'>190</span>The Princess, whose heart was sad enough already,
+could have wished that <span class='sc'>Feramorz</span> had chosen a less
+melancholy story; as it is only to the happy that tears
+are a luxury. Her Ladies, however, were by no means
+sorry that love was once more the Poet’s theme; for,
+whenever he spoke of love, they said, his voice was as
+sweet as if he had chewed the leaves of that enchanted
+tree, which grows over the tomb of the musician, Tan-Sein.<a id='r235'></a><a href='#f235' class='c012'><sup>[235]</sup></a></p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Their road all the morning had lain through a very
+dreary country;—through valleys, covered with a low
+bushy jungle, where, in more than one place, the awful
+signal of the bamboo staff,<a id='r236'></a><a href='#f236' class='c012'><sup>[236]</sup></a> with the white flag at its
+top, reminded the traveller that, in that very spot, the
+tiger had made some human creature his victim. It
+was, therefore, with much pleasure that they arrived at
+sunset in a safe and lovely glen, and encamped under
+one of those holy trees, whose smooth columns and
+spreading roofs seem to destine them for natural temples
+of religion. Beneath this spacious shade, some pious
+hands had erected a row of pillars ornamented with the
+most beautiful porcelain,<a id='r237'></a><a href='#f237' class='c012'><sup>[237]</sup></a> which now supplied the use
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_191'>191</span>of mirrors to the young maidens, as they adjusted their
+hair in descending from the palankeens. Here, while,
+as usual, the Princess sat listening anxiously, with
+<span class='sc'>Fadladeen</span> in one of his loftiest moods of criticism by
+her side, the young Poet, leaning against a branch of
+the tree, thus continued his story:—</p>
+
+<div class='pbb'>
+ <hr class='pb c001'>
+</div>
+<div id='i-192'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_192'>192</span>
+<img src='images/i-192.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-l c021'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>The morn hath risen clear and calm,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And o’er the Green Sea<a id='r238'></a><a href='#f238' class='c012'><sup>[238]</sup></a> palely shines,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Revealing <span class='sc'>Bahrein’s</span><a id='r239'></a><a href='#f239' class='c012'><sup>[239]</sup></a> groves of palm,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And lighting <span class='sc'>Kishma’s</span><a href='#f239' class='c012'><sup>[239]</sup></a> amber vines.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Fresh smell the shores of <span class='sc'>Araby</span>,</div>
+      <div class='line'>While breezes from the Indian sea</div>
+      <div class='line'>Blow round <span class='sc'>Selama’s</span><a id='r240'></a><a href='#f240' class='c012'><sup>[240]</sup></a> sainted cape,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And curl the shining flood beneath,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Whose waves are rich with many a grape,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And cocoa-nut and flowery wreath,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Which pious seamen, as they pass’d,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Had tow’rd that holy headland cast—</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_193'>193</span>Oblations to the Genii there</div>
+      <div class='line'>For gentle skies and breezes fair!</div>
+      <div class='line'>The nightingale now bends her flight<a id='r241'></a><a href='#f241' class='c012'><sup>[241]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>From the high trees, where all the night</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>She sung so sweet, with none to listen;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And hides her from the morning star</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Where thickets of pomegranate glisten</div>
+      <div class='line'>In the clear dawn,—bespangled o’er</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>With dew, whose night drops would not stain</div>
+      <div class='line'>The best and brightest scimitar<a id='r242'></a><a href='#f242' class='c012'><sup>[242]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>That ever youthful Sultan wore</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>On the first morning of his reign.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>And see—the Sun himself!—on wings</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of glory up the East he springs.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Angel of Light! who from the time</div>
+      <div class='line'>Those heavens began their march sublime,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Hath first of all the starry choir</div>
+      <div class='line'>Trod in his Maker’s steps of fire!</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Where are the days, thou wondrous sphere,</div>
+      <div class='line'>When <span class='sc'>Iran</span>, like a sun-flower, turn’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>To meet that eye where’er it burn’d?—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>When, from the banks of <span class='sc'>Bendemeer</span></div>
+      <div class='line'>To the nut-groves of <span class='sc'>Samarcand</span>,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thy temples flam’d o’er all the land?</div>
+      <div class='line'>Where are they? ask the shades of them</div>
+      <div class='line in2'><span class='pageno' id='Page_194'>194</span>Who, on <span class='sc'>Cadessia’s</span><a id='r243'></a><a href='#f243' class='c012'><sup>[243]</sup></a> bloody plains,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Saw fierce invaders pluck the gem</div>
+      <div class='line'>From <span class='sc'>Iran’s</span> broken diadem,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And bind her ancient faith in chains:—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Ask the poor exile, cast alone</div>
+      <div class='line'>On foreign shores, unlov’d, unknown,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Beyond the Caspian’s Iron Gates,<a id='r244'></a><a href='#f244' class='c012'><sup>[244]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Or on the snowy Mossian mountains,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Far from his beauteous land of dates,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Her jasmine bowers and sunny fountains:</div>
+      <div class='line'>Yet happier so than if he trod</div>
+      <div class='line'>His own belov’d, but blighted, sod,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Beneath a despot stranger’s nod!—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Oh, he would rather houseless roam</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Where Freedom and his God may lead,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Than be the sleekest slave at home</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>That crouches to the conqueror’s creed!</div>
+      <div class='line'>Is <span class='sc'>Iran’s</span> pride then gone for ever,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Quench’d with the flame in <span class='sc'>Mithra’s</span> caves?—</div>
+      <div class='line'>No—she has sons, that never—never—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Will stoop to be the Moslem’s slaves,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>While heaven has light or earth has graves;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Spirits of fire, that brood not long,</div>
+      <div class='line'>But flash resentment back for wrong;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And hearts where, slow but deep, the seeds</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of vengeance ripen into deeds,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_195'>195</span>Till, in some treacherous hour of calm,</div>
+      <div class='line'>They burst, like <span class='sc'>Zeilan’s</span> giant palm,<a id='r245'></a><a href='#f245' class='c012'><sup>[245]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>Whose buds fly open with a sound</div>
+      <div class='line'>That shakes the pigmy forests round!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Yes, <span class='sc'>Emir</span>! he, who scal’d that tower,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And, had he reach’d thy slumbering breast,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Had taught thee, in a Gheber’s power</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>How safe e’en tyrant heads may rest—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Is one of many, brave as he,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Who loathe thy haughty race and thee;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Who, though they know the strife is vain,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Who, though they know the riven chain</div>
+      <div class='line'>Snaps but to enter in the heart</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of him who rends its links apart,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Yet dare the issue,—blest to be</div>
+      <div class='line'>E’en for one bleeding moment free,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And die in pangs of liberty!</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thou know’st them well—’tis some moons since</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Thy turban’d troops and blood-red flags,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thou satrap of a bigot Prince,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Have swarm’d among these Green Sea crags;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Yet here, e’en here, a sacred band,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Ay, in the portal of that land</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thou, Arab, dar’st to call thy own,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Their spears across thy path have thrown;</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_196'>196</span>Here—ere the winds half wing’d thee o’er—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Rebellion brav’d thee from the shore.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Rebellion! foul, dishonouring word,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Whose wrongful blight so oft has stain’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>The holiest cause that tongue or sword</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Of mortal ever lost or gain’d.</div>
+      <div class='line'>How many a spirit, born to bless,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Hath sunk beneath that withering name,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Whom but a day’s, an hour’s success</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Had wafted to eternal fame!</div>
+      <div class='line'>As exhalations, when they burst</div>
+      <div class='line'>From the warm earth, if chill’d at first,</div>
+      <div class='line'>If check’d in soaring from the plain,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Darken to fogs and sink again;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>But, if they once triumphant spread</div>
+      <div class='line'>Their wings above the mountain-head,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Become enthroned in upper air,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And turn to sun-bright glories there!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>And who is he, that wields the might</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Of Freedom on the Green Sea brink,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Before whose sabre’s dazzling light<a id='r246'></a><a href='#f246' class='c012'><sup>[246]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line in2'>The eyes of <span class='sc'>Yemen’s</span> warriors wink?</div>
+      <div class='line'>Who comes, embower’d in the spears</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of <span class='sc'>Kerman’s</span> hardy mountaineers?—</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_197'>197</span>Those mountaineers that truest, last,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Cling to their country’s ancient rites,</div>
+      <div class='line'>As if that God, whose eyelids cast</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Their closing gleam on <span class='sc'>Iran’s</span> heights,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Among her snowy mountains threw</div>
+      <div class='line'>The last light of his worship too!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div id='i-197'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i-197.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-l c022'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>’Tis <span class='sc'>Hafed</span>—name of fear, whose sound</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Chills like the muttering of a charm!—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Shout but that awful name around,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And palsy shakes the manliest arm.</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_198'>198</span>’Tis <span class='sc'>Hafed</span>, most accurs’d and dire</div>
+      <div class='line'>(So rank’d by Moslem hate and ire)</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of all the rebel Sons of Fire;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of whose malign, tremendous power</div>
+      <div class='line'>The Arabs, at their mid-watch hour,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Such tales of fearful wonder tell,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That each affrighted sentinel</div>
+      <div class='line'>Pulls down his cowl upon his eyes,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Lest <span class='sc'>Hafed</span> in the midst should rise!</div>
+      <div class='line'>A man, they say, of monstrous birth,</div>
+      <div class='line'>A mingled race of flame and earth,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Sprung from those old, enchanted kings,<a id='r247'></a><a href='#f247' class='c012'><sup>[247]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Who in their fairy helms, of yore,</div>
+      <div class='line'>A feather from the mystic wings</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Of the Simoorgh resistless wore;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And gifted by the Fiends of Fire,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Who groan’d to see their shrines expire,</div>
+      <div class='line'>With charms that, all in vain withstood,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Would drown the Koran’s light in blood!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Such were the tales, that won belief,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And such the colouring Fancy gave</div>
+      <div class='line'>To a young, warm, and dauntless Chief,—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>One who, no more than mortal brave,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Fought for the land his soul ador’d,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>For happy homes and altars free,—</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_199'>199</span>His only talisman, the sword,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>His only spell-word, Liberty!</div>
+      <div class='line'>One of that ancient hero line,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Along whose glorious current shine</div>
+      <div class='line'>Names, that have sanctified their blood;</div>
+      <div class='line'>As <span class='sc'>Lebanon’s</span> small mountain-flood</div>
+      <div class='line'>Is render’d holy by the ranks</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of sainted cedars on its banks.<a id='r248'></a><a href='#f248' class='c012'><sup>[248]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>’Twas not for him to crouch the knee</div>
+      <div class='line'>Tamely to Moslem tyranny;</div>
+      <div class='line'>’Twas not for him, whose soul was cast</div>
+      <div class='line'>In the bright mould of ages past,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Whose melancholy spirit, fed</div>
+      <div class='line'>With all the glories of the dead,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Though fram’d for <span class='sc'>Iran’s</span> happiest years,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Was born among her chains and tears!—</div>
+      <div class='line'>’Twas not for him to swell the crowd</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of slavish heads, that shrinking bow’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>Before the Moslem, as he pass’d,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like shrubs beneath the poison-blast—</div>
+      <div class='line'>No—far he fled—indignant fled</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>The pageant of his country’s shame;</div>
+      <div class='line'>While every tear her children shed</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Fell on his soul like drops of flame;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And, as a lover hails the dawn</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Of a first smile, so welcom’d he</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_200'>200</span>The sparkle of the first sword drawn</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>For vengeance and for liberty!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>But vain was valour—vain the flower</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of <span class='sc'>Kerman</span>, in that deathful hour,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Against <span class='sc'>Al Hassan’s</span> whelming power.—</div>
+      <div class='line'>In vain they met him, helm to helm,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Upon the threshold of that realm</div>
+      <div class='line'>He came in bigot pomp to sway,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And with their corpses block’d his way—</div>
+      <div class='line'>In vain—for every lance they rais’d,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thousands around the conqueror blaz’d;</div>
+      <div class='line'>For every arm that lin’d their shore,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Myriads of slaves were wafted o’er,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>A bloody, bold, and countless crowd,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Before whose swarm as fast they bow’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>As dates beneath the locust cloud.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>There stood—but one short league away</div>
+      <div class='line'>From old <span class='sc'>Harmozia’s</span> sultry bay—</div>
+      <div class='line'>A rocky mountain, o’er the Sea</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of <span class='sc'>Oman</span> beetling awfully:<a id='r249'></a><a href='#f249' class='c012'><sup>[249]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>A last and solitary link</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Of those stupendous chains that reach</div>
+      <div class='line'>From the broad Caspian’s reedy brink</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Down winding to the Green Sea beach.</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_201'>201</span>Around its base the bare rocks stood,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like naked giants, in the flood,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>As if to guard the Gulf across;</div>
+      <div class='line'>While, on its peak, that brav’d the sky,</div>
+      <div class='line'>A ruin’d Temple tower’d, so high</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>That oft the sleeping albatross<a id='r250'></a><a href='#f250' class='c012'><sup>[250]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>Struck the wild ruins with her wing,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And from her cloud-rock’d slumbering</div>
+      <div class='line'>Started—to find man’s dwelling there</div>
+      <div class='line'>In her own silent fields of air!</div>
+      <div class='line'>Beneath, terrific caverns gave</div>
+      <div class='line'>Dark welcome to each stormy wave</div>
+      <div class='line'>That dash’d, like midnight revellers, in;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>And such the strange, mysterious din</div>
+      <div class='line'>At times throughout those caverns roll’d,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>And such the fearful wonders told</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of restless sprites imprison’d there,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That bold were Moslem, who would dare,</div>
+      <div class='line'>At twilight hour, to steer his skiff</div>
+      <div class='line'>Beneath the Gheber’s lonely cliff.<a id='r251'></a><a href='#f251' class='c012'><sup>[251]</sup></a></div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>On the land side, those towers sublime,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That seem’d above the grasp of Time,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Were sever’d from the haunts of men</div>
+      <div class='line'>By a wide, deep, and wizard glen,</div>
+      <div class='line'>So fathomless, so full of gloom,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'><span class='pageno' id='Page_202'>202</span>No eye could pierce the void between:</div>
+      <div class='line'>It seem’d a place where Gholes might come</div>
+      <div class='line'>With their foul banquets from the tomb,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And in its caverns feed unseen.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like distant thunder, from below,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>The sound of many torrents came,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Too deep for eye or ear to know</div>
+      <div class='line'>If ’twere the sea’s imprison’d flow,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Or floods of ever-restless flame.</div>
+      <div class='line'>For, each ravine, each rocky spire</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of that vast mountain stood on fire;<a id='r252'></a><a href='#f252' class='c012'><sup>[252]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>And, though for ever past the days</div>
+      <div class='line'>When God was worshipp’d in the blaze</div>
+      <div class='line'>That from its lofty altar shone,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Though fled the priests, the votaries gone,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Still did the mighty flame burn on,<a id='r253'></a><a href='#f253' class='c012'><sup>[253]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>Through chance and change, through good and ill,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like its own God’s eternal will,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Deep, constant, bright, unquenchable!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Thither the vanquish’d <span class='sc'>Hafed</span> led</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>His little army’s last remains;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Welcome, terrific glen!” he said,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Thy gloom, that <span class='sc'>Eblis’</span> self might dread,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Is Heaven to him who flies from chains!”</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_203'>203</span>O’er a dark, narrow bridge-way, known</div>
+      <div class='line'>To him and to his Chiefs alone,</div>
+      <div class='line'>They cross’d the chasm and gain’d the towers,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“This home,” he cried, “at least is ours;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Here we may bleed, unmock’d by hymns</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Of Moslem triumph o’er our head;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Here we may fall, nor leave our limbs</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“To quiver to the Moslem’s tread.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Stretch’d on this rock, while vultures’ beaks</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Are whetted on our yet warm cheeks,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Here—happy that no tyrant’s eye</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Gloats on our torments—we may die!”—</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>’Twas night when to those towers they came,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And gloomily the fitful flame,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That from the ruin’d altar broke,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Glar’d on his features, as he spoke:—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“’Tis o’er—what men could do, we’ve done—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“If <span class='sc'>Iran</span> <em>will</em> look tamely on,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And see her priests, her warriors driven</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Before a sensual bigot’s nod,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“A wretch, who shrines his lusts in heaven,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“And makes a pander of his God;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“If her proud sons, her high-born souls,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Men, in whose veins—oh last disgrace!</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_204'>204</span>“The blood of <span class='sc'>Zal</span> and <span class='sc'>Rustam</span><a id='r254'></a><a href='#f254' class='c012'><sup>[254]</sup></a> rolls,—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“If they <em>will</em> court this upstart race,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And turn from <span class='sc'>Mithra’s</span> ancient ray,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“To kneel at shrines of yesterday;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“If they <em>will</em> crouch to <span class='sc'>Iran’s</span> foes,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Why, let them—till the land’s despair</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Cries out to Heaven, and bondage grows</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Too vile for e’en the vile to bear!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Till shame at last, long hidden, burns</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Their inmost core, and conscience turns</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Each coward tear the slave lets fall</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Back on his heart in drops of gall.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“But <em>here</em>, at least, are arms unchain’d,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And souls that thraldom never stain’d;—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“This spot, at least, no foot of slave</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Or satrap ever yet profan’d;</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“And though but few—though fast the wave</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Of life is ebbing from our veins,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Enough for vengeance still remains.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“As panthers, after set of sun,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Rush from the roots of <span class='sc'>Lebanon</span></div>
+      <div class='line'><a id='tn-searobber1'></a>“Across the dark sea-robber’s way,<a id='r255'></a><a href='#f255' class='c012'><sup>[255]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>“We’ll bound upon our startled prey;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And when some hearts that proudest swell</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Have felt our falchion’s last farewell;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“When Hope’s expiring throb is o’er,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_205'>205</span>“And e’en despair can prompt no more,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“This spot shall be the sacred grave</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Of the last few who, vainly brave,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Die for the land they cannot save!”</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div id='i-205'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i-205.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-l c022'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>His Chiefs stood round—each shining blade</div>
+      <div class='line'>Upon the broken altar laid—</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_206'>206</span>And though so wild and desolate</div>
+      <div class='line'>Those courts, where once the Mighty sate;</div>
+      <div class='line'>No longer on those mouldering towers</div>
+      <div class='line'>Was seen the feast of fruits and flowers,</div>
+      <div class='line'>With which of old the Magi fed</div>
+      <div class='line'>The wandering Spirits of their Dead;<a id='r256'></a><a href='#f256' class='c012'><sup>[256]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>Though neither priest nor rites were there,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Nor charmed leaf of pure pomegranate;<a id='r257'></a><a href='#f257' class='c012'><sup>[257]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>Nor hymn, nor censer’s fragrant air,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Nor symbol of their worshipp’d planet;<a id='r258'></a><a href='#f258' class='c012'><sup>[258]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>Yet the same God that heard their sires</div>
+      <div class='line'>Heard <em>them</em>, while on that altar’s fires</div>
+      <div class='line'>They swore<a id='r259'></a><a href='#f259' class='c012'><sup>[259]</sup></a> the latest, holiest deed</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of the few hearts, still left to bleed,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Should be, in <span class='sc'>Iran’s</span> injur’d name,</div>
+      <div class='line'>To die upon that Mount of Flame—</div>
+      <div class='line'>The last of all her patriot line,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Before her last untrampled Shrine!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Brave, suffering souls! they little knew</div>
+      <div class='line'>How many a tear their injuries drew</div>
+      <div class='line'>From one meek maid, one gentle foe,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Whom love first touch’d with others’ woe—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Whose life, as free from thought as sin,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Slept like a lake, till Love threw in</div>
+      <div class='line'>His talisman, and woke the tide,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_207'>207</span>And spread its trembling circles wide.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Once, <span class='sc'>Emir</span>! thy unheeding child,</div>
+      <div class='line'>’Mid all this havoc, bloom’d and smil’d,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Tranquil as on some battle plain</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>The Persian lily shines and towers,<a id='r260'></a><a href='#f260' class='c012'><sup>[260]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>Before the combat’s reddening stain</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Hath fall’n upon her golden flowers.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Light-hearted maid, unaw’d, unmov’d,</div>
+      <div class='line'>While Heaven but spar’d the sire she lov’d,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Once at thy evening tales of blood</div>
+      <div class='line'>Unlistening and aloof she stood—</div>
+      <div class='line'>And oft, when thou hast pac’d along</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Thy Haram halls with furious heat,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Hast thou not curs’d her cheerful song,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>That came across thee, calm and sweet,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like lutes of angels, touch’d so near</div>
+      <div class='line'>Hell’s confines, that the damn’d can hear!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Far other feelings Love hath brought—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Her soul all flame, her brow all sadness,</div>
+      <div class='line'>She now has but the one dear thought,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And thinks that o’er, almost to madness!</div>
+      <div class='line'>Oft doth her sinking heart recall</div>
+      <div class='line'>His words—“For <em>my</em> sake weep for all;”</div>
+      <div class='line'>And bitterly, as day on day</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Of rebel carnage fast succeeds,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_208'>208</span>She weeps a lover snatch’d away</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>In every Gheber wretch that bleeds.</div>
+      <div class='line'>There’s not a sabre meets her eye,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>But with his life-blood seems to swim;</div>
+      <div class='line'>There’s not an arrow wings the sky,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>But fancy turns its point to him.</div>
+      <div class='line'>No more she brings with footstep light</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Al Hassan’s</span> falchion for the fight;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And—had he look’d with clearer sight,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Had not the mists, that ever rise</div>
+      <div class='line'>From a foul spirit, dimm’d his eyes—</div>
+      <div class='line'>He would have mark’d her shuddering frame,</div>
+      <div class='line'>When from the field of blood he came,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The faltering speech—the look estrang’d—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Voice, step, and life, and beauty chang’d—</div>
+      <div class='line'>He would have mark’d all this, and known</div>
+      <div class='line'>Such change is wrought by Love alone!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Ah! not the Love, that should have bless’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>So young, so innocent a breast;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Not the pure, open, prosperous Love,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That, pledg’d on earth and seal’d above,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Grows in the world’s approving eyes,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>In friendship’s smile and home’s caress,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Collecting all the heart’s sweet ties</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Into one knot of happiness!</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_209'>209</span>No, <span class='sc'>Hinda</span>, no,—thy fatal flame</div>
+      <div class='line'>Is nurs’d in silence, sorrow, shame;—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>A passion, without hope or pleasure,</div>
+      <div class='line'>In thy soul’s darkness buried deep,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>It lies, like some ill-gotten treasure,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Some idol, without shrine or name,</div>
+      <div class='line'>O’er which its pale-eyed votaries keep</div>
+      <div class='line'>Unholy watch, while others sleep.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Seven nights have darken’d <span class='sc'>Oman’s</span> sea,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Since last, beneath the moonlight ray,</div>
+      <div class='line'>She saw his light oar rapidly</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Hurry her Gheber’s bark away,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>And still she goes, at midnight hour,</div>
+      <div class='line'>To weep alone in that high bower,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And watch, and look along the deep</div>
+      <div class='line'>For him whose smiles first made her weep;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>But watching, weeping, all was vain,</div>
+      <div class='line'>She never saw his bark again.</div>
+      <div class='line'>The owlet’s solitary cry,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The night-hawk, flitting darkly by,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And oft the hateful carrion bird,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Heavily flapping his clogg’d wing,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Which reek’d with that day’s banqueting—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Was all she saw, was all she heard.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_210'>210</span>’Tis the eighth morn—<span class='sc'>Al Hassan’s</span> brow</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Is brighten’d with unusual joy—</div>
+      <div class='line'>What mighty mischief glads him now,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Who never smiles but to destroy?</div>
+      <div class='line'>The sparkle upon <span class='sc'>Herkend’s</span> Sea,</div>
+      <div class='line'>When toss’d at midnight furiously,<a id='r261'></a><a href='#f261' class='c012'><sup>[261]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>Tells not of wreck and ruin nigh,</div>
+      <div class='line'>More surely than that smiling eye!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Up, daughter, up—the <span class='sc'>Kerna’s</span><a id='r262'></a><a href='#f262' class='c012'><sup>[262]</sup></a> breath</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Has blown a blast would waken death,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And yet thou sleep’st—up, child, and see</div>
+      <div class='line'>“This blessed day for Heaven and me,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“A day more rich in Pagan blood</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Than ever flash’d o’er <span class='sc'>Oman’s</span> flood.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Before another dawn shall shine,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“His head—heart—limbs—will all be mine;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“This very night his blood shall steep</div>
+      <div class='line'>“These hands all over ere I sleep!”—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“<em>His</em> blood!” she faintly scream’d—her mind</div>
+      <div class='line'>Still singling <em>one</em> from all mankind—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Yes—spite of his ravines and towers,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“<span class='sc'>Hafed</span>, my child, this night is ours.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Thanks to all-conquering treachery,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Without whose aid the links accurst,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“That bind these impious slaves, would be</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Too strong for <span class='sc'>Alla’s</span> self to burst!</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_211'>211</span>“That rebel fiend, whose blade has spread</div>
+      <div class='line'>“My path with piles of Moslem dead,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Whose baffling spells had almost driven</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Back from their course the Swords of Heaven,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“This night, with all his band, shall know</div>
+      <div class='line'>“How deep an Arab’s steel can go,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_212'>212</span>“When God and Vengeance speed the blow.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And—Prophet! by that holy wreath</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Thou wor’st on <span class='sc'>Ohod’s</span> field of death,<a id='r263'></a><a href='#f263' class='c012'><sup>[263]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>“I swear, for every sob that parts</div>
+      <div class='line'>“In anguish from these heathen hearts,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“A gem from <span class='sc'>Persia’s</span> plunder’d mines</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Shall glitter on thy Shrine of Shrines.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“But, ha!—she sinks—that look so wild—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Those livid lips—my child, my child,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“This life of blood befits not thee,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And thou must back to <span class='sc'>Araby</span>.</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Ne’er had I risk’d thy timid sex</div>
+      <div class='line'>“In scenes that man himself might dread,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Had I not hop’d our every tread</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Would be on prostrate Persian necks—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Curst race, they offer swords instead!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“But cheer thee, maid,—the wind that now</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Is blowing o’er thy feverish brow,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“To-day shall waft thee from the shore;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And, <a id='tn-ere'></a>ere a drop of this night’s gore</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Have time to chill in yonder towers,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Thou’lt see thy own sweet Arab bowers!”</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div id='i-211'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i-211.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-l c022'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>His bloody boast was all too true;</div>
+      <div class='line'>There lurk’d one wretch among the few</div>
+      <div class='line'>Whom <span class='sc'>Hafed’s</span> eagle eye could count</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_213'>213</span>Around him on that Fiery Mount,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>One miscreant, who for gold betray’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>The pathway through the valley’s shade</div>
+      <div class='line'>To those high towers, where Freedom stood</div>
+      <div class='line'>In her last hold of flame and blood.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Left on the field last dreadful night,</div>
+      <div class='line'>When, sallying from their Sacred height,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The Ghebers fought hope’s farewell fight,</div>
+      <div class='line'>He lay—but died not with the brave;</div>
+      <div class='line'>That sun, which should have gilt his grave,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Saw him a traitor and a slave;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>And, while the few, who thence return’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>To their high rocky fortress mourn’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>For him among the matchless dead</div>
+      <div class='line'>They left behind on glory’s bed,</div>
+      <div class='line'>He liv’d, and, in the face of morn,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Laugh’d them and Faith and Heaven to scorn.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Oh for a tongue to curse the slave,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Whose treason, like a deadly blight,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Comes o’er the councils of the brave,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And blasts them in their hour of might!</div>
+      <div class='line'>May Life’s unblessed cup for him</div>
+      <div class='line'>Be drugg’d with treacheries to the brim,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>With hopes, that but allure to fly,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>With joys, that vanish while he sips,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_214'>214</span>Like Dead Sea fruits, that tempt the eye,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>But turn to ashes on the lips!<a id='r264'></a><a href='#f264' class='c012'><sup>[264]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>His country’s curse, his children’s shame,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Outcast of virtue, peace, and fame,</div>
+      <div class='line'>May he, at last, with lips of flame</div>
+      <div class='line'>On the parch’d desert thirsting die,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>While lakes, that shone in mockery nigh,<a id='r265'></a><a href='#f265' class='c012'><sup>[265]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>Are fading off, untouch’d, untasted,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like the once glorious hopes he blasted!</div>
+      <div class='line'>And, when from earth his spirit flies,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Just Prophet, let the damn’d one dwell</div>
+      <div class='line'>Full in the sight of Paradise,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Beholding heaven, and feeling hell!</div>
+      <div class='line'></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='pbb'>
+ <hr class='pb c001'>
+</div>
+<p class='c018'><span class='pageno' id='Page_215'>215</span><a id='her-dream'></a><span class='sc'>Lalla Rookh</span> had, the night before, been visited by
+a dream which, in spite of the impending fate of poor
+<span class='sc'>Hafed</span>, made her heart more than usually cheerful during
+the morning, and gave her cheeks all the freshened animation
+of a flower that the Bid-musk had just passed
+over.<a id='r266'></a><a href='#f266' class='c012'><sup>[266]</sup></a> She fancied that she was sailing on that Eastern
+Ocean, where the sea-gipsies, who live for ever on the
+water,<a id='r267'></a><a href='#f267' class='c012'><sup>[267]</sup></a> 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 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⸺</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>She had proceeded thus far in relating the dream to
+her Ladies, when <span class='sc'>Feramorz</span> 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<a id='r268'></a><a href='#f268' class='c012'><sup>[268]</sup></a> were hastily
+handed round, and after a short prelude on his lute, in
+the pathetic measure of Nava,<a id='r269'></a><a href='#f269' class='c012'><sup>[269]</sup></a> which is always used
+to express the lamentations of absent lovers, the Poet
+thus continued:—</p>
+
+<div class='pbb'>
+ <hr class='pb c001'>
+</div>
+<div id='i-216'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_216'>216</span>
+<img src='images/i-216.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-l c021'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>The day is lowering—stilly black</div>
+      <div class='line'>Sleeps the grim wave, while heaven’s rack,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Dispers’d and wild, ’twixt earth and sky</div>
+      <div class='line'>Hangs like a shatter’d canopy.</div>
+      <div class='line'>There’s not a cloud in that blue plain</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>But tells of storm to come or past;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Here, flying loosely as the mane</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Of a young war-horse in the blast;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>There, roll’d in masses dark and swelling,</div>
+      <div class='line'>As proud to be the thunder’s dwelling!</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_217'>217</span>While some, already burst and riven,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Seem melting down the verge of heaven;</div>
+      <div class='line'>As though the infant storm had rent</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>The mighty womb that gave him birth,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And, having swept the firmament,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Was now in fierce career for earth.</div>
+      <div class='line'>On earth ’twas yet all calm around,</div>
+      <div class='line'>A pulseless silence, dread, profound,</div>
+      <div class='line'>More awful than the tempest’s sound.</div>
+      <div class='line'>The diver steer’d for <span class='sc'>Ormus’</span> bowers,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And moor’d his skiff till calmer hours;</div>
+      <div class='line'>The sea-birds, with portentous screech,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Flew fast to land;—upon the beach</div>
+      <div class='line'>The pilot oft had paus’d, with glance</div>
+      <div class='line'>Turn’d upward to that wild expanse;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>And all was boding, drear, and dark</div>
+      <div class='line'>As her own soul, when <span class='sc'>Hinda’s</span> bark</div>
+      <div class='line'>Went slowly from the Persian shore.—</div>
+      <div class='line'>No music tim’d her parting oar,<a id='r270'></a><a href='#f270' class='c012'><sup>[270]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>Nor friends upon the lessening strand</div>
+      <div class='line'>Linger’d, to wave the unseen hand,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Or speak the farewell, heard no more;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>But lone, unheeded, from the bay</div>
+      <div class='line'>The vessel takes its mournful way,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like some ill-destin’d bark that steers</div>
+      <div class='line'>In silence through the Gate of Tears.<a id='r271'></a><a href='#f271' class='c012'><sup>[271]</sup></a></div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_218'>218</span>And where was stern <span class='sc'>Al Hassan</span> then?</div>
+      <div class='line'>Could not that saintly scourge of men</div>
+      <div class='line'>From bloodshed and devotion spare</div>
+      <div class='line'>One minute for a farewell there?</div>
+      <div class='line'>No—close within, in changeful fits</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of cursing and of prayer, he sits</div>
+      <div class='line'>In savage loneliness to brood</div>
+      <div class='line'>Upon the coming night of blood,—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'><a id='tn-keen'></a>With that keen second-scent of death,</div>
+      <div class='line'>By which the vulture snuffs his food</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>In the still warm and living breath!<a id='r272'></a><a href='#f272' class='c012'><sup>[272]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>While o’er the wave his weeping daughter</div>
+      <div class='line'>Is wafted from these scenes of slaughter,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>As a young bird of <span class='sc'>Babylon</span>,<a id='r273'></a><a href='#f273' class='c012'><sup>[273]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>Let loose to tell of victory won,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Flies home, with wing, ah! not unstain’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>By the red hands that held her chain’d.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>And does the long-left home she seeks</div>
+      <div class='line'>Light up no gladness on her cheeks?</div>
+      <div class='line'>The flowers she nurs’d—the well-known groves,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Where oft in dreams her spirit roves—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Once more to see her dear gazelles</div>
+      <div class='line'>Come bounding with their silver bells;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Her birds’ new plumage to behold,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And the gay, gleaming fishes count,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_219'>219</span>She left, all filleted with gold,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Shooting around their jasper fount;<a id='r274'></a><a href='#f274' class='c012'><sup>[274]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>Her little garden mosque to see,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And once again, at evening hour,</div>
+      <div class='line'>To tell her ruby rosary<a id='r275'></a><a href='#f275' class='c012'><sup>[275]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line in2'>In her own sweet acacia bower.—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Can these delights, that wait her now,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Call up no sunshine on her brow?</div>
+      <div class='line'>No,—silent, from her train apart,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>As if e’en now she felt at heart</div>
+      <div class='line'>The chill of her approaching doom,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>She sits, all lovely in her gloom</div>
+      <div class='line'>As a pale Angel of the Grave;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And o’er the wide, tempestuous wave,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Looks, with a shudder, to those towers,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Where, in a few short awful hours,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Blood, blood, in streaming tides shall run.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Foul incense for to-morrow’s sun!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Where art thou, glorious stranger! thou,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“So loved, so lost, where art thou now?</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Foe—Gheber—infidel—whate’er</div>
+      <div class='line'>“The’ unhallow’d name thou’rt doom’d to bear,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Still glorious—still to this fond heart</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Dear as its blood, whate’er thou art!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Yes—<span class='sc'>Alla</span>, dreadful <span class='sc'>Alla</span>! yes—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“If there be wrong, be crime in this,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_220'>220</span>“Let the black waves that round us roll,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Whelm me this instant, ere my soul,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Forgetting faith—home—father—all—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Before its earthly idol fall,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Nor worship e’en Thyself above him—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“For, oh, so wildly do I love him,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Thy Paradise itself were dim</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And joyless, if not shared with him!”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Her hands were clasp’d—her eyes upturn’d,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Dropping their tears like moonlight rain;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And, though her lip, fond raver! burn’d</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>With words of passion, bold, profane,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Yet was there light around her brow,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>A holiness in those dark eyes,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Which show’d, though wandering earthward now,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Her spirit’s home was in the skies.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Yes—for a spirit pure as hers</div>
+      <div class='line'>Is always pure, e’en while it errs;</div>
+      <div class='line'>As sunshine, broken in the rill,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Though turn’d astray, is sunshine still!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>So wholly had her mind forgot</div>
+      <div class='line'>All thoughts but one, she heeded not</div>
+      <div class='line'>The rising storm—the wave that cast</div>
+      <div class='line'>A moment’s midnight, as it pass’d—</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_221'>221</span>Nor heard the frequent shout, the tread</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of gathering tumult o’er her head—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Clash’d swords, and tongues that seem’d to vie</div>
+      <div class='line'>With the rude riot of the sky.—</div>
+      <div class='line'>But, hark!—that war-whoop on the deck—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>That crash, as if each engine there,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Masts, sails, and all, were gone to wreck,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Mid yells and stampings of despair!</div>
+      <div class='line'>Merciful Heaven! what <em>can</em> it be?</div>
+      <div class='line'>’Tis not the storm, though fearfully</div>
+      <div class='line'>The ship has shudder’d as she rode</div>
+      <div class='line'>O’er mountain-waves—“Forgive me, God!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Forgive me”—shrieked the maid, and knelt,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Trembling all over—for she felt</div>
+      <div class='line'>As if her judgment-hour was near</div>
+      <div class='line'>While crouching round, half dead with fear,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Her handmaids clung, nor breath’d, nor stirr’d—</div>
+      <div class='line'>When, hark!—a second crash—a third—</div>
+      <div class='line'>And now, as if a bolt of thunder</div>
+      <div class='line'>Had riv’n the labouring planks asunder,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The deck falls in—what horrors then!</div>
+      <div class='line'>Blood, waves, and tackle, swords and men</div>
+      <div class='line'>Come mix’d together through the chasm,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Some wretches in their dying spasm</div>
+      <div class='line'>Still fighting on—and some that call</div>
+      <div class='line'>“For <span class='sc'>God</span> and <span class='sc'>Iran</span>!” as they fall!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div id='i-222'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_222'>222</span>
+<img src='images/i-222.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-l c022'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'>Whose was the hand that turn’d away</div>
+      <div class='line'>The perils of the’ infuriate fray,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And snatch’d her breathless from beneath</div>
+      <div class='line'>This wilderment of wreck and death?</div>
+      <div class='line'>She knew not—for a faintness came</div>
+      <div class='line'>Chill o’er her, and her sinking frame</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_223'>223</span>Amid the ruins of that hour</div>
+      <div class='line'>Lay, like a pale and scorched flower,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Beneath the red volcano’s shower.</div>
+      <div class='line'>But, oh! the sights and sounds of dread</div>
+      <div class='line'>That shock’d her ere her senses fled!</div>
+      <div class='line'>The yawning deck—the crowd that strove</div>
+      <div class='line'>Upon the tottering planks above—</div>
+      <div class='line'>The sail, whose fragments, shivering o’er</div>
+      <div class='line'>The strugglers’ heads, all dash’d with gore,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Flutter’d like bloody flags—the clash</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of sabres, and the lightning’s flash</div>
+      <div class='line'>Upon their blades, high toss’d about</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like meteor brands<a id='r276'></a><a href='#f276' class='c012'><sup>[276]</sup></a>—as if throughout</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>The elements one fury ran,</div>
+      <div class='line'>One general rage, that left a doubt</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Which was the fiercer, Heaven or Man!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Once too—but no—it could not be—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>’Twas fancy all—yet once she thought,</div>
+      <div class='line'>While yet her fading eyes could see,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>High on the ruin’d deck she caught</div>
+      <div class='line'>A glimpse of that unearthly form,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>That glory of her soul,—e’en then,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Amid the whirl of wreck and storm,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Shining above his fellow-men,</div>
+      <div class='line'>As, on some black and troublous night,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_224'>224</span>The Star of <span class='sc'>Egypt</span>,<a id='r277'></a><a href='#f277' class='c012'><sup>[277]</sup></a> whose proud light</div>
+      <div class='line'>Never hath beam’d on those who rest</div>
+      <div class='line'>In the White Islands of the West,<a id='r278'></a><a href='#f278' class='c012'><sup>[278]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>Burns through the storm with looks of flame</div>
+      <div class='line'>That put Heaven’s cloudier eyes to shame.</div>
+      <div class='line'>But no—’twas but the minute’s dream—</div>
+      <div class='line'>A fantasy—and ere the scream</div>
+      <div class='line'>Had half-way pass’d her pallid lips,</div>
+      <div class='line'>A death-like swoon, a chill eclipse</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of soul and sense its darkness spread</div>
+      <div class='line'>Around her, and she sunk, as dead.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>How calm, how beautiful comes on</div>
+      <div class='line'>The stilly hour, when storms are gone;</div>
+      <div class='line'>When warring winds have died away,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And clouds, beneath the glancing ray,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Melt off, and leave the land and sea</div>
+      <div class='line'>Sleeping in bright tranquillity,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Fresh as if Day again were born,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Again upon the lap of Morn!—</div>
+      <div class='line'>When the light blossoms, rudely torn</div>
+      <div class='line'>And scatter’d at the whirlwind’s will,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Hang floating in the pure air still,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Filling it all with precious balm,</div>
+      <div class='line'>In gratitude for this sweet calm;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>And every drop the thunder-showers</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_225'>225</span>Have left upon the grass and flowers</div>
+      <div class='line'>Sparkles, as ’twere that lightning-gem<a id='r279'></a><a href='#f279' class='c012'><sup>[279]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>Whose liquid flame is born of them!</div>
+      <div class='line'>When, ’stead of one unchanging breeze,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>There blow a thousand gentle airs,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And each a different perfume bears,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>As if the loveliest plants and trees</div>
+      <div class='line'>Had vassal breezes of their own</div>
+      <div class='line'>To watch and wait on them alone,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And waft no other breath than theirs:</div>
+      <div class='line'>When the blue waters rise and fall,</div>
+      <div class='line'>In sleepy sunshine mantling all;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And e’en that swell the tempest leaves</div>
+      <div class='line'>Is like the full and silent heaves</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of lovers’ hearts, when newly blest,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Too newly to be quite at rest.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Such was the golden hour that broke</div>
+      <div class='line'>Upon the world, when <span class='sc'>Hinda</span> woke</div>
+      <div class='line'>From her long trance, and heard around</div>
+      <div class='line'>No motion but the water’s sound</div>
+      <div class='line'>Rippling against the vessel’s side,</div>
+      <div class='line'>As slow it mounted o’er the tide.—</div>
+      <div class='line'>But where is she?—her eyes are dark,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Are wilder’d still—is this the bark,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The same, that from <span class='sc'>Harmozia’s</span> bay</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_226'>226</span>Bore her at morn—whose bloody way</div>
+      <div class='line'>The sea-dog track’d?—no—strange and new</div>
+      <div class='line'>Is all that meets her wondering view.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Upon a galliot’s deck she lies,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Beneath no rich pavilion’s shade,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>No plumes to fan her sleeping eyes,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Nor jasmine on her pillow laid.</div>
+      <div class='line'>But the rude litter, roughly spread</div>
+      <div class='line'>With war-cloaks, is her homely bed,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And shawl and sash, on javelins hung,</div>
+      <div class='line'>For awning o’er her head are flung.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Shuddering she look’d around—there lay</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>A group of warriors in the sun,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Resting their limbs, as for that day</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Their ministry of death were done.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Some gazing on the drowsy sea,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Lost in unconscious reverie;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And some, who seem’d but ill to brook</div>
+      <div class='line'>That sluggish calm, with many a look</div>
+      <div class='line'>To the slack sail impatient cast,</div>
+      <div class='line'>As loose it flagg’d around the mast.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div id='i-227'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i-227.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-l c022'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Blest <span class='sc'>Alla</span>! who shall save her now?</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>There’s not in all that warrior band</div>
+      <div class='line'>One Arab sword, one turban’d brow</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>From her own Faithful Moslem land.</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_227'>227</span>Their garb—the leathern belt<a id='r280'></a><a href='#f280' class='c012'><sup>[280]</sup></a> that wraps</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Each yellow vest<a id='r281'></a><a href='#f281' class='c012'><sup>[281]</sup></a>—that rebel hue—</div>
+      <div class='line'>The Tartar fleece upon their caps<a id='r282'></a><a href='#f282' class='c012'><sup>[282]</sup></a>—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Yes—yes—her fears are all too true,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And Heaven hath, in this dreadful hour,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Abandon’d her to <span class='sc'>Hafed’s</span> power;—</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Hafed</span>, the Gheber!—at the thought</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Her very heart’s blood chills within;</div>
+      <div class='line'>He, whom her soul was hourly taught</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>To loathe, as some foul fiend of sin,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Some minister, whom Hell had sent</div>
+      <div class='line'>To spread its blast, where’er he went,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_228'>228</span>And fling, as o’er our earth he trod,</div>
+      <div class='line'>His shadow betwixt man and God!</div>
+      <div class='line'>And she is now his captive,—thrown</div>
+      <div class='line'>In his fierce hands, alive, alone;</div>
+      <div class='line'>His the infuriate band she sees,</div>
+      <div class='line'>All infidels—all enemies!</div>
+      <div class='line'>What was the daring hope that then</div>
+      <div class='line'>Cross’d her like lightning, as again,</div>
+      <div class='line'>With boldness that despair had lent,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>She darted through that armed crowd</div>
+      <div class='line'>A look so searching, so intent,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>That e’en the sternest warrior bow’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>Abash’d, when he her glances caught,</div>
+      <div class='line'>As if he guess’d whose form they sought.</div>
+      <div class='line'>But no—she sees him not—’tis gone,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The vision that before her shone</div>
+      <div class='line'>Through all the maze of blood and storm,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Is fled—’twas but a phantom form—</div>
+      <div class='line'>One of those passing, rainbow dreams,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Half light, half shade, which Fancy’s beams</div>
+      <div class='line'>Paint on the fleeting mists that roll</div>
+      <div class='line'>In trance or slumber round the soul.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>But now the bark, with livelier bound,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Scales the blue wave—the crew’s in motion,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The oars are out, and with light sound</div>
+      <div class='line in2'><span class='pageno' id='Page_229'>229</span>Break the bright mirror of the ocean,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Scattering its brilliant fragments round.</div>
+      <div class='line'>And now she sees—with horror sees,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Their course is tow’rd that mountain-hold,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Those towers, that make her life-blood freeze,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Where <span class='sc'>Mecca’s</span> godless enemies</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Lie, like beleaguer’d scorpions, roll’d</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>In their last deadly, venomous fold!</div>
+      <div class='line'>Amid the’ illumin’d land and flood</div>
+      <div class='line'>Sunless that mighty mountain stood;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Save where, above its awful head,</div>
+      <div class='line'>There shone a flaming cloud, blood-red,</div>
+      <div class='line'>As ’twere the flag of destiny</div>
+      <div class='line'>Hung out to mark where death would be!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Had her bewilder’d mind the power</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of thought in this terrific hour,</div>
+      <div class='line'>She well might marvel where or how</div>
+      <div class='line'>Man’s foot could scale that mountain’s brow,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Since ne’er had Arab heard or known</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of path but through the glen alone.—</div>
+      <div class='line'>But every thought was lost in fear,</div>
+      <div class='line'>When, as their bounding bark drew near</div>
+      <div class='line'>The craggy base, she felt the waves</div>
+      <div class='line'>Hurry them tow’rd those dismal caves,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That from the Deep in windings pass</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_230'>230</span>Beneath that Mount’s volcanic mass;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>And loud a voice on deck commands</div>
+      <div class='line'>To lower the mast and light the brands!—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Instantly o’er the dashing tide</div>
+      <div class='line'>Within a cavern’s mouth they glide,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Gloomy as that eternal Porch</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Through which departed spirits go:—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Not e’en the flare of brand and torch</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Its flickering light could further throw</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Than the thick flood that boil’d below.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Silent they floated—as if each</div>
+      <div class='line'>Sat breathless, and too aw’d for speech</div>
+      <div class='line'>In that dark chasm, where even sound</div>
+      <div class='line'>Seem’d dark,—so sullenly around</div>
+      <div class='line'>The goblin echoes of the cave</div>
+      <div class='line'>Mutter’d it o’er the long black wave,</div>
+      <div class='line'>As ’twere some secret of the grave!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>But soft—they pause—the current turns</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Beneath them from its onward track;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Some mighty, unseen barrier spurns</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>The vexed tide, all foaming, back,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And scarce the oars’ redoubled force</div>
+      <div class='line'>Can stem the eddy’s whirling force;</div>
+      <div class='line'>When, hark!—some desperate foot has sprung</div>
+      <div class='line'>Among the rocks—the chain is flung—</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_231'>231</span>The oars are up—the grapple clings,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the toss’d bark in moorings swings.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Just then, a day-beam through the shade</div>
+      <div class='line'>Broke tremulous—but, ere the maid</div>
+      <div class='line'>Can see from whence the brightness steals,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Upon her brow she shuddering feels</div>
+      <div class='line'>A viewless hand, that promptly ties</div>
+      <div class='line'>A bandage round her burning eyes;</div>
+      <div class='line'>While the rude litter where she lies,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Uplifted by the warrior throng,</div>
+      <div class='line'>O’er the steep rocks is borne along.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Blest power of sunshine!—genial Day,</div>
+      <div class='line'>What balm, what life is in thy ray!</div>
+      <div class='line'>To feel thee is such real bliss,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That had the world no joy but this,</div>
+      <div class='line'>To sit in sunshine calm and sweet,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>It were a world too exquisite</div>
+      <div class='line'>For man to leave it for the gloom,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The deep, cold shadow of the tomb.</div>
+      <div class='line'>E’en <span class='sc'>Hinda</span>, though she saw not where</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Or whither wound the perilous road,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Yet knew by that awakening air,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Which suddenly around her glow’d,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That they had risen from darkness then,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And breath’d the sunny world again!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_232'>232</span>But soon this balmy freshness fled—</div>
+      <div class='line'>For now the steepy labyrinth led</div>
+      <div class='line'>Through damp and gloom—’mid crash of boughs,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And fall of loosen’d crags that rouse</div>
+      <div class='line'>The leopard from his hungry sleep,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Who, starting, thinks each crag a prey,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And long is heard, from steep to steep,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Chasing them down their thundering way!</div>
+      <div class='line'>The jackal’s cry—the distant moan</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of the hyæna, fierce and lone—</div>
+      <div class='line'>And that eternal saddening sound</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Of torrents in the glen beneath,</div>
+      <div class='line'>As ’twere the ever-dark Profound</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>That rolls beneath the Bridge of Death!</div>
+      <div class='line'>All, all is fearful—e’en to see,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>To gaze on those terrific things</div>
+      <div class='line'>She now but blindly hears, would be</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Relief to her imaginings;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Since never yet was shape so dread,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>But Fancy, thus in darkness thrown</div>
+      <div class='line'>And by such sounds of horror fed,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Could frame more dreadful of her own.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div id='i-233'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i-233.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-l c022'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>But does she dream? has Fear again</div>
+      <div class='line'>Perplex’d the workings of her brain,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Or did a voice, all music, then</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_233'>233</span>Come from the gloom, low whispering near—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Tremble not, love, thy Gheber’s here!”</div>
+      <div class='line'>She <em>does</em> not dream—all sense, all ear,</div>
+      <div class='line'>She drinks the words, “Thy Gheber’s here.”</div>
+      <div class='line'>’Twas his own voice—she could not err—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Throughout the breathing world’s extent</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_234'>234</span>There was but <em>one</em> such voice for her,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>So kind, so soft, so eloquent!</div>
+      <div class='line'>Oh, sooner shall the rose of May</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Mistake her own sweet nightingale,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And to some meaner minstrel’s lay</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Open her bosom’s glowing veil,<a id='r283'></a><a href='#f283' class='c012'><sup>[283]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>Than Love shall ever doubt a tone,</div>
+      <div class='line'>A breath of the beloved one!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Though blest, ’mid all her ills, to think</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>She has that one beloved near,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Whose smile, though met on ruin’s brink,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Hath power to make e’en ruin dear,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Yet soon this gleam of rapture, crost</div>
+      <div class='line'>By fears for him, is chill’d and lost.</div>
+      <div class='line'>How shall the ruthless <span class='sc'>Hafed</span> brook</div>
+      <div class='line'>That one of Gheber blood should look,</div>
+      <div class='line'>With aught but curses in his eye,</div>
+      <div class='line'>On her—a maid of <span class='sc'>Araby</span>—</div>
+      <div class='line'>A Moslem maid—the child of him,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Whose bloody banner’s dire success</div>
+      <div class='line'>Hath left their altars cold and dim,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And their fair land a wilderness!</div>
+      <div class='line'>And, worse than all, that night of blood</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Which comes so fast—oh! who shall stay</div>
+      <div class='line'>The sword, that once hath tasted food</div>
+      <div class='line in2'><span class='pageno' id='Page_235'>235</span>Of Persian hearts, or turn its way?</div>
+      <div class='line'>What arm shall then the victim cover,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Or from her father shield her lover?</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>“Save him, my God!” she inly cries—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Save him this night—and if thine eyes</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Have ever welcom’d with delight</div>
+      <div class='line'>“The sinner’s tears, the sacrifice</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Of sinners’ hearts—guard him this night,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And here, before thy throne, I swear</div>
+      <div class='line'>“From my heart’s inmost core to tear</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Love, hope, remembrance, though they be</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Link’d with each quivering life-string there,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“And give it bleeding all to Thee!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Let him but live,—the burning tear,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“The sighs, so sinful, yet so dear,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Which have been all too much his own,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Shall from this hour be Heaven’s alone.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Youth pass’d in penitence, and age</div>
+      <div class='line'>“In long and painful pilgrimage,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Shall leave no traces of the flame</div>
+      <div class='line'>“That wastes me now—nor shall his name</div>
+      <div class='line'>“E’er bless my lips, but when I pray</div>
+      <div class='line'>“For his dear spirit, that away</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Casting from its angelic ray</div>
+      <div class='line'>“The’ eclipse of earth, he, too, may shine</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_236'>236</span>“Redeem’d, all glorious and all Thine!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Think—think what victory to win</div>
+      <div class='line'>“One radiant soul like his from sin,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“One wandering star of virtue back</div>
+      <div class='line'>“To its own native, heaven-ward track!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Let him but live, and both are Thine,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Together Thine—for, blest or crost,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Living or dead, his doom is mine,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“And, if <em>he</em> perish, both are lost!”</div>
+      <div class='line'></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div id='i-236'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i-236.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+<div class='pbb'>
+ <hr class='pb c001'>
+</div>
+<p class='c018'><span class='pageno' id='Page_237'>237</span>The next evening <span class='sc'>Lalla Rookh</span> was entreated by her
+Ladies to continue the relation of her wonderful dream;
+but the fearful interest that hung round the fate of
+<span class='sc'>Hinda</span> and her lover had completely removed every
+trace of it from her mind;—much to the disappointment
+of a fair seer or two in her train, who prided
+themselves on their skill in interpreting visions, and who
+had already remarked, as an unlucky omen, that the
+Princess, on the very morning after the dream, had worn
+a silk dyed with the blossoms of the sorrowful tree,
+Nilica.<a id='r284'></a><a href='#f284' class='c012'><sup>[284]</sup></a></p>
+
+<p class='c011'><span class='sc'>Fadladeen</span>, whose indignation had more than once
+broken out during the recital of some parts of this
+heterodox poem, seemed at length to have made up his
+mind to the infliction; and took his seat this evening with
+all the patience of a martyr, while the Poet resumed
+his profane and seditious story as follows:—</p>
+
+<div class='pbb'>
+ <hr class='pb c001'>
+</div>
+<div id='i-238'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_238'>238</span>
+<img src='images/i-238.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-l c021'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>To tearless eyes and hearts at ease</div>
+      <div class='line'>The leafy shores and sun-bright seas,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That lay beneath that mountain’s height,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Had been a fair enchanting sight.</div>
+      <div class='line'>’Twas one of those ambrosial eves</div>
+      <div class='line'>A day of storm so often leaves</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_239'>239</span>At its calm setting—when the West</div>
+      <div class='line'>Opens her golden bowers of rest,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And a moist radiance from the skies</div>
+      <div class='line'>Shoots trembling down, as from the eyes</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of some meek penitent, whose last</div>
+      <div class='line'>Bright hours atone for dark ones past,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And whose sweet tears, o’er wrong forgiven,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Shine, as they fall, with light from heaven!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>’Twas stillness all—the winds that late</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Had rush’d through <span class='sc'>Kerman’s</span> almond groves,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And shaken from her bowers of date</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>That cooling feast the traveller loves,<a id='r285'></a><a href='#f285' class='c012'><sup>[285]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>Now, lull’d to languor, scarcely curl</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>The Green Sea wave, whose waters gleam</div>
+      <div class='line'>Limpid, as if her mines of pearl</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Were melted all to form the stream:</div>
+      <div class='line'>And her fair islets, small and bright,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>With their green shores reflected there,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Look like those <span class='sc'>Peri</span> isles of light,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>That hang by spell-work in the air.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div id='i-241'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i-241.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-l c022'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>But vainly did those glories burst</div>
+      <div class='line'>On <span class='sc'>Hinda’s</span> dazzled eyes, when first</div>
+      <div class='line'>The bandage from her brow was taken,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And, pale and aw’d as those who waken</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_240'>240</span>In their dark tombs—when, scowling near,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The Searchers of the Grave<a id='r286'></a><a href='#f286' class='c012'><sup>[286]</sup></a> appear,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>She shuddering turn’d to read her fate</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>In the fierce eyes that flash’d around;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And saw those towers all desolate,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>That o’er her head terrific frown’d,</div>
+      <div class='line'>As if defying e’en the smile</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of that soft heaven to gild their pile.</div>
+      <div class='line'>In vain, with mingled hope and fear,</div>
+      <div class='line'>She looks for him whose voice so dear</div>
+      <div class='line'>Had come, like music, to her ear—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Strange, mocking dream! again ’tis fled.</div>
+      <div class='line'>And oh, the shoots, the pangs of dread</div>
+      <div class='line'>That through her inmost bosom run,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>When voices from without proclaim</div>
+      <div class='line'>“<span class='sc'>Hafed</span>, the Chief”—and, one by one,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>The warriors shout that fearful name!</div>
+      <div class='line'>He comes—the rock resounds his tread—</div>
+      <div class='line'>How shall she dare to lift her head,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Or meet those eyes whose scorching glare</div>
+      <div class='line'>Not <span class='sc'>Yemen’s</span> boldest sons can bear?</div>
+      <div class='line'>In whose red beam, the Moslem tells,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Such rank and deadly lustre dwells,</div>
+      <div class='line'>As in those hellish fires that light</div>
+      <div class='line'>The mandrake’s charnel leaves at night.<a id='r287'></a><a href='#f287' class='c012'><sup>[287]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>How shall she bear that voice’s tone,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_241'>241</span>At whose loud battle-cry alone</div>
+      <div class='line'>Whole squadrons oft in panic ran,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Scatter’d like some vast caravan,</div>
+      <div class='line'>When, stretch’d at evening round the well,</div>
+      <div class='line'>They hear the thirsting tiger’s yell!</div>
+      <div class='line'>Breathless she stands, with eyes cast down,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Shrinking beneath the fiery frown,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_242'>242</span>Which, fancy tells her, from that brow</div>
+      <div class='line'>Is flashing o’er her fiercely now:</div>
+      <div class='line'>And shuddering as she hears the tread</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Of his retiring warrior band.—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Never was pause so full of dread;</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Till <span class='sc'>Hafed</span> with a trembling hand</div>
+      <div class='line'>Took hers, and, leaning o’er her, said,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“<span class='sc'>Hinda</span>;”—that word was all he spoke,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And ’twas enough—the shriek that broke</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>From her full bosom, told the rest.—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Panting with terror, joy, surprise,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The maid but lifts her wondering eyes,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>To hide them on her Gheber’s breast!</div>
+      <div class='line'>’Tis he, ’tis he—the man of blood,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The fellest of the Fire-fiend’s brood,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Hafed</span>, the demon of the fight,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Whose voice unnerves, whose glances blight,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Is her own loved Gheber, mild</div>
+      <div class='line'>And glorious as when first he smil’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>In her lone tower, and left such beams</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of his pure eye to light her dreams,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That she believ’d her bower had given</div>
+      <div class='line'>Rest to some wanderer from heaven!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Moments there are, and this was one,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Snatch’d like a minute’s gleam of sun</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_243'>243</span>Amid the black Simoom’s eclipse—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Or, like those verdant spots that bloom</div>
+      <div class='line'>Around the crater’s burning lips,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Sweetening the very edge of doom!</div>
+      <div class='line'>The past—the future—all that Fate</div>
+      <div class='line'>Can bring of dark or desperate</div>
+      <div class='line'>Around such hours, but makes them cast</div>
+      <div class='line'>Intenser radiance while they last!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Even he, this youth—though dimm’d and gone</div>
+      <div class='line'>Each star of Hope that cheer’d him on—</div>
+      <div class='line'>His glories lost—his cause betray’d—</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Iran</span>, his dear-lov’d country made</div>
+      <div class='line'>A land of carcasses and slaves,</div>
+      <div class='line'>One dreary waste of chains and graves!—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Himself but lingering, dead at heart,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>To see the last, long struggling breath</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of Liberty’s great soul depart,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Then lay him down and share her death—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Even he, so sunk in wretchedness,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>With doom still darker gathering o’er him,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Yet, in this moment’s pure caress,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>In the mild eyes that shone before him,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Beaming that blest assurance, worth</div>
+      <div class='line'>All other transports known on earth,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That he was lov’d—well, warmly lov’d—</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_244'>244</span>Oh! in this precious hour he prov’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>How deep, how thorough-felt the glow</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of rapture, kindling out of woe;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>How exquisite one single drop</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of bliss, thus sparkling to the top</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of misery’s cup—how keenly quaff’d,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Though death must follow on the draught!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>She, too, while gazing on those eyes</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>That sink into her soul so deep,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Forgets all fears, all miseries,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Or feels them like a wretch in sleep,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Whom fancy cheats into a smile,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Who dreams of joy, and sobs the while!</div>
+      <div class='line'>The mighty Ruins where they stood,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Upon the mount’s high, rocky verge,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Lay open tow’rds the ocean flood,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Where lightly o’er the illumin’d surge</div>
+      <div class='line'>Many a fair bark that, all the day,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Had lurk’d in sheltering creek or bay,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Now bounded on, and gave their sails,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Yet dripping, to the evening gales;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like eagles, when the storm is done,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Spreading their wet wings in the sun.</div>
+      <div class='line'>The beauteous clouds, though daylight’s Star</div>
+      <div class='line'>Had sunk behind the hills of <span class='sc'>Lar</span>,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_245'>245</span>Were still with lingering glories bright,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>As if, to grace the gorgeous West,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>The Spirit of departing Light</div>
+      <div class='line'>That eve had left his sunny vest</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Behind him, ere he wing’d his flight.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Never was scene so form’d for love!</div>
+      <div class='line'>Beneath them waves of crystal move</div>
+      <div class='line'>In silent swell—Heaven glows above,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And their pure hearts, to transport given,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Swell like the wave, and glow like Heaven.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>But, ah! too soon that dream is past—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Again, again her fear returns;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Night, dreadful night, is gathering last,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>More faintly the horizon burns,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And every rosy tint that lay</div>
+      <div class='line'>On the smooth sea hath died away.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Hastily to the darkening skies</div>
+      <div class='line'>A glance she casts—then wildly cries</div>
+      <div class='line'>“<em>At night</em>, he said—and, look, ’tis near—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Fly, fly—if yet thou lov’st me, fly—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Soon will his murderous band be here,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“And I shall see thee bleed and die.—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Hush! heard’st thou not the tramp of men</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Sounding from yonder fearful glen?—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Perhaps e’en now they climb the wood—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'><span class='pageno' id='Page_246'>246</span>“Fly, fly—though still the West is bright,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“He’ll come—oh! yes—he wants thy blood—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“I know him—he’ll not wait for night!”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>In terrors e’en to agony</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>She clings around the wondering Chief;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Alas, poor wilder’d maid! to me</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Thou ow’st this raving trance of grief.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Lost as I am, nought ever grew</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Beneath my shade but perish’d too—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“My doom is like the Dead Sea air,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And nothing lives that enters there!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Why were our barks together driven</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Beneath this morning’s furious heaven?</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Why, when I saw the prize that chance</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Had thrown into my desperate arms,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“When, casting but a single glance</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Upon thy pale and prostrate charms,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“I vow’d (though watching viewless o’er</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Thy safety through that hour’s alarms)</div>
+      <div class='line'>“To meet the’ unmanning sight no more—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Why have I broke that heart-wrung vow?</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Why weakly, madly met thee now?—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Start not—that noise is but the shock</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Of torrents through yon valley hurl’d—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Dread nothing here—upon this rock</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_247'>247</span>“We stand above the jarring world,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Alike beyond its hope—its dread—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“In gloomy safety, like the Dead!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Or, could e’en earth and hell unite</div>
+      <div class='line'>“In league to storm this Sacred Height,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Fear nothing thou—myself, to-night,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And each o’erlooking star that dwells</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Near God will be thy sentinels;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And, ere to-morrow’s dawn shall glow,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Back to thy sire⸺”</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class="vanish">“Back to thy sire⸺”</span>“To-morrow!—no—”</div>
+      <div class='line'>The maiden scream’d—“thou’lt never see</div>
+      <div class='line'>“To-morrow’s sun—death, death will be</div>
+      <div class='line'>“The night-cry through each reeking tower,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Unless we fly, ay, fly this hour!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Thou art betray’d—some wretch who knew</div>
+      <div class='line'>“That dreadful glen’s mysterious clew—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Nay, doubt not—by yon stars, ’tis true—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Hath sold thee to my vengeful sire;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“This morning, with that smile so dire</div>
+      <div class='line'>“He wears in joy, he told me all,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And stamp’d in triumph through our hall,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“As though thy heart already beat</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Its last life-throb beneath his feet!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Good Heaven, how little dream’d I then</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“His victim was my own lov’d youth!—</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_248'>248</span>“Fly—send—let some one watch the glen—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“By all my hopes of heaven ’tis truth!”</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div id='i-248'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i-248.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-l c022'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Oh! colder than the wind that freezes</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Founts, that but now in sunshine play’d,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Is that congealing pang which seizes</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>The trusting bosom, when betray’d.</div>
+      <div class='line'>He felt it—deeply felt—and stood,</div>
+      <div class='line'>As if the tale had frozen his blood,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>So maz’d and motionless was he;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like one whom sudden spells enchant,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_249'>249</span>Or some mute, marble habitant</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Of the still Halls of <span class='sc'>Ishmonie</span>!<a id='r288'></a><a href='#f288' class='c012'><sup>[288]</sup></a></div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>But soon the painful chill was o’er,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And his great soul, herself once more,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Look’d from his brow in all the rays</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of her best, happiest, grandest days.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Never, in moment most elate,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Did that high spirit loftier rise;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>While bright, serene, determinate,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>His looks are lifted to the skies,</div>
+      <div class='line'>As if the signal lights of Fate</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Were shining in those awful eyes!</div>
+      <div class='line'>’Tis come—his hour of martyrdom</div>
+      <div class='line'>In <span class='sc'>Iran’s</span> sacred cause is come;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And, though his life hath pass’d away</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like lightning on a stormy day,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Yet shall his death-hour leave a track</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Of glory, permanent and bright,</div>
+      <div class='line'>To which the brave of after-times,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The suffering brave, shall long look back</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>With proud regret,—and by its light</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Watch through the hours of slavery’s night</div>
+      <div class='line'>For vengeance on the’ oppressor’s crimes.</div>
+      <div class='line'>This rock, his monument aloft,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Shall speak the tale to many an age;</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_250'>250</span>And hither bards and heroes oft</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Shall come in secret pilgrimage,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And bring their warrior sons, and tell</div>
+      <div class='line'>The wondering boys where <span class='sc'>Hafed</span> fell;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And swear them on those lone remains</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of their lost country’s ancient fanes,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Never—while breath of life shall live</div>
+      <div class='line'>Within them—never to forgive</div>
+      <div class='line'>The’ accursed race, whose ruthless chain</div>
+      <div class='line'>Hath left on <span class='sc'>Iran’s</span> neck a stain</div>
+      <div class='line'>Blood, blood alone can cleanse again!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Such are the swelling thoughts that now</div>
+      <div class='line'>Enthrone themselves on <span class='sc'>Hafed’s</span> brow;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And ne’er did saint of <span class='sc'>Issa</span><a id='r289'></a><a href='#f289' class='c012'><sup>[289]</sup></a> gaze</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>On the red wreath, for martyrs twin’d,</div>
+      <div class='line'>More proudly than the youth surveys</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>That pile, which through the gloom behind,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Half lighted by the altar’s fire,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Glimmers—his destin’d funeral pyre!</div>
+      <div class='line'>Heap’d by his own, his comrades’ hands,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Of every wood of odorous breath,</div>
+      <div class='line'>There, by the Fire-God’s shrine it stands,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Ready to fold in radiant death</div>
+      <div class='line'>The few still left of those who swore</div>
+      <div class='line'>To perish there, when hope was o’er—</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_251'>251</span>The few, to whom that couch of flame,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Which rescues them from bonds and shame,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Is sweet and welcome as the bed</div>
+      <div class='line'>For their own infant Prophet spread,</div>
+      <div class='line'>When pitying Heaven to roses turn’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>The death-flames that beneath him burn’d!<a id='r290'></a><a href='#f290' class='c012'><sup>[290]</sup></a></div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>With watchfulness the maid attends</div>
+      <div class='line'>His rapid glance, where’er it bends—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Why shoot his eyes such awful beams?</div>
+      <div class='line'>What plans he now? what thinks or dreams?</div>
+      <div class='line'>Alas! why stands he musing here,</div>
+      <div class='line'>When every moment teems with fear?</div>
+      <div class='line'>“<span class='sc'>Hafed</span>, my own beloved Lord,”</div>
+      <div class='line'>She kneeling cries—“first, last ador’d!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“If in that soul thou’st ever felt</div>
+      <div class='line in2'><a id='tn-in1'></a>“Half what thy lips impassioned swore,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Here, on my knees that never knelt</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“To any but their God before,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“I pray thee, as thou lov’st me, fly—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Now, now—ere yet their blades are nigh.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Oh haste—the bark that bore me hither</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Can waft us o’er yon darkening sea</div>
+      <div class='line'>“East—west—alas, I care not whither,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“So thou art safe, and I with thee!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Go where we will, this hand is thine,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'><span class='pageno' id='Page_252'>252</span>“Those eyes before me smiling thus,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Through good and ill, through storm and shine,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“The world’s a world of love for us!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“On some calm, blessed shore we’ll dwell,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Where ’tis no crime to love too well;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Where thus to worship tenderly</div>
+      <div class='line'>“An erring child of light like thee</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Will not be sin—or, if it be,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Where we may weep our faults away,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Together kneeling, night and day,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Thou, for <em>my</em> sake, at <span class='sc'>Alla’s</span> shrine,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And I—at <em>any</em> God’s, for thine!”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Wildly these passionate words she spoke—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Then hung her head, and wept for shame;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Sobbing, as if her heart-string broke</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>With every deep-heav’d sob that came.</div>
+      <div class='line'>While he, young, warm—oh! wonder not</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>If, for a moment, pride and fame,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>His oath—his cause—that shrine of flame,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And <span class='sc'>Iran’s</span> self are all forgot</div>
+      <div class='line'>For her whom at his feet he sees</div>
+      <div class='line'>Kneeling in speechless agonies.</div>
+      <div class='line'>No, blame him not, if Hope awhile</div>
+      <div class='line'>Dawn’d in his soul, and threw her smile</div>
+      <div class='line'>O’er hours to come—o’er days and nights,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_253'>253</span>Wing’d with those precious, pure delights</div>
+      <div class='line'>Which she, who bends all beauteous there,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Was born to kindle and to share.</div>
+      <div class='line'>A tear or two, which, as he bow’d</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>To raise the suppliant, trembling stole,</div>
+      <div class='line'>First warn’d him of this dangerous cloud</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Of softness passing o’er his soul.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Starting, he brush’d the drops away,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Unworthy o’er that cheek to stray;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like one who, on the morn of fight,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Shakes from his sword the dews of night,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That had but dimm’d, not stain’d its light.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Yet, though subdued the’ unnerving thrill,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Its warmth, its weakness linger’d still</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>So touching in each look and tone,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That the fond, fearing, hoping maid</div>
+      <div class='line'>Half counted on the flight she pray’d,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Half thought the hero’s soul was grown</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>As soft, as yielding as her own,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And smil’d and bless’d him, while he said,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Yes—if there be some happier sphere,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Where fadeless truth like ours is dear,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“If there be any land of rest</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“For those who love and ne’er forget,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Oh! comfort thee—for safe and blest</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“We’ll meet in that calm region yet!”</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div id='i-254'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i-254.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-l c022'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_254'>254</span>Scarce had she time to ask her heart</div>
+      <div class='line'>If good or ill these words impart,</div>
+      <div class='line'>When the rous’d youth impatient flew</div>
+      <div class='line'>To the tower-wall, where, high in view,</div>
+      <div class='line'>A ponderous sea-horn<a id='r291'></a><a href='#f291' class='c012'><sup>[291]</sup></a> hung, and blew</div>
+      <div class='line'>A signal, deep and dread as those</div>
+      <div class='line'>The storm-fiend at his rising blows.—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Full well his Chieftains, sworn and true</div>
+      <div class='line'>Through life and death, that signal knew;</div>
+      <div class='line'>For ’twas the’ appointed warring-blast,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The’ alarm, to tell when hope was past,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the tremendous death-die cast!</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_255'>255</span>And there, upon the mouldering tower,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Hath hung this sea-horn many an hour,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Ready to sound o’er land and sea</div>
+      <div class='line'>That dirge-note of the brave and free.</div>
+      <div class='line'>They came—his Chieftains at the call</div>
+      <div class='line'>Came slowly round, and with them all—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Alas, how few!—the worn remains</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of those who late o’er <span class='sc'>Kerman’s</span> plains</div>
+      <div class='line'>Went gaily prancing to the clash</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Of Moorish zel and tymbalon,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Catching new hope from every flash</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Of their long lances in the sun,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And, as their coursers charg’d the wind,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the white ox-tails stream’d behind,<a id='r292'></a><a href='#f292' class='c012'><sup>[292]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>Looking, as if the steeds they rode</div>
+      <div class='line'>Were wing’d, and every Chief a God!</div>
+      <div class='line'>How fallen, how alter’d now! how wan</div>
+      <div class='line'>Each scarr’d and faded visage shone,</div>
+      <div class='line'>As round the burning shrine they came!—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>How deadly was the glare it cast,</div>
+      <div class='line'>As mute they pass’d before the flame</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>To light their torches as they pass’d!</div>
+      <div class='line'>’Twas silence all—the youth had plann’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>The duties of his soldier-band;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And each determin’d brow declares</div>
+      <div class='line'>His faithful Chieftains well know theirs.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div id='i-256'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_256'>256</span>
+<img src='images/i-256.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-l c022'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>But minutes speed—night gems the skies—</div>
+      <div class='line'>And oh, how soon, ye blessed eyes,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That look from heaven, ye may behold</div>
+      <div class='line'>Sights that will turn your star-fires cold!</div>
+      <div class='line'>Breathless with awe, impatience, hope,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The maiden sees the veteran group</div>
+      <div class='line'>Her litter silently prepare,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'><span class='pageno' id='Page_257'>257</span>And lay it at her trembling feet;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>And now the youth, with gentle care,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Hath placed her in the shelter’d seat,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And press’d her hand—that lingering press</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Of hands, that for the last time sever;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of hearts, whose pulse of happiness,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>When that hold breaks, is dead for ever.</div>
+      <div class='line'>And yet to <em>her</em> this sad caress</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Gives hope—so fondly hope can err!</div>
+      <div class='line'>’Twas joy, she thought, joy’s mute excess—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Their happy flight’s dear harbinger;</div>
+      <div class='line'>’Twas warmth—assurance—tenderness—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>’Twas any thing but leaving her.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>“Haste, haste!” she cried, “the clouds grow dark,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“But still, ere night, we’ll reach the bark;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And by to-morrow’s dawn—oh bliss!</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“With thee upon the sun-bright deep,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Far off, I’ll but remember this,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“As some dark vanish’d dream of sleep;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And thou⸺” but ah!—he answers not—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Good Heaven!—and does she go alone?</div>
+      <div class='line'>She now has reach’d that dismal spot,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Where, some hours since, his voice’s tone</div>
+      <div class='line'>Had come to soothe her fears and ills,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Sweet as the angel <span class='sc'>Israfil’s</span>,<a id='r293'></a><a href='#f293' class='c012'><sup>[293]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_258'>258</span>When every leaf on Eden’s tree</div>
+      <div class='line'>Is trembling to his minstrelsy—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Yet now—oh, now, he is not nigh.—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“<span class='sc'>Hafed</span>! my <span class='sc'>Hafed</span>!—if it be</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Thy will, thy doom this night to die,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Let me but stay to die with thee,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And I will bless thy lovèd name,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Till the last life-breath leave this frame.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Oh! let our lips, our cheeks be laid</div>
+      <div class='line'>“But near each other while they fade;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Let us but mix our parting breaths,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And I can die ten thousand deaths!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“You too, who hurry me away</div>
+      <div class='line'>“So cruelly, one moment stay—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Oh! stay—one moment is not much—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“He yet may come—for <em>him</em> I pray—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“<span class='sc'>Hafed</span>! dear <span class='sc'>Hafed</span>!—” all the way</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>In wild lamentings, that would touch</div>
+      <div class='line'>A heart of stone, she shriek’d his name</div>
+      <div class='line'>To the dark woods—no <span class='sc'>Hafed</span> came:—</div>
+      <div class='line'>No—hapless pair—you’ve look’d your last:—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Your hearts should both have broken then:</div>
+      <div class='line'>The dream is o’er—your doom is cast—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>You’ll never meet on earth again!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_259'>259</span>Alas for him, who hears her cries!</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Still half-way down the steep he stands,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Watching with fix’d and feverish eyes</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>The glimmer of those burning brands,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That down the rocks, with mournful ray,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Light all he loves on earth away!</div>
+      <div class='line'>Hopeless as they who, far at sea,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>By the cold moon have just consign’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>The corse of one, lov’d tenderly,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>To the bleak flood they leave behind;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And on the deck still lingering stay,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And long look back, with sad delay,</div>
+      <div class='line'>To watch the moonlight on the wave,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That ripples o’er that cheerless grave.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>But see—he starts—what heard he then?</div>
+      <div class='line'>That dreadful shout!—across the glen</div>
+      <div class='line'>From the land-side it comes, and loud</div>
+      <div class='line'>Rings through the chasm; as if the crowd</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of fearful things, that haunt that dell,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Its Gholes and Dives and shapes of hell,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Had all in one dread howl broke out,</div>
+      <div class='line'>So loud, so terrible that shout!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“They come—the Moslems come!” he cries,</div>
+      <div class='line'>His proud soul mounting to his eyes,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Now, Spirits of the Brave, who roam</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_260'>260</span>“Enfranchis’d through yon starry dome,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Rejoice—for souls of kindred fire</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Are on the wing to join your choir!”</div>
+      <div class='line'>He said—and, light as bridegrooms bound</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>To their young loves, reclimb’d the steep</div>
+      <div class='line'>And gain’d the Shrine—his Chiefs stood round—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Their swords, as with instinctive leap,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Together, at that cry accurst,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Had from their sheaths, like sunbeams, burst.</div>
+      <div class='line'>And hark!—again—again it rings;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Near and more near its echoings</div>
+      <div class='line'>Peal through the chasm—oh! who that then</div>
+      <div class='line'>Had seen those listening warrior-men,</div>
+      <div class='line'>With their swords grasp’d, their eyes of flame</div>
+      <div class='line'>Turn’d on their Chief—could doubt the shame,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The’ indignant shame with which they thrill</div>
+      <div class='line'>To hear those shouts and yet stand still?</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>He read their thoughts—they were his own—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“What! while our arms can wield these blades,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Shall we die tamely? die alone?</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Without one victim to our shades,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“One Moslem heart, where, buried deep,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“The sabre from its toil may sleep?</div>
+      <div class='line'>“No—God of <span class='sc'>Iran’s</span> burning skies!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Thou scorn’st the’ inglorious sacrifice.</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_261'>261</span>“No—though of all earth’s hope bereft,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Life, swords, and vengeance still are left.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“We’ll make yon valley’s reeking caves</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Live in the awe-struck minds of men,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Till tyrants shudder, when their slaves</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Tell of the Ghebers’ bloody glen.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Follow, brave hearts!—this pile remains</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Our refuge still from life and chains;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“But his the best, the holiest bed,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Who sinks entomb’d in Moslem dead!”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Down the precipitous rocks they sprung,</div>
+      <div class='line'>While vigour, more than human, strung</div>
+      <div class='line'>Each arm and heart.—The’ exulting foe</div>
+      <div class='line'>Still through the dark defiles below,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Track’d by his torches’ lurid fire,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Wound slow, as through <span class='sc'>Golconda’s</span> vale<a id='r294'></a><a href='#f294' class='c012'><sup>[294]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>The mighty serpent, in his ire,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Glides on with glittering, deadly trail.</div>
+      <div class='line'>No torch the Ghebers need—so well</div>
+      <div class='line'>They know each mystery of the dell,</div>
+      <div class='line'>So oft have, in their wanderings,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Cross’d the wild race that round them dwell,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>The very tigers from their delves</div>
+      <div class='line'>Look out, and let them pass, as things</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Untam’d and fearless like themselves!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_262'>262</span>There was a deep ravine, that lay</div>
+      <div class='line'>Yet darkling in the Moslem’s way;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Fit spot to make invaders rue</div>
+      <div class='line'>The many fallen before the few.</div>
+      <div class='line'>The torrents from that morning’s sky</div>
+      <div class='line'>Had fill’d the narrow chasm breast high,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And, on each side, aloft and wild,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Huge cliffs and toppling crags were pil’d,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>The guards with which young Freedom lines</div>
+      <div class='line'>The pathways to her mountain-shrines.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Here, at this pass, the scanty band</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of <span class='sc'>Iran’s</span> last avengers stand;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Here wait, in silence like the dead,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And listen for the Moslem’s tread</div>
+      <div class='line'>So anxiously, the carrion-bird</div>
+      <div class='line'>Above them flaps his wing unheard!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>They come—that plunge into the water</div>
+      <div class='line'>Gives signal for the work of slaughter.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Now, Ghebers, now—if e’er your blades</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Had point or prowess, prove them now—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Woe to the file that foremost wades!</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>They come—a falchion greets each brow,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And, as they tumble, trunk on trunk,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Beneath the gory waters sunk,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Still o’er their drowning bodies press</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_263'>263</span>New victims quick and numberless;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Till scarce an arm in <span class='sc'>Hafed’s</span> band,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>So fierce their toil, hath power to stir,</div>
+      <div class='line'>But listless from each crimson hand</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>The sword hangs, clogg’d with massacre.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Never was horde of tyrants met</div>
+      <div class='line'>With bloodier welcome—never yet</div>
+      <div class='line'>To patriot vengeance hath the sword</div>
+      <div class='line'>More terrible libations pour’d!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div id='i-263'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i-263.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-l c022'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>All up the dreary, long ravine,</div>
+      <div class='line'>By the red, murky glimmer seen</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_264'>264</span>Of half-quench’d brands that o’er the flood</div>
+      <div class='line'>Lie scatter’d round and burn in blood,</div>
+      <div class='line'>What ruin glares! what carnage swims!</div>
+      <div class='line'>Heads, blazing turbans, quivering limbs,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Lost swords that, dropp’d from many a hand,</div>
+      <div class='line'>In that thick pool of slaughter stand;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Wretches who wading, half on fire</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>From the toss’d brands that round them fly,</div>
+      <div class='line'>’Twixt flood and flame in shrieks expire;—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And some who, grasp’d by those that die,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Sink woundless with them, smother’d o’er</div>
+      <div class='line'>In their dead brethren’s gushing gore!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>But vainly hundreds, thousands bleed,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Still hundreds, thousands more succeed;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Countless as tow’rds some flame at night</div>
+      <div class='line'>The North’s dark insects wing their flight,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And quench or perish in its light,</div>
+      <div class='line'>To this terrific spot they pour—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Till, bridg’d with Moslem bodies o’er,</div>
+      <div class='line'>It bears aloft their slippery tread,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And o’er the dying and the dead,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Tremendous causeway! on they pass.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Then, hapless Ghebers, then, alas,</div>
+      <div class='line'>What hope was left for you? for you,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Whose yet warm pile of sacrifice</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_265'>265</span>Is smoking in their vengeful eyes?—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Whose swords how keen, how fierce they knew,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And burn with shame to find how few?</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Crush’d down by that vast multitude,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Some found their graves where first they stood;</div>
+      <div class='line'>While some with hardier struggle died,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And still fought on by <span class='sc'>Hafed’s</span> side,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Who, fronting to the foe, trod back</div>
+      <div class='line'>Tow’rds the high towers his gory track;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And, as a lion swept away</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>By sudden swell of <span class='sc'>Jordan’s</span> pride</div>
+      <div class='line'>From the wild covert where he lay,<a id='r295'></a><a href='#f295' class='c012'><sup>[295]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Long battles with the o’erwhelming tide,</div>
+      <div class='line'>So fought he back with fierce delay,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And kept both foes and fate at bay.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>But whither now? their track is lost,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Their prey escap’d—guide, torches gone—</div>
+      <div class='line'>By torrent-beds and labyrinths crost,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>The scatter’d crowd rush blindly on—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Curse on those tardy lights that wind,”</div>
+      <div class='line'>They panting cry, “so far behind;</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Oh for a bloodhound’s precious scent,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“To track the way the Gheber went!”</div>
+      <div class='line'>Vain wish—confusedly along</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_266'>266</span>They rush, more desperate as more wrong:</div>
+      <div class='line'>Till, wilder’d by the far-off lights,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Yet glittering up those gloomy heights,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Their footing, maz’d and lost, they miss,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And down the darkling precipice</div>
+      <div class='line'>Are dash’d into the deep abyss;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Or midway hang, impal’d on rocks,</div>
+      <div class='line'>A banquet, yet alive, for flocks</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of ravening vultures,—while the dell</div>
+      <div class='line'>Re-echoes with each horrible yell.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Those sounds—the last to vengeance dear,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That e’er shall ring in <span class='sc'>Hafed’s</span> ear,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Now reached him, as aloft, alone,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Upon the steep way breathless thrown,</div>
+      <div class='line'>He lay beside his reeking blade,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Resign’d, as if life’s task were o’er,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Its last blood-offering amply paid,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And <span class='sc'>Iran’s</span> self could claim no more.</div>
+      <div class='line'>One only thought, one lingering beam</div>
+      <div class='line'>Now broke across his dizzy dream</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of pain and weariness—’twas she,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>His heart’s pure planet, shining yet</div>
+      <div class='line'>Above the waste of memory,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>When all life’s other lights were set.</div>
+      <div class='line'>And never to his mind before</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_267'>267</span>Her image such enchantment wore.</div>
+      <div class='line'>It seem’d as if each thought that stain’d,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Each fear that chill’d their loves was past,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And not one cloud of earth remain’d</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Between him and her radiance cast;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>As if to charms, before so bright,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>New grace from other worlds was given,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And his soul saw her by the light</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Now breaking o’er itself from heaven!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>A voice spoke near him—’twas the tone</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of a lov’d friend, the only one</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of all his warriors, left with life</div>
+      <div class='line'>From that short night’s tremendous strife.—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And must we then, my Chief, die here?</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Foes round us, and the Shrine so near!”</div>
+      <div class='line'>These words have rous’d the last remains</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Of life within him—“what! not yet</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Beyond the reach of Moslem chains!”</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>The thought could make e’en Death forget</div>
+      <div class='line'>His icy bondage—with a bound</div>
+      <div class='line'>He springs, all bleeding, from the ground,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And grasps his comrade’s arm, now grown</div>
+      <div class='line'>E’en feebler, heavier than his own,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And up the painful pathway leads,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Death gaining on each step he treads.</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_268'>268</span>Speed them, thou God, who heard’st their vow!</div>
+      <div class='line'>They mount—they bleed—oh, save them now!—</div>
+      <div class='line'>The crags are red they’ve clamber’d o’er,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The rock-weeds dripping with their gore;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thy blade too, <span class='sc'>Hafed</span>, false at length,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Now breaks beneath thy tottering strength!</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Haste, haste—the voices of the Foe</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Come near and nearer from below—</div>
+      <div class='line'>One effort more—thank Heaven! ’tis past,</div>
+      <div class='line'>They’ve gain’d the topmost steep at last.</div>
+      <div class='line'>And now they touch the temple’s walls,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Now <span class='sc'>Hafed</span> sees the Fire divine—</div>
+      <div class='line'>When, lo!—his weak, worn comrade falls</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Dead on the threshold of the Shrine.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Alas, brave soul, too quickly fled!</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“And must I leave thee withering here,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“The sport of every ruffian’s tread,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“The mark for every coward’s spear?</div>
+      <div class='line'>“No, by yon altar’s sacred beams!”</div>
+      <div class='line'>He cries, and, with a strength that seems</div>
+      <div class='line'>Not of this world, uplifts the frame</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of the fallen Chief, and tow’rds the flame</div>
+      <div class='line'>Bears him along;—with death-damp hand</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>The corpse upon the pyre he lays,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Then lights the consecrated brand,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And fires the pile, whose sudden blaze</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_269'>269</span>Like lightning bursts o’er <span class='sc'>Oman’s</span> Sea.—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Now, Freedom’s God! I come to Thee,”</div>
+      <div class='line'>The youth exclaims, and with a smile</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of triumph vaulting on the pile</div>
+      <div class='line'>In that last effort, ere the fires</div>
+      <div class='line'>Have harm’d one glorious limb, expires!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div id='i-269'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_270'>270</span>
+<img src='images/i-269.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-l c022'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>What shriek was that on <span class='sc'>Oman’s</span> tide?</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>It came from yonder drifting bark,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That just hath caught upon her side</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>The death-light—and again is dark.</div>
+      <div class='line'>It is the boat—ah, why delay’d?—</div>
+      <div class='line'>That bears the wretched Moslem maid;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Confided to the watchful care</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Of a small veteran band, with whom</div>
+      <div class='line'>Their generous Chieftain would not share</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>The secret of his final doom,</div>
+      <div class='line'>But hop’d when <span class='sc'>Hinda</span>, safe and free,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Was render’d to her father’s eyes,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Their pardon, full and prompt, would be</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>The ransom of so dear a prize.—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Unconscious, thus, of <span class='sc'>Hafed’s</span> fate,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And proud to guard their beauteous freight,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Scarce had they clear’d the surfy waves</div>
+      <div class='line'>That foam around those frightful caves,</div>
+      <div class='line'>When the curst war-whoops, known so well,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Came echoing from the distant dell—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Sudden each oar, upheld and still,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Hung dripping o’er the vessel’s side,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And, driving at the current’s will,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>They rock’d along the whispering tide;</div>
+      <div class='line'>While every eye, in mute dismay,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Was tow’rd that fatal mountain turn’d,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_271'>271</span>Where the dim altar’s quivering ray</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>As yet all lone and tranquil burn’d.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Oh! ’tis not, <span class='sc'>Hinda</span>, in the power</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Of Fancy’s most terrific touch</div>
+      <div class='line'>To paint thy pangs in that dread hour—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Thy silent agony—’twas such</div>
+      <div class='line'>As those who feel could paint too well,</div>
+      <div class='line'>But none e’er felt and lived to tell!</div>
+      <div class='line'>’Twas not alone the dreary state</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of a lorn spirit crush’d by fate,</div>
+      <div class='line'>When, though no more remains to dread,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>The panic chill will not depart;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>When, though the inmate Hope be dead,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Her ghost still haunts the mouldering heart.</div>
+      <div class='line'>No—pleasures, hopes, affections gone,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The wretch may bear, and yet live on,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like things, within the cold rock found</div>
+      <div class='line'>Alive, when all’s congeal’d around.</div>
+      <div class='line'>But there’s a blank repose in this,</div>
+      <div class='line'>A calm stagnation, that were bliss</div>
+      <div class='line'>To the keen, burning, harrowing pain,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Now felt through all thy breast and brain;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>That spasm of terror, mute, intense,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That breathless, agonis’d suspense,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_272'>272</span>From whose hot throb, whose deadly aching,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The heart hath no relief but breaking!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Calm is the wave—heaven’s brilliant lights</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Reflected dance beneath the prow;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Time was when, on such lovely nights,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>She who is there, so desolate now,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Could sit all cheerful, though alone,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And ask no happier joy than seeing</div>
+      <div class='line'>That starlight o’er the waters thrown—</div>
+      <div class='line'>No joy but that, to make her blest,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And the fresh, buoyant sense of Being,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Which bounds in youth’s yet careless breast,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Itself a star, not borrowing light,</div>
+      <div class='line'>But in its own glad essence bright.</div>
+      <div class='line'>How different now!—but, hark, again</div>
+      <div class='line'>The yell of havoc rings—brave men!</div>
+      <div class='line'>In vain, with beating hearts, ye stand</div>
+      <div class='line'>On the bark’s edge—in vain each hand</div>
+      <div class='line'>Half draws the falchion from its sheath;</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>All’s o’er—in rust your blades may lie:—</div>
+      <div class='line'>He, at whose word they’ve scatter’d death,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>E’en now, this night, himself must die!</div>
+      <div class='line'>Well may ye look to yon dim tower,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And ask, and wondering guess what means</div>
+      <div class='line'>The battle-cry at this dead hour—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'><span class='pageno' id='Page_273'>273</span>Ah! she could tell you—she, who leans</div>
+      <div class='line'>Unheeded there, pale, sunk, aghast,</div>
+      <div class='line'>With brow against the dew-cold mast;—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Too well she knows—her more than life,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Her soul’s first idol and its last,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Lies bleeding in that murderous strife.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>But see—what moves upon the height?</div>
+      <div class='line'>Some signal!—’tis a torch’s light.</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>What bodes its solitary glare?</div>
+      <div class='line'>In gasping silence tow’rd the Shrine</div>
+      <div class='line'>All eyes are turn’d—thine, <span class='sc'>Hinda</span>, thine</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Fix their last fading life-beams there.</div>
+      <div class='line'>’Twas but a moment—fierce and high</div>
+      <div class='line'>The death-pile blaz’d into the sky,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And far away, o’er rock and flood</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Its melancholy radiance sent;</div>
+      <div class='line'>While <span class='sc'>Hafed</span>, like a vision, stood</div>
+      <div class='line'>Reveal’d before the burning pyre,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Tall, shadowy, like a Spirit of Fire</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Shrin’d in its own grand element!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“’Tis he!”—the shuddering maid exclaims,—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>But, while she speaks, he’s seen no more;</div>
+      <div class='line'>High burst in air the funeral flames,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And <span class='sc'>Iran’s</span> hopes and hers are o’er!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_274'>274</span>One wild, heart-broken shriek she gave;</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Then sprung, as if to reach that blaze,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Where still she fix’d her dying gaze,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>And, gazing, sunk into the wave,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Deep, deep,—where never care or pain</div>
+      <div class='line'>Shall reach her innocent heart again!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div id='i-274'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i-274.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-l c022'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_275'>275</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class='c023'>
+<div class='lg-container-l c024'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Farewell—farewell to thee, <span class='sc'>Araby’s</span> daughter!</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>(Thus warbled a <span class='sc'>Peri</span> beneath the dark sea,)</div>
+      <div class='line'>No pearl ever lay, under <span class='sc'>Oman’s</span> green water,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>More pure in its shell than thy Spirit in thee.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Oh! fair as the sea-flower close to thee growing,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>How light was thy heart till Love’s witchery came,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like the wind of the south<a id='r296'></a><a href='#f296' class='c012'><sup>[296]</sup></a> o’er a summer lute blowing,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And hush’d all its music, and withered its frame!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>But long, upon <span class='sc'>Araby’s</span> green sunny highlands,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Shall maids and their lovers remember the doom</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of her, who lies sleeping among the Pearl Islands,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>With nought but the sea-star<a id='r297'></a><a href='#f297' class='c012'><sup>[297]</sup></a> to light up her tomb.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>And still, when the merry date-season is burning,<a id='r298'></a><a href='#f298' class='c012'><sup>[298]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And calls to the palm-groves the young and the old,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The happiest there, from their pastime returning</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>At sunset, will weep when thy story is told.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_276'>276</span>The young village-maid, when with flowers she dresses</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Her dark flowing hair for some festival day,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Will think of thy fate till, neglecting her tresses,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>She mournfully turns from the mirror away.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Nor shall <span class='sc'>Iran</span>, belov’d of her Hero! forget thee—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Though tyrants watch over her tears as they start,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Close, close by the side of that Hero she’ll set thee,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Embalm’d in the innermost shrine of her heart.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Farewell—be it ours to embellish thy pillow</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>With every thing beauteous that grows in the deep;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Each flower of the rock and each gem of the billow</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Shall sweeten thy bed and illumine thy sleep.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Around thee shall glisten the loveliest amber</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>That ever the sorrowing sea-bird has wept;<a id='r299'></a><a href='#f299' class='c012'><sup>[299]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>With many a shell, in whose hollow-wreath’d chamber</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>We, Peris of Ocean, by moonlight have slept.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>We’ll dive where the gardens of coral lie darkling,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And plant all the rosiest stems at thy head;</div>
+      <div class='line'>We’ll seek where the sands of the Caspian<a id='r300'></a><a href='#f300' class='c012'><sup>[300]</sup></a> are sparkling,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And gather their gold to strew over thy bed.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_277'>277</span>Farewell—farewell—until Pity’s sweet fountain</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Is lost in the hearts of the fair and the brave,</div>
+      <div class='line'>They’ll weep for the Chieftain who died on that mountain,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>They’ll weep for the Maiden who sleeps in this wave.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class='c023'>
+<div class='lg-container-l c025'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'></div>
+      <div class='line'></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div id='i-277'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i-277.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+</div>
+
+<div class='pbb'>
+ <hr class='pb c001'>
+</div>
+<p class='c018'><span class='pageno' id='Page_278'>278</span>The singular placidity with which <span class='sc'>Fadladeen</span> had listened,
+during the latter part of this obnoxious story,
+surprised the Princess and <span class='sc'>Feramorz</span> 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
+organising, 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<a id='r301'></a><a href='#f301' class='c012'><sup>[301]</sup></a> 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 <span class='sc'>Feramorz</span>, and a place to
+<span class='sc'>Fadladeen</span>,) 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.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'><span class='pageno' id='Page_279'>279</span>Having decided upon the Poet’s chastisement in this
+manner, he thought it but humanity to spare him the
+minor tortures of criticism. Accordingly, when they assembled
+the following evening in the pavilion, and <span class='sc'>Lalla
+Rookh</span> was expecting to see all the beauties of her bard
+melt away, one by one, in the acidity of criticism, like
+pearls in the cup of the Egyptian queen,—he agreeably
+disappointed her, by merely saying, with an ironical smile,
+that the merits of such a poem deserved to be tried at a
+much higher tribunal; and then suddenly passed off into
+a panegyric upon all Mussulman sovereigns, more particularly
+his august and Imperial master, Aurungzebe,—the
+wisest and best of the descendants of Timur,—who, among
+other great things he had done for mankind, had given to
+him, <span class='sc'>Fadladeen</span>, the very profitable posts of Betel-carrier,
+and Taster of Sherbets to the Emperor, Chief Holder of
+the Girdle of Beautiful Forms,<a id='r302'></a><a href='#f302' class='c012'><sup>[302]</sup></a> and Grand Nazir, or
+Chamberlain of the Haram.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>They were now not far from that Forbidden River,<a id='r303'></a><a href='#f303' class='c012'><sup>[303]</sup></a>
+beyond which no pure Hindoo can pass; and were reposing
+for a time in the rich valley of Hussun Abdaul,
+which had always been a favourite resting-place of the
+Emperors in their annual migrations to Cashmere. Here
+often had the Light of the Faith, Jehan-Guire, been known
+to wander with his beloved and beautiful Nourmahal: and
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_280'>280</span>here would <span class='sc'>Lalla Rookh</span> have been happy to remain for
+ever, giving up the throne of Bucharia and the world, for
+<span class='sc'>Feramorz</span> and love in this sweet, lonely valley. But the
+time was now fast approaching when she must see him
+no longer,—or, what was still worse, behold him with eyes
+whose every look belonged to another; and there was a
+melancholy preciousness in these last moments, which
+made her heart cling to them as it would to life. During
+the latter paid of the journey, indeed, she had sunk into
+a deep sadness, from which nothing but the presence of
+the young minstrel could awake her. Like those lamps
+in tombs, which only light up when the air is admitted,
+it was only at his approach that her eyes became smiling
+and animated. But here, in this dear valley, every moment
+appeared an age of pleasure; she saw him all day,
+and was, therefore, all day happy,—resembling, she often
+thought, that people of Zinge, who attribute the unfading
+cheerfulness they enjoy to one genial star that rises nightly
+over their heads.<a id='r304'></a><a href='#f304' class='c012'><sup>[304]</sup></a></p>
+
+<p class='c011'>The whole party, indeed, seemed in their liveliest mood
+during the few days they passed in this delightful solitude.
+The young attendants of the Princess, who were here allowed
+a much freer range than they could safely be indulged
+with in a less sequestered place, ran wild among
+the gardens and bounded through the meadows, lightly
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_281'>281</span>as young roes over the aromatic plains of Tibet. While
+<span class='sc'>Fadladeen</span>, in addition to the spiritual comfort derived
+by him from a pilgrimage to the tomb of the Saint from
+whom the valley is named, had also opportunities of
+indulging, in a small way, his taste for victims, by
+putting to death some hundreds of those unfortunate little
+lizards,<a id='r305'></a><a href='#f305' class='c012'><sup>[305]</sup></a> which all pious Mussulmans make it a point
+to kill;—taking for granted, that the manner in which
+the creature hangs its head is meant as a mimicry of the
+attitude in which the Faithful say their prayers.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>About two miles from Hussun Abdaul were those
+Royal Gardens,<a id='r306'></a><a href='#f306' class='c012'><sup>[306]</sup></a> which had grown beautiful under the
+care of so many lovely eyes, and were beautiful still,
+though those eyes could see them no longer. This place,
+with its flowers, and its holy silence, interrupted only by
+the dipping of the wings of birds in its marble basins
+filled with the pure water of those hills, was to <span class='sc'>Lalla
+Rookh</span> all that her heart could fancy of fragrance, coolness,
+and almost heavenly tranquillity. As the Prophet
+said of Damascus, “it was too delicious;”<a id='r307'></a><a href='#f307' class='c012'><sup>[307]</sup></a>—and here,
+in listening to the sweet voice of <span class='sc'>Feramorz</span>, or reading
+in his eyes what yet he never dared to tell her, the most
+exquisite moments of her whole life were passed. One
+evening, when they had been talking of the Sultana
+Nourmahal, the Light of the Haram,<a id='r308'></a><a href='#f308' class='c012'><sup>[308]</sup></a> who had so often
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_282'>282</span>wandered among these flowers, and fed with her own
+hands, in those marble basins, the small shining fishes of
+which she was so fond,<a id='r309'></a><a href='#f309' class='c012'><sup>[309]</sup></a>—the youth, in order to delay
+the moment of separation, proposed to recite a short story,
+or rather rhapsody, of which this adored Sultana was the
+heroine. It related, he said, to the reconcilement of a
+sort of lovers’ quarrel which took place between her and
+the Emperor during a Feast of Roses at Cashmere; and
+would remind the Princess of that difference between
+Haroun-al-Raschid and his fair mistress Marida,<a id='r310'></a><a href='#f310' class='c012'><sup>[310]</sup></a> which
+was so happily made up by the soft strains of the musician,
+Moussali. As the story was chiefly to be told in song,
+and <span class='sc'>Feramorz</span> had unluckily forgotten his own lute in the
+valley, he borrowed the vina of <span class='sc'>Lalla Rookh’s</span> little
+Persian slave, and thus began:—</p>
+
+<div class='pbb'>
+ <hr class='pb c001'>
+</div>
+<div class='chapter'>
+
+<div id='lalla-rookh-the-light-of-the-haram'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/lalla-rookh-the-light-of-the-haram.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<h3 class='c020'>The Light of the Haram</h3>
+
+<div class='pbb'>
+ <hr class='pb c001'>
+</div>
+<div id='i-285'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_285'>285</span>
+<img src='images/i-285.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-l c021'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Who has not heard of the vale of <span class='sc'>Cashmere</span>,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>With its roses the brightest that earth ever gave,<a id='r311'></a><a href='#f311' class='c012'><sup>[311]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>Its temples, and grottos, and fountains as clear</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>As the love-lighted eyes that hang over their wave?</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_286'>286</span>Oh! to see it at sunset,—when warm o’er the Lake</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Its splendour at parting a summer eve throws,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like a bride, full of blushes, when lingering to take</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>A last look of her mirror at night ere she goes!—</div>
+      <div class='line'>When the shrines through the foliage are gleaming half shown,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And each hallows the hour by some rites of its own.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Here the music of pray’r from a minaret swells,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Here the Magian his urn, full of perfume, is swinging,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And here, at the altar, a zone of sweet bells</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Round the waist of some fair Indian dancer is ringing.<a id='r312'></a><a href='#f312' class='c012'><sup>[312]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>Or to see it by moonlight,—when mellowly shines</div>
+      <div class='line'>The light o’er its palaces, gardens, and shrines;</div>
+      <div class='line'>When the water-falls gleam, like a quick fall of stars,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the nightingale’s hymn from the Isle of Chenars</div>
+      <div class='line'>Is broken by laughs and light echoes of feet</div>
+      <div class='line'>From the cool, shining walks where the young people meet.—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Or at morn, when the magic of daylight awakes</div>
+      <div class='line'>A new wonder each minute, as slowly it breaks,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Hills, cupolas, fountains, call’d forth every one</div>
+      <div class='line'>Out of darkness, as if but just born of the Sun.</div>
+      <div class='line'>When the Spirit of Fragrance is up with the day,</div>
+      <div class='line'>From his Haram of night-flowers stealing away;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the wind, full of wantonness, woos like a lover</div>
+      <div class='line'>The young aspen-trees,<a id='r313'></a><a href='#f313' class='c012'><sup>[313]</sup></a> till they tremble all over.</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_287'>287</span>When the East is as warm as the light of first hopes,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And Day, with his banner of radiance unfurl’d,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Shines in through the mountainous portal<a id='r314'></a><a href='#f314' class='c012'><sup>[314]</sup></a> that opes,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Sublime, from that Valley of bliss to the world!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in6'>But never yet, by night or day,</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>In dew of spring or summer’s ray,</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>Did the sweet Valley shine so gay</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>As now it shines—all love and light,</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>Visions by day and feasts by night!</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>A happier smile illumes each brow,</div>
+      <div class='line in8'>With quicker spread each heart uncloses,</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>And all is ecstasy—for now</div>
+      <div class='line in8'>The Valley holds its Feast of Roses;<a id='r315'></a><a href='#f315' class='c012'><sup>[315]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line in6'>The joyous Time, when pleasures pour</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>Profusely round, and, in their shower,</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>Hearts open, like the Season’s Rose,—</div>
+      <div class='line in8'>The Flow’ret of a hundred leaves,<a id='r316'></a><a href='#f316' class='c012'><sup>[316]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line in6'>Expanding while the dew-fall flows,</div>
+      <div class='line in8'>And every leaf its balm receives.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in6'>’Twas when the hour of evening came</div>
+      <div class='line in8'>Upon the Lake, serene and cool,</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>When Day had hid his sultry flame</div>
+      <div class='line in8'>Behind the palms of <span class='sc'>Baramoule</span>,<a id='r317'></a><a href='#f317' class='c012'><sup>[317]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line in6'>When maids began to lift their heads,</div>
+      <div class='line in6'><span class='pageno' id='Page_288'>288</span>Refresh’d from their embroider’d beds,</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>Where they had slept the sun away,</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>And wak’d to moonlight and to play.</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>All were abroad—the busiest hive</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>On <span class='sc'>Bela’s</span><a id='r318'></a><a href='#f318' class='c012'><sup>[318]</sup></a> hills is less alive,</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>When saffron-beds are full in flower,</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>Than look’d the Valley in that hour.</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>A thousand restless torches play’d</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>Through every grove and island shade;</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>A thousand sparkling lamps were set</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>On every dome and minaret;</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>And fields and pathways, far and near,</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>Were lighted by a blaze so clear,</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>That you could see, in wandering round,</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>The smallest rose-leaf on the ground.</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>Yet did the maids and matrons leave</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>Their veils at home, that brilliant eve;</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>And there were glancing eyes about,</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>And cheeks, that would not dare shine out</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>In open day, but thought they might</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>Look lovely then, because ’twas night.</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>And all were free, and wandering,</div>
+      <div class='line in8'>And all exclaim’d to all they met,</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>That never did the summer bring</div>
+      <div class='line in8'>So gay a Feast of Roses yet;—</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>The moon had never shed a light</div>
+      <div class='line in8'><span class='pageno' id='Page_289'>289</span>So clear as that which bless’d them there;</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>The roses ne’er shone half so bright,</div>
+      <div class='line in8'>Nor they themselves look’d half so fair.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in6'>And what a wilderness of flowers!</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>It seem’d as though from all the bowers</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>And fairest fields of all the year,</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>The mingled spoil were scatter’d here.</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>The Lake, too, like a garden breathes,</div>
+      <div class='line in8'>With the rich buds that o’er it lie,—</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>As if a shower of fairy wreaths</div>
+      <div class='line in8'>Had fall’n upon it from the sky!</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>And then the sounds of joy,—the beat</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>Of tabors and of dancing feet;—</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>The minaret-crier’s chaunt of glee</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>Sung from his lighted gallery,<a id='r319'></a><a href='#f319' class='c012'><sup>[319]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line in6'>And answered by a ziraleet</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>From neighbouring Haram, wild and sweet;—</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>The merry laughter, echoing</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>From gardens, where the silken swing<a id='r320'></a><a href='#f320' class='c012'><sup>[320]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line in6'>Wafts some delighted girl above</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>The top leaves of the orange grove;</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>Or, from those infant groups at play</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>Among the tents<a id='r321'></a><a href='#f321' class='c012'><sup>[321]</sup></a> that line the way,</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>Flinging, unaw’d by slave or mother,</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>Handfuls of roses at each other.—</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_290'>290</span>Then, the sounds from the Lake, the low whispering in boats,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>As they shoot through the moonlight;—the dipping of oars.</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the wild, airy warbling that every where floats,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Through the groves, round the islands, as if all the shores,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like those of <span class='sc'>Kathay</span>, utter’d music, and gave</div>
+      <div class='line'>An answer in song to the kiss of each wave.<a id='r322'></a><a href='#f322' class='c012'><sup>[322]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>But the gentlest of all are those sounds, full of feeling,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That soft from the lute of some lover are stealing,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Some lover, who knows all the heart-touching power</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of a lute and a sigh in this magical hour.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Oh! best of delights as it every where is</div>
+      <div class='line'>To be near the lov’d <em>One</em>,—what a rapture is his</div>
+      <div class='line'>Who in moonlight and music thus sweetly may glide</div>
+      <div class='line'>O’er the Lake of <span class='sc'>Cashmere</span>, with that <em>One</em> by his side!</div>
+      <div class='line'>If woman can make the worst wilderness dear,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Think, think what a Heaven she must make of <span class='sc'>Cashmere</span>!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>So felt the magnificent Son of <span class='sc'>Acbar</span>,<a id='r323'></a><a href='#f323' class='c012'><sup>[323]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>When from power and pomp and the trophies of war</div>
+      <div class='line'>He flew to that Valley, forgetting them all</div>
+      <div class='line'>With the Light of the <span class='sc'>Haram</span>, his young <span class='sc'>Nourmahal</span>.</div>
+      <div class='line'>When free and uncrown’d as the Conqueror rov’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>By the banks of that Lake, with his only belov’d,</div>
+      <div class='line'>He saw, in the wreaths she would playfully snatch</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_291'>291</span>From the hedges, a glory his crown could not match,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And preferr’d in his heart the least ringlet that curl’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>Down her exquisite neck to the throne of the world.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div id='i-291'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i-291.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-l c022'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>There’s a beauty, for ever unchangingly bright,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like the long, sunny lapse of a summer-day’s light,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_292'>292</span>Shining on, shining on, by no shadow made tender,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Till Love falls asleep in its sameness of splendour.</div>
+      <div class='line'>This <em>was</em> not the beauty—oh, nothing like this,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That to young <span class='sc'>Nourmahal</span> gave such magic of bliss!</div>
+      <div class='line'>But that loveliness, ever in motion, which plays</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like the light upon autumn’s soft shadowy days,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Now here and now there, giving warmth as it flies</div>
+      <div class='line'>From the lip to the cheek, from the cheek to the eyes;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Now melting in mist and now breaking in gleams,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like the glimpses a saint hath of Heav’n in his dreams.</div>
+      <div class='line'>When pensive, it seem’d as if that very grace,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That charm of all others, was born with her face!</div>
+      <div class='line'>And when angry,—for ev’n in the tranquillest climes</div>
+      <div class='line'>Light breezes will ruffle the blossoms sometimes—</div>
+      <div class='line'>The short, passing anger but seem’d to awaken</div>
+      <div class='line'>New beauty, like flowers that are sweetest when shaken.</div>
+      <div class='line'>If tenderness touch’d her, the dark of her eye</div>
+      <div class='line'>At once took a darker, a heavenlier dye,</div>
+      <div class='line'>From the depth of whose shadow, like holy revealings</div>
+      <div class='line'>From innermost shrines, came the light of her feelings.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Then her mirth—oh! ’twas sportive as ever took wing</div>
+      <div class='line'>From the heart with a burst, like the wild-bird in spring;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Illum’d by a wit that would fascinate sages,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Yet playful as Peris just loos’d from their cages.<a id='r324'></a><a href='#f324' class='c012'><sup>[324]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>While her laugh, full of life, without any control</div>
+      <div class='line'>But the sweet one of gracefulness, rung from her soul;</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_293'>293</span>And where it most sparkled no glance could discover,</div>
+      <div class='line'>In lip, cheek, or eyes, for she brighten’d all over,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like any fair lake that the breeze is upon,</div>
+      <div class='line'>When it breaks into dimples and laughs in the sun.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Such, such were the peerless enchantments that gave</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Nourmahal</span> the proud Lord of the East for her slave:</div>
+      <div class='line'>And though bright was his Haram,—a living parterre</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of the flowers<a id='r325'></a><a href='#f325' class='c012'><sup>[325]</sup></a> of this planet—though treasures were there,</div>
+      <div class='line'>For which <span class='sc'>Soliman’s</span> self might have giv’n all the store</div>
+      <div class='line'>That the navy from <span class='sc'>Ophir</span> e’er wing’d to his shore,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Yet dim before <em>her</em> were the smiles of them all,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the Light of his Haram was young <span class='sc'>Nourmahal</span>!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c024'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>But where is she now, this night of joy,</div>
+      <div class='line'>When bliss is every heart’s employ?—</div>
+      <div class='line'>When all around her is so bright,</div>
+      <div class='line'>So like the visions of a trance,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That one might think, who came by chance</div>
+      <div class='line'>Into the vale this happy night,</div>
+      <div class='line'>He saw that City of Delight<a id='r326'></a><a href='#f326' class='c012'><sup>[326]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>In Fairy-land, whose streets and towers</div>
+      <div class='line'>Are made of gems and light and flowers!—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Where is the lov’d Sultana? where,</div>
+      <div class='line'>When mirth brings out the young and fair,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Does she, the fairest, hide her brow,</div>
+      <div class='line'>In melancholy stillness now?</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_294'>294</span>Alas!—how light a cause may move</div>
+      <div class='line'>Dissension between hearts that love!</div>
+      <div class='line'>Hearts that the world in vain had tried,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And sorrow but more closely tied;</div>
+      <div class='line'>That stood the storm, when waves were rough,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Yet in a sunny hour fall off,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like ships that have gone down at sea,</div>
+      <div class='line'>When heaven was all tranquillity!</div>
+      <div class='line'>A something, light as air—a look,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>A word unkind or wrongly taken—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Oh! love, that tempests never shook,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>A breath, a touch like this hath shaken.</div>
+      <div class='line'>And ruder words will soon rush in</div>
+      <div class='line'>To spread the breach that words begin;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And eyes forget the gentle ray</div>
+      <div class='line'>They wore in courtship’s smiling day;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And voices lose the tone that shed</div>
+      <div class='line'>A tenderness round all they said;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Till fast declining, one by one,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The sweetnesses of love are gone,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And hearts, so lately mingled, seem</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like broken clouds,—or like the stream,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That smiling left the mountain’s brow</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>As though its waters ne’er could sever,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Yet, ere it reach the plain below,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Breaks into floods, that part for ever.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div id='i-295'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_295'>295</span>
+<img src='images/i-295.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-l c028'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Oh, you, that have the charge of Love,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Keep him in rosy bondage bound,</div>
+      <div class='line'>As in the Fields of Bliss above</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>He sits, with flow’rets fetter’d round;<a id='r327'></a><a href='#f327' class='c012'><sup>[327]</sup></a>—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Loose not a tie that round him clings,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Nor ever let him use his wings;</div>
+      <div class='line'>For e’en an hour, a minute’s flight</div>
+      <div class='line'>Will rob the plumes of half their light.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like that celestial bird,—whose nest</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Is found beneath far Eastern skies,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Whose wings, though radiant when at rest,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Lose all their glory when he flies!<a id='r328'></a><a href='#f328' class='c012'><sup>[328]</sup></a></div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_296'>296</span>Some difference, of this dangerous kind,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>By which, though light, the links that bind</div>
+      <div class='line'>The fondest hearts may soon be riven;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Some shadow in Love’s summer heaven,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Which, though a fleecy speck at first,</div>
+      <div class='line'>May yet in awful thunder burst;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Such cloud it is that now hangs over</div>
+      <div class='line'>The heart of the Imperial Lover,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And far hath banish’d from his sight</div>
+      <div class='line'>His <span class='sc'>Nourmahal</span>, his Haram’s Light!</div>
+      <div class='line'>Hence is it, on this happy night,</div>
+      <div class='line'>When Pleasure through the fields and groves</div>
+      <div class='line'>Has let loose all her world of loves,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And every heart has found its own,</div>
+      <div class='line'>He wanders, joyless and alone,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And weary as that bird of Thrace,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Whose pinion knows no resting place.<a id='r329'></a><a href='#f329' class='c012'><sup>[329]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>In vain the loveliest cheeks and eyes</div>
+      <div class='line'>This Eden of the Earth supplies</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Come crowding round—the cheeks are pale,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The eyes are dim:—though rich the spot</div>
+      <div class='line'>With every flow’r this earth has got,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>What is it to the nightingale,</div>
+      <div class='line'>If there his darling rose is not?<a id='r330'></a><a href='#f330' class='c012'><sup>[330]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>In vain the Valley’s smiling throng</div>
+      <div class='line'>Worship him, as he moves along;</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_297'>297</span>He heeds them not—one smile of hers</div>
+      <div class='line'>Is worth a world of worshippers.</div>
+      <div class='line'>They but the Star’s adorers are,</div>
+      <div class='line'>She is the Heav’n that lights the Star!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div id='i-297'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i-297.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-l c028'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Hence is it, too, that <span class='sc'>Nourmahal</span>,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Amid the luxuries of this hour,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Far from the joyous festival,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Sits in her own sequester’d bower,</div>
+      <div class='line'>With no one near, to soothe or aid,</div>
+      <div class='line'>But that inspir’d and wondrous maid,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Namouna</span>, the Enchantress;—one,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_298'>298</span>O’er whom his race the golden sun</div>
+      <div class='line'>For unremember’d years has run,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Yet never saw her blooming brow</div>
+      <div class='line'>Younger or fairer than ’tis now.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Nay, rather,—as the west wind’s sigh</div>
+      <div class='line'>Freshens the flower it passes by,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Time’s wing but seem’d, in stealing o’er,</div>
+      <div class='line'>To leave her lovelier than before.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Yet on her smiles a sadness hung,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And when, as oft, she spoke or sung</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of other worlds, there came a light</div>
+      <div class='line'>From her dark eyes so strangely bright,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That all believ’d nor man nor earth</div>
+      <div class='line'>Were conscious of <span class='sc'>Namouna’s</span> birth!</div>
+      <div class='line'>All spells and talismans she knew,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>From the great Mantra,<a id='r331'></a><a href='#f331' class='c012'><sup>[331]</sup></a> which around</div>
+      <div class='line'>The Air’s sublimer Spirits drew,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>To the gold gems<a id='r332'></a><a href='#f332' class='c012'><sup>[332]</sup></a> of <span class='sc'>Afric</span>, bound</div>
+      <div class='line'>Upon the wandering Arab’s arm,</div>
+      <div class='line'>To keep him from the Siltim’s<a id='r333'></a><a href='#f333' class='c012'><sup>[333]</sup></a> harm.</div>
+      <div class='line'>And she had pledg’d her powerful art,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Pledg’d it with all the zeal and heart</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of one who knew, though high her sphere,</div>
+      <div class='line'>What ’twas to lose a love so dear,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>To find some spell that should recall</div>
+      <div class='line'>Her Selim’s<a id='r334'></a><a href='#f334' class='c012'><sup>[334]</sup></a> smile to <span class='sc'>Nourmahal</span>!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line in2'><span class='pageno' id='Page_299'>299</span>’Twas midnight—through the lattice, wreath’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>With woodbine, many a perfume breath’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>From plants that wake when others sleep,</div>
+      <div class='line'>From timid jasmine buds, that keep</div>
+      <div class='line'>Their odour to themselves all day,</div>
+      <div class='line'>But, when the sun-light dies away,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Let the delicious secret out</div>
+      <div class='line'>To every breeze that roams about;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>When thus <span class='sc'>Namouna</span>:—“’Tis the hour</div>
+      <div class='line'>“That scatters spells on herb and flower,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And garlands might be gather’d now,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“That, twin’d around the sleeper’s brow,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Would make him dream of such delights,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Such miracles and dazzling sights,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“As Genii of the Sun behold,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“At evening, from their tents of gold</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Upon the’ horizon—where they play</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Till twilight comes, and, ray by ray,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Their sunny mansions melt away.</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Now, too, a chaplet might be wreath’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Of buds o’er which the moon has breath’d,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Which worn by her, whose love has stray’d,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Might bring some Peri from the skies,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Some sprite, whose very soul is made</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Of flow’rets’ breaths and lovers’ sighs,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And who might tell⸺”</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_300'>300</span><span class="vanish">“And who might tell⸺”</span>“For me, for me,”</div>
+      <div class='line'>Cried <span class='sc'>Nourmahal</span> impatiently,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Oh! twine that wreath for me to-night.”</div>
+      <div class='line'>Then, rapidly, with foot as light</div>
+      <div class='line'>As the young musk-roe’s, out she flew,</div>
+      <div class='line'>To cull each shining leaf that grew</div>
+      <div class='line'>Beneath the moonlight’s hallowing beams,</div>
+      <div class='line'>For this enchanted Wreath of Dreams.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Anemones and Seas of Gold,<a id='r335'></a><a href='#f335' class='c012'><sup>[335]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And new-blown lilies of the river,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And those sweet flow’rets, that unfold</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Their buds on <span class='sc'>Camadeva’s</span> quiver;<a id='r336'></a><a href='#f336' class='c012'><sup>[336]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>The tube-rose, with her silvery light,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>That in the Gardens of Malay</div>
+      <div class='line'>Is call’d the Mistress of the Night,<a id='r337'></a><a href='#f337' class='c012'><sup>[337]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>So like a bride, scented and bright,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>She comes out when the sun’s away;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Amaranths, such as crown the maids</div>
+      <div class='line'>That wander through <span class='sc'>Zamara’s</span> shades;<a id='r338'></a><a href='#f338' class='c012'><sup>[338]</sup></a>—</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the white moon-flower, as it shows,</div>
+      <div class='line'>On <span class='sc'>Serendib’s</span> high crags, to those</div>
+      <div class='line'>Who near the isle at evening sail,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Scenting her clove-trees in the gale;</div>
+      <div class='line'>In short, all flow’rets and all plants,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>From the divine Amrita tree,<a id='r339'></a><a href='#f339' class='c012'><sup>[339]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>That blesses heaven’s inhabitants</div>
+      <div class='line in2'><span class='pageno' id='Page_301'>301</span>With fruits of immortality,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Down to the basil tuft,<a id='r340'></a><a href='#f340' class='c012'><sup>[340]</sup></a> that waves</div>
+      <div class='line'>Its fragrant blossom over graves,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And to the humble rosemary,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Whose sweets so thanklessly are shed</div>
+      <div class='line'>To scent the desert<a id='r341'></a><a href='#f341' class='c012'><sup>[341]</sup></a> and the dead:—</div>
+      <div class='line'>All in that garden bloom, and all</div>
+      <div class='line'>Are gather’d by young <span class='sc'>Nourmahal</span>,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Who heaps her baskets with the flowers</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And leaves, till they can hold no more;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Then to <span class='sc'>Namouna</span> flies, and showers</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Upon her lap the shining store.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div id='i-302'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i-302.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-l c028'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>With what delight the’ Enchantress views</div>
+      <div class='line'>So many buds, bath’d with the dews</div>
+      <div class='line'>And beams of that bless’d hour!—her glance</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Spoke something, past all mortal pleasures,</div>
+      <div class='line'>As, in a kind of holy trance,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>She hung above those fragrant treasures,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Bending to drink their balmy airs,</div>
+      <div class='line'>As if she mix’d her soul with theirs.</div>
+      <div class='line'>And ’twas, indeed, the perfume shed</div>
+      <div class='line'>From flow’rs and scented flame, that fed</div>
+      <div class='line'>Her charmèd life—for none had e’er</div>
+      <div class='line'>Beheld her taste of mortal fare,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Nor ever in aught earthly dip,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_302'>302</span>But the morn’s dew, her roseate lip.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Fill’d with the cool, inspiring smell,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The’ Enchantress now begins her spell,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thus singing as she winds and weaves</div>
+      <div class='line'>In mystic form the glittering leaves:—</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_303'>303</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class='c023'>
+<div class='lg-container-l c029'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>I know where the winged visions dwell</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>That around the night-bed play;</div>
+      <div class='line'>I know each herb and flow’ret’s bell,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Where they hide their wings by day.</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>Then hasten we, maid,</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>To twine our braid,</div>
+      <div class='line'>To-morrow the dreams and flowers will fade.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>The image of love, that nightly flies</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>To visit the bashful maid,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Steals from the jasmine flower, that sighs</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Its soul, like her, in the shade.</div>
+      <div class='line'>The dream of a future, happier hour,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>That alights on misery’s brow,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Springs out of the silvery almond-flower,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>That blooms on a leafless bough.<a id='r342'></a><a href='#f342' class='c012'><sup>[342]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line in6'>Then hasten we, maid,</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>To twine our braid,</div>
+      <div class='line'>To-morrow the dreams and flowers will fade.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>The visions, that oft to worldly eyes</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>The glitter of mines unfold,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Inhabit the mountain-herb,<a id='r343'></a><a href='#f343' class='c012'><sup>[343]</sup></a> that dyes</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>The tooth of the fawn like gold.</div>
+      <div class='line'>The phantom shapes—oh touch not them—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>That appal the murderer’s sight,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Lurk in the fleshly mandrake’s stem,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'><span class='pageno' id='Page_304'>304</span>That shrieks, when pluck’d at night!</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>Then hasten we, maid,</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>To twine our braid,</div>
+      <div class='line'>To-morrow the dreams and flowers will fade.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>The dream of the injur’d, patient mind,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>That smiles at the wrongs of men,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Is found in the bruis’d and wounded rind</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Of the cinnamon, sweetest then.</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>Then hasten we, maid,</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>To twine our braid,</div>
+      <div class='line'>To-morrow the dreams and flowers will fade.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class='c023'>
+<div class='lg-container-l c024'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='lg-container-l c025'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>No sooner was the flowery crown</div>
+      <div class='line'>Plac’d on her head, than sleep came down,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Gently as nights of summer fall,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Upon the lids of <span class='sc'>Nourmahal</span>;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>And, suddenly, a tuneful breeze,</div>
+      <div class='line'>As full of small, rich harmonies</div>
+      <div class='line'>As ever wind, that o’er the tents</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of <span class='sc'>Azab</span><a id='r344'></a><a href='#f344' class='c012'><sup>[344]</sup></a> blew, was full of scents,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Steals on her ear, and floats and swells.</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Like the first air of morning creeping</div>
+      <div class='line'>Into those wreathy, Red-Sea shells,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Where Love himself, of old, lay sleeping;<a id='r345'></a><a href='#f345' class='c012'><sup>[345]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>And now a Spirit form’d, ’twould seem,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'><span class='pageno' id='Page_305'>305</span>Of music and of light,—so fair,</div>
+      <div class='line'>So brilliantly his features beam,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And such a sound is in the air</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of sweetness when he waves his wings,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Hovers around her, and thus sings:—</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class='c023'>
+<div class='lg-container-l c024'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>From <span class='sc'>Chindara’s</span><a id='r346'></a><a href='#f346' class='c012'><sup>[346]</sup></a> warbling fount I come,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Call’d by that moonlight garland’s spell;</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_306'>306</span>From <span class='sc'>Chindara’s</span> fount, my fairy home,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Where in music, morn and night, I dwell:</div>
+      <div class='line'>Where lutes in the air are heard about,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And voices are singing the whole day long,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And every sigh the heart breathes out</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Is turn’d, as it leaves the lips, to song!</div>
+      <div class='line in8'>Hither I come</div>
+      <div class='line in8'>From my fairy home,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And if there’s a magic in Music’s strain,</div>
+      <div class='line in8'>I swear by the breath</div>
+      <div class='line in8'>Of that moonlight wreath,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Thy Lover shall sigh at thy feet again.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div id='i-305'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i-305.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-b c028'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>For mine is the lay that lightly floats,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And mine are the murmuring, dying notes,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That fall as soft as snow on the sea,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And melt in the heart as instantly:—</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the passionate strain that, deeply going,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Refines the bosom it trembles through,</div>
+      <div class='line'>As the musk-wind, over the water blowing,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Ruffles the wave, but sweetens it too.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Mine is the charm, whose mystic sway</div>
+      <div class='line'>The Spirits of past Delight obey;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Let but the tuneful talisman sound,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And they come, like Genii, hovering round.</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_307'>307</span>And mine is the gentle song that bears</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>From soul to soul, the wishes of love,</div>
+      <div class='line'>As a bird, that wafts through genial airs</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>The cinnamon-seed from grove to grove.<a id='r347'></a><a href='#f347' class='c012'><sup>[347]</sup></a></div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>’Tis I that mingle in one sweet measure</div>
+      <div class='line'>The past, the present, and future of pleasure;<a id='r348'></a><a href='#f348' class='c012'><sup>[348]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>When Memory links the tone that is gone</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>With the blissful tone that’s still in the ear;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And Hope from a heavenly note flies on</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>To a note more heavenly still that is near.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>The warrior’s heart, when touch’d by me,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Can as downy soft and as yielding be</div>
+      <div class='line'>As his own white plume, that high amid death</div>
+      <div class='line'>Through the field has shone—yet moves with a breath!</div>
+      <div class='line'>And oh, how the eyes of Beauty glisten,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>When Music has reach’d her inward soul,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like the silent stars, that wink and listen</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>While Heaven’s eternal melodies roll.</div>
+      <div class='line in8'>So, hither I come</div>
+      <div class='line in8'>From my fairy home,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And if there’s a magic in Music’s strain,</div>
+      <div class='line in8'>I swear by the breath</div>
+      <div class='line in8'>Of that moonlight wreath,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Thy Lover shall sigh at thy feet again.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class='c023'>
+<div class='lg-container-l c025'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'></div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_308'>308</span>’Tis dawn—at least that earlier dawn,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Whose glimpses are again withdrawn,<a id='r349'></a><a href='#f349' class='c012'><sup>[349]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>As if the morn had wak’d, and then</div>
+      <div class='line'>Shut close her lids of light again.</div>
+      <div class='line'>And <span class='sc'>Nourmahal</span> is up, and trying</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>The wonders of her lute, whose strings—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Oh, bliss!—now murmur like the sighing</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>From that ambrosial Spirit’s wings.</div>
+      <div class='line'>And then, her voice—’tis more than human—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Never, till now, had it been given</div>
+      <div class='line'>To lips of any mortal woman</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>To utter notes so fresh from heaven;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Sweet as the breath of angel sighs,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>When angel sighs are most divine.—</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Oh! let it last till night,” she cries,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“And he is more than ever mine.”</div>
+      <div class='line'>And hourly she renews the lay,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>So fearful lest its heavenly sweetness</div>
+      <div class='line'>Should, ere the evening, fade away,—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>For things so heavenly have such fleetness!</div>
+      <div class='line'>But, far from fading, it but grows</div>
+      <div class='line'>Richer, diviner as it flows;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Till rapt she dwells on every string,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And pours again each sound along,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like echo, lost and languishing,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>In love with her own wondrous song.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_309'>309</span>That evening, (trusting that his soul</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Might be from haunting love releas’d</div>
+      <div class='line'>By mirth, by music, and the bowl,)</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>The’ Imperial <span class='sc'>Selim</span> held a feast</div>
+      <div class='line'>In his magnificent Shalimar:<a id='r350'></a><a href='#f350' class='c012'><sup>[350]</sup></a>—</div>
+      <div class='line'>In whose Saloons, when the first star</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of evening o’er the waters trembled,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The Valley’s loveliest all assembled;</div>
+      <div class='line'>All the bright creatures that, like dreams,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Glide through its foliage, and drink beams</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of beauty from its founts and streams;<a id='r351'></a><a href='#f351' class='c012'><sup>[351]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>And all those wandering minstrel-maids,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Who leave—how <em>can</em> they leave?—the shades</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of that dear Valley, and are found</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Singing in gardens of the South<a id='r352'></a><a href='#f352' class='c012'><sup>[352]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>Those songs, that ne’er so sweetly sound</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>As from a young Cashmerian’s mouth.</div>
+      <div class='line'>There, too, the Haram’s inmates smile;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Maids from the West, with sun-bright hair,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And from the Garden of the <span class='sc'>Nile</span>,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Delicate as the roses there;<a id='r353'></a><a href='#f353' class='c012'><sup>[353]</sup></a>—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Daughters of Love from <span class='sc'>Cyprus’</span> rocks,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>With Paphian diamonds in their locks;<a id='r354'></a><a href='#f354' class='c012'><sup>[354]</sup></a>—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Light <span class='sc'>Peri</span> forms, such as there are</div>
+      <div class='line'>On the gold meads of <span class='sc'>Candahar</span>;<a id='r355'></a><a href='#f355' class='c012'><sup>[355]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>And they, before whose sleepy eyes,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'><span class='pageno' id='Page_310'>310</span>In their own bright Kathaian bowers,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Sparkle such rainbow butterflies,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>That they might fancy the rich flowers,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That round them in the sun lay sighing,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Had been by magic all set flying.<a id='r356'></a><a href='#f356' class='c012'><sup>[356]</sup></a></div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Every thing young, every thing fair</div>
+      <div class='line'>From East and West is blushing there,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Except—except—oh, <span class='sc'>Nourmahal</span>!</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thou loveliest, dearest of them all,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The one, whose smile shone out alone,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Amidst a world the only one;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Whose light, among so many lights,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Was like that star on starry nights,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The seaman singles from the sky,</div>
+      <div class='line'>To steer his bark for ever by!</div>
+      <div class='line'>Thou wert not there—so <span class='sc'>Selim</span> thought,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And every thing seem’d drear without thee;</div>
+      <div class='line'>But, ah! thou wert, thou wert,—and brought</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Thy charm of song all fresh about thee.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Mingling unnoticed with a band</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of lutanists from many a land,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And veil’d by such a mask as shades</div>
+      <div class='line'>The features of young Arab maids,<a id='r357'></a><a href='#f357' class='c012'><sup>[357]</sup></a>—</div>
+      <div class='line'>A mask that leaves but one eye free,</div>
+      <div class='line'>To do its best in witchery,—</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_311'>311</span>She rov’d, with beating heart, around,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And waited, trembling, for the minute,</div>
+      <div class='line'>When she might try if still the sound</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Of her lov’d lute had magic in it.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>The board was spread with fruits and wine;</div>
+      <div class='line'>With grapes of gold, like those that shine</div>
+      <div class='line'>On <span class='sc'>Casbin’s</span> hills;<a id='r358'></a><a href='#f358' class='c012'><sup>[358]</sup></a>—pomegranates full</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Of melting sweetness, and the pears,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And sunniest apples<a id='r359'></a><a href='#f359' class='c012'><sup>[359]</sup></a> that <span class='sc'>Caubul</span></div>
+      <div class='line in2'>In all its thousand gardens<a id='r360'></a><a href='#f360' class='c012'><sup>[360]</sup></a>bears;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Plantains, the golden and the green,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Malaya’s</span> nectar’d mangusteen;<a id='r361'></a><a href='#f361' class='c012'><sup>[361]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>Prunes of <span class='sc'>Bokara</span>, and sweet nuts</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>From the far groves of <span class='sc'>Samarcand</span>,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And <span class='sc'>Basra</span> dates, and apricots,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Seed of the Sun,<a id='r362'></a><a href='#f362' class='c012'><sup>[362]</sup></a> from <span class='sc'>Iran’s</span> land;—</div>
+      <div class='line'>With rich conserve of Visna cherries,<a id='r363'></a><a href='#f363' class='c012'><sup>[363]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>Of orange flowers, and of those berries</div>
+      <div class='line'>That, wild and fresh, the young gazelles</div>
+      <div class='line'>Feed on in <span class='sc'>Erac’s</span> rocky dells.<a id='r364'></a><a href='#f364' class='c012'><sup>[364]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>All these in richest vases smile,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>In baskets of pure santal-wood,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And urns of porcelain from that isle<a id='r365'></a><a href='#f365' class='c012'><sup>[365]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Sunk underneath the Indian flood,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Whence oft the lucky diver brings</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_312'>312</span>Vases to grace the halls of kings.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Wines, too, of every clime and hue,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Around their liquid lustre threw;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Amber Rosolli,<a id='r366'></a><a href='#f366' class='c012'><sup>[366]</sup></a>—the bright dew</div>
+      <div class='line'>From vineyards of the Green-Sea gushing;<a id='r367'></a><a href='#f367' class='c012'><sup>[367]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>And <span class='sc'>Shiraz</span> wine, that richly ran</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>As if that jewel, large and rare,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The ruby for which <span class='sc'>Kublai-Khan</span></div>
+      <div class='line'>Offer’d a city’s wealth,<a id='r368'></a><a href='#f368' class='c012'><sup>[368]</sup></a> was blushing</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Melted within the goblets there!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>And amply <span class='sc'>Selim</span> quaffs of each,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And seems resolv’d the flood shall reach</div>
+      <div class='line'>His inward heart,—shedding around</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>A genial deluge, as they run,</div>
+      <div class='line'>That soon shall leave no spot undrown’d,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>For Love to rest his wings upon.</div>
+      <div class='line'>He little knew how well the boy</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Can float upon a goblet’s streams,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Lighting them with his smile of joy;—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>As bards have seen him in their dreams,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Down the blue <span class='sc'>Ganges</span> laughing glide</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Upon a rosy lotus wreath,<a id='r369'></a><a href='#f369' class='c012'><sup>[369]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>Catching new lustre from the tide</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>That with his image shone beneath.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_313'>313</span>But what are cups, without the aid</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Of song to speed them as they flow?</div>
+      <div class='line'>And see—a lovely Georgian maid,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>With all the bloom, the freshen’d glow</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of her own country maidens’ looks,</div>
+      <div class='line'>When warm they rise from <span class='sc'>Teflis’</span> brooks;<a id='r370'></a><a href='#f370' class='c012'><sup>[370]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'>And with an eye, whose restless ray,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Full, floating, dark—oh, he, who knows</div>
+      <div class='line'>His heart is weak, of heaven should pray</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>To guard him from such eyes as those!—</div>
+      <div class='line'>With a voluptuous wildness flings</div>
+      <div class='line'>Her snowy hand across the strings</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of a syrinda,<a id='r371'></a><a href='#f371' class='c012'><sup>[371]</sup></a> and thus sings:—</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class='c023'>
+<div class='lg-container-b c024'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Come hither, come hither—by night and by day,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>We linger in pleasures that never are gone;</div>
+      <div class='line'>Like the waves of the summer, as one dies away,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Another as sweet and as shining comes on.</div>
+      <div class='line'>And the love that is o’er, in expiring, gives birth</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>To a new one as warm, as unequall’d in bliss;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And, oh! if there be an Elysium on earth,</div>
+      <div class='line in14'>It is this, it is this.<a id='r372'></a><a href='#f372' class='c012'><sup>[372]</sup></a></div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Here maidens are sighing, and fragrant their sigh</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>As the flower of the Amra just op’d by a bee;<a id='r373'></a><a href='#f373' class='c012'><sup>[373]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_314'>314</span>And precious their tears as that rain from the sky,<a id='r374'></a><a href='#f374' class='c012'><sup>[374]</sup></a></div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Which turns into pearls as it falls in the sea.</div>
+      <div class='line'>Oh! think what the kiss and the smile must be worth</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>When the sigh and the tear are so perfect in bliss,</div>
+      <div class='line'>And own if there be an Elysium on earth,</div>
+      <div class='line in14'>It is this, it is this.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Here sparkles the nectar, that, hallow’d by love,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Could draw down those angels of old from their sphere,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Who for wine of this earth<a id='r375'></a><a href='#f375' class='c012'><sup>[375]</sup></a> left the fountains above,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And forgot heaven’s stars for the eyes we have here.</div>
+      <div class='line'>And, bless’d with the odour our goblet gives forth,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>What Spirit the sweets of his Eden would miss?</div>
+      <div class='line'>For, oh! if there be an Elysium on earth,</div>
+      <div class='line in14'>It is this, it is this.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class='c023'>
+<div class='lg-container-l c025'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div id='i-315'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i-315.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<div class='lg-container-l c022'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>The Georgian’s song was scarcely mute,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>When the same measure, sound for sound,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Was caught up by another lute,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>And so divinely breathed around,</div>
+      <div class='line in4'>That all stood hush’d and wondering,</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>And turn’d and look’d into the air,</div>
+      <div class='line in4'>As if they thought to see the wing</div>
+      <div class='line in6'>Of <span class='sc'>Israfil</span>,<a id='r376'></a><a href='#f376' class='c012'><sup>[376]</sup></a> the Angel, there;—</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_315'>315</span>So powerfully on every soul</div>
+      <div class='line'>That new, enchanted measure stole.</div>
+      <div class='line'>While now a voice, sweet as the note</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of the charm’d lute, was heard to float</div>
+      <div class='line'>Along its chords, and so entwine</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Its sounds with theirs, that none knew whether</div>
+      <div class='line'>The voice or lute was most divine,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>So wondrously they went together:—</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_316'>316</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class='c023'>
+<div class='lg-container-b c024'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>There’s a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has told,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>When two, that are link’d in one heavenly tie,</div>
+      <div class='line'>With heart never changing, and brow never cold,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Love on through all ills, and love on till they die!</div>
+      <div class='line'>One hour of a passion so sacred is worth</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Whole ages of heartless and wandering bliss;</div>
+      <div class='line'>And, oh! if there <em>be</em> an Elysium on earth,</div>
+      <div class='line in14'>It is this, it is this.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class='c023'>
+<div class='lg-container-l c025'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'></div>
+      <div class='line'>Twas not the air, ’twas not the words,</div>
+      <div class='line'>But that deep magic in the chords</div>
+      <div class='line'>And in the lips, that gave such power</div>
+      <div class='line'>As music knew not till that hour.</div>
+      <div class='line'>At once a hundred voices said,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“It is the mask’d Arabian maid!”</div>
+      <div class='line'>While <span class='sc'>Selim</span>, who had felt the strain</div>
+      <div class='line'>Deepest of any, and had lain</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Some minutes rapt, as in a trance,</div>
+      <div class='line in4'>After the fairy sounds were o’er,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Too inly touched for utterance,</div>
+      <div class='line in4'>Now motion’d with his hand for more:—</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class='c023'>
+<div class='lg-container-b c024'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_317'>317</span>Fly to the desert, fly with me,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Our Arab tents are rude for thee;</div>
+      <div class='line'>But, oh! the choice what heart can doubt,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of tents with love, or thrones without?</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Our rocks are rough, but smiling there</div>
+      <div class='line'>The’ acacia waves her yellow hair,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Lonely and sweet, nor lov’d the less</div>
+      <div class='line'>For flowering in a wilderness.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Our sands are bare, but down their slope</div>
+      <div class='line'>The silvery-footed antelope</div>
+      <div class='line'>As gracefully and gaily springs</div>
+      <div class='line'>As o’er the marble courts of kings.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Then come—thy Arab maid will be</div>
+      <div class='line'>The lov’d and lone acacia-tree,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The antelope, whose feet shall bless</div>
+      <div class='line'>With their light sound thy loneliness.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Oh! there are looks and tones that dart</div>
+      <div class='line'>An instant sunshine through the heart,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>As if the soul that minute caught</div>
+      <div class='line'>Some treasure it through life had sought;</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>As if the very lips and eyes,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Predestin’d to have all our sighs,</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_318'>318</span>And never be forgot again,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Sparkled and spoke before us then!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>So came thy every glance and tone,</div>
+      <div class='line'>When first on me they breath’d and shone;</div>
+      <div class='line'>New, as if brought from other spheres,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Yet welcome as if loved for years.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Then fly with me,—if thou hast known</div>
+      <div class='line'>No other flame, nor falsely thrown</div>
+      <div class='line'>A gem away, that thou hadst sworn</div>
+      <div class='line'>Should ever in thy heart be worn.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Come, if the love thou hast for me</div>
+      <div class='line'>Is pure and fresh as mine for thee,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>Fresh as the fountain under ground,</div>
+      <div class='line'>When first ’tis by the lapwing found.<a id='r377'></a><a href='#f377' class='c012'><sup>[377]</sup></a></div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>But if for me thou dost forsake</div>
+      <div class='line'>Some other maid, and rudely break</div>
+      <div class='line'>Her worshipp’d image from its base,</div>
+      <div class='line'>To give to me the ruin’d place;—</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>Then, fare thee well—I’d rather make</div>
+      <div class='line'>My bower upon some icy lake</div>
+      <div class='line'>When thawing suns begin to shine,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Than trust to love so false as thine!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class='c023'>
+<div class='lg-container-l c025'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'></div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_319'>319</span>There was a pathos in this lay,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>That, e’en without enchantment’s art,</div>
+      <div class='line'>Would instantly have found its way</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Deep into <span class='sc'>Selim’s</span> burning heart;</div>
+      <div class='line'>But, breathing, as it did, a tone</div>
+      <div class='line'>To earthly lutes and lips unknown;</div>
+      <div class='line'>With every chord fresh from the touch</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of Music’s Spirit,—’twas too much!</div>
+      <div class='line'>Starting, he dash’d away the cup,—</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Which, all the time of this sweet air,</div>
+      <div class='line'>His hand had held, untasted, up,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>As if ’twere fix’d by magic there,—</div>
+      <div class='line'>And naming her, so long unnam’d,</div>
+      <div class='line'>So long unseen, wildly exclaim’d,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Oh <span class='sc'>Nourmahal</span>! oh <span class='sc'>Nourmahal</span>!</div>
+      <div class='line'>“Hadst thou but sung this witching strain,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“I could forget—forgive thee all,</div>
+      <div class='line'>“And never leave those eyes again.”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>The mask is off—the charm is wrought—</div>
+      <div class='line'>And <span class='sc'>Selim</span> to his heart has caught,</div>
+      <div class='line'>In blushes, more than ever bright,</div>
+      <div class='line'>His <span class='sc'>Nourmahal</span>, his Haram’s Light!</div>
+      <div class='line'>And well do vanish’d frowns enhance</div>
+      <div class='line'>The charm of every brightened glance;</div>
+      <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_320'>320</span>And dearer seems each dawning smile</div>
+      <div class='line'>For having lost its light awhile:</div>
+      <div class='line'>And, happier now for all her sighs,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>As on his arm her head reposes,</div>
+      <div class='line'>She whispers him with laughing eyes,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>“Remember, love, the Feast of Roses!”</div>
+      <div class='line'></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div id='i-320'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i-320.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+</div>
+<div class='pbb'>
+ <hr class='pb c001'>
+</div>
+<div id='i-321'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_321'>321</span>
+<img src='images/i-321.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+<p class='c018'><span class='sc'>Fadladeen</span>, 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 epithets,
+“frivolous”—“inharmonious”—“nonsensical,” 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 id='r378'></a><a href='#f378' class='c012'><sup>[378]</sup></a>—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 poet had ready on all occasions,—not to
+mention dews, gems, &#38;c.—was a most oppressive kind
+of opulence to his hearers; and had the unlucky effect
+of giving to his style all the glitter of the flower-garden
+without its method, and all the flutter of the aviary
+without its song. In addition to this, he chose his subjects
+badly, and was always most inspired by the worst
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_322'>322</span>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 on this point, “one of those
+bards, whose fancy owes all its illumination to the grape,
+like that painted porcelain,<a id='r379'></a><a href='#f379' class='c012'><sup>[379]</sup></a> 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 poet.”</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>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 refreshment and repose, there was an end to all
+their delightful evenings, and <span class='sc'>Lalla Rookh</span> saw no
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_323'>323</span>more of <span class='sc'>Feramorz</span>. She now felt that her short dream
+of happiness was over, and that she had nothing but
+the recollection of its few blissful hours, like the one
+draught of sweet water that serves the camel across the
+wilderness, to be her heart’s refreshment during the
+dreary waste of life that was before her. The blight
+that had fallen upon her spirits soon found its way to
+her cheek, and her ladies saw with regret—though not
+without some suspicion of the cause—that the beauty
+of their mistress, of which they were almost as proud
+as of their own, was fast vanishing away at the very
+moment of all when she had most need of it. What
+must the King of Bucharia feel, when, instead of the
+lively and beautiful <span class='sc'>Lalla Rookh</span>, whom the poets of
+Delhi had described as more perfect than the divinest
+images in the house of Azor,<a id='r380'></a><a href='#f380' class='c012'><sup>[380]</sup></a> he should receive a
+pale and inanimate victim, upon whose cheek neither
+health nor pleasure bloomed, and from whose eyes Love
+had fled,—to hide himself in her heart?</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>If anything could have charmed away the melancholy
+of her spirits, it would have been the fresh airs and
+enchanting scenery of that Valley, which the Persians so
+justly call the Unequalled.<a id='r381'></a><a href='#f381' class='c012'><sup>[381]</sup></a> But neither the coolness
+of its atmosphere, so luxurious after toiling up those bare
+and burning mountains,—neither the splendour of the
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_324'>324</span>minarets and pagodas, that shone out from the depth of
+its woods, nor the grottos, hermitages, and miraculous
+fountains,<a id='r382'></a><a href='#f382' class='c012'><sup>[382]</sup></a> which make every spot of that region holy
+ground,—neither the countless waterfalls, that rush into
+the Valley from all those high and romantic mountains
+that encircle it, nor the fair city on the Lake, whose
+houses, roofed with flowers,<a id='r383'></a><a href='#f383' class='c012'><sup>[383]</sup></a> appeared at a distance
+like one vast and variegated parterre;—not all these
+wonders and glories of the most lovely country under
+the sun could steal her heart for a minute from those
+sad thoughts, which but darkened, and grew bitterer
+every step she advanced.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>The gay pomps and processions that met her upon
+her entrance into the Valley, and the magnificence with
+which the roads all along were decorated, did honour to
+the taste and gallantry of the young King. It was night
+when they approached the city, and, for the last two miles,
+they had passed under arches, thrown from hedge to hedge,
+festooned with only those rarest roses from which the Attar
+Gul, more precious than gold, is distilled, and illuminated
+in rich and fanciful forms with lanterns of the triple-coloured
+tortoise-shell of Pegu.<a id='r384'></a><a href='#f384' class='c012'><sup>[384]</sup></a> Sometimes, from a dark
+wood by the side of the road, a display of fire-works would
+break out, so sudden and so brilliant, that a Brahmin
+might fancy he beheld that grove, in whose purple shade
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_325'>325</span>the God of Battles was born, bursting into a flame at the
+moment of his birth;—while, at other times, a quick and
+playful irradiation continued to brighten all the fields
+and gardens by which they passed, forming a line of
+dancing lights along the horizon; like the meteors of the
+north as they are seen by those hunters,<a id='r385'></a><a href='#f385' class='c012'><sup>[385]</sup></a> who pursue the
+white and blue foxes on the confines of the Icy Sea.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>These arches and fire-works delighted the Ladies of
+the Princess exceedingly; and, with their usual good
+logic, they deduced from his taste for illuminations, that
+the King of Bucharia would make the most exemplary
+husband imaginable. Nor, indeed, could <span class='sc'>Lalla Rookh</span>
+herself help feeling the kindness and splendour with
+which the young bridegroom welcomed her;—but she
+also felt how painful is the gratitude, which kindness
+from those we cannot love excites; and that their best
+blandishments come over the heart with all that chilling
+and deadly sweetness, which we can fancy in the cold,
+odoriferous wind<a id='r386'></a><a href='#f386' class='c012'><sup>[386]</sup></a> that is to blow over this earth in
+the last days.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>The marriage was fixed for the morning after her
+arrival, when she was, for the first time, to be presented
+to the monarch in that Imperial Palace beyond the lake,
+called the Shalimar. Though never before had a night
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_326'>326</span>of more wakeful and anxious thought been passed in the
+Happy Valley, yet, when she rose in the morning, and
+her Ladies came around her, to assist in the adjustment
+of the bridal ornaments, they thought they had never
+seen her look half so beautiful. What she had lost of
+the bloom and radiancy of her charms was more than
+made up by that intellectual expression, that soul
+beaming forth from the eyes, which is worth all the rest of
+loveliness. When they had tinged her fingers with the
+Henna leaf, and placed upon her brow a small coronet
+of jewels, of the shape worn by the ancient Queens of
+Bucharia, they flung over her head the rose-coloured
+bridal veil, and she proceeded to the barge that was to
+convey her across the lake;—first kissing, with a mournful
+look, the little amulet of cornelian, which her father
+at parting had hung about her neck.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>The morning was as fresh and fair as the maid on
+whose nuptials it rose, and the shining lake, all covered
+with boats, the minstrels playing upon the shores of the
+islands, and the crowded summer-houses on the green
+hills around, with shawls and banners waving from their
+roofs, presented such a picture of animated rejoicing,
+as only she, who was the object of it all, did not feel
+with transport. To <span class='sc'>Lalla Rookh</span> alone it was a melancholy
+pageant; nor could she have even borne to look
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_327'>327</span>upon the scene, were it not for a hope that, among the
+crowds around, she might once more perhaps catch a
+glimpse of <span class='sc'>Feramorz</span>. So much was her imagination
+haunted by this thought, that there was scarcely an islet
+or boat she passed on the way, at which her heart did
+not flutter with the momentary fancy that he was there.
+Happy, in her eyes, the humblest slave upon whom the
+light of his dear looks fell!—In the barge immediately
+after the Princess sat <span class='sc'>Fadladeen</span>, with his silken curtains
+thrown widely apart, that all might have the benefit of
+his august presence, and with his head full of the speech
+he was to deliver to the King, “concerning <span class='sc'>Feramorz</span>, and
+literature, and the Chabuk, as connected therewith.”</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>They now had entered the canal which leads from the
+Lake to the splendid domes and saloons of the Shalimar,
+and went gliding on through the gardens that ascended
+from each bank, full of flowering shrubs that made the
+air all perfume; while from the middle of the canal rose
+jets of water, smooth and unbroken, to such a dazzling
+height, that they stood like tall pillars of diamond in the
+sunshine. After sailing under the arches of various
+saloons, they at length arrived at the last and most
+magnificent, where the monarch awaited the coming of his
+bride; and such was the agitation of her heart and frame,
+that it was with difficulty she could walk up the marble
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_328'>328</span>steps, which were covered with cloth of gold for her ascent
+from the barge. At the end of the hall stood two thrones,
+as precious as the Cerulean Throne of Coolburga,<a id='r387'></a><a href='#f387' class='c012'><sup>[387]</sup></a> on one
+of which sat <span class='sc'>Aliris</span>, the youthful King of Bucharia, and
+on the other was, in a few minutes, to be placed the most
+beautiful Princess in the world. Immediately upon the
+entrance of <span class='sc'>Lalla Rookh</span> into the saloon, the monarch
+descended from his throne to meet her; but scarcely had
+he time to take her hand in his, when she screamed with
+surprise, and fainted at his feet. It was <span class='sc'>Feramorz</span> himself
+that stood before her!—<span class='sc'>Feramorz</span> was, himself, the
+Sovereign of Bucharia, who in this disguise had accompanied
+his young bride from Delhi, and, having won her
+love as an humble minstrel, now amply deserved to enjoy
+it as a King.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>The consternation of <span class='sc'>Fadladeen</span> at this discovery
+was, for the moment, almost pitiable. But change of
+opinion is a resource too convenient in courts for this
+experienced courtier not to have learned to avail himself
+of it. His criticisms were all, of course, recanted instantly:
+he was seized with an admiration of the King’s
+verses, as unbounded as, he begged him to believe, it
+was disinterested; and the following week saw him in
+possession of an additional place, swearing by all the
+Saints of Islam that never had there existed so great
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_329'>329</span>a poet as the Monarch <span class='sc'>Aliris</span>, and, moreover, ready to
+prescribe his favourite regimen of the Chabuk for every
+man, woman, and child that dared to think otherwise.</p>
+
+<p class='c011'>Of the happiness of the King and Queen of Bucharia,
+after such a beginning, there can be but little doubt;
+and, among the lesser symptoms, it is recorded of <span class='sc'>Lalla
+Rookh</span>, that, to the day of her death, in memory of
+their delightful journey, she never called the King by
+any other name than <span class='sc'>Feramorz</span>.</p>
+<div id='i-329'  class='figcenter id001'>
+<img src='images/i-329.jpg' alt='' class='ig001'>
+</div>
+
+</div>
+
+<div class='pbb'>
+ <hr class='pb c001'>
+</div>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c1'>
+<div class='nf-center c003'>
+    <div><span class='pageno' id='Page_331'>331</span><span class='xlarge'>NOTES.</span></div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='pbb'>
+ <hr class='pb c001'>
+</div>
+<div>
+  <span class='pageno' id='Page_333'>333</span>
+  <h2 class='c005'>NOTES.</h2>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c030'><a id='tn-oneeightone'></a></p>
+
+<p class='c031'><a id='tn-threefourfour'></a></p>
+
+<div class='footnote' id='f1'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r1'>Note 1</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 2.—<i>He embarked for Arabia.</i>—These particulars of the visit
+of the King of Bucharia to Aurungzebe are found in <cite>Dow’s History of
+Hindostan</cite>, vol. iii. p. 392.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f2'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r2'>Note 2</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 2.—<span class='sc'>Lalla Rookh.</span>—Tulip cheek.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f3'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r3'>Note 3</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 2.—<i>Leila.</i>—The mistress of Mejnoun, upon whose story so
+many Romances in all the languages of the East are founded.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f4'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r4'>Note 4</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 2.—<i>Shirine.</i>—For the loves of this celebrated beauty with
+Khosrou and with Ferhad, see <cite>D’Herbelot</cite>, <cite>Gibbon</cite>, <cite>Oriental Collections</cite>, &#38;c.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f5'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r5'>Note 5</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 2.—<i>Dewildé.</i>—“The history of the loves of Dewildé and
+Chizer, the son of the Emperor Alla, is written in an elegant poem, by the
+noble Chusero.”—<cite>Ferishta.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f6'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r6'>Note 6</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 2.—<i>Scattering of the Roses.</i>—Gul Reazee.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f7'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r7'>Note 7</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 3.—<i>Emperor’s favour.</i>—“One mark of honour or knighthood
+bestowed by the Emperor is the permission to wear a small kettledrum at
+the bows of their saddles, which at first was invented for the training of
+hawks, and to call them to the lure, and is worn in the field by all sportsmen
+to that end.”—<cite>Fryer</cite>’s Travels.</p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“Those on whom the King has conferred the privilege must wear an
+ornament of jewels on the right side of the turban, surmounted by a high
+plume of the feathers of a kind of egret. This bird is found only in
+Cashmere, and the feathers are carefully collected for the King, who
+bestows them on his nobles.”—<cite>Elphinstone</cite>’s Account of Caubul.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f8'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r8'>Note 8</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 3.—<i>Keder Khan.</i>—“Khedar Khan, the Khakan, or King of
+Turquestan beyond the Gihon (at the end of the eleventh century), whenever
+he appeared abroad, was preceded by seven hundred horsemen with
+silver battle-axes, and was followed by an equal number bearing maces of
+gold. He was a great patron of poetry, and it was he who used to preside
+at public exercises of genius, with four basins of gold and silver by him to
+distribute among the poets who excelled.”—<cite>Richardson</cite>’s Dissertation prefixed
+to his Dictionary.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f9'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r9'>Note 9</a>,&#160;&#160;</span><span class='pageno' id='Page_334'>334</span>p. 3.—<i>Gilt pine-apples.</i>—“The kubdeh, a large golden knob,
+generally in the shape of a pine-apple, on the top of the canopy over the
+litter or palanquin.”—<cite>Scott</cite>’s Notes on the Bahardanush.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f10'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r10'>Note 10</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 4.—<i>Sumptuous litter.</i>—In the Poem of Zohair, in the Moallakat,
+there is the following lively description of “a company of maidens
+seated on camels.”</p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“They are mounted in carriages covered with costly awnings, and with
+rose-coloured veils, the linings of which have the hue of crimson Andem-wood.</p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“When they ascend from the bosom of the vale, they sit forward on the
+saddle-cloth, with every mark of a voluptuous gaiety.</p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“Now, when they have reached the brink of yon blue-gushing rivulet,
+they fix the poles of their tents like the Arab with a settled mansion.”</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f11'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r11'>Note 11</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 4.—<i>Argus pheasant’s wing.</i>—See <cite>Bernier</cite>’s description of the
+attendants on Raucha-nara-Begum, in her progress to Cashmere.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f12'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r12'>Note 12</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 4.—<i>Munificent protector.</i>—This hypocritical Emperor would
+have made a worthy associate of certain Holy Leagues.—“He held the
+cloak of religion (says Dow) between his actions and the vulgar; and
+impiously thanked the Divinity for a success which he owed to his own
+wickedness. When he was murdering and persecuting his brothers and
+their families, he was building a magnificent mosque at Delhi, as an offering
+to God for his assistance to him in the civil wars. He acted as high priest
+at the consecration of this temple; and made a practice of attending
+divine service there, in the humble dress of a Fakeer. But when he lifted
+one hand to the Divinity, he, with the other, signed warrants for the assassination
+of his relations.”—<cite>History of Hindostan</cite>, vol. iii. p. 335. See also
+the curious letter of Aurungzebe, given in the <cite>Oriental Collections</cite>, vol. i.
+p. 320.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f13'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r13'>Note 13</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 4.—<i>The idol of Jaghernaut.</i>—“The idol at Jaghernat has two
+fine diamonds for eyes. No goldsmith is suffered to enter the Pagoda, one
+having stole one of these eyes, being locked up all night with the Idol.”—<cite>Tavernier.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f14'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r14'>Note 14</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 5.—<i>Royal Gardens of Delhi.</i>—See a description of these
+Royal Gardens in “An Account of the present State of Delhi, by Lieut.
+W. Franklin.”—<cite>Asiat. Research.</cite> vol. iv. p. 417.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f15'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r15'>Note 15</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 5.—<i>Lake of Pearl.</i>—“In the neighbourhood is Notte Gill, or
+the Lake of Pearl, which receives this name from its pellucid water.”
+<cite>Pennant</cite>’s <a id='tn-hindoostan'></a>Hindoostan.</p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“Nasir Jung encamped in the vicinity of the Lake of Tonoor, amused
+himself with sailing on that clear and beautiful water, and gave it the
+fanciful name of Motee Talah, ‘the Lake of Pearls,’ which it still retains.”—<cite>Wilks</cite>’s
+South of India.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f16'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r16'>Note 16</a>,&#160;&#160;</span><span class='pageno' id='Page_335'>335</span>p. 5.—<i>Isles of the West.</i>—Sir Thomas Roe, Ambassador from
+James I. to Jehan-Guire.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f17'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r17'>Note 17</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 6.—<i>Ezra.</i>—“The romance Wemakweazra, written in Persian
+verse, which contains the loves of Wamak and Ezra, two celebrated lovers
+who lived before the time of Mahomet.”—<cite>Note on the Oriental Tales.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f18'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r18'>Note 18</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 6.—<i>Rodahver.</i>—Their amour is recounted in the Shah-Namêh
+of Ferdousi; and there is much beauty in the passage which describes the
+slaves of Rodahver sitting on the bank of the river and throwing flowers
+into the stream, in order to draw the attention of the young Hero who is
+encamped on the opposite side.—See <cite>Champion</cite>’s translation.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f19'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r19'>Note 19</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 6.—<i>White Demon.</i>—Rustam is the Hercules of the Persians.
+For the particulars of his victory over the Sepeed Deeve, or White Demon,
+see <cite>Oriental Collections</cite>, vol. ii. p. 45.—“Near the city of Shirauz is an
+immense quadrangular monument, in commemoration of this combat, called
+the Kelaat-i-Deev Sepeed, or castle of the White Giant, which Father
+Angelo, in his Gazophilacium Persicum, p. 127, declares to have been the
+most memorable monument of antiquity which he had seen in Persia.”—See
+<cite>Ouseley</cite>’s Persian Miscellanies.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f20'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r20'>Note 20</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 6.—<i>Golden anklets.</i>—“The women of the Idol, or dancing
+girls of the Pagoda, have little golden bells, fastened to their feet, the soft
+harmonious tinkling of which vibrates in unison with the exquisite melody
+of their voices.”—<cite>Maurice</cite>’s Indian Antiquities.</p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The Arabian courtesans, like the Indian women, have little golden
+bells fastened round their legs, neck and elbows, to the sound of which
+they dance before the King. The Arabian princesses wear golden rings on
+their fingers, to which little bells are suspended, as well as in the flowing
+tresses of their hair, that their superior rank may be known, and they
+themselves receive in passing the homage due to them.”—See <cite>Calmet</cite>’s
+Dictionary, art. Bells.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f21'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r21'>Note 21</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 6.—<i>Delicious opium.</i>—“Abou-Tige, ville de la Thebaïde, où
+il croît beaucoup de pavot noir, dont se fait le meilleur opium.”—<cite>D’Herbelot.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f22'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r22'>Note 22</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 7.—<i>Crishna.</i>—The Indian Apollo.—“He and the three
+Rámas are described as youths of perfect beauty; and the princesses of
+Hindustán were all passionately in love with Chrishna, who continues to
+this hour the darling God of the Indian women.”—<cite>Sir W. Jones</cite>, on the
+Gods of Greece, Italy, and India.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f23'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r23'>Note 23</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 7.—<i>Shawl-goats of Tibet.</i>—See <cite>Turner</cite>’s Embassy for a description
+of this animal, “the most beautiful among the whole tribe of
+goats.” The material for the shawls (which is carried to Cashmere) is
+found next the skin.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f24'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r24'>Note 24</a>,&#160;&#160;</span><span class='pageno' id='Page_336'>336</span>p. 8.—<i>Veiled Prophet of Khorassan.</i>—For the real history of
+this Impostor, whose original name was Hakem ben Haschem, and who
+was called Mocanna from the veil of silver gauze (or, as others say,
+golden) which he always wore, see <cite>D’Herbelot</cite>.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f25'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r25'>Note 25</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 9.—<i>Khorassan.</i>—Khorassan signifies, in the old Persian
+language, Province or Region of the Sun.—<cite>Sir W. Jones.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f26'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r26'>Note 26</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 11.—<i>Flow’rets and fruits, blush over ev’ry stream.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The fruits of Meru are finer than those of any other place; and one
+cannot see in any other city such palaces with groves, and streams, and
+gardens.”—<cite>Ebn Haukal</cite>’s Geography.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f27'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r27'>Note 27</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 12.—<i>Among</i> <span class='sc'>Merou’s</span> <i>bright palaces and groves.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>One of the royal cities of Khorassan.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f28'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r28'>Note 28</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 12.—<span class='sc'>Moussa’s.</span>—Moses.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f29'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r29'>Note 29</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 12.—<i>O’er</i> <span class='sc'>Moussa’s</span> <i>cheek, when down the Mount he trod.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“Ses disciples assuroient qu’il se couvroit le visage, pour ne pas éblouir
+ceux qui l’approchoient par l’éclat de son visage comme Moyse.”—<cite>D’Herbelot.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f30'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r30'>Note 30</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 12.—<i>In hatred to the Caliph’s hue of night.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>Black was the colour adopted by the Caliphs of the House of Abbas, in
+their garments, turbans, and standards.—“Il faut remarquer ici touchant
+les habits blancs des disciples de Hakem, que la couleur des habits, des
+coëffures et des étendards des Khalifes Abassides étant la noire, ce chef de
+Rebelles ne pouvoit pas choisir une qui lui fut plus opposée.”—<cite>D’Herbelot.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f31'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r31'>Note 31</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 12.—<i>With javelins of the light Kathaian reed.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“Our dark javelins, exquisitely wrought of Khathaian reeds, slender
+and delicate.”—<cite>Poem of Amru.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f32'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r32'>Note 32</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 13.—<i>Fill’d with the stems.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>Pichula, used anciently for arrows by the Persians.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f33'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r33'>Note 33</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 13.—<i>That bloom on</i> <span class='sc'>Iran’s</span> <i>rivers.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>The Persians call this plant Gaz. The celebrated shaft of Isfendiar,
+one of their ancient heroes, was made of it.—“Nothing can be more
+beautiful than the appearance of this plant in flower during the rains
+on the banks of rivers, where it is usually interwoven with a lovely
+twining asclepias.”—<cite>Sir W. Jones</cite>, Botanical Observations on Select Indian
+Plants.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f34'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r34'>Note 34</a>,&#160;&#160;</span><span class='pageno' id='Page_337'>337</span>p. 13.—<i>Like a chenar-tree grove, when winter throws.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>The oriental plane. “The chenar is a delightful tree; its bole is of a
+fine white and smooth bark; and its foliage, which grows in a tuft at the
+summit, is of a bright green.”—<cite>Morier</cite>’s Travels.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f35'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r35'>Note 35</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 14.—<i>From those who kneel at</i> <span class='sc'>Brahma’s</span> <i>burning founts.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>The burning fountains of Brahma near Chittogong, esteemed as holy.—<cite>Turner.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f36'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r36'>Note 36</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 14.—<i>To the small, half-shut glances of</i> <span class='sc'>Kathay</span>.—China.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f37'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r37'>Note 37</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 15.—<i>Like tulip-beds, of different shape and dyes.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The name of tulip is said to be of Turkish extraction, and given to
+the flower on account of its resembling a turban.”—<cite>Beckmann</cite>’s History of
+Inventions.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f38'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r38'>Note 38</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 15.—<i>And fur-bound bonnet of Bucharian shape.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The inhabitants of Bucharia wear a round cloth bonnet, shaped much
+after the Polish fashion, having a large fur border. They tie their kaftans
+about the middle with a girdle of a kind of silk crape, several times round
+the body.”—<cite>Account of Independent Tartary, in Pinkerton’s Collection.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f39'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r39'>Note 39</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 15.—<i>O’erwhelm’d in fight and captive to the Greek.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>In the war of the Caliph Mahadi against the Empress Irene, for an
+account of which vide <cite>Gibbon</cite>, vol. x.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f40'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r40'>Note 40</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 18.—<i>The flying throne of star-taught</i> <span class='sc'>Soliman</span>.</p>
+
+<p class='c031'>This wonderful Throne was called The Star of the Genii. For a full
+description of it, see the Fragment, translated by Captain Franklin, from
+a Persian MS. entitled “The History of Jerusalem,” <cite>Oriental Collections</cite>,
+vol. i. p. 235.—When Soliman travelled, the eastern writers say, “He had
+a carpet of green silk on which his throne was placed, being of a prodigious
+length and breadth, and sufficient for all his forces to stand upon, the men
+placing themselves on his right hand, and the spirits on his left; and that
+when all were in order, the wind, at his command, took up the carpet, and
+transported it, with all that were upon it, wherever he pleased; the army
+of birds at the same time flying over their heads, and forming a kind of
+canopy to shade them from the sun.”—<cite>Sale</cite>’s Koran, vol ii. p. 214, note.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f41'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r41'>Note 41</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 18.—<i>For many an age, in every chance and change.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>The transmigration of souls was one of his doctrines.—Vide <cite>D’Herbelot</cite>.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f42'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r42'>Note 42</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 18.—<i>To which all Heaven, except the Proud One, knelt.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“And when we said unto the angels, Worship Adam, they all worshipped
+except Eblis (Lucifer), who refused.”—<cite>The Koran</cite>, chap. ii.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f43'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r43'>Note 43</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 18.—<i>In</i> <span class='sc'>Moussa’s</span> <i>frame—and, thence descending, flow’d.</i>—Moses.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f44'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r44'>Note 44</a>,&#160;&#160;</span><span class='pageno' id='Page_338'>338</span>p. 18.—<i>Through many a Prophet’s breast.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>This is according to D’Herbelot’s account of the doctrines of Mokanna:—“Sa
+doctrine étoit, que Dieu avoit pris une forme et figure humaine, depuis
+qu’il eut commandé aux Anges d’adorer Adam, le premier des
+hommes. Qu’après la mort d’Adam, Dieu étoit apparu sous la figure de
+plusieurs Prophètes, et autres grands hommes qu’il avoit choisis, jusqu’à
+ce qu’il prit celle d’Abu Moslem, Prince de Khorassan, lequel professoit
+l’erreur de la Tenassukhiah ou Metempschychose; et qu’après la mort de
+ce Prince, la Divinité étoit passée, et descendue en sa personne.”</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f45'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r45'>Note 45</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 18.—<i>In</i> <span class='sc'>Issa</span> <i>shone.</i>—Jesus.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f46'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r46'>Note 46</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 22.—<i>Born by that ancient flood, which from its spring.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>The Amoo, which rises in the Belur Tag, or Dark Mountains, and running
+nearly from east to west, splits into two branches; one of which falls
+into the Caspian sea, and the other into Aral Nahr, or the Lake of Eagles.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f47'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r47'>Note 47</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 24.—<i>The bulbul utters, ere her soul depart.</i>—The nightingale.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f48'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r48'>Note 48</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 34.—<i>In holy</i> <span class='sc'>Koom</span>, <i>or</i> <span class='sc'>Mecca’s</span> <i>dim arcades.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>The cities of Com (or Koom) and Cashan are full of mosques, mausoleums,
+and sepulchres of the descendants of Ali, the Saints of Persia.—<cite>Chardin.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f49'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r49'>Note 49</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 34.—<i>Stood vases, fill’d with</i> <span class='sc'>Kishmee’s</span> <i>golden wine.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>An island in the Persian Gulf, celebrated for its white wine.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f50'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r50'>Note 50</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 34.—<i>Like</i> <span class='sc'>Zemzem’s</span> <i>Spring of Holiness, had power.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>The miraculous well at Mecca; so called, says Sale, from the murmuring
+of its waters.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f51'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r51'>Note 51</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 35.—<i>Whom</i> <span class='sc'>India</span> <i>serves, the monkey deity.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>The God Hannaman.—“Apes are in many parts of India highly venerated,
+out of respect to the God Hannaman, a deity partaking of the form
+of that race.”—<cite>Pennant</cite>’s Hindoostan.</p>
+
+<p class='c031'>See a curious account, in <cite>Stephen</cite>’s <cite>Persia</cite>, of a solemn embassy from
+some part of the Indies to Goa, when the Portuguese were there, offering
+vast treasures for the recovery of a monkey’s tooth, which they held in
+great veneration, and which had been taken away upon the conquest of the
+kingdom of Jafanapatan.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f52'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r52'>Note 52</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 35.—<i>To bend in worship</i>, <span class='sc'>Lucifer</span> <i>was right.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>This resolution of Eblis not to acknowledge the new creature, man, was,
+according to Mahometan tradition, thus adopted:—“The earth (which God
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_339'>339</span>had selected for the materials of his work) was carried into Arabia to a
+place between Mecca and Tayef, where, being first kneaded by the angels,
+it was afterwards fashioned by God himself into a human form, and left to
+dry for the space of forty days, or, as others say, as many years; the
+angels, in the mean time, often visiting it, and Eblis (then one of the
+angels nearest to God’s presence, afterwards the devil) among the rest;
+but he, not contented with looking at it, kicked it with his foot till it rung;
+and knowing God designed that creature to be his superior, took a secret
+resolution never to acknowledge him as such.”—<cite>Sale</cite> on the Koran.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f53'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r53'>Note 53</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 36.—<i>From dead men’s marrow guides them best at night.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>A kind of lantern formerly used by robbers, called the Hand of Glory,
+the candle for which was made of the fat of a dead malefactor. This,
+however, was rather a western than an eastern superstition.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f54'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r54'>Note 54</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 37.—<i>In that best marble of which Gods are made.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>The material of which images of Gaudma (the Birman Deity) are made,
+is held sacred. “Birmans may not purchase the marble in mass, but are
+suffered, and indeed encouraged, to buy figures of the Deity ready made.”—<cite>Symes</cite>’s
+Ava, vol. ii. p. 376.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f55'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r55'>Note 55</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 41.—<i>Of Kerzrah flowers, came fill’d with pestilence.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“It is commonly said in Persia, that if a man breathe in the hot south
+wind, which in June or July passes over that flower (the Kerzereh), it will
+kill him.”—<cite>Thevenot.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f56'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r56'>Note 56</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 44.—<i>Within the crocodile’s stretch’d jaws to come.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>The humming-bird is said to run this risk for the purpose of picking the
+crocodile’s teeth. The same circumstance is related of the lapwing, as a
+fact to which he was witness, by <cite>Paul Lucas</cite>, Voyage fait en 1714.</p>
+
+<p class='c031'>The ancient story concerning the Trochilus, or humming-bird, entering
+with impunity into the mouth of the crocodile, is firmly believed at Java.—<cite>Barrow</cite>’s
+<cite>Cochin-China.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f57'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r57'>Note 57</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 46.—<i>That rank and venomous food on which she lives.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“Circum easdem ripas (Nili, viz.) ales est Ibis. Ea serpentium populatur
+ova, gratissimamque ex his escam nidis suis refert.”—<cite>Solinus.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f58'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r58'>Note 58</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 48.—<i>Yamtcheou.</i>—“The feast of Lanterns is celebrated at
+Yamtcheou with more magnificence than anywhere else: and the report
+goes, that the illuminations there are so splendid, that an Emperor once,
+not daring openly to leave his Court to go thither, committed himself with
+the Queen and several Princesses of his family into the hands of a magician,
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_340'>340</span>who promised to transport them thither in a trice. He made them in the
+night to ascend magnificent thrones that were borne up by swans, which in
+a moment arrived at Yamtcheou. The Emperor saw at his leisure all the
+solemnity, being carried upon a cloud that hovered over the city and descended
+by degrees; and came back again with the same speed and equipage,
+nobody at court perceiving his absence.”—<cite>The present State of China</cite>, p. 156.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f59'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r59'>Note 59</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 48.—<i>Sceneries of bamboo-work.</i>—See a description of the
+nuptials of Vizier Alee in the <cite>Asiatic Annual Register of 1804</cite>.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f60'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r60'>Note 60</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 49.—<i>Chinese illuminations.</i>—“The vulgar ascribe it to an
+accident that happened in the family of a famous mandarin, whose daughter
+walking one evening upon the shore of a lake, fell in and was drowned;
+this afflicted father, with his family, ran thither, and, the better to find
+her, he caused a great company of lanterns to be lighted. All the inhabitants
+of the place thronged after him with torches. The year ensuing
+they made fires upon the shores the same day; they continued the ceremony
+every year, every one lighted his lantern, and by degrees it commenced
+into a custom.”—<cite>Present State of China.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f61'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r61'>Note 61</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 51.—<i>Like</i> <span class='sc'>Seba’s</span> <i>Queen could vanquish with that one.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“Thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes.”—<cite>Sol. Song.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f62'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r62'>Note 62</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 51.—<i>The fingers’ ends with a bright roseate hue.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“They tinged the ends of her fingers scarlet with Henna, so that they
+resembled branches of coral.”—<cite>Story of Prince Futtun in Bahardanush.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f63'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r63'>Note 63</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 51.—<i>To give that long, dark languish to the eye.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The women blacken the inside of their eyelids with a powder named
+the black Kohol.”—<cite>Russel.</cite></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“None of these ladies,” says <cite>Shaw</cite>, “take themselves to be completely
+dressed, till they have tinged the hair and edges of their eyelids with the
+powder of lead ore. Now, as this operation is performed by dipping first
+into the powder a small wooden bodkin of the thickness of a quill, and
+then drawing it afterwards through the eyelids over the ball of the eye, we
+shall have a lively image of what the Prophet (Jer. iv. 30) may be supposed
+to mean by <i>rending the eyes with painting</i>. This practice is no doubt of
+great antiquity; for besides the instance already taken notice of, we find
+that where Jezebel is said (2 Kings, ix. 30) <i>to have painted her face</i>, the
+original words are, <i>she adjusted her eyes with the powder of lead ore</i>.”—<cite>Shaw</cite>’s
+Travels.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f64'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r64'>Note 64</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 52.—<i>In her full lap the Champac’s leaves of gold.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>The appearance of the blossoms of the gold-coloured Campac on the
+black hair of the Indian women has supplied the Sanscrit Poets with many
+elegant allusions.—See <cite>Asiatic Researches</cite>, vol. iv.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f65'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r65'>Note 65</a>,&#160;&#160;</span><span class='pageno' id='Page_341'>341</span>p. 52.—<i>The sweet Elcaya, and that courteous tree.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>A tree famous for its perfume, and common on the hills of Yemen.—<cite>Niebuhr.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f66'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r66'>Note 66</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 52.—<i>Which bows to all who seek its canopy.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>Of the genus mimosa, “which droops its branches whenever any person
+approaches it, seeming as if it saluted those who retire under its shade.”—<cite>Ibid.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f67'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r67'>Note 67</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 53.—<i>The bowers of</i> <span class='sc'>Tibet</span>, <i>send forth odorous light.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“Cloves are a principal ingredient in the composition of the perfumed
+rods, which men of rank keep constantly burning in their presence.”—<cite>Turner</cite>’s
+Tibet.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f68'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r68'>Note 68</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 54.—<i>With odoriferous woods of</i> <span class='sc'>Comorin</span>.</p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“C’est d’où vient le bois d’aloès que les Arabes appellent Oud Comari, et
+celui du sandal, qui s’y trouve en grande quantité.”—<cite>D’Herbelot.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f69'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r69'>Note 69</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 54.—<i>The crimson blossoms of the coral tree.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“Thousands of variegated loories visit the coral-trees.”—<cite>Barrow.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f70'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r70'>Note 70</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 54.—<i>Mecca’s blue sacred pigeon.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“In Mecca there are quantities of blue pigeons, which none will affright
+or abuse, much less kill.”—<cite>Pitt</cite>’s Account of the Mahometans.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f71'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r71'>Note 71</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 54.—<i>The thrush of Hindostan.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The Pagoda Thrush is esteemed among the first choristers of India. It
+sits perched on the sacred pagodas, and from thence delivers its melodious
+song.”—<cite>Pennant</cite>’s Hindostan.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f72'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r72'>Note 72</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 55.—<i>About the gardens, drunk with that sweet food.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'><cite>Tavernier</cite> adds, that while the birds of Paradise lie in this intoxicated
+state, the emmets come and eat off their legs; and that hence it is they
+are said to have no feet.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f73'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r73'>Note 73</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 55.—<i>Whose scent hath lur’d them o’er the summer flood.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>Birds of Paradise, which, at the nutmeg season, come in flights from the
+southern isles to India; and “the strength of the nutmeg,” says <cite>Tavernier</cite>,
+“so intoxicates them, that they fall dead drunk to the earth.”</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f74'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r74'>Note 74</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 55.—<i>Build their high nests of budding cinnamon.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“That bird which liveth in Arabia, and buildeth its nest with cinnamon.”—<cite>Brown</cite>’s
+Vulgar Errors.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f75'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r75'>Note 75</a>,&#160;&#160;</span><span class='pageno' id='Page_342'>342</span>p. 55.—<i>Sleeping in light, like the green birds that dwell.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'><a id='tn-qm5'></a>“The spirits of the martyrs will be lodged in the crops of green birds.”
+<cite>Gibbon</cite>, vol. ix. p. 421.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f76'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r76'>Note 76</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 55.—<i>More like the luxuries of that impious King.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>Shedad, who made the delicious gardens of Irim, in imitation of Paradise,
+and was destroyed by lightning the first time he attempted to enter them.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f77'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r77'>Note 77</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 57.—<i>In its blue blossoms hum themselves to sleep.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“My Pandits assure me that the plant before us (the Nilica) is their
+Sephalica, thus named because the bees are supposed to sleep on its
+blossoms.”—<cite>Sir W. Jones.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f78'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r78'>Note 78</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 59.—<i>As they were captives to the King of Flowers.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“They deferred it till the King of Flowers should ascend his throne of
+enamelled foliage.”—<cite>The Bahardanush.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f79'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r79'>Note 79</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 60.—<i>But a light golden chain-work round her hair.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“One of the head-dresses of the Persian women is composed of a light
+golden chain-work, set with small pearls, with a thin gold plate pendant,
+about the bigness of a crown-piece, on which is impressed an Arabian prayer,
+and which hangs upon the cheek below the ear.”—<cite>Hanway</cite>’s Travels.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f80'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r80'>Note 80</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 60.—<i>Such as the maids of</i> <span class='sc'>Yezd</span> <i>and</i> <span class='sc'>Shiras</span> <i>wear.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“Certainly the women of Yezd are the handsomest women in Persia.
+The proverb is, that to live happy a man must have a wife of Yezd, eat the
+bread of Yezdecas, and drink the wine of Shiraz.”—<cite>Tavernier.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f81'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r81'>Note 81</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 61.—<i>Upon a musnud’s edge.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>Musnuds are cushioned seats, usually reserved for persons of distinction.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f82'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r82'>Note 82</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 61.—<i>In the pathetic mode of</i> <span class='sc'>Isfahan</span>.</p>
+
+<p class='c031'>The Persians, like the ancient Greeks, call their musical modes or Perdas
+by the names of different countries or cities, as the mode of Isfahan, the
+mode of Irak, &#38;c.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f83'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r83'>Note 83</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 61.—<i>There’s a bower of roses by</i> <span class='sc'>Bendemeer’s</span> <i>stream.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>A river which flows near the ruins of Chilminar.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f84'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r84'>Note 84</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 64.—<i>The hills of crystal on the Caspian shore.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“To the north of us (on the coast of the Caspian, near Badku) was a
+mountain, which sparkled like diamonds, arising from the sea-glass and
+crystals with which it abounds.”—<cite>Journey of the Russian Ambassador to
+Persia</cite>, 1746.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f85'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r85'>Note 85</a>,&#160;&#160;</span><span class='pageno' id='Page_343'>343</span>p. 64.—<i>Of</i> <span class='sc'>Eden</span>, <i>shake in the eternal breeze.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“To which will be added the sound of the bells, hanging on the trees,
+which will be put in motion by the wind proceeding from the throne of God,
+as often as the blessed wish for music.”—<cite>Sale.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f86'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r86'>Note 86</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 65.—<i>And his floating eyes—oh! they resemble.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“Whose wanton eyes resemble blue water-lilies, agitated by the breeze.”—<cite>Jayadeva.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f87'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r87'>Note 87</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 65.—<i>Blue water-lilies.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>The blue lotus, which grows in Cashmere and in Persia.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f88'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r88'>Note 88</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 67.—<i>To muse upon the pictures that hung round.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>It has been generally supposed that the Mahometans prohibit all pictures
+of animals; but <cite>Toderini</cite> shows that, though the practice is forbidden by
+the Koran, they are not more averse to painted figures and images than
+other people. From Mr. Murphy’s work, too, we find that the Arabs of
+Spain had no objection to the introduction of figures into painting.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f89'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r89'>Note 89</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 67.—<i>Whose orb when half retir’d looks loveliest.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>This is not quite astronomically true. “Dr. Hadley (says Keil) has
+shown that Venus is brightest when she is about forty degrees removed
+from the sun; and that then but <em>only a fourth part</em> of her lucid disk is to
+be seen from the earth.”</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f90'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r90'>Note 90</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 67.—<i>He read that to be blest is to be wise.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>For the loves of King Solomon (who was supposed to preside over the
+whole race of Genii) with Balkis, the Queen of Sheba or Saba, see <cite>D’Herbelot</cite>,
+and the <cite>Notes on the Koran</cite>, chap. 2.</p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“In the palace which Solomon ordered to be built against the arrival of
+the Queen of Saba, the floor or pavement was of transparent glass, laid over
+running water, in which fish were swimming.” This led the Queen into a
+very natural mistake, which the Koran has not thought beneath its dignity
+to commemorate. “It was said unto her, ‘Enter the palace.’ And when
+she saw it she imagined it to be a great water; and she discovered her legs,
+by lifting up her robe to pass through it. Whereupon Solomon said to her,
+‘Verily, this is the place evenly floored with glass.’”—Chap. 27.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f91'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r91'>Note 91</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 67.—<i>Here fond</i> <span class='sc'>Zuleika</span> <i>woos with open arms.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>The wife of Potiphar, thus named by the Orientals.</p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The passion which this frail beauty of antiquity conceived for her young
+Hebrew slave has given rise to a much-esteemed poem in the Persian
+language, entitled <cite>Yusef vau Zelikha</cite>, by <cite>Noureddin Jami</cite>; the manuscript
+copy of which, in the Bodleian Library at Oxford, is supposed to be the
+finest in the whole world.”—<cite>Note upon Nott’s Translation of Hafez.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f92'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r92'>Note 92</a>,&#160;&#160;</span><span class='pageno' id='Page_344'>344</span>p. 67.—<i>With a new text to consecrate their love.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>The particulars of Mahomet’s amour with Mary, the Coptic girl, in
+justification of which he added a new chapter to the Koran, may be found
+in <cite>Gagnier’s Notes upon Abulfeda</cite>, p. 151.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f93'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r93'>Note 93</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 70.—<i>But in that deep-blue, melancholy dress.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“Deep blue is their mourning colour.”—<cite>Hanway.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f94'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r94'>Note 94</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 71.—<i>Sat in her sorrow like the sweet night-flower.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>The sorrowful nyctanthes, which begins to spread its rich odour after
+sunset.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f95'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r95'>Note 95</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 73.—<i>As the viper weaves its wily covering.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“Concerning the vipers, which Pliny says were frequent among the
+balsam-trees, I made very particular inquiry: several were brought me alive
+both to Yambo and Jidda.”—<cite>Bruce.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f96'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r96'>Note 96</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 81.—<i>The sunny apples of Istkahar.</i>—“In the territory of
+Istkahar there is a kind of apple, half of which is sweet and half sour.”—<cite>Ebn
+Haukal.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f97'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r97'>Note 97</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 82.—<i>They saw a young Hindoo girl upon the bank.</i>—For an
+account of this ceremony, see <cite>Grandpré</cite>’s Voyage in the Indian Ocean.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f98'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r98'>Note 98</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 82.—<i>The Oton-tala, or Sea of Stars.</i>—“The place where the
+Whangho, a river of Tibet, rises, and where there are more than a hundred
+springs, which sparkle like stars; whence it is called Hotun-nor, that is,
+the Sea of Stars.”—<cite>Description of Tibet in Pinkerton.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f99'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r99'>Note 99</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 84.—<i>Hath sprung up here.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The Lescar or Imperial Camp is divided, like a regular town, into
+squares, alleys, and streets, and from a rising ground furnishes one of the
+most agreeable prospects in the world. Starting up in a few hours in an
+uninhabited plain, it raises the idea of a city built by enchantment. Even
+those who leave their houses in cities to follow the prince in his progress are
+frequently so charmed by the Lescar, when situated in a beautiful and convenient
+place, that they cannot prevail with themselves to remove. To
+prevent this inconvenience to the court, the Emperor, after sufficient time
+is allowed to the tradesmen to follow, orders them to be burnt out of their
+tents.”—<cite>Dow</cite>’s Hindostan.</p>
+
+<p class='c031'>Colonel Wilks gives a lively picture of an Eastern encampment:—“His
+camp, like that of most Indian armies, exhibited a motley collection of
+covers from the scorching sun and dews of the night, variegated according
+to the taste or means of each individual, by extensive inclosures of coloured
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_345'>345</span>calico surrounding superb suites of tents; by ragged cloths or blankets
+stretched over sticks or branches; palm leaves hastily spread over similar
+supports; handsome tents and splendid canopies; horses, oxen, elephants,
+and camels; all intermixed without any exterior mark of order or design,
+except the flags of the chiefs, which usually mark the centres of a congeries
+of these masses; the only regular part of the encampment being the streets
+of shops, each of which is constructed nearly in the manner of a booth at an
+English fair.”—<cite>Historical Sketches of the South of India.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f100'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r100'>Note 100</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 84.—<i>Built the high pillar’d halls of</i> <span class='sc'>Chilminar</span>.</p>
+
+<p class='c031'>The edifices of Chilminar and Balbec are supposed to have been built by
+the Genii, acting under the orders of Jan ben Jan, who governed the world
+long before the time of Adam.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f101'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r101'>Note 101</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 85.—<i>And camels, tufted o’er with Yemen’s shells.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“A superb camel, ornamented with strings and tufts of small shells.”—<cite>Ali
+Bey.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f102'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r102'>Note 102</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 85.—<i>But the far torrent, or the locust bird.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>A native of Khorassan, and allured southward by means of the water of
+a fountain between Shiraz and Ispahan, called the Fountain of Birds, of
+which it is so fond that it will follow wherever that water is carried.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f103'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r103'>Note 103</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 85.—<i>Of laden camels and their drivers’ songs.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“Some of the camels have bells about their necks, and some about their
+legs, like those which our carriers put about their forehorses’ necks, which
+together with the servants (who belong to the camels, and travel on foot),
+singing all night, make a pleasant noise, and the journey passes away
+delightfully.”—<cite>Pitt</cite>’s Account of the Mahometans.</p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The camel-driver follows the camels singing, and sometimes playing
+upon his pipe; the louder he sings and pipes, the faster the camels go.
+Nay, they will stand still when he gives over his music.”—<cite>Tavernier.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f104'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r104'>Note 104</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 85.—<i>Of the’ Abyssinian trumpet, swell and float.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“This trumpet is often called, in Abyssinia, <i>nesser cano</i>, which signifies
+the Note of the Eagle.”—<cite>Note of Bruce’s Editor.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f105'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r105'>Note 105</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 85.—<i>The Night and Shadow, over yonder tent.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>The two black standards borne before the Caliphs of the House of Abbas
+were called, allegorically, The Night and The Shadow.—See <cite>Gibbon</cite>.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f106'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r106'>Note 106</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 86.—<i>Defiance fierce at Islam.</i>—The Mahometan religion.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f107'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r107'>Note 107</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 86.—<i>But, having sworn upon the Holy Grave.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The Persians swear by the tomb of Shah Besade, who is buried at
+Casbin; and when one desires another to asseverate a matter, he will ask
+him, if he dare swear by the Holy Grave.”—<cite>Struy.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f108'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r108'>Note 108</a>,&#160;&#160;</span><span class='pageno' id='Page_346'>346</span>p. 86.—<i>Were spoil’d to feed the Pilgrim’s luxury.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>Mahadi, in a single pilgrimage to Mecca, expended six millions of dinars
+of gold.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f109'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r109'>Note 109</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 86.—<i>Of</i> <span class='sc'>Mecca’s</span> <i>sun, with urns of Persian snow.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“Nivem Meccam apportavit, rem ibi aut nunquam aut raro visam.”—<cite>Abulfeda.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f110'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r110'>Note 110</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 86.—<i>First, in the van, the People of the Rock.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>The inhabitants of Hejaz or Arabia Petræa, called by an Eastern writer
+“The People of the Rock.”—See <i>Ebn Haukal</i>.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f111'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r111'>Note 111</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 86.—<i>On their light mountain steeds, of royal stock.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“Those horses, called by the Arabians Kochlani, of whom a written
+genealogy has been kept for 2,000 years. They are said to derive their
+origin from King Solomon’s steeds.”—<cite>Niebuhr.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f112'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r112'>Note 112</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 87.—<i>The flashing of their swords’ rich marquetry.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“Many of the figures on the blades of their swords are wrought in gold
+or silver, or in marquetry with small gems.”—<cite>Asiat. Misc.</cite> v. i.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f113'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r113'>Note 113</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 87.—<i>With dusky legions from the land of Myrrh.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>Azab or Saba.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f114'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r114'>Note 114</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 87.—<i>Waving their heron crests with martial grace.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The chiefs of the Uzbek Tartars wear a plume of white heron’s feathers
+in their turbans.”—<cite>Account of Independent Tartary.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f115'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r115'>Note 115</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 87.—<i>Wild warriors of the turquoise hills.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“In the mountains of Nishapour and Tous (in Khorassan) they find turquoises.”—<cite>Ebn
+Haukal.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f116'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r116'>Note 116</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 87.—<i>Of</i> <span class='sc'>Hindoo Kosh</span>, <i>in stormy freedom bred.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>For a description of these stupendous ranges of mountains, see <cite>Elphinstone’s
+Caubul</cite>.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f117'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r117'>Note 117</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 88.—<i>Her Worshippers of Fire.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>The Ghebers or Guebres, those original natives of Persia, who adhered to
+their ancient faith, the religion of Zoroaster, and who, after the conquest of
+their country by the Arabs, were either persecuted at home, or forced to
+become wanderers abroad.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f118'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r118'>Note 118</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 88.—<i>From</i> <span class='sc'>Yezd’s</span> <i>eternal Mansion of the Fire.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“Yezd, the chief residence of those ancient natives, who worship the
+Sun and the Fire, which latter they have carefully kept lighted, without
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_347'>347</span>being once extinguished for a moment, about 3,000 years, on a mountain
+near Yezd, called Ater Quedah, signifying the House or Mansion of the
+Fire. He is reckoned very unfortunate who dies off that mountain.”—<cite>Stephen</cite>’s
+Persia.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f119'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r119'>Note 119</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 88.—<i>That burn into the</i> <span class='sc'>Caspian</span>, <i>fierce they came.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“When the weather is hazy, the springs of Naphtha (on an island near
+Baku) boil up the higher, and the Naphtha often takes fire on the surface of
+the earth, and runs in a flame into the sea to a distance almost incredible.”—<cite>Hanway
+on the Everlasting Fire at Baku.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f120'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r120'>Note 120</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 88.—<i>By which the prostrate Caravan is aw’d.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'><cite>Savary</cite> says of the south wind, which blows in Egypt from February to
+May, “Sometimes it appears only in the shape of an impetuous whirlwind,
+which passes rapidly, and is fatal to the traveller surprised in the middle of
+the deserts. Torrents of burning sand roll before it, the firmament is
+enveloped in a thick veil, and the sun appears of the colour of blood.
+Sometimes whole caravans are buried in it.”</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f121'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r121'>Note 121</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 89.—<i>The Champions of the Faith through</i> <span class='sc'>Beder’s</span> <i>vale.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>In the great victory gained by Mahomed at Beder, he was assisted, say
+the Mussulmans, by three thousand angels, led by Gabriel, mounted on his
+horse Hiazum.—See <cite>The Koran and its Commentators</cite>.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f122'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r122'>Note 122</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 92.—“<i>Alla Akbar!</i>”</p>
+
+<p class='c031'>The Tecbir, or cry of the Arabs. “Alla Acbar!” says Ockley, means
+“God is most mighty.”</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f123'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r123'>Note 123</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 92.—<i>And light your shrines and chaunt your ziraleets.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>The ziraleet is a kind of chorus, which the women of the East sing upon
+joyful occasions.—<cite>Russel.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f124'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r124'>Note 124</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 92.—<i>Or warm or brighten,—like that Syrian Lake.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>The Dead Sea, which contains neither animal nor vegetable life.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f125'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r125'>Note 125</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 95.—<i>O’er his lost throne—then pass’d the</i> <span class='sc'>Jihon’s</span> <i>flood.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>The ancient Oxus.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f126'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r126'>Note 126</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 95.—<i>Rais’d the white banner within</i> <span class='sc'>Neksheb’s</span> <i>gates.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>A city of Transoxiana.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f127'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r127'>Note 127</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 95.—<i>To-day’s young flower is springing in its stead.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“You never can cast your eyes on this tree, but you meet there either
+blossoms or fruit; and as the blossom drops underneath on the ground
+(which is frequently covered with these purple-coloured flowers), others
+come forth in their stead,” &#38;c. &#38;c.—<cite>Nieuhoff.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f128'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r128'>Note 128</a>,&#160;&#160;</span><span class='pageno' id='Page_348'>348</span>p. 96.—<i>With which the Dives have gifted him.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>The Demons of the Persian mythology.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f129'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r129'>Note 129</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 96.—<i>That spangle</i> <span class='sc'>India’s</span> <i>fields on showery nights.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>Carreri mentions the fire-flies in India during the rainy season.—See his
+Travels.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f130'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r130'>Note 130</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 96.—<i>Who brush’d the thousands of the’ Assyrian King.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>Sennacherib, called by the Orientals King of Moussal.—<cite>D’Herbelot.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f131'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r131'>Note 131</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 97.—<i>Of</i> <span class='sc'>Parviz</span>.</p>
+
+<p class='c031'>Chosroes. For the description of his Throne or Palace, see <cite>Gibbon</cite> and
+<cite>D’Herbelot.</cite></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>There were said to be under this Throne or Palace of Khosrou Parviz a
+hundred vaults filled with “treasures so immense that some Mahometan
+writers tell us, their Prophet, to encourage his disciples, carried them to a
+rock, which at his command opened, and gave them a prospect through it
+of the treasures of Khosrou.”—<cite>Universal History.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f132'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r132'>Note 132</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 97.—<i>And the heron crest that shone.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The crown of Gerashid is cloudy and tarnished before the heron tuft of
+thy turban.”—From one of the elegies or songs in praise of Ali, written in
+characters of gold round the gallery of Abbas’s tomb.—See <cite>Chardin</cite>.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f133'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r133'>Note 133</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 97.—<i>Magnificent, o’er</i> <span class='sc'>Ali’s</span> <i>beauteous eyes.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>The beauty of Ali’s eyes was so remarkable, that whenever the Persians
+would describe any thing as very lovely, they say it is Ayn Hali, or the
+Eyes of Ali.—<cite>Chardin.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f134'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r134'>Note 134</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 98.—<i>Rise from the Holy Well, and cast its light.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>We are not told more of this trick of the Impostor, than that it was
+“une machine, qu’il disoit être la Lune.” According to Richardson, the
+miracle is perpetuated in Nekscheb.—“Nakshab, the name of a city in
+Transoxiana, where they say there is a well, in which the appearance of the
+moon is to be seen night and day.”</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f135'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r135'>Note 135</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 98.—<i>Round the rich city and the plain for miles.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“Il amusa pendant deux mois le peuple de la ville de Nekhscheb, en
+faisant sortir toutes les nuits du fond d’un puits un corps lumineux semblable
+à la Lune, qui portoit sa lumière jusqu’à la distance de plusieurs
+milles.”—<cite>D’Herbelot.</cite> Hence he was called Sazendéhmah, or the Moon-maker.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f136'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r136'>Note 136</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 99.—<i>Had rested on the Ark.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>The Shechinah, called Sakînat in the Koran.—See <cite>Sale’s Note</cite>, chap. ii.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f137'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r137'>Note 137</a>,&#160;&#160;</span><span class='pageno' id='Page_349'>349</span>p. 99.—<i>Of the small drum with which they count the night.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>The parts of the night are made known as well by instruments of music,
+as by the rounds of the watchmen with cries and small drums.—See
+<cite>Burder’s Oriental Customs</cite>, vol. i. p. 119.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f138'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r138'>Note 138</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 99.—<i>On for the lamps, that light yon lofty screen.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>The Serrapurda, high screens of red cloth, stiffened with cane, used to
+enclose a considerable space round the royal tents.—<cite>Notes on the Bahardanush.</cite></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>The tents of Princes were generally illuminated. Norden tells us that
+the tent of the Bey of Girge was distinguished from the other tents by
+forty lanterns being suspended before it.—See <cite>Harmer’s Observations on
+Job</cite>.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f139'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r139'>Note 139</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 100.—<i>Pour to the spot, like bees of</i> <span class='sc'>Kauzeroon</span>.</p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“From the groves of orange trees at Kauzeroon the bees cull a celebrated
+honey.”—<cite>Morier</cite>’s Travels.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f140'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r140'>Note 140</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 102.—<i>Of nuptial pomp, she sinks into his tide.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“A custom still subsisting at this day, seems to me to prove that the
+Egyptians formerly sacrificed a young virgin to the God of the Nile; for
+they now make a statue of earth in shape of a girl, to which they give the
+name of the Betrothed Bride, and throw it into the river.”—<cite>Savary.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f141'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r141'>Note 141</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 103.—<i>Engines of havoc in, unknown before.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>That they knew the secret of the Greek fire among the Mussulmans
+early in the eleventh century, appears from <cite>Dow</cite>’s Account of Mamood I.
+“When he arrived at Moultan, finding that the country of the Jits was
+defended by great rivers, he ordered fifteen hundred boats to be built, each
+of which he armed with six iron spikes, projecting from their prows and
+sides, to prevent their being boarded by the enemy, who were very expert
+in that kind of war. When he had launched this fleet, he ordered twenty
+archers into each boat, and five others with fire-balls, to burn the craft of
+the Jits, and naphtha to set the whole river on fire.”</p>
+
+<p class='c031'>The <i>agnee aster</i>, too, in Indian poems the Instrument of fire, whose
+flame cannot be extinguished, is supposed to signify the Greek Fire.—See
+<cite>Wilks</cite>’s South of India, vol. i. p. 471.—And in the curious Javan Poem,
+the <cite>Brata Yudha</cite>, given by <cite>Sir Stamford Raffles</cite> in his History of Java, we
+find, “He aimed at the heart of Soéta with the sharp-pointed Weapon of
+Fire.”</p>
+
+<p class='c031'>The mention of gunpowder as in use among the Arabians, long before its
+supposed discovery in Europe, is introduced by <cite>Ebn Fadhl</cite>, the Egyptian
+geographer, who lived in the thirteenth century. “Bodies,” he says, “in
+the form of scorpions, bound round and filled with nitrous powder, glide
+along, making a gentle noise; then, exploding, they lighten, as it were,
+and burn. But there are others which, cast into the air, stretch along like
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_350'>350</span>a cloud, roaring horribly, as thunder roars, and on all sides vomiting
+out flames, burst, burn, and reduce to cinders whatever comes in their
+way.” The historian <cite>Ben Abdalla</cite>, in speaking of the sieges of Abulualid
+in the year of the Hegira 712, says, “A fiery globe, by means of combustible
+matter, with a mighty noise suddenly emitted, strikes with the
+force of lightning, and shakes the citadel.”—See the Extracts from <cite>Casiri</cite>’s
+Biblioth. Arab. Hispan. in the Appendix to <cite>Berington</cite>’s Literary History of
+the Middle Ages.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f142'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r142'>Note 142</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 103.—<i>And horrible as new;—javelins that fly.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>The Greek fire, which was occasionally lent by the emperors to their
+allies. “It was,” says Gibbon, “either launched in red hot balls of stone
+and iron, or darted in arrows or javelins, twisted round with flax and tow,
+which had deeply imbibed the inflammable oil.”</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f143'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r143'>Note 143</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 103.—<i>Discharge, as from a kindled Naphtha fount.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>See <cite>Hanway</cite>’s Account of the Springs of Naphtha at Baku (which is
+called by <cite>Lieutenant Pottinger</cite> Joala Mokee, or, the Flaming Mouth)
+taking fire and running into the sea. <cite>Dr. Cooke</cite>, in his Journal, mentions
+some wells in Circassia, strongly impregnated with this inflammable oil,
+from which issues boiling water. “Though the weather,” he adds, “was
+now very cold, the warmth of these wells of hot water produced near them
+the verdure and flowers of spring.”</p>
+
+<p class='c031'><cite>Major Scott Waring</cite> says, that naphtha is used by the Persians, as we are
+told it was in hell, for lamps.</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>… many a row</div>
+      <div class='line'>Of starry lamps and blazing cressets, fed</div>
+      <div class='line'>With naphtha and asphaltus, yielding light</div>
+      <div class='line'>As from a sky.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f144'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r144'>Note 144</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 104.—<i>Like those wild birds that by the Magians oft.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“At the great festival of fire, called the Sheb Sezê, they used to set fire
+to large bunches of dry combustibles, fastened round wild beasts and birds,
+which being then let loose, the air and earth appeared one great illumination;
+and as these terrified creatures naturally fled to the woods for
+shelter, it is easy to conceive the conflagrations they produced.”—<cite>Richardson</cite>’s
+Dissertation.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f145'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r145'>Note 145</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 106.—<i>Keep, seal’d with precious musk, for those they love.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The righteous shall be given to drink of pure wine, sealed; the seal
+whereof shall be musk.”—<cite>Koran</cite>, chap. lxxxiii.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f146'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r146'>Note 146</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 110.—<i>On its own brood;—no Demon of the Waste.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The Afghauns believe each of the numerous solitudes and deserts of
+their country to be inhabited by a lonely demon, whom they call the
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_351'>351</span>Ghoolee Beeabau, or Spirit of the Waste. They often illustrate the
+wildness of any sequestered tribe, by saying, they are wild as the Demon
+of the Waste.”—<cite>Elphinstone</cite>’s Caubul.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f147'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r147'>Note 147</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 111.—<i>With burning drugs, for this last hour distill’d.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“Il donna du poison dans le vin à tous ses gens, et se jetta lui-même
+ensuite dans une cuve pleine de drogues brûlantes et consumantes, afin
+qu’il ne restât rien de tous les membres de son corps, et que ceux qui
+restoient de sa secte puissent croire qu’il étoit monté au ciel, ce qui ne
+manqua pas d’arriver.”—<cite>D’Herbelot.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f148'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r148'>Note 148</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 113.—<i>In the lone Cities of the Silent dwell.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“They have all a great reverence for burial-grounds, which they sometimes
+call by the poetical name of Cities of the Silent, and which they
+people with the ghosts of the departed, who sit each at the head of his own
+grave, invisible to mortal eyes.”—<cite>Elphinstone.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f149'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r149'>Note 149</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 120.—<i>And to eat any mangoes but those of Mazagong was, of
+course, impossible.</i>—“The celebrity of Mazagong is owing to its mangoes,
+which are certainly the best fruit I ever tasted. The parent-tree, from
+which all those of this species have been grafted, is honoured during the
+fruit-season by a guard of sepoys; and, in the reign of Shah Jehan,
+couriers were stationed between Delhi and the Mahratta coast to secure an
+abundant and fresh supply of mangoes for the royal table.”—<cite>Mrs. Graham</cite>’s
+Journal of a Residence in India.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f150'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r150'>Note 150</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 120.—<i>Laden with his fine antique porcelain.</i>—This old
+porcelain is found in digging, and “if it is esteemed, it is not because it
+has acquired any new degree of beauty in the earth, but because it has
+retained its ancient beauty; and this alone is of great importance in China,
+where they give large sums for the smallest vessels which were used
+under the Emperors Yan and Chun, who reigned many ages before the
+dynasty of Tang, at which time porcelain began to be used by the Emperors”
+(about the year 442).—<cite>Dunn</cite>’s Collection of curious Observations, &#38;c.;—a
+bad translation of some parts of the Lettres Edifiantes et Curieuses
+of the Missionary Jesuits.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f151'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r151'>Note 151</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 122.—<i>And if Nasser, the Arabian merchant, told no better.</i>—“La
+lecture de ces Fables plaisoit si fort aux Arabes, que, quand Mahomet
+les entretenoit de l’Histoire de l’Ancien Testament, ils les méprisoient, lui
+disant que celles que Nasser leur racontoit étoient beaucoup plus belles.
+Cette préférence attira à Nasser la malédiction de Mahomet et de tous ses
+disciples.”—<cite>D’Herbelot.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f152'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r152'>Note 152</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 122.—<i>Like the blacksmith’s apron converted into a banner.</i>—The
+blacksmith Gao, who successfully resisted the tyrant Zohak, and
+whose apron became the Royal Standard of Persia.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f153'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r153'>Note 153</a>,&#160;&#160;</span><span class='pageno' id='Page_352'>352</span>p. 125.—<i>That sublime bird, which flies always in the air, and
+never touches the earth.</i>—“The Huma, a bird peculiar to the East. It is
+supposed to fly constantly in the air, and never touch the ground: it is
+looked upon as a bird of happy omen; and that every head it overshades
+will in time wear a crown.”—<cite>Richardson.</cite></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>In the terms of alliance made by Fuzzel Oola Khan with Hyder in 1760,
+one of the stipulations was, “that he should have the distinction of two
+honorary attendants standing behind him, holding fans composed of the
+feathers of the Humma, according to the practice of his family.”—<cite>Wilk</cite>’s
+South of India. He adds in a note:—“The Humma is a fabulous bird.
+The head over which its shadow once passes will assuredly be circled with
+a crown. The splendid little bird suspended over the throne of Tippoo
+Sultaun, found at Seringapatam in 1799, was intended to represent this
+poetical fancy.”</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f154'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r154'>Note 154</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 125.—<i>Like those on the Written Mountain, last for ever.</i>—“To
+the pilgrims to Mount Sinai we must attribute the inscriptions, figures,
+&#38;c. on those rocks, which have from thence acquired the name of the
+Written Mountain.”—<cite>Volney.</cite> M. Gebelin and others have been at much
+pains to attach some mysterious and important meaning to these inscriptions;
+but Niebuhr, as well as Volney, thinks that they must have been executed
+at idle hours by the travellers to Mount Sinai, “who were satisfied with
+cutting the unpolished rock with any pointed instrument; adding to their
+names and the date of their journeys some rude figures which bespeak the
+hand of a people but little skilled in the arts.”—<cite>Niebuhr.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f155'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r155'>Note 155</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 125.—<i>Like the old Man of the Sea, upon his back.</i>—The
+Story of Sinbad.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f156'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r156'>Note 156</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 126.—<i>To which Hafez compares his mistress’s hair.</i>—See
+<cite>Nott</cite>’s Hafez, Ode v.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f157'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r157'>Note 157</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 126.—<i>To the Cámalatá, by whose rosy blossoms the heaven of
+Indra is scented.</i>—“The Cámalatá (called by Linnæus, Ipomæa) is the most
+beautiful of its order, both in the colour and form of its leaves and
+flowers; its elegant blossoms are ‘celestial rosy red, Love’s proper hue,’
+and have justly procured it the name of Cámalatá, or Love’s Creeper.”—<cite>Sir
+W. Jones.</cite></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“Cámalatá may also mean a mythological plant, by which all desires are
+granted to such as inhabit the heaven of Indra; and if ever flower was
+worthy of paradise, it is our charming Ipomæa”—<cite>Sir W. Jones.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f158'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r158'>Note 158</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 126.—<i>That flower-loving Nymph whom they worship in the
+temples of Kathay.</i>—“According to Father Premare, in his tract on Chinese
+Mythology, the mother of Fo-hi was the daughter of heaven, surnamed
+Flower-loving; and as the nymph was walking alone on the bank of a
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_353'>353</span>river, she found herself encircled by a rainbow, after which she became
+pregnant, and, at the end of twelve years, was delivered of a son radiant
+as herself.”—<cite>Asiat. Res.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f159'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r159'>Note 159</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 130.—<i>With its plane-tree Isle reflected clear.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“Numerous small islands emerge from the Lake of Cashmere. One is
+called Char Chenaur, from the plane-trees upon it.”—<cite>Foster.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f160'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r160'>Note 160</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 130.—<i>And the golden floods that thitherward stray.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The Altan Kol or Golden River of Tibet, which runs into the Lakes of
+Sing-su-hay, has abundance of gold in its sands, which employs the inhabitants
+all the summer in gathering it.”—<cite>Description of Tibet in Pinkerton.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f161'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r161'>Note 161</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 131.—<i>Blooms nowhere but in Paradise.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The Brahmins of this province insist that the blue campac flowers only
+in Paradise.”—<cite>Sir W. Jones.</cite> It appears, however, from a curious letter of
+the sultan of Menangcabow, given by Marsden, that one place on earth
+may lay claim to the possession of it. “This is the Sultan, who keeps the
+flower champaka that is blue, and to be found in no other country but his,
+being yellow elsewhere.”—<cite>Marsden</cite>’s Sumatra.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f162'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r162'>Note 162</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 131.—<i>Flung at night from angel hands.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The Mahometans suppose that falling stars are the firebrands wherewith
+the good angels drive away the bad, when they approach too near the
+empyrean or verge of the heavens.”—<cite>Fryer.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f163'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r163'>Note 163</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 132.—<i>Beneath the pillars of</i> <span class='sc'>Chilminar</span>.</p>
+
+<p class='c031'>The Forty Pillars; so the Persians call the ruins of Persepolis. It is
+imagined by them that this palace and the edifices at Balbec were built by
+Genii, for the purpose of hiding in their subterraneous caverns immense
+treasures, which still remain there.—See <cite>D’Herbelot</cite> and <cite>Volney.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f164'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r164'>Note 164</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 132.—<i>To the south of sun-bright Araby.</i>—The Isles of Panchaia.</p>
+
+<p class='c031'><cite>Diodorus</cite> mentions the Isle of Panchaia, to the south of Arabia Felix,
+where there was a temple of Jupiter. This island, or rather cluster of
+isles, has disappeared, “sunk (says <cite>Grandpré</cite>) in the abyss made by the
+fire beneath their foundations.”—<cite>Voyage to the Indian Ocean.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f165'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r165'>Note 165</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 132.—<i>The jewell’d cup of their King Jamshid.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The cup of Jamshid, discovered, they say, when digging for the foundations
+of Persepolis.”—<cite>Richardson.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f166'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r166'>Note 166</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 132.—<i>O’er coral rocks, and amber beds.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“It is not like the Sea of India, whose bottom is rich with pearls and
+ambergris, whose mountains of the coast are stored with gold and precious
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_354'>354</span>stones, whose gulfs breed creatures that yield ivory, and among the plants
+of whose shores are ebony, red wood, and the wood of Hairzan, aloes, camphor,
+cloves, sandal-wood, and all other spices and aromatics: where
+parrots and peacocks are birds of the forest, and musk and civet are collected
+upon the lands.”—<cite>Travels of Two Mohammedans.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f167'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r167'>Note 167</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 133.—<i>Thy Pagods and thy pillar’d shades.</i></p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>… “in the ground</div>
+      <div class='line'>The bended twigs take root, and daughters grow</div>
+      <div class='line'>About the mother-tree, <em>a pillar’d shade</em>,</div>
+      <div class='line'>High over-arch’d, and echoing walks between.”—<span class='sc'>Milton.</span></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c031'>For a particular description and plate of the Banyan-tree, see <cite>Cordiner</cite>’s
+Ceylon.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f168'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r168'>Note 168</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 133.—<i>Thy Monarchs and their thousand Thrones.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“With this immense treasure Mamood returned to Ghizni, and in the
+year 400 prepared a magnificent festival, where he displayed to the people
+his wealth in golden thrones and in other ornaments, in a great plain without
+the city of Ghizni.”—<cite>Ferishta.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f169'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r169'>Note 169</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 133.—<i>’Tis He of Gazna—fierce in wrath.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“Mahmood of Gazna, or Ghizni, who conquered India in the beginning
+of the 11th century.”—See his History in <cite>Dow</cite> and <cite>Sir J. Malcolm</cite>.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f170'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r170'>Note 170</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 133.—<i>Of many a young and lov’d Sultana.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“It is reported that the hunting equipage of the Sultan Mahmood was
+so magnificent, that he kept 400 greyhounds and bloodhounds, each of
+which wore a collar set with jewels, and a covering edged with gold and
+pearls.”—<cite>Universal History</cite>, vol. iii.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f171'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r171'>Note 171</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 134.—<i>For Liberty shed, so holy is.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>Objections may be made to my use of the word Liberty in this, and more
+especially in the story that follows it, as totally inapplicable to any state of
+things that has ever existed in the East; but though I cannot, of course,
+mean to employ it in that enlarged and noble sense which is so well understood
+at the present day, and, I grieve to say, so little acted upon, yet it is
+no disparagement to the word to apply it to that national independence,
+that freedom from the interference and dictation of foreigners, without
+which, indeed, no liberty of any kind can exist; and for which both
+Hindoos and Persians fought against their Mussulman invaders with, in
+many cases, a bravery that deserved much better success.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f172'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r172'>Note 172</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 136.—<i>Now among</i> <span class='sc'>Afric’s</span> <i>lunar Mountains.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The Mountains of the Moon, or the Montes Lunæ of antiquity, at the
+foot of which the Nile is supposed to rise.”—<cite>Bruce.</cite></p>
+
+<p class='c031'><span class='pageno' id='Page_355'>355</span>“Sometimes called,” says <cite>Jackson</cite>, “Jibbel Kumrie, or the white or
+lunar-coloured mountains; so a white horse is called by the Arabians a
+moon-coloured horse.”</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f173'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r173'>Note 173</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 136.—<i>And hail the new-born Giant’s smile.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The Nile, which the Abyssinians know by the names of Abey and
+Alawy, or the Giant.”—<cite>Asiat. Research.</cite> vol. i. p. 387.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f174'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r174'>Note 174</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 136.—<i>Her grots, and sepulchres of Kings.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>See Perry’s View of the Levant for an account of the sepulchres in
+Upper Thebes, and the numberless grots, covered all over with hieroglyphics
+in the mountains of Upper Egypt.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f175'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r175'>Note 175</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 136.—<i>In warm</i> <span class='sc'>Rosetta’s</span> <i>vale—now loves.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The orchards of Rosetta are filled with turtle-doves.”—<cite>Sonnini.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f176'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r176'>Note 176</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 136.—<i>The azure calm of</i> <span class='sc'>Mœris’</span> <i>Lake.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>Savary mentions the pelicans upon Lake Mœris.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f177'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r177'>Note 177</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 137.—<i>Warns them to their silken beds.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The superb date-tree, whose head languidly reclines, like that of a
+handsome woman overcome with sleep.”—<cite>Dafard el Hadad.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f178'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r178'>Note 178</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 137.—<i>Some purple-wing’d Sultana sitting.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“That beautiful bird, with plumage of the finest shining blue, with
+purple beak and legs, the natural and living ornament of the temples and
+palaces of the Greeks and Romans, which, from the stateliness of its port,
+as well as the brilliancy of its colours, has obtained the title of Sultana.”—<cite>Sonnini.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f179'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r179'>Note 179</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 138.—<i>Only the fierce hyæna stalks.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>Jackson, speaking of the plague that occurred in West Barbary, when
+he was there, says, “The birds of the air fled away from the abodes of
+men. The hyænas, on the contrary, visited the cemeteries,” &#38;c.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f180'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r180'>Note 180</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 138.—<i>Throughout the city’s desolate walks.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“Gondar was full of hyænas from the time it turned dark till the dawn
+of day, seeking the different pieces of slaughtered carcasses, which this
+cruel and unclean people expose in the streets without burial, and who
+firmly believe that these animals are Falashta from the neighbouring
+mountains, transformed by magic, and come down to eat human flesh in
+the dark in safety.”—<cite>Bruce.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f181'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r181'>Note 181</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 138.—<i>The glaring of those large blue eyes.</i>—Bruce.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f182'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r182'>Note 182</a>,&#160;&#160;</span><span class='pageno' id='Page_356'>356</span>p. 140.—<i>But see—who yonder comes by stealth.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>This circumstance has been often introduced into poetry;—by Vincentius
+Fabricius, by Darwin, and lately, with very powerful effect, by Mr. Wilson.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f183'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r183'>Note 183</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 142.—<i>Who sings at the last his own death-lay.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“In the East, they suppose the Phœnix to have fifty orifices in his bill,
+which are continued to his tail; and that, after living one thousand years,
+he builds himself a funeral pile, sings a melodious air of different harmonies
+through his fifty organ pipes, flaps his wings with a velocity which sets fire
+to the wood, and consumes himself.”—<cite>Richardson.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f184'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r184'>Note 184</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 144.—<i>Their first sweet draught of glory take.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“On the shores of a quadrangular lake stand a thousand goblets, made
+of stars, out of which souls predestined to enjoy felicity drink the crystal
+wave.”—From <cite>Châteaubriand</cite>’s Description of the Mahometan Paradise, in
+his <cite>Beauties of Christianity</cite>.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f185'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r185'>Note 185</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 145.—<i>Now, upon</i> <span class='sc'>Syria’s</span> <i>land of roses.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>Richardson thinks that Syria had its name from Suri, a beautiful and
+delicate species of rose, for which that country has been always famous;—hence,
+Suristan, the Land of Roses.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f186'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r186'>Note 186</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 145.—<i>Gay lizards, glittering on the walls.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The number of lizards I saw one day in the great court of the Temple
+of the Sun at Balbec amounted to many thousands; the ground, the walls,
+and stones of the ruined buildings, were covered with them.”—<cite>Bruce.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f187'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r187'>Note 187</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 146.—<i>Of shepherd’s ancient reed.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The Syrinx, or Pan’s pipe, is still a pastoral instrument in Syria.”—<cite>Russel.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f188'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r188'>Note 188</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 146.—<i>Of the wild bees of</i> <span class='sc'>Palestine</span>.</p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“Wild bees, frequent in Palestine, in hollow trunks or branches of trees,
+and the clefts of rocks. Thus it is said (Psalm lxxxi.), ‘<i>honey out of the
+stony rock</i>.’”—<cite>Burder</cite>’s Oriental Customs.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f189'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r189'>Note 189</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 146.—<i>And woods, so full of nightingales.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The river Jordan is on both sides beset with little, thick, and pleasant
+woods, among which thousands of nightingales warble all together.”—<cite>Thevenot.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f190'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r190'>Note 190</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 146.—<i>On that great Temple, once his own.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>The Temple of the Sun at Balbec.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f191'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r191'>Note 191</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 147.—<i>The beautiful blue damsel flies.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“You behold there a considerable number of a remarkable species of
+beautiful insects, the elegance of whose appearance and their attire procured
+for them the name of Damsels.”—<cite>Sonnini.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f192'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r192'>Note 192</a>,&#160;&#160;</span><span class='pageno' id='Page_357'>357</span>p. 147.—<i>Of a small imaret’s rustic fount.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>Imaret, “hospice où on loge et nourrit, gratis, les pélerins pendant trois
+jours.”—<cite>Toderini, translated by the Abbé de Cournand.</cite>—See also <cite>Castellan</cite>’s
+Mœurs des Othomans, tom. v. p. 145.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f193'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r193'>Note 193</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 149.—<i>Kneels, with his forehead to the south.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“Such Turks, as at the common hours of prayer are on the road, or so
+employed as not to find convenience to attend the mosques, are still obliged
+to execute that duty; nor are they ever known to fail, whatever business
+they are then about, but pray immediately when the hour alarms them,
+whatever they are about, in that very place they chance to stand on; insomuch
+that when a janissary, whom you have to guard you up and down
+the city, hears the notice which is given him from the steeples, he will turn
+about, stand still, and beckon with his hand, to tell his charge he must have
+patience for awhile; when, taking out his handkerchief, he spreads it on
+the ground, sits cross-legged thereupon, and says his prayers, though in the
+open market, which, having ended, he leaps briskly up, salutes the person
+whom he undertook to convey, and renews his journey with the mild
+expression of <i>Ghell gohnnum ghell</i>, or, Come, dear, follow me.”—<cite>Aaron Hill</cite>’s
+Travels.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f194'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r194'>Note 194</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 151.—<i>Upon</i> <span class='sc'>Egypt’s</span> <i>land, of so healing a power.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>The Nucta, or Miraculous Drop, which falls in Egypt precisely on
+St. John’s Day, in June, and is supposed to have the effect of stopping the
+plague.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f195'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r195'>Note 195</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 153.—<i>Are the diamond turrets of</i> <span class='sc'>Shadukiam</span>.</p>
+
+<p class='c031'>The Country of Delight—the name of a province in the kingdom of
+Jinnistan, or Fairy Land, the capital of which is called the City of Jewels.
+Amberabad is another of the cities of Jinnistan.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f196'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r196'>Note 196</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 153.—<i>My feast is now of the Tooba Tree.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>The tree Tooba, that stands in Paradise, in the palace of Mahomet. See
+<cite>Sale’s Prelim. Disc.</cite>—Tooba, says <cite>D’Herbelot</cite>, signifies beatitude, or eternal
+happiness.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f197'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r197'>Note 197</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 154.—<i>To the lote-tree, springing by</i> <span class='sc'>Alla’s</span> <i>throne.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>Mahomet is described, in the 53d chapter of the Koran, as having seen
+the Angel Gabriel “by the lote-tree, beyond which there is no passing:
+near it is the Garden of Eternal Abode.” This tree, say the commentators,
+stands in the seventh Heaven, on the right hand of the Throne of God.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f198'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r198'>Note 198</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 155.—<i>As the hundred and twenty thousand Streams of Basra.</i>—“It
+is said that the rivers or streams of Basra were reckoned in the time
+of Pelal ben Abi Bordeh, and amounted to the number of one hundred and
+twenty thousand streams.”—<cite>Ebn Haukal.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f199'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r199'>Note 199</a>,&#160;&#160;</span><span class='pageno' id='Page_358'>358</span>p. 155.—<i>Who, like them, flung the jereed carelessly.</i>—The name
+of the javelin with which the Easterns exercise. See <cite>Castellan, Mœurs des
+Othomans</cite>, tom. iii. p. 161.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f200'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r200'>Note 200</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 156.—<i>The Banyan Hospital.</i>—“This account excited a desire
+of visiting the Banyan Hospital, as I had heard much of their benevolence
+to all kinds of animals that were either sick, lame, or infirm, through age or
+accident. On my arrival, there were presented to my view many horses,
+cows, and oxen, in one apartment; in another, dogs, sheep, goats, and
+monkeys, with clean straw for them to repose on. Above stairs were
+depositories for seeds of many sorts, and flat, broad dishes for water, for the
+use of birds and insects.”—<cite>Parson</cite>’s Travels.</p>
+
+<p class='c031'>It is said that all animals know the Banyans, that the most timid
+approach them, and that birds will fly nearer to them than to other
+people.—See <cite>Grandpré</cite>.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f201'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r201'>Note 201</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 157.—<i>Like that of the fragrant grass near the Ganges.</i>—“A
+very fragrant grass from the banks of the Ganges, near Heridwar, which in
+some places covers whole acres, and diffuses, when crushed, a strong odour.”—<cite>Sir
+W. Jones</cite>, on the Spikenard of the Ancients.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f202'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r202'>Note 202</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 157.—<i>No one had ever yet reached its summit.</i>—“Near this
+is a curious hill, called Koh Talism, the Mountain of the Talisman, because,
+according to the traditions of the country, no person ever succeeded in
+gaining its summit.”—<cite>Kinneir.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f203'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r203'>Note 203</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 158.—<i>Is warmed into life by the eyes alone.</i>—“The Arabians
+believe that the ostriches hatch their young by only looking at them.”—<cite>P.
+Vanslebe, Rélat. d’Egypte.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f204'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r204'>Note 204</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 159.—<i>And then lost them again for ever.</i>—See <cite>Sale</cite>’s Koran,
+note, vol. ii. p. 484.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f205'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r205'>Note 205</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 159.—<i>While the artisans in chariots.</i>—Oriental Tales.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f206'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r206'>Note 206</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 160.—<i>Who kept waving over their heads plates of gold and
+silver flowers.</i>—Ferishta. “Or rather,” says <cite>Scott</cite>, upon the passage of
+Ferishta, from which this is taken, “small coins, stamped with the figure
+of a flower. They are still used in India to distribute in charity, and, on
+occasion, thrown by the purse-bearers of the great among the populace.”</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f207'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r207'>Note 207</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 160.—<i>Alley of trees.</i>—The fine road made by the emperor
+Jehan-Guire from Agra to Lahore, planted with trees on each side. This
+road is 250 leagues in length. It has “little pyramids or turrets,” says
+<cite>Fernier</cite>, “erected every half league, to mark the ways, and frequent wells
+to afford drink to passengers, and to water the young trees.”</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f208'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r208'>Note 208</a>,&#160;&#160;</span><span class='pageno' id='Page_359'>359</span>p. 162.—<i>That favourite tree of the luxurious bird that lights up
+the chambers of its nest with fire-flies.</i>—The Baya, or Indian Gross-beak.—<cite>Sir
+W. Jones.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f209'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r209'>Note 209</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 162.—<i>On the clear cold waters of which floated multitudes of
+the beautiful red lotus.</i>—“Here is a large pagoda by a tank, on the water of
+which float multitudes of the beautiful red lotus; the flower is larger than
+that of the white water-lily, and is the most lovely of the nymphæas I
+have seen.”—<cite>Mrs. Graham</cite>’s Journal of a Residence in India.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f210'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r210'>Note 210</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 163.—<i>Had fled hither from their Arab conquerors.</i>—“On les
+voit persécutés par les Khalifes se retirer dans les montagnes du Kerman:
+plusieurs choisirent pour retraite la Tartarie et la Chine; d’autres s’arrêtè-rent
+sur les bords du Gange, à l’est de Delhi.”—<cite>M. Anquetil</cite>, Mémoires de
+l’Académie, tom. xxxi. p. 346.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f211'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r211'>Note 211</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 163.—<i>Like their own Fire in the Burning Field at Bakou.</i>—The
+“Ager ardens” described by <cite>Kæmpfer, Amœnitat. Exot.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f212'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r212'>Note 212</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 164.—<i>The prey of strangers.</i>—“Cashmere (says its historians)
+had its own princes 4000 years before its conquest by Akbar in 1585. Akbar
+would have found some difficulty to reduce this paradise of the Indies,
+situated as it is within such a fortress of mountains, but its monarch,
+Yusef-Khan, was basely betrayed by his Omrahs.”—<cite>Pennant.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f213'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r213'>Note 213</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 164.—<i>Fire-worshippers.</i>—Voltaire tells us that in his
+Tragedy, “Les Guèbres,” he was generally supposed to have alluded to the
+Jansenists. I should not be surprised if this story of the Fire-worshippers
+were found capable of a similar doubleness of application.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f214'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r214'>Note 214</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 169.—<i>’Tis moonlight over</i> <span class='sc'>Oman’s</span> <i>sea.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>The Persian Gulf, sometimes so called, which separates the shores of
+Persia and Arabia.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f215'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r215'>Note 215</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 169.—<i>’Tis moonlight in</i> <span class='sc'>Harmozia’s</span> <i>walls.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>The present Gombaroon, a town on the Persian side of the Gulf.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f216'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r216'>Note 216</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 169.—<i>Of trumpet and the clash of zel.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>A Moorish instrument of music.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f217'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r217'>Note 217</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 170.—<i>The wind-tower on the</i> <span class='sc'>Emir’s</span> <i>dome.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“At Gombaroon and other places in Persia, they have towers for the
+purpose of catching the wind, and cooling the houses.”—<cite>Le Bruyn.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f218'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r218'>Note 218</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 170.—<i>His race hath brought on</i> <span class='sc'>Iran’s</span> <i>name.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“Iran is the true general name for the empire of Persia.”—<cite>Asiat. Res.</cite>
+Disc. 5.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f219'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r219'>Note 219</a>,&#160;&#160;</span><span class='pageno' id='Page_360'>360</span>p. 170.—<i>Engraven on his reeking sword.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“On the blades of their scimitars some verse from the Koran is usually
+inscribed.”—<cite>Russel.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f220'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r220'>Note 220</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 171.—<i>Draw venom forth that drives men mad.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“There is a kind of Rhododendros about Trebizond, whose flowers the
+bee feeds upon, and the honey thence drives people mad.”—<cite>Tournefort.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f221'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r221'>Note 221</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 172.—<i>Upon the turban of a king.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“Their kings wear plumes of black herons’ feathers upon the right side,
+as a badge of sovereignty.”—<cite>Hanway.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f222'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r222'>Note 222</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 173.—<i>Springing in a desolate mountain.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The Fountain of Youth, by a Mahometan tradition, is situated in some
+dark region of the East.”—<cite>Richardson.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f223'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r223'>Note 223</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 173.—<i>On summer-eves, through</i> <span class='sc'>Yemen’s</span> <i>dales.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>Arabia Felix.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f224'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r224'>Note 224</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 174.—<i>Who, lull’d in cool kiosk or bower.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“In the midst of the garden is the chiosk, that is, a large room, commonly
+beautified with a fine fountain in the midst of it. It is raised nine
+or ten steps, and inclosed with gilded lattices, round which vines, jessamines,
+and honeysuckles, make a sort of green wall; large trees are planted round
+this place, which is the scene of their greatest pleasures.”—<cite>Lady M. W.
+Montague.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f225'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r225'>Note 225</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 174.—<i>Before their mirrors count the time.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>The women of the East are never without their looking-glasses. “In
+Barbary,” says <cite>Shaw</cite>, “they are so fond of their looking-glasses, which they
+hang upon their breasts, that they will not lay them aside, even when after
+the drudgery of the day they are obliged to go two or three miles with a
+pitcher or a goat’s skin to fetch water.”—<cite>Travels.</cite></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>In other parts of Asia they wear little looking-glasses on their thumbs.
+“Hence (and from the lotus being considered the emblem of beauty) is
+the meaning of the following mute intercourse of two lovers before their
+parents:—</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>“‘He, with salute of deference due,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>A lotus to his forehead prest;</div>
+      <div class='line'>She rais’d her mirror to his view,</div>
+      <div class='line in2'>Then turn’d it inward to her breast.’”</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='c032'><cite>Asiatic Miscellany</cite>, vol. ii.</div>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f226'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r226'>Note 226</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 174.—<i>Upon the emerald’s virgin blaze.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“They say that if a snake or serpent fix his eyes on the lustre of those
+stones (emeralds), he immediately becomes blind.”—<cite>Ahmed ben Abdalaziz</cite>
+Treatise on Jewels.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f227'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r227'>Note 227</a>,&#160;&#160;</span><span class='pageno' id='Page_361'>361</span>p. 175.—<i>After the day-beam’s withering fire.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“At Gombaroon and the Isle of Ormus, it is sometimes so hot that the
+people are obliged to lie all day in the water.”—<cite>Marco Polo.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f228'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r228'>Note 228</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 176.—<i>Of</i> <span class='sc'>Ararat’s</span> <i>tremendous peak.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>This mountain is generally supposed to be inaccessible. <cite>Struy</cite> says,
+“I can well assure the reader that their opinion is not true, who suppose
+this mount to be inaccessible.” He adds, that “the lower part of the
+mountain is cloudy, misty, and dark; the middlemost part very cold, and
+like clouds of snow; but the upper regions perfectly calm.”—It was on this
+mountain that the ark was supposed to have rested after the Deluge, and
+part of it, they say, exists there still, which Struy thus gravely accounts
+for:—“Whereas none can remember that the air on the top of the hill did
+ever change or was subject either to wind or rain, which is presumed to be
+the reason that the Ark has endured so long without being rotten.”—See
+<cite>Carreri</cite>’s Travels, where the Doctor laughs at this whole account of Mount
+Ararat.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f229'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r229'>Note 229</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 177.—<i>The bridegroom, with his locks of light.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>In one of the books of the Shâh Nâmeh, when Zal (a celebrated hero of
+Persia, remarkable for his white hair) comes to the terrace of his mistress
+Rodahver at night, she lets down her long tresses to assist him in his
+ascent;—he, however, manages it in a less romantic way, by fixing his
+crook in a projecting beam.—See <cite>Champion’s Ferdosi</cite>.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f230'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r230'>Note 230</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 177.—<i>The rock-goats of</i> <span class='sc'>Arabia</span> <i>clamber.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“On the lofty hills of Arabia Petræa are rock-goats.”—<cite>Niebuhr.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f231'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r231'>Note 231</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 178.—<i>Some ditty to her soft Kanoon.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“Canun, espèce de psaltérion, avec des cordes de boyaux; les dames en
+touchent dans le sérail, avec des écailles armées de pointes de cooc.”—<cite>Toderini,
+translated by De Cournand.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f232'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r232'>Note 232</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 184.—<i>The Gheber belt that round him clung.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“They (the Ghebers) lay so much stress on their cushee or girdle, as not
+to dare to be an instant without it.”—<cite>Grose</cite>’s Voyage.—“Le jeune homme
+nia d’abord la chose; mais, ayant été dépouillé de sa robe, et la large
+ceinture qu’il portoit comme Ghebr,” &#38;c. &#38;c.—<cite>D’Herbelot</cite>, art. Agduani.
+“Pour se distinguer des Idolâtres de l’Inde, les Guèbres se ceignent tous
+d’un cordon de laine, ou de poil de chameau.”—<cite>Encyclopédie Françoise.</cite></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>D’Herbelot says this belt was generally of leather.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f233'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r233'>Note 233</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 184.—<i>Among the living lights of heaven.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“They suppose the Throne of the Almighty is seated in the sun, and
+hence their worship of that luminary.”—<cite>Hanway.</cite> “As to fire, the Ghebers
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_362'>362</span>place the spring-head of it in that globe of fire the Sun, by them called
+Mythras, or Mihir, to which they pay the highest reverence, in gratitude
+for the manifold benefits flowing from its ministerial omniscience. But they
+are so far from confounding the subordination of the Servant with the
+majesty of its Creator, that they not only attribute no sort of sense or
+reasoning to the sun or fire, in any of its operations, but consider it as
+a purely passive blind instrument, directed and governed by the immediate
+impression on it of the will of God: but they do not even give that
+luminary, all-glorious as it is, more than the second rank amongst his works,
+reserving the first for that stupendous production of divine power, the mind
+of man.”—<cite>Grose.</cite> The false charges brought against the religion of these
+people by their Mussulman tyrants is but one proof among many of the
+truth of this writer’s remark, that “calumny is often added to oppression,
+if but for the sake of justifying it.”</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f234'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r234'>Note 234</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 188.—<i>And fiery darts, at intervals.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The Mameluks that were in the other boat, when it was dark, used to
+shoot up a sort of fiery arrows into the air, which in some measure resembled
+lightning or falling stars.”—<cite>Baumgarten.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f235'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r235'>Note 235</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 190.—<i>Which grows over the tomb of the musician, Tan-Sein.</i>—“Within
+the inclosure which surrounds this monument (at Gualior) is
+a small tomb to the memory of Tan-Sein, a musician of incomparable skill,
+who flourished at the court of Akbar. The tomb is overshadowed by a tree,
+concerning which a superstitious notion prevails, that the chewing of its
+leaves will give an extraordinary melody to the voice.”—<cite>Narrative of a
+Journey from Agra to Ouzein, by W. Hunter, Esq.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f236'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r236'>Note 236</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 190.—<i>The awful signal of the bamboo staff.</i>—“It is usual to
+place a small white triangular flag, fixed to a bamboo staff of ten or twelve
+feet long, at the place where a tiger has destroyed a man. It is common for
+the passengers also to throw each a stone or brick near the spot, so that in
+the course of a little time a pile equal to a good waggon-load is collected.
+The sight of these flags and piles of stones imparts a certain melancholy,
+not perhaps altogether void of apprehension.”—<cite>Oriental Field Sports</cite>,
+vol. ii.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f237'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r237'>Note 237</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 190.—<i>Ornamented with the most beautiful porcelain.</i>—“The
+Ficus Indica is called the Pagod Tree and Tree of Councils; the first, from
+the idols placed under its shade; the second, because meetings were held
+under its cool branches. In some places it is believed to be the haunt of
+spectres, as the ancient spreading oaks of Wales have been of fairies; in
+others are erected beneath the shade pillars of stone, or posts, elegantly
+carved, and ornamented with the most beautiful porcelain to supply the use
+of mirrors.”—<cite>Pennant.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f238'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r238'>Note 238</a>,&#160;&#160;</span><span class='pageno' id='Page_363'>363</span>p. 192.—<i>And o’er the Green Sea palely shines.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>The Persian Gulf—“To dive for pearls in the Green Sea, or Persian
+Gulf.”—<cite>Sir W. Jones.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f239'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r239'>Note 239</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 192.—<span class='verse-footnote'><i>Revealing</i> <span class='sc'>Bahrein’s</span> <i>groves of palm,<br>
+         And lighting</i> <span class='sc'>Kishma’s</span> <i>amber vines.</i></span></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>Islands in the Gulf.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f240'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r240'>Note 240</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 192.—<i>Blow round</i> <span class='sc'>Selama’s</span> <i>sainted cape.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>Or Selemeh, the genuine name 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.”—<cite>Morier.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f241'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r241'>Note 241</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 193.—<i>The nightingale now bends her flight.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The nightingale sings from the pomegranate groves in the day-time,
+and from the loftiest trees at night.”—<cite>Russel</cite>’s Aleppo.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f242'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r242'>Note 242</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 193.—<i>The best and brightest scimitar.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>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.”</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f243'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r243'>Note 243</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 194.—<i>Who, on</i> <span class='sc'>Cadessia’s</span> <i>bloody plains.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>The place where the Persians were finally defeated by the Arabs, and
+their ancient monarchy destroyed.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f244'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r244'>Note 244</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 194.—<i>Beyond the Caspian’s Iron Gates.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>Derbend.—“Les Turcs appellent cette ville Demir Capi, Porte de Fer;
+ce sont les Caspiæ Portæ des anciens.”—<cite>D’Herbelot.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f245'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r245'>Note 245</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 195.—<i>They burst, like Zeilan’s giant palm.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>The Talpot or Talipot-tree. “This beautiful palm-tree, which grows in
+the heart of the forests, may be classed among the loftiest 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.”—<cite>Thunberg.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f246'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r246'>Note 246</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 196.—<i>Before whose sabre’s dazzling light.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“When the bright cimitars make the eyes of our heroes wink.”—<cite>The
+Moallakat, Poem of Amru.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f247'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r247'>Note 247</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 198.—<i>Sprung from those old, enchanted kings.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>Tahmuras, and other ancient kings of Persia; whose adventures in
+Fairy-land among the Peris and Dives may be found in Richardson’s curious
+Dissertation. The griffin Simoorgh, they say, took some feathers from her
+breast for Tahmuras, with which he adorned his helmet, and transmitted
+them afterwards to his descendants.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f248'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r248'>Note 248</a>,&#160;&#160;</span><span class='pageno' id='Page_364'>364</span>p. 199.—<i>Of sainted cedars on its banks.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>This rivulet, says Dandini, is called the Holy river from the “cedar-saints”
+among which it rises.</p>
+
+<p class='c031'>In the <cite>Lettres Edifiantes</cite>, there is a different cause assigned for its name
+of Holy. “In these are deep caverns, which formerly served as so many
+cells for a great number of recluses, who had chosen these retreats as the
+only witnesses upon earth of the severity of their penance. The tears of
+these pious penitents gave the river of which we have just treated the name
+of the Holy River.”—See <cite>Châteaubriand</cite>’s Beauties of Christianity.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f249'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r249'>Note 249</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 200.—<i>Of</i> <span class='sc'>Oman</span> <i>beetling awfully.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>This mountain is my own creation, as the “stupendous chain,” of which
+I suppose it a link, does not extend quite so far as the shores of the Persian
+Gulf. “This long and lofty range of mountains formerly divided Media
+from Assyria, and now forms the boundary of the Persian and Turkish
+empires. It runs parallel with the river Tigris and Persian Gulf, and almost
+disappearing in the vicinity of Gomberoon (Harmozia), seems once more to
+rise in the southern districts of Kerman, and following an easterly course
+through the centre of Meckraun and Balouchistan, is entirely lost in the
+deserts of Sinde.”—<cite>Kinneir</cite>’s Persian Empire.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f250'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r250'>Note 250</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 201.—<i>That oft the sleeping albatross.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>These birds sleep in the air. They are most common about the Cape of
+Good Hope.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f251'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r251'>Note 251</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p 201.—<i>Beneath the Gheber’s lonely cliff.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>There is an extraordinary hill in this neighbourhood, called Kohé Gubr,
+or the Guebre’s mountain. It rises in the form of a lofty cupola, and on
+the summit of it, they say, are the remains of an Atush Kudu, or Fire-Temple.
+It is superstitiously held to be the residence of Deeves or
+Sprites, and many marvellous stories are recounted of the injury and
+witchcraft suffered by those who essayed in former days to ascend or
+explore it.<a id='tn-qm6'></a>—<cite>Pottinger</cite>’s Beloochistan.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f252'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r252'>Note 252</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 202.—<i>Of that vast mountain stood on fire.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>The Ghebers generally built their temples over subterraneous fires.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f253'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r253'>Note 253</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 202.—<i>Still did the mighty flame burn on.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“At the city of Yezd, in Persia, which is distinguished by the appellation
+of the Darûb Abadut, or Seat of Religion, the Guebres are permitted
+to have an Atush Kudu, or Fire-Temple, (which, they assert, has had
+the sacred fire in it since the days of Zoroaster,) in their own compartment
+of the city; but for this indulgence they are indebted to the
+avarice, not the tolerance, of the Persian government, which taxes them
+at twenty-five rupees each man.”—<cite>Pottinger</cite>’s Beloochistan.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f254'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r254'>Note 254</a>,&#160;&#160;</span><span class='pageno' id='Page_365'>365</span>p. 204.—<i>The blood of</i> <span class='sc'>Zal</span> <i>and</i> <span class='sc'>Rustam</span> <i>rolls.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>Ancient heroes of Persia. “Among the Guebres there are some who
+boast their descent from Rustam.”—<cite>Stephen</cite>’s Persia.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f255'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r255'>Note 255</a>,&#160;&#160;</span><a id='tn-searobber2'></a>p. 204.—<i>Across the dark sea-robber’s way.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>See Russel’s account of the panther’s attacking travellers in the night
+on the sea-shore about the roots of Lebanon.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f256'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r256'>Note 256</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 206.—<i>The wandering Spirits of their Dead.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“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.”—<cite>Richardson.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f257'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r257'>Note 257</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 206.—<i>Nor charmed leaf of pure pomegranate.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>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.”</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f258'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r258'>Note 258</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 206.—<i>Nor symbol of their worshipp’d planet.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“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 hands, and offer
+incense to the sun.”—<cite>Rabbi Benjamin.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f259'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r259'>Note 259</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 206.—<i>They swore the latest, holiest deed.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“Nul d’entre eux oseroit se parjurer, quand il a pris à témoin cet élément
+terrible et vengeur.”—<cite>Encyclopédie Françoise.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f260'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r260'>Note 260</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 207.—<i>The Persian lily shines and towers.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“A vivid verdure succeeds the autumnal rains, and the ploughed fields
+are covered with the Persian lily, of a resplendent yellow colour.”—<cite>Russel</cite>’s
+Aleppo.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f261'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r261'>Note 261</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 210.—<i>When toss’d at midnight furiously.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“It is observed, with respect to the Sea of Herkend, that when it is
+tossed by tempestuous winds it sparkles like fire.”—<cite>Travels of Two
+Mohammedans.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f262'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r262'>Note 262</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 210.—<i>Up, daughter, up—the</i> <span class='sc'>Kerna’s</span> <i>breath.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>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.”—<cite>Richardson.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f263'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r263'>Note 263</a>,&#160;&#160;</span><span class='pageno' id='Page_366'>366</span>p. 212.—<i>Thou wor’st on</i> <span class='sc'>Ohod’s</span> <i>field of death.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“Mohammed had two helmets, an interior and exterior one; the
+latter of which, called Al Mawashah, the fillet, wreath, or wreathed garland,
+he wore at the battle of Ohod.”—<cite>Universal History.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f264'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r264'>Note 264</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 214.—<i>But turn to ashes on the lips.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>They say that there are apple-trees upon the sides of this sea, which
+bear very lovely fruit, but within are all full of ashes.—<cite>Thevenot.</cite> The
+same is asserted of the oranges there; vide <cite>Witman</cite>’s Travels in Asiatic
+Turkey.</p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The Asphalt Lake, known by the name of the Dead Sea, is very remarkable
+on account of the considerable proportion of salt which it contains.
+In this respect it surpasses every other known water on the surface of
+the earth. This great proportion of bitter tasted salts is the reason why
+neither animal nor plant can live in this water.”—<cite>Klaproth</cite>’s Chemical
+Analysis of the Water of the Dead Sea, Annals of Philosophy, January,
+1813. <cite>Hasselquist</cite>, however, doubts the truth of this last assertion, as
+there are shell-fish to be found in the lake.</p>
+
+<p class='c031'>Lord Byron has a similar allusion to the fruits of the Dead Sea, in
+that wonderful display of genius, his third Canto of Childe Harold,—magnificent
+beyond any thing, perhaps, that even <em>he</em> has ever written.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f265'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r265'>Note 265</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 214.—<i>While lakes, that shone in mockery nigh.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The Suhrab, or Water of the Desert, is said to be caused by the rarefaction
+of the atmosphere from extreme heat; and, which augments the
+delusion, it is most frequent in hollows, where water might be expected to
+lodge. I have seen bushes and trees reflected in it with as much accuracy
+as though it had been the face of a clear and still lake.”—<cite>Pottinger.</cite></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“As to the unbelievers, their works are like a vapour in a plain which
+the thirsty traveller thinketh to be water, until when he cometh thereto he
+findeth it to be nothing.”—<cite>Koran</cite>, chap. 24.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f266'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r266'>Note 266</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 215.—<i>The <a id='tn-bidmusk'></a>Bid-musk had just passed over.</i>—“A wind which
+prevails in February, called Bidmusk, from a small and odoriferous flower
+of that name.”—“The wind which blows these flowers commonly lasts till
+the end of the month.”—<cite>Le Bruyn.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f267'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r267'>Note 267</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 215.—<i>The sea-gipsies, who live for ever on the water.</i>—“The
+Biajús are of two races: the one is settled on Borneo, and are a rude but
+warlike and industrious nation, who reckon themselves the original
+possessors of the island of Borneo. The other is a species of sea-gipsies or
+itinerant fishermen, who live in small covered boats, and enjoy a perpetual
+summer on the eastern ocean, shifting to leeward from island to island,
+with the variations of the monsoon. In some of their customs this
+singular race resemble the natives of the Maldivia islands. The Maldivians
+annually launch a small bark, loaded with perfumes, gums, flowers, and
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_367'>367</span>odoriferous wood, and turn it adrift at the mercy of winds and waves, as an
+offering to the <i>Spirit of the Winds</i>; and sometimes similar offerings are
+made to the spirit whom they term the <i>King of the Sea</i>. In like manner
+the Biajús perform their offering to the God of Evil, launching a small
+bark, loaded with all the sins and misfortunes of the nation, which are
+imagined to fall on the unhappy crew that may be so unlucky as first to
+meet with it.”—<cite>Dr. Leyden</cite> on the Languages and Literature of the Indo-Chinese
+Nations.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f268'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r268'>Note 268</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 215.—<i>The violet sherbets.</i>—“The sweet-scented violet is one
+of the plants most esteemed, particularly for its great use in Sorbet, which
+they make of violet sugar.”—<cite>Hasselquist.</cite></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The sherbet they most esteem, and which is drunk by the Grand Signor
+himself, is made of violets and sugar.”—<cite>Tavernier.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f269'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r269'>Note 269</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 215.—<i>The pathetic measure of Nava.</i>—“Last of all she took
+a guitar, and sung a pathetic air in the measure called Nava, which is always
+used to express the lamentations of absent lovers.”—<cite>Persian Tales.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f270'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r270'>Note 270</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 217.—<i>No music tim’d her parting oar.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The Easterns used to set out on their longer voyages with music.”—<cite>Harmer.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f271'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r271'>Note 271</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 217.—<i>In silence through the Gate of Tears.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“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 had the boldness to hazard the passage
+through it into the Ethiopic ocean.”—<cite>Richardson.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f272'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r272'>Note 272</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 218.—<i>In the still warm and living breath.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“I have been told that whensoever an animal falls down dead, one or
+more vultures, unseen before, instantly appear.”—<cite>Pennant.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f273'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r273'>Note 273</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 218.—<i>As a young bird of</i> <span class='sc'>Babylon</span>.</p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“They fasten some writing to the wings of a Bagdat or Babylonian
+pigeon.”—<cite>Travels of certain Englishmen.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f274'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r274'>Note 274</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 219.—<i>Shooting around their jasper fount.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The Empress of Jehan-Guire used to divert herself with feeding tame
+fish in her canals, some of which were many years afterwards known by
+fillets of gold, which she caused to be put round them.”—<cite>Harris.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f275'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r275'>Note 275</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 219.—<i>To tell her ruby rosary.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“Le Tespih, qui est un chapelet composé de 99 petites boules d’agate, de
+jaspe, d’ambre, de corail, ou d’autre matière précieuse. J’en ai vu un
+superbe au Seigneur Jerpos; il étoit de belles et grosses perles parfaites et
+égales, estimé trente mille piastres.”—<cite>Toderini.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f276'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r276'>Note 276</a>,&#160;&#160;</span><span class='pageno' id='Page_368'>368</span>p. 223.—<i>Like meteor brands as if throughout.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>The meteors that Pliny calls “faces.”</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f277'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r277'>Note 277</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 224.—<i>The Star of</i> <span class='sc'>Egypt</span> <i>whose proud light.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The brilliant Canopus, unseen in European climates.”—<cite>Brown.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f278'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r278'>Note 278</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 224.—<i>In the White Islands of the West.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>See Wilford’s learned Essays on the Sacred Isles in the West.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f279'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r279'>Note 279</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 225.—<i>Sparkles, as ’twere that <a id='tn-lightgem'></a>lightning-gem.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>A precious stone of the Indies, called by the ancients Ceraunium,
+because it was supposed to be found in places where thunder had fallen.
+Tertullian says it has a glittering appearance, as if there had been fire in
+it; and the author of the Dissertation in Harris’s Voyages supposes it to
+be the opal.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f280'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r280'>Note 280</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 227.—<i>Their garb—the leathern belt that wraps.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'><cite>D’Herbelot</cite>, art. Agduani.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f281'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r281'>Note 281</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 227.—<i>Each yellow vest—that rebel hue.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The Guebres are known by a dark yellow colour, which the men affect
+in their clothes.”—<cite>Thevenot.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f282'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r282'>Note 282</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 227.—<i>The Tartar fleece upon their caps.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The Kolah or cap, worn by the Persians, is made of the skin of the
+sheep of Tartary.”—<cite>Waring.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f283'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r283'>Note 283</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 234.—<i>Open her bosom’s glowing veil.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>A frequent image among the Oriental poets. “The nightingales warbled
+their enchanting notes, and rent the thin veils of the rosebud and the
+rose.”—<cite>Jami.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f284'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r284'>Note 284</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 237.—<i>The sorrowful tree, Nilica.</i>—“Blossoms of the sorrowful
+Nyctanthes give a durable colour to silk.”—<cite>Remarks on the Husbandry
+of Bengal</cite>, p. 200. Nilica is one of the Indian names of this flower.—<cite>Sir
+W. Jones.</cite> The Persians call it Gul.—<cite>Carreri.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f285'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r285'>Note 285</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 239.—<i>That cooling feast the traveller loves.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“In parts of Kerman, whatever dates are shaken from the trees by
+the wind they do not touch, but leave them for those who have not
+any, or for travellers.”—<cite>Ebn Haukal.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f286'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r286'>Note 286</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 240.—<i>The Searchers of the Grave appear.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>The two terrible angels Monkir and Nakir, who are called “the
+Searchers of the Grave” in the “Creed of the orthodox Mahometans”
+given by Ockley, vol. ii.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f287'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r287'>Note 287</a>,&#160;&#160;</span><span class='pageno' id='Page_369'>369</span>p. 240.—<i>The mandrake’s charnel leaves at night.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The Arabians call the mandrake ‘the Devil’s candle,’ on account
+of its shining appearance in the night.”—<cite>Richardson.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f288'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r288'>Note 288</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 249.—<i>Of the still Halls of</i> <span class='sc'>Ishmonie</span>.</p>
+
+<p class='c031'>For an account of Ishmonie, the petrified city in Upper Egypt,
+where it is said there are many statues of men, women, &#38;c. to be seen
+to this day, see Perry’s <cite>View of the Levant</cite>.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f289'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r289'>Note 289</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 250.—<i>And ne’er did saint of</i> <span class='sc'>Issa</span> <i>gaze.</i>—Jesus.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f290'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r290'>Note 290</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 251.—<i>The death-flames that beneath him burn’d!</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>The Ghebers say that when Abraham, their great Prophet, was thrown
+into the fire by order of Nimrod, the flame turned instantly into “a bed
+of roses, where the child sweetly reposed.”—<cite>Tavernier.</cite></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>Of their other Prophet, Zoroaster, there is a story told in <cite>Dion
+Prusæus</cite>, Orat. 36, that the love of wisdom and virtue leading him
+to a solitary life upon a mountain, he found it one day all in a flame,
+shining with celestial fire, out of which he came without any harm,
+and instituted certain sacrifices to God, who, he declared, then appeared
+to him.—See <cite>Patrick</cite> on Exodus, iii. 2.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f291'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r291'>Note 291</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 254.—<i>A ponderous sea-horn hung, and blew.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The shell called Siiankos, common to India, Africa, and the Mediterranean,
+and still used in many parts as a trumpet for blowing
+alarms or giving signals: it sends forth a deep and hollow sound.”—<cite>Pennant.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f292'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r292'>Note 292</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 255.—<i>And the white ox-tails stream’d behind.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The finest ornament for the horses is made of six large flying tassels
+of long white hair, taken out of the tails of wild oxen, that are to be
+found in some places of the Indies.”—<cite>Thevenot.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f293'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r293'>Note 293</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 257.—<i>Sweet as the angel</i> <span class='sc'>Israfil’s</span>.</p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The angel Israfil, who has the most melodious voice of all God’s
+creatures.”—<cite>Sale.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f294'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r294'>Note 294</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 261.—<i>Wound slow, as through</i> <span class='sc'>Golconda’s</span> <i>vale.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>See Hoole upon the Story of Sinbad.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f295'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r295'>Note 295</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 265.—<i>From the wild covert where he lay.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“In this thicket upon the banks of the Jordan several sorts of wild
+beasts are wont to harbour themselves, whose being washed out of the
+covert by the overflowings of the river gave occasion to that allusion
+of Jeremiah, <i>he shall come up like a lion from the swelling of Jordan</i>.”—<cite>Maundrell</cite>’s
+Aleppo.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f296'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r296'>Note 296</a>,&#160;&#160;</span><span class='pageno' id='Page_370'>370</span>p. 275.—<i>Like the wind of the south o’er a summer lute blowing.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“This wind (the Samoor) so softens the strings of lutes, that they
+can never be tuned while it lasts.”—<cite>Stephen</cite>’s Persia.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f297'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r297'>Note 297</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 275.—<i>With nought but the sea-star to light up her tomb.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“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.”—<cite>Mirza Abu
+Taleb.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f298'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r298'>Note 298</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 275.—<i>And still, when the merry date-season is burning.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>For a description of the merriment of the date-time, of their work,
+their dances, and their return home from the palm-groves at the end
+of autumn with the fruits, see <cite>Kæmpfer, Amœnitat. Exot.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f299'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r299'>Note 299</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 276.—<i>That ever the sorrowing sea-bird has wept.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>Some naturalists have imagined that amber is a concretion of the tears
+of birds.—See <cite>Trevoux, Chambers</cite>.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f300'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r300'>Note 300</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 276.—<i>We’ll seek where the sands of the Caspian are sparkling.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The bay Kieselarke, which is otherwise called the Golden Bay, the
+sand whereof shines as fire.”—<cite>Struy.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f301'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r301'>Note 301</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 278.—<i>The summary criticism of the Chabuk.</i>—“The application
+of whips or rods.”—<cite>Dubois.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f302'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r302'>Note 302</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 279.—<i>Chief Holder of the Girdle of Beautiful Forms.</i>—Kæmpfer
+mentions such an officer among the attendants of the King of
+Persia, and calls him “formæ corporis estimator.” His business was, at
+stated periods, to measure the ladies of the Haram by a sort of regulation-girdle,
+whose limits it was not thought graceful to exceed. If any of
+them outgrew this standard of shape, they were reduced by abstinence
+till they came within proper bounds.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f303'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r303'>Note 303</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 279.—<i>Forbidden River.</i>—The Attock.</p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“Akbar on his way ordered a fort to be built upon the Nilab, which
+he called Attock, which means in the Indian language Forbidden; for,
+by the superstition of the Hindoos, it was held unlawful to cross that
+river.”—<cite>Dow</cite>’s Hindostan.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f304'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r304'>Note 304</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 280.—<i>One genial star that rises nightly over their heads.</i>—“The
+inhabitants of this country (Zinge) are never afflicted with sadness
+or melancholy; on this subject the Sheikh <cite>Abu-Al-Kheir-Azhari</cite> has the
+following distich:—</p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“‘Who is the man without care or sorrow, (tell) that I may rub my
+hand to him.</p>
+
+<p class='c031'><span class='pageno' id='Page_371'>371</span>“‘(Behold) the Zingians, without care or sorrow, frolicksome with
+tipsiness and mirth.’</p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The philosophers have discovered that the cause of this cheerfulness
+proceeds from the influence of the star Soheil or Canopus, which rises
+over them every night.”—<cite>Extract from a Geographical Persian Manuscript
+called Heft Aklim, or the Seven Climates, translated by W. Ouseley, Esq.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f305'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r305'>Note 305</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 281.—<i>Lizards.</i>—“The lizard Stellio. The Arabs call it
+Hardun. The Turks kill it, for they imagine that by declining the head
+it mimics them when they say their prayers.”—<cite>Hasselquist.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f306'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r306'>Note 306</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 281.—<i>Royal Gardens.</i>—For these particulars respecting
+Hussun Abdaul, I am indebted to the very interesting Introduction
+of Mr. Elphinstone’s work upon Caubul.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f307'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r307'>Note 307</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 281.—<i>It was too delicious.</i>—“As you enter at that Bazar,
+without the gate of Damascus, you see the Green Mosque, so called
+because it hath a steeple faced with green glazed bricks, which render
+it very resplendent; it is covered at top with a pavilion of the same stuff.
+The Turks say this mosque was made in that place, because Mahomet being
+come so far, would not enter the town, saying it was too delicious.”—<cite>Thevenot.</cite>
+This reminds one of the following pretty passage in Isaac
+Walton:—“When I sat last on this primrose bank, and looked down
+these meadows, I thought of them as Charles the Emperor did of the
+city of Florence, ‘that they were too pleasant to be looked on, but only
+on holidays.’”</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f308'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r308'>Note 308</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 281.—<i>The Sultana Nourmahal, the Light of the Haram.</i>—Nourmahal
+signifies Light of the Haram. She was afterwards called
+Nourjehan, or the Light of the World.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f309'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r309'>Note 309</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 282.—<i>The small shining fishes of which she was so fond.</i>—See
+<a href='#f274'>note, p. 367</a>.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f310'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r310'>Note 310</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 282.—<a id='tn-three-ten'></a><i>Haroun-al-Raschid and his fair mistress Marida.</i>—<a id='tn-qm7'></a>“Haroun
+al Raschid, cinquième Khalife des Abassides, s’étant un jour brouillé
+avec une de ses maîtresses nommée Maridah, qu’il aimoit cependant jusqu’à
+l’excès, et cette mésintelligence ayant déjà duré quelque tems commença
+à s’ennuyer. Giafar Barmaki, son favori, qui s’en apperçut, commanda à
+Abbas ben Ahnaf, excellent poëte de ce tems-là, de composer quelques
+vers sur le sujet de cette brouillerie. Ce poëte exécuta l’ordre de Giafar,
+qiu fit chanter ces vers par Moussali en présence du Khalife, et ce Prince
+fut tellement touché de la tendresse des vers du poëte et de la douceur
+de la voix du musicien, qu’il alla aussitôt trouver Maridah, et fit sa
+paix avec elle.”—<cite>D’Herbelot.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f311'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r311'>Note 311</a>,&#160;&#160;</span><span class='pageno' id='Page_372'>372</span>p. 285.—<i>With its roses the brightest that earth ever gave.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The rose of Kashmire, for its brilliancy and delicacy of odour, has
+long been proverbial in the East.”—<cite>Forster.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f312'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r312'>Note 312</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 286.—<i>Round the waist of some fair Indian dancer is ringing.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“Tied round her waist the zone of bells, that sounded with ravishing
+melody.”—<cite>Song of Jayadeva.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f313'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r313'>Note 313</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 286.—<i>The young aspen-trees.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The little isles in the Lake of Cachemire are set with arbours and
+large-leaved aspen-trees, slender and tall.”—<cite>Bernier.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f314'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r314'>Note 314</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 287.—<i>Shines in through the mountainous portal that opes.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The Tuckt Suliman, the name bestowed by the Mahometans on
+this hill, forms one side of a grand portal to the Lake.”—<cite>Forster.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f315'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r315'>Note 315</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 287.—<i>The Valley holds its Feast of Roses.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The Feast of Roses continues the whole time of their remaining in
+bloom.”—See <cite>Pietro de la Valle</cite>.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f316'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r316'>Note 316</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 287.—<i>The Flow’ret of a hundred leaves.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“Gud sad berk, the Rose of a hundred leaves. I believe a particular
+species.”—<cite>Ouseley.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f317'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r317'>Note 317</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 287.—<i>Behind the palms of</i> <span class='sc'>Baramoule</span>.—<cite>Bernier.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f318'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r318'>Note 318</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 288.—<i>On</i> <span class='sc'>Bela’s</span> <i>hills is less alive.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>A place mentioned in the Toozek Jehangeery, or Memoirs of Jehanguire,
+where there is an account of the beds of saffron-flowers about
+Cashmere.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f319'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r319'>Note 319</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 289.—<i>Sung from his lighted gallery.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“It is the custom among the women to employ the Maazeen to chaunt
+from the gallery of the nearest minaret, which on that occasion is illuminated,
+and the women assembled at the house respond at intervals with
+a ziraleet or joyous chorus.”—<cite>Russel.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f320'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r320'>Note 320</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 289.—<i>From gardens, where the silken swing.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The swing is a favourite pastime in the East, as promoting a circulation
+of air, extremely refreshing in those sultry climates.”—<cite>Richardson.</cite></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The swings are adorned with festoons. This pastime is accompanied
+with the music of voices and of instruments, hired by the masters of the
+swings.”—<cite>Thevenot.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f321'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r321'>Note 321</a>,&#160;&#160;</span><span class='pageno' id='Page_373'>373</span>p. 289.—<i>Among the tents that line the way.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“At the keeping of the Feast of Roses we beheld an infinite number
+of tents pitched, with such a crowd of men, women, boys, and girls, with
+music, dances,” &#38;c. &#38;c.—<cite>Herbert.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f322'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r322'>Note 322</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 290.—<i>An answer in song to the kiss of each wave.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“An old commentator of the Chou-King says, the ancients having
+remarked that a current of water made some of the stones near its
+banks send forth a sound, they detached some of them, and being
+charmed with the delightful sound they emitted, constructed King or
+musical instruments of them.”—<cite>Grosier.</cite></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>This miraculous quality has been attributed also to the shore of Attica.
+“Hujus littus, ait Capella, concentum musicum illisis terræ undis reddere,
+quod propter tantam eruditionis vim puto dictum.”—<cite>Ludov. Vives in
+Augustin. de Civitat. Dei</cite>, lib. xviii. c. 8.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f323'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r323'>Note 323</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 290.—<i>So felt the magnificent Son of Acbar.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>Jehanguire was the son of the Great Acbar.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f324'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r324'>Note 324</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 292.—<i>Yet playful as Peris just loos’d from their cages.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>In the wars of the Dives with the Peris, whenever the former took the
+latter prisoners, “they shut them up in iron cages, and hung them on the
+highest trees. Here they were visited by their companions, who brought
+them the choicest odours.”—<cite>Richardson.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f325'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r325'>Note 325</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 293.—<i>Of the flowers of this planet—though treasures were there.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>In the Malay language the same word signifies women and flowers.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f326'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r326'>Note 326</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 293.—<i>He saw that City of Delight.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>The capital of Shadukiam. See <a href='#f195'>note, p. 357</a>.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f327'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r327'>Note 327</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 295.—<i>He sits, with flow’rets fetter’d round.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>See the representation of the Eastern Cupid, pinioned closely round
+with wreaths of flowers, in <cite>Picart</cite>’s Cérémonies Religieuses.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f328'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r328'>Note 328</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 295.—<i>Lose all their glory when he flies.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“Among the birds of Tonquin is a species of goldfinch, which sings so
+melodiously that it is called the Celestial bird. Its wings, when it is
+perched, appear variegated with beautiful colours, but when it flies they
+lose all their splendour.”—<cite>Grosier.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f329'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r329'>Note 329</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 296.—<i>Whose pinion knows no resting place.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“As these birds on the Bosphorus are never known to rest, they are
+called by the French ‘les âmes damnées.’”—<cite>Dalloway.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f330'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r330'>Note 330</a>,&#160;&#160;</span><span class='pageno' id='Page_374'>374</span>p. 296.—<i>If there his darling rose is not.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“You may place a hundred handfuls of fragrant herbs and flowers
+before the nightingale, yet he wishes not, in his constant heart, for more
+than the sweet breath of his beloved rose.”—<cite>Jami.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f331'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r331'>Note 331</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 298.—<i>From the great Mantra, which around.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“He is said to have found the great <i>Mantra</i>, spell or talisman, through
+which he ruled over the elements and spirits of all denominations.”—<cite>Wilford.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f332'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r332'>Note 332</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 298.—<i>To the gold gems of</i> <span class='sc'>Afric</span>.</p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The gold jewels of Jinnie, which are called by the Arabs El Herrez,
+from the supposed charm they contain.”—<cite>Jackson.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f333'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r333'>Note 333</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 298.—<i>To keep him from the Siltim’s harm.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“A demon, supposed to haunt woods, &#38;c. in a human shape.”—<cite>Richardson.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f334'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r334'>Note 334</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 298.—<i>Her Selim’s smile to</i> <span class='sc'>Nourmahal</span>.</p>
+
+<p class='c031'>The name of Jehanguire before his accession to the throne.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f335'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r335'>Note 335</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 300.—<i>Anemones and Seas of Gold.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“Hemasagara, or the Sea of Gold, with flowers of the brightest gold
+colour.”—<cite>Sir W. Jones.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f336'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r336'>Note 336</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 300.—<i>Their buds on</i> <span class='sc'>Camadeva’s</span> <i>quiver.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“This tree (the Nagacesara) is one of the most delightful on earth,
+and the delicious odour of its blossoms justly gives them a place in the
+quiver of Camadeva, or the God of Love.”—<cite>Id.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f337'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r337'>Note 337</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 300.—<i>Is call’d the Mistress of the Night.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The Malayans style the tube-rose (Polianthes tuberosa) Sandal Malam,
+or the Mistress of the Night.”—<cite>Pennant.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f338'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r338'>Note 338</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 300.—<i>That wander through</i> <span class='sc'>Zamara’s</span> <i>shades.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>The people of the Batta country in Sumatra (of which Zamara is one
+of the ancient names), “when not engaged in war, lead an idle, inactive life,
+passing the day in playing on a kind of flute, crowned with garlands of
+flowers, among which the globe-amaranthus, a native of the country,
+mostly prevails.”—<cite>Marsden.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f339'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r339'>Note 339</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 300.—<i>From the divine Amrita tree.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The largest and richest sort (of the Jambu, or rose-apple) is called
+Amrita, or immortal, and the mythologists of Tibet apply the same word
+to a celestial tree, bearing ambrosial fruit.”—<cite>Sir W. Jones.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f340'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r340'>Note 340</a>,&#160;&#160;</span><span class='pageno' id='Page_375'>375</span>p. 301.—<i>Down to the basil tuft, that waves.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>Sweet basil, called Rayhan in Persia, and generally found in church-yards.</p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The women in Egypt go, at least two days in the week, to pray
+and weep at the sepulchres of the dead; and the custom then is to throw
+upon the tombs a sort of herb, which the Arabs call <i>rihan</i>, and which is
+our sweet basil.”—<cite>Maillet</cite>, Lett. 10.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f341'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r341'>Note 341</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 301.—<i>To scent the desert and the dead.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“In the Great Desert are found many stalks of lavender and rosemary.”—<cite>Asiat.
+Res.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f342'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r342'>Note 342</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 303.—<i>That blooms on a leafless bough.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The almond-tree, with white flowers, blossoms on the bare branches.”—<cite>Hasselquist.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f343'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r343'>Note 343</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 303.—<i>Inhabit the mountain-herb, that dyes.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>An herb on Mount Libanus, which is said to communicate a yellow
+golden hue to the teeth of the goats and other animals that graze upon it.</p>
+
+<p class='c031'><cite>Niebuhr</cite> thinks this may be the herb which the Eastern alchymists look
+to as a means of making gold. “Most of those alchymical enthusiasts
+think themselves sure of success, if they could but find out the herb, which
+gilds the teeth and gives a yellow colour to the flesh of the sheep that
+eat it. Even the oil of this plant must be of a golden colour. It is
+called <i>Haschischat ed dab</i>.”</p>
+
+<p class='c031'>Father Jerom Dandini, however, asserts that the teeth of the goats
+at Mount Libanus are of a <em>silver</em> colour; and adds, “This confirms to me
+that which I observed in Candia: to wit, that the animals that live on
+Mount Ida eat a certain herb, which renders their teeth of a golden
+colour; which, according to my judgment, cannot otherwise proceed than
+from the mines which are under ground.”—<cite>Dandini</cite>, Voyage to Mount
+Libanus.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f344'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r344'>Note 344</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 304.—<i>Of</i> <span class='sc'>Azab</span> <i>blew, was full of scents.</i>—The myrrh country.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f345'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r345'>Note 345</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 304.—<i>Where Love himself, of old, lay sleeping.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“This idea (of deities living in shells) was not unknown to the Greeks,
+who represent the young Nerites, one of the Cupids, as living in shells on
+the shores of the Red Sea.”—<cite>Wilford.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f346'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r346'>Note 346</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 305.—<i>From</i> <span class='sc'>Chindara’s</span> <i>warbling fount I come.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“A fabulous mountain, where instruments are said to be constantly
+playing.”—<cite>Richardson.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f347'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r347'>Note 347</a>,&#160;&#160;</span><span class='pageno' id='Page_376'>376</span>p. 307.—<i>The cinnamon-seed from grove to grove.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The Pompadour pigeon is the species, which, by carrying the fruit of
+the cinnamon to different places, is a great disseminator of this valuable
+tree.”—See <cite>Brown</cite>’s Illustr. Tab. 19.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f348'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r348'>Note 348</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 307.—<i>The past, the present, and future of pleasure.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“Whenever our pleasure arises from a succession of sounds, it is a
+perception of a complicated nature, made up of a <em>sensation</em> of the present
+sound or note, and an <em>idea</em> or remembrance of the foregoing, while their
+mixture and concurrence produce such a mysterious delight, as neither
+could have produced alone. And it is often heightened by an anticipation
+of the succeeding notes. Thus Sense, Memory and Imagination are
+conjunctively employed.”—<cite>Gerrard</cite> on Taste.</p>
+
+<p class='c031'>This is exactly the Epicurean theory of Pleasure, as explained by
+Cicero:—“Quocirca corpus gaudere tamdiu, dum præsentem sentiret
+voluptatem: animum et præsentem percipere pariter cum corpore et
+prospicere venientem, nec præteritam præterfluere sinere.”</p>
+
+<p class='c031'>Madame de Staël accounts upon the same principle for the gratification
+we derive from <i>rhyme</i>:—“Elle est l’image de l’espérance et du souvenir.
+Un son nous fait désirer celui qui doit lui répondre, et quand le second
+retentit il nous rappelle celui qui vient de nous échapper.”</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f349'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r349'>Note 349</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 308.—<i>Whose glimpses are again withdrawn.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The Persians have two mornings, the Soobhi Kazim and the Soobhi
+Sadig, the false and the real day-break. They account for this phenomenon
+in a most whimsical manner. They say that as the sun rises from behind
+the Kohi Qaf (Mount Caucasus), it passes a hole perforated through that
+mountain, and that darting its rays through it, it is the cause of the Soobhi
+Kazim, or this temporary appearance of day-break. As it ascends, the
+earth is again veiled in darkness, until the sun rises above the mountain,
+and brings with it the Soobhi Sadig, or real morning.”—<cite>Scott Waring.</cite> He
+thinks Milton may allude to this, when he says,—</p>
+
+<div class='lg-container-b'>
+  <div class='linegroup'>
+    <div class='group'>
+      <div class='line'>“Ere the blabbing Eastern scout,</div>
+      <div class='line'>The nice morn on the Indian steep</div>
+      <div class='line'>From her cabin’d loop-hole peep.”</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f350'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r350'>Note 350</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 309.—<i>In his magnificent Shalimar.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“In the centre of the plain, as it approaches the Lake, one of the Delhi
+Emperors, I believe Shah Jehan, constructed a spacious garden called the
+Shalimar, which is abundantly stored with fruit-trees and flowering shrubs.
+Some of the rivulets which intersect the plain are led into a canal at the
+back of the garden, and flowing through its centre, or occasionally thrown
+into a variety of water-works, compose the chief beauty of the Shalimar.
+<span class='pageno' id='Page_377'>377</span>To decorate this spot, the Mogul Princes of India have displayed an equal
+magnificence and taste; especially Jehan Gheer, who, with the enchanting
+Noor Mahl, made Kashmire his usual residence during the summer months.
+On arches thrown over the canal are erected, at equal distances, four or five
+suites of apartments, each consisting of a saloon, with four rooms at the
+angles, where the followers of the court attend, and the servants prepare
+sherbets, coffee, and the hookah. The frame of the doors of the principal
+saloon is composed of pieces of a stone of a black colour, streaked with
+yellow lines, and of a closer grain and higher polish than porphyry. They
+were taken, it is said, from a Hindoo temple, by one of the Mogul princes,
+and are esteemed of great value.”—<cite>Forster.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f351'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r351'>Note 351</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 309.—<i>Of beauty from its founts and streams.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The waters of Cachemir are the more renowned from its being supposed
+that the Cachemirians are indebted for their beauty to them.”—<cite>Ali Yezdi.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f352'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r352'>Note 352</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 309.—<i>Singing in gardens of the South.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“From him I received the following little Gazzel, or Love Song, the
+notes of which he committed to paper from the voice of one of those
+singing girls of Cashmere, who wander from that delightful valley over the
+various parts of India.”—<cite>Persian Miscellanies.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f353'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r353'>Note 353</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 309.—<i>Delicate as the roses there.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The roses of the Jinan Nile, or Garden of the Nile (attached to the
+Emperor of Marocco’s palace), are unequalled, and mattresses are made of
+their leaves for the men of rank to recline upon.”—<cite>Jackson.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f354'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r354'>Note 354</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 309.—<i>With Paphian diamonds in their locks.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“On the side of a mountain near Paphos there is a cavern which
+produces the most beautiful rock-crystal. On account of its brilliancy it
+has been called the Paphian diamond.”—<cite>Mariti.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f355'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r355'>Note 355</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 309.—<i>On the gold meads of Candahar.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“There is a part of Candahar, called Peria, or Fairy Land.”—<cite>Thevenot.</cite>
+In some of those countries to the north of India, vegetable gold is supposed
+to be produced.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f356'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r356'>Note 356</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 310.—<i>Had been by magic all set flying.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“These are the butterflies which are called in the Chinese language
+Flying Leaves. Some of them have such shining colours, and are so
+variegated, that they may be called flying flowers; and indeed they are
+always produced in the finest flower-gardens.”—<cite>Dunn.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f357'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r357'>Note 357</a>,&#160;&#160;</span><span class='pageno' id='Page_378'>378</span>p. 310.—<i>The features of young Arab maids.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The Arabian women wear black masks with little clasps prettily
+ordered.”—<cite>Carreri.</cite> Niebuhr mentions their showing but one eye in conversation.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f358'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r358'>Note 358</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 311.—<i>On</i> <span class='sc'>Casbin’s</span> <i>hills.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The golden grapes of Casbin.”—<cite>Description of Persia.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f359'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r359'>Note 359</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 311.—<i>And sunniest apples that Caubul</i>—</p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The fruits exported from Caubul are apples, pears, pomegranates,” &#38;c.—<cite>Elphinstone.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f360'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r360'>Note 360</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 311.—<i>in all its thousand gardens bears.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“We sat down under a tree, listened to the birds, and talked with the
+son of our Mehmaundar about our country and Caubul, of which he gave
+an enchanting account: that city and its 100,000 gardens,” &#38;c.—<cite>Id.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f361'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r361'>Note 361</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 311.—<span class='sc'>Malaya’s</span> <i>nectar’d mangusteen.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The mangusteen, the most delicate fruit in the world; the pride of the
+Malay islands.”—<cite>Marsden.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f362'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r362'>Note 362</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 311.—<i>Seed of the Sun, from</i> <span class='sc'>Iran’s</span> <i>land.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“A delicious kind of apricot, called by the Persians tokm-ek-shems,
+signifying sun’s seed.”—<cite>Description of Persia.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f363'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r363'>Note 363</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 311.—<i>With rich conserve of Visna cherries.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“Sweetmeats, in a crystal cup, consisting of rose-leaves in conserve, with
+lemon of Visna cherry orange flowers,” &#38;c.—<cite>Russel.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f364'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r364'>Note 364</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 311.—<i>Feed on in Erac’s rocky dells.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“Antelopes, cropping the fresh berries of Erac.”—The <cite>Moallakat</cite>, Poem
+of Tarafa.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f365'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r365'>Note 365</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 311.—<i>And urns of porcelain from that isle.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>Mauri-ga-Sima, an island near Formosa, supposed to have been sunk in
+the sea for the crimes of its inhabitants. The vessels which the fishermen
+and divers bring up from it are sold at an immense price in China and
+Japan.—See <cite>Kæmpfer</cite>.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f366'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r366'>Note 366</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 312.—<i>Amber Rosolli.</i>—Persian Tales.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f367'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r367'>Note 367</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 312.—<i>From vineyards of the Green-Sea gushing.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>The white wine of Kishma.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f368'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r368'>Note 368</a>,&#160;&#160;</span><span class='pageno' id='Page_379'>379</span>p. 312.—<i>Offer’d a city’s wealth.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The King of Zeilan is said to have the very finest ruby that was ever
+seen. Kublai-Khan sent and offered the value of a city for it, but the
+King answered he would not give it for the treasure of the world.”—<cite>Marco
+Polo.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f369'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r369'>Note 369</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 312.—<i>Upon a rosy lotus wreath.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>The Indians feign that Cupid was first seen floating down the Ganges
+on the Nymphæa Nelumbo.—See <cite>Pennant</cite>.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f370'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r370'>Note 370</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 312.—<i>When warm they rise from Teflis’ brooks.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>Teflis is celebrated for its natural warm baths.—See <cite>Ebn Haukal</cite>.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f371'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r371'>Note 371</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 312.—<i>Of a syrinda.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The Indian Syrinda, or guitar.”<a id='tn-symes'></a>—<cite>Symez.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f372'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r372'>Note 372</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 313.—<i>It is this, it is this.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“Around the exterior of the Dewan Khafs (a building of Shah Allum’s)
+in the cornice are the following lines in letters of gold upon a ground of
+white marble:—‘<i>If there be a paradise upon earth, it is this, it is this.</i>’”—<cite>Franklin.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f373'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r373'>Note 373</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 313.—<i>As the flower of the Amra just op’d by a bee.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“Delightful are the flowers of the Amra trees on the mountain-tops,
+while the murmuring bees pursue their voluptuous toil.”—<cite>Song of Jayadeva.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f374'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r374'>Note 374</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 314.—<i>And precious their tears as that rain from the sky.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>“The Nisan or drops of spring rain, which they believe to produce pearls
+if they fall into shells.”—<cite>Richardson.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f375'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r375'>Note 375</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 314.—<i>Who for wine of this earth left the fountains above.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>For an account of the share which wine had in the fall of the angels, see
+<cite>Mariti</cite>.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f376'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r376'>Note 376</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 314.—<i>Of</i> <span class='sc'>Israfil</span>, <i>the Angel, there.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>The Angel of Music. See <a href='#f293'>note 293</a>.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f377'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r377'>Note 377</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 318.—<i>When first ’tis by the lapwing found.</i></p>
+
+<p class='c031'>The Hudhud, or Lapwing, is supposed to have the power of discovering
+water under ground.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f378'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r378'>Note 378</a>,&#160;&#160;</span><span class='pageno' id='Page_380'>380</span>p. 321.—<i>Of her dream.</i>—See <a href='#her-dream'>p. 215</a>.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f379'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r379'>Note 379</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 322.—<i>Like that painted porcelain.</i> “The Chinese had
+formerly the art of painting on the sides of porcelain vessels fish and
+other animals, which were only perceptible when the vessel was full of some
+liquor. They call this species Kia-tsin, that is, <i>azure is put in press</i>, on
+account of the manner in which the azure is laid on.”—“They are every
+now and then trying to recover the art of this magical painting, but to
+no purpose.”—<cite>Dunn.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f380'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r380'>Note 380</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 323.—<i>House of Azor.</i>—An eminent carver of idols, said in
+the Koran to be father to Abraham. “I have such a lovely idol as is not
+to be met with in the house of Azor.”—<cite>Hafiz.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f381'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r381'>Note 381</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 323.—<i>The Unequalled.</i>—Kachmire be Nazeer.—<cite>Forster.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f382'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r382'>Note 382</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 324.—<i>Miraculous fountains.</i>—“The pardonable superstition
+of the sequestered inhabitants has multiplied the places of worship of
+Mahadeo, of Beschan, and of Brama. All Cashmere is holy land, and
+miraculous fountains abound.”—<cite>Major Rennel</cite>’s Memoirs of a Map of
+Hindostan.</p>
+
+<p class='c031'>Jehanguire mentions “a fountain in Cashmere called Tirnagh, which
+signifies a snake; probably because some large snake had formerly been
+seen there.”—“During the lifetime of my father, I went twice to this
+fountain, which is about twenty coss from the city of Cashmere. The
+vestiges of places of worship and sanctity are to be traced without number
+amongst the ruins and the caves, which are interspersed in its neighbourhood.”—<cite>Toozek
+Jehangeery.</cite>—Vide <cite>Asiat. Misc.</cite> vol. ii.</p>
+
+<p class='c031'>There is another account of Cashmere by Abul-Fazil, the author of
+the Ayin-Acbaree, “who,” says <cite>Major Rennel</cite>, “appears to have caught
+some of the enthusiasm of the valley, by his description of the holy places
+in it.”</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f383'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r383'>Note 383</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 324.—<i>Roofed with flowers.</i>—“On a standing roof of wood
+is laid a covering of fine earth, which shelters the building from the great
+quantity of snow that falls in the winter season. This fence communicates
+an equal warmth in winter, as a refreshing coolness in the summer season,
+when the tops of the houses, which are planted with a variety of flowers,
+exhibit at a distance the spacious view of a beautifully chequered parterre.”—<cite>Forster.</cite></p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f384'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r384'>Note 384</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 324.—<i>The triple-coloured tortoise-shell of Pegu.</i>—“Two
+hundred slaves there are, who have no other office than to hunt the
+woods and marshes for triple-coloured tortoises for the King’s Vivary. Of
+the shells of these also lanterns are made.”—<cite>Vincent le Blanc</cite>’s Travels.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f385'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r385'>Note 385</a>,&#160;&#160;</span><span class='pageno' id='Page_381'>381</span>p. 325.—<i>Like the meteors of the north as they are seen by those
+hunters.</i>—For a description of the Aurora Borealis as it appears to these
+hunters, vide <cite>Encyclopædia</cite>.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f386'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r386'>Note 386</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 325.—<i>Odoriferous wind.</i>—This wind, which is to blow from
+Syria Damascena, is, according to the Mahometans, one of the signs of the
+Last Day’s approach.</p>
+
+<p class='c031'><a id='tn-fnq'></a>Another of the signs is, “Great distress in the world, so that a man
+when he passes by another’s grave shall say, ‘Would to God I were in his
+place!’”—<cite>Sale</cite>’s Preliminary Discourse.</p>
+</div>
+<div class='footnote' id='f387'>
+<p class='c031'><span class='fnlabel'><a href='#r387'>Note 387</a>,&#160;&#160;</span>p. 328.—<i>As precious as the Cerulean Throne of Coolburga.</i>—“On
+Mahommed Shaw’s return to Koolburga (the capital of Dekkan), he
+made a great festival, and mounted this throne with much pomp and
+magnificence, calling it Firozeh, or Cerulean. I have heard some old
+persons, who saw the throne Firozeh in the reign of Sultan Mamood
+Bhamenee, describe it. They say that it was in length nine feet, and three
+in breadth; made of ebony, covered with plates of pure gold, and set with
+precious stones of immense value. Every prince of the house of Bhamenee,
+who possessed this throne, made a point of adding to it some rich stones;
+so that when in the reign of Sultan Mamood it was taken to pieces, to
+remove some of the jewels to be set in vases and cups, the jewellers
+valued it at one corore of oons (nearly four millions sterling). I learned
+also that it was called Firozeh from being partly enamelled of a sky-blue
+colour, which was in time totally concealed by the number of jewels.”—<cite>Ferishta.</cite></p>
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+  <tr>
+    <td class='c033'>PARABLES OF OUR LORD, illuminated by <span class='sc'>H. N. Humphreys</span></td>
+    <td class='c016'>21</td>
+    <td class='c008'>0</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c033'>MIRACLES OF OUR SAVIOUR, illuminated by <span class='sc'>H. N. Humphreys</span></td>
+    <td class='c016'>21</td>
+    <td class='c008'>0</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c033'>SENTIMENTS AND SIMILES OF SHAKSPEARE, illuminated</td>
+    <td class='c016'>21</td>
+    <td class='c008'>0</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+    <td class='c033'>BOWDLER’S FAMILY SHAKSPEARE, complete in One Volume</td>
+    <td class='c016'>21</td>
+    <td class='c008'>0</td>
+  </tr>
+</table>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c1'>
+<div class='nf-center c002'>
+    <div>London: LONGMAN, GREEN, and CO. Paternoster Row.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class='pbb'>
+ <hr class='pb c001'>
+</div>
+<div>
+
+<p class='c034'></p>
+
+</div>
+<div class='transcribers-notes'>
+
+<div class='nf-center-c1'>
+  <div class='nf-center'>
+    <div><span class='xlarge'>Transcriber’s Notes</span></div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class='c030'>In cases where it is not clear whether a stanza break occurred across a page break, this edition follows the stanza breaks in the first edition of 1817. Obvious typographical errors such as missing or mismatched quotation marks were fixed on pages <a href='#tn-qm1'>77</a>, <a href='#tn-qm2'>134</a>, <a href='#tn-qm3'>183</a>, <a href='#tn-qm4'>186</a>, <a href='#tn-qm5'>342</a>, <a href='#tn-qm6'>364</a>, and <a href='#tn-qm7'>371</a>, and the use of small caps in apostrophized words has been silently standardized. Other inconsistencies in spelling, hyphenation, etc. have not been corrected except as noted below.</p>
+
+<p class='c031'>The formatting of the endnotes in the printed edition varies. In this edition missing punctuation has been supplied and centered text has been left justified, but paragraph breaks have not been standardized. The page numbers given are those in the printed edition.</p>
+
+<p class='c031'>Images have been moved to natural breaks in the printed text; however, the printed page numbers in the Table of Illustrations have not been changed.</p>
+
+<p class='c031'>The <a href='#lalla-rookh-the-light-of-the-haram'>illustrated title-page</a> for the fourth section contains the drawn text “The Light of the Harem;” however, in the Table of Contents and in the story itself, the word is spelled “Haram.”</p>
+
+<p class='c031'>Itemized changes from the original text:</p>
+  <ul  class='ul_1'>
+    <li><a href='#tn-acquaintance'>p. xvi</a>: Changed “aquaintance” to “acquaintance” in “a hasty renewal 
+    of my acquaintance with it.”
+    </li>
+    <li><a href='#tn-jansen'>p. xvii n. iii</a>: Changed “Jansenistes” to “jansénistes” in French 
+    quotation.
+    </li>
+    <li><a href='#tn-peri'>p. xxiii</a>: Changed “Peri” to “Péri” in French quotation.
+    </li>
+    <li><a href='#tn-ohtwofive'>p. 9</a>: Added missing endnote reference 25 to poem title.
+    </li>
+    <li><a href='#tn-halfway'>p. 91</a>: Changed “half way” to “half-way” in “souls but half-way curst”.
+    </li>
+    <li><a href='#tn-ere'>p. 212</a>: Changed “e’er” to “ere” in “ere a drop of this night’s gore”.
+    </li>
+    <li><a href='#tn-keen'>p. 218</a>: Removed comma after “keen” from “With that keen second-scent of 
+    death”.
+    </li>
+    <li><a href='#tn-searobber1'>p. 230</a> and <a href='#tn-searobber2'>note 255</a>: Changed “dark-sea robber’s way” 
+    to  “dark sea-robber’s way.”
+    </li>
+    <li><a href='#tn-in1'>p. 251</a>: Supplied missing indentation to match other public domain editions.
+    </li>
+    <li><a href='#tn-hindoostan'>p. 334 n. 15</a>: Changed “Hindostan” to “Hindoostan” in citation.
+    </li>
+    <li><a href='#tn-oneeightone'>p. 355</a>: Corrected endnote number from 131 to 181.
+    </li>
+    <li><a href='#tn-bidmusk'>p. 366 n. 266</a>: Changed “Bidmusk” to “Bid-musk” in head quote to match 
+    main text; left as “Bidmusk” in quotation from cited text.
+    </li>
+    <li><a href='#tn-lightgem'>p. 368 n. 279</a>: Changed “lightning gem” to “lightning-gem” to match main 
+    text.
+    </li>
+    <li><a href='#tn-three-ten'>p. 371 n. 310</a>: Changed “durée” to “duré” and “apperçût” to “apperçut” 
+    in French quotation.
+    </li>
+    <li><a href='#tn-threefourfour'>p. 375</a>: Corrected endnote number from 44 to 344.
+    </li>
+    <li><a href='#tn-symes'>p. 379 n. 371</a>: Changed “Symez” to “Symes”.
+    </li>
+    <li><a href='#tn-fnq'>p. 381 n. 386</a>: Corrected nested quotation marks in endnote 386.
+    </li>
+  </ul>
+
+</div>
+
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