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LALLA ROOKH -- PART SEVEN
LALLA ROOKH had the night before been visited by a dream which in spite of theimpending fate of poor HAFED made her heart more than usually cheerful during themorning and gave her cheeks all the freshened animation of a flower that the Bidmusk
had just passed over [240] She fancied that she was sailing on that Eastern Ocean wherethe sea-gypsies who live for ever on the water [241] enjoy a perpetual summer inwandering from isle to isle when she saw a small gilded bark approaching her It waslike one of those boats which the Maldivian islanders send adrift at the mercy of windsand waves loaded with perfumes flowers and odoriferous wood as an offering to theSpirit whom they call King of the Sea At first this little bark appeared to be empty buton coming nearer--
She had proceeded thus far in relating the dream to her Ladies when FERAMORZappeared at the door of the pavilion In his presence of course everything else wasforgotten 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 [242] were hastily handedround and after a short prelude on his lute in the pathetic measure of Nava [243] whichis always used to express the lamentations of absent lovers the Poet thus continued--
The day is lowering-- stilly black Sleeps the grim wave while heavens rackDisperst and wild twixt earth and skyHangs like a shattered canopyTheres not a cloud in that blue plainBut tells of storm to come or past--
Here flying loosely as the maneOf a young war-horse in the blast--There rolled in masses dark and swellingAs proud to be the thunders dwellingWhile some already burst and rivenSeen melting down the verge of heavenAs tho the infant storm had rentThe mighty womb that gave him birthAnd having swept the firmamentWas now in fierce career for earth
On earth twas yet all calm aroundA pulseless silence dread profoundMore awful than the tempests soundThe diver steered for ORMUS bowersAnd moored his skiff till calmer hoursThe sea-birds with portentous screechFlew fast to land --upon the beachThe pilot oft had paused with glanceTurned upward to that wild expanse--And all was boding drear and dark As her own soul when HINDAS bark
Went slowly from the Persian shore-- No music timed her parting oar [244]
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Nor friends upon the lessening strandLingering to wave the unseen handOr speak the farewell heard no more--But lone unheeded from the bayThe vessel takes its mournful way
Like some ill-destined bark that steersIn silence thro the Gate of Tears [245] And where was stern AL HASSAN thenCould not that saintly scourge of menFrom bloodshed and devotion spareOne minute for a farewell there
No-- close within in changeful fitsOf cursing and of prayer he sitsIn savage loneliness to broodUpon the coming night of blood--With that keen second-scent of deathBy which the vulture sniffs his foodIn the still warm and living breath [246] While oer the wave his weeping daughter Is wafted from these scenes of slaughter--As a young bird of BABYLON [247] Let loose to tell of victory wonFlies home with wing ah not unstainedBy the red hands that held her chained
And does the long-left home she seeksLight up no gladness on her cheeksThe flowers she nurst-- the well-known grovesWhere oft in dreams her spirit roves--Once more to see her dear gazellesCome bounding with their silver bellsHer birds new plumage to beholdAnd the gay gleaming fishes countShe left all filleted with goldShooting around their jasper fount [248] Her little garden mosque to seeAnd once again at evening hour
To tell her ruby rosaryIn her own sweet acacia bower--Can these delights that wait her nowCall up no sunshine on her brow
No --silent from her train apart--As if even now she felt at heartThe chill of her approaching doom--She sits all lovely in her gloomAs a pale Angel of the GraveAnd oer the wide tempestuous waveLooks with a shudder to those towers
Where in a few short awful hoursBlood blood in streaming tides shall run
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Foul incense for to-morrows sunWhere art thou glorious stranger thouSo loved so lost where art thou nowFoe-- Gheber-- infidel-- whateer The unhallowed name thourt doomed to bear
Still glorious-- still to this fond heartDear as its blood whateer thou artYes-- ALLA dreadful ALLA yes--If there be wrong be crime in thisLet the black waves that round us rollWhelm me this instant ere my soulForgetting faith-- home-- father-- allBefore its earthly idol fallNor worship even Thyself above him--For oh so wildly do I love himThy Paradise itself were dimAnd joyless if not shared with himHer hands were claspt-- her eyes upturnedDropping their tears like moonlight rainAnd tho her lip fond raver burnedWith words of passion bold profaneYet was there light around her browA holiness in those dark eyesWhich showed-- tho wandering earthward now--Her spirits home was in the skiesYes-- for a spirit pure as hersIs always pure even while it errsAs sunshine broken in the rillTho turned astray is sunshine still
So wholly had her mind forgotAll thoughts but one she heeded notThe rising storm-- the wave that castA moments midnight as it past--
Nor heard the frequent shout the treadOf gathering tumult oer her head--Clasht swords and tongues that seemed to vie
With the rude riot of the sky--But hark --that war-whoop on the deck--That crash as if each engine thereMast sails and all were gone to wreckMid yells and stampings of despairMerciful Heaven what can it beTis not the storm tho fearfullyThe ship has shuddered as she rodeOer mountain-waves-- Forgive me GodForgive me --shrieked the maid and kneltTrembling all over-- for she felt
As if her judgment hour was nearWhile crouching round half dead with fear
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Her handmaids clung nor breathed nor stirred--When hark --a second crash-- a third--And now as if a bolt of thunder Had riven the laboring planks asunderThe deck falls in-- what horrors then
Blood waves and tackle swords and menCome mixt together thro the chasm--Some wretches in their dying spasmStill fighting on-- and some that callFor GOD and IRAN as they fallWhose was the hand that turned awayThe perils of the infuriate frayAnd snatcht her breathless from beneathThis wilderment of wreck and deathShe knew not-- for a faintness cameChill oer her and her sinking frameAmid the ruins of that hour Lay like a pale and scorched flower Beneath the red volcanos showerBut oh the sights and sounds of dreadThat shockt her ere her senses fledThe yawning deck-- the crowd that stroveUpon the tottering planks above--The sail whose fragments shivering oer The stragglers heads all dasht with goreFluttered like bloody flags-- the clashOf sabres and the lightnings flashUpon their blades high tost aboutLike meteor brands [249] -- as if throughoutThe elements one fury ranOne general rage that left a doubtWhich was the fiercer Heaven or ManOnce too-- but no-- it could not be--Twas fancy all-- yet once she thoughtWhile yet her fading eyes could seeHigh on the ruined deck she caughtA glimpse of that unearthly form
That glory of her soul --even thenAmid the whirl of wreck and stormShining above his fellow-menAs on some black and troublous nightThe Star of EGYPT [250] whose proud light
Never hath beamed on those who restIn the White Islands of the WestBurns thro the storm with looks of flameThat put Heavens cloudier eyes to shameBut no-- twas but the minutes dream--A fantasy-- and ere the scream
Had half-way past her pallid lipsA death-like swoon a chill eclipse
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Of soul and sense its darkness spreadAround her and she sunk as deadHow calm how beautiful comes onThe stilly hour when storms are goneWhen warring winds have died away
And clouds beneath the glancing rayMelt off and leave the land and seaSleeping in bright tranquillity--Fresh as if Day again were bornAgain upon the lap of Morn--When the light blossoms rudely tornAnd scattered at the whirlwinds willHang floating in the pure air stillFilling it all with precious balmIn gratitude for this sweet calm--And every drop the thundershowersHave left upon the grass and flowersSparkles as twere that lightning-gem [251] Whose liquid flame is born of themWhen stead of one unchanging breezeThere blow a thousand gentle airsAnd each a different perfume bears--As if the loveliest plants and treesHad vassal breezes of their ownTo watch and wait on them aloneAnd waft no other breath than theirsWhen the blue waters rise and fallIn sleepy sunshine mantling allAnd even that swell the tempest leavesIs like the full and silent heavesOf lovers hearts when newly blestToo newly to be quite at rest
Such was the golden hour that brokeUpon the world when HINDA wokeFrom her long trance and heard around
No motion but the waters sound
Rippling against the vessels sideAs slow it mounted oer the tide--But where is she --her eyes are darkAre wilder still-- is this the barkThe same that from HARMOZIAS bayBore her at morn-- whose bloody wayThe sea-dog trackt --no-- strange and newIs all that meets her wondering viewUpon a galliots deck she liesBeneath no rich pavilions shade--
No plumes to fan her sleeping eyes
Nor jasmine on her pillow laidBut the rude litter roughly spread
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With war-cloaks is her homely bedAnd shawl and sash on javelins hungFor awning oer her head are flungShuddering she lookt around-- there layA group of warriors in the sun
Resting their limbs as for that dayTheir ministry of death were doneSome gazing on the drowsy seaLost in unconscious reveryAnd some who seemed but ill to brook That sluggish calm with many a look To the slack sail impatient castAs loose it bagged around the mast
Blest ALLA who shall save her nowTheres not in all that warrior bandOne Arab sword one turbaned browFrom her own Faithful Moslem landTheir garb-- the leathern belt that wrapsEach yellow vest [252] -- that rebel hue--The Tartar fleece upon their caps [253] --Yes-- yes-- her fears are all too trueAnd Heaven hath in this dreadful hour Abandoned her to HAFEDS power--HAFED the Gheber --at the thoughtHer very hearts blood chills withinHe whom her soul was hourly taughtTo loathe as some foul fiend of sinSome minister whom Hell had sentTo spread its blast whereer he wentAnd fling as oer our earth he trodHis shadow betwixt man and GodAnd she is now his captive --thrownIn his fierce hands alive aloneHis the infuriate band she seesAll infidels-- all enemiesWhat was the daring hope that then
Crost her like lightning as againWith boldness that despair had lentShe darted tho that armed crowdA look so searching so intentThat even the sternest warrior bowedAbasht when he her glances caughtAs if he guessed whose form they soughtBut no-- she sees him not-- tis goneThe vision that before her shoneThro all the maze of blood and stormIs fled-- twas but a phantom form--
One of those passing rainbow dreamsHalf light half shade which Fancys beams
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Paint on the fleeting mists that rollIn trance or slumber round the soul
But now the bark with livelier boundScales the blue wave-- the crews in motion
The oars are out and with light soundBreak the bright mirror of the oceanScattering its brilliant fragments roundAnd now she sees-- with horror seesTheir course is toward that mountain-hold--Those towers that make her life-blood freezeWhere MECCAS godless enemiesLie like beleaguered scorpions rolledIn their last deadly venomous foldAmid the illumined land and floodSunless that mighty mountain stoodSave where above its awful headThere shone a flaming cloud blood-redAs twere the flag of destinyHung out to mark where death would be
Had her bewildered mind the power Of thought in this terrific hourShe well might marvel where or howMans foot could scale that mountains browSince neer had Arab heard or knownOf path but thro the glen alone--But every thought was lost in fearWhen as their bounding bark drew near The craggy base she felt the wavesHurry them toward those dismal cavesThat from the Deep in windings passBeneath that Mounts volcanic mass--And loud a voice on deck commandsTo lower the mast and light the brands--Instantly oer the dashing tideWithin a caverns mouth they glide
Gloomy as that eternal PorchThro which departed spirits go-- Not even the flare of brand and torchIts flickering light could further throwThan the thick flood that boiled belowSilent they floated-- as if eachSat breathless and too awed for speechIn that dark chasm where even soundSeemed dark --so sullenly aroundThe goblin echoes of the caveMuttered it oer the long black wave
As twere some secret of the grave
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But soft-- they pause-- the current turnsBeneath them from its onward track--Some mighty unseen barrier spurnsThe vexed tide all foaming backAnd scarce the oars redoubled force
Can stem the eddys whirling courseWhen hark --some desperate foot has sprungAmong the rocks-- the chain is flung--The oars are up-- the grapple clingsAnd the tost bark in moorings swingsJust then a day-beam thro the shadeBroke tremulous-- but ere the maidCan see from whence the brightness stealsUpon her brow she shuddering feelsA viewless hand that promptly tiesA bandage round her burning eyesWhile the rude litter where she liesUplifted by the warrior throngOer the steep rocks is borne along
Blest power of sunshine --genial DayWhat balm what life is in thy rayTo feel thee is such real blissThat had the world no joy but thisTo sit in sunshine calm and sweet--It were a world too exquisiteFor man to leave it for the gloomThe deep cold shadow of the tombEven HINDA tho she saw not whereOr whither wound the perilous roadYet knew by that awakening airWhich suddenly around her glowedThat they had risen from the darkness thereAnd breathed the sunny world again
But soon this balmy freshness fled--For now the steepy labyrinth led
Thro damp and gloom-- mid crash of boughsAnd fall of loosened crags that rouseThe leopard from his hungry sleepWho starting thinks each crag a preyAnd long is heard from steep to steepChasing them down their thundering wayThe jackals cry-- the distant moanOf the hyena fierce and lone--And that eternal saddening soundOf torrents in the glen beneathAs twere the ever-dark Profound
That rolls beneath the Bridge of DeathAll all is fearful-- even to see
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To gaze on those terrific thingsShe now but blindly hears would beRelief to her imaginingsSince never yet was shape so dreadBut Fancy thus in darkness thrown
And by such sounds of horror fedCould frame more dreadful of her own
But does she dream has Fear againPerplext the workings of her brainOr did a voice all music thenCome from the gloom low whispering near--Tremble not love thy Ghebers hereShe does not dream-- all sense all earShe drinks the words Thy Ghebers hereTwas his own voice-- she could not err--Throughout the breathing worlds extentThere was but one such voice for herSo kind so soft so eloquentOh sooner shall the rose of MayMistake her own sweet nightingaleAnd to some meaner minstrels layOpen her bosoms glowing veil [254] Than Love shall ever doubt a toneA breath of the beloved one
Though blest mid all her ills to think She has that one beloved nearWhose smile tho met on ruins brink Hath power to make even ruin dear--Yet soon this gleam of rapture crostBy fears for him is chilled and lostHow shall the ruthless HAFED brook That one of Gheber blood should lookWith aught but curses in his eyeOn her-- a maid of ARABY--A Moslem maid-- the child of him
Whose bloody banners dire successHath left their altars cold and dimAnd their fair land a wildernessAnd worse than all that night of bloodWhich comes so fast-- Oh who shall stayThe sword that once hath tasted foodOf Persian hearts or turn its wayWhat arm shall then the victim coverOr from her father shield her lover
Save him my God she inly cries--
Save him this night-- and if thine eyesHave ever welcomed with delight
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The sinners tears the sacrificeOf sinners hearts-- guard him this nightAnd here before thy throne I swear From my hearts inmost core to tear Love hope remembrance tho they be
Linkt with each quivering life-string thereAnd give it bleeding all to TheeLet him but live --the burning tearThe sighs so sinful yet so dearWhich have been all too much his ownShall from this hour be Heavens aloneYouth past in penitence and ageIn long and painful pilgrimageShall leave no traces of the flameThat wastes me now-- nor shall his nameEer bless my lips but when I prayFor his dear spirit that awayCasting from its angelic rayThe eclipse of earth he too may shineRedeemed all glorious and all ThineThink-- think what victory to winOne radiant soul like his from sinOne wandering star of virtue back To its own native heavenward trackLet him but live and both are ThineTogether Thine-- for blest or crostLiving or dead his doom is mineAnd if he perish both are lost
-- on to Part Eight --
[240] A wind which prevails in February called Bidmusk from a small and odoriferous flower of thatname --The wind which blows these flowers commonly lasts till the end of the month --Le Bruyn
[241] The Biajuacutes are of two races the one is settled on Borneo and are a rude but warlike andindustrious nation who reckon themselves the original possessors of the island of Borneo The other is a
species of sea-gypsies or itinerant fishermen who live in small covered boats and enjoy a perpetualsummer on the eastern ocean shifting to leeward from island to island with the variations of themonsoon SOURCE
[242] The sweet-scented violet is one of the plants most esteemed particularly for its great use in Sorbetwhich they make of violet sugar --Hassequist
[243] Last of all she took a guitar and sang a pathetic air in the measure called Nava which is alwaysused to express the lamentations of absent lovers -- Persian Tales
[244] The Easterns used to set out on their longer voyages with music --Harmer
[245] The Gate of Tears the straits or passage into the Red Sea commonly called Babelmandel Itreceived 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
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for all who had the boldness to hazard the passage through it into the Ethiopic ocean --Richardson
[246] I have been told that whensoever an animal falls down dead one or more vultures unseen beforeinstantly appears --Pennant
[247] They fasten some writing to the wings of a Bagdat or Babylonian pigeon -- Travels of certain Englishmen
[248] 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
[249] The meteors that Pliny calls faces
[250] The brilliant Canopus unseen in European climates --Brown
[251] A precious stone of the Indies called by the ancients Ceraunium because it was supposed to befound in places where thunder had fallen Tertullian says it has a glittering appearance as if there had firein it and the author of the Dissertation of Harriss Voyages supposes it to be the opal
[252] The Guebres are known by a dark yellow color which the men affect in their clothes --Thevenot
[253] The Kolah or cap worn by the Persians is made of the skin of the sheep of Tartary --Waring
[254] A frequent image among the oriental poets The nightingales warbled their enchanting notes andrent the thin veils of the rose-bud and the rose --Jami
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Nor friends upon the lessening strandLingering to wave the unseen handOr speak the farewell heard no more--But lone unheeded from the bayThe vessel takes its mournful way
Like some ill-destined bark that steersIn silence thro the Gate of Tears [245] And where was stern AL HASSAN thenCould not that saintly scourge of menFrom bloodshed and devotion spareOne minute for a farewell there
No-- close within in changeful fitsOf cursing and of prayer he sitsIn savage loneliness to broodUpon the coming night of blood--With that keen second-scent of deathBy which the vulture sniffs his foodIn the still warm and living breath [246] While oer the wave his weeping daughter Is wafted from these scenes of slaughter--As a young bird of BABYLON [247] Let loose to tell of victory wonFlies home with wing ah not unstainedBy the red hands that held her chained
And does the long-left home she seeksLight up no gladness on her cheeksThe flowers she nurst-- the well-known grovesWhere oft in dreams her spirit roves--Once more to see her dear gazellesCome bounding with their silver bellsHer birds new plumage to beholdAnd the gay gleaming fishes countShe left all filleted with goldShooting around their jasper fount [248] Her little garden mosque to seeAnd once again at evening hour
To tell her ruby rosaryIn her own sweet acacia bower--Can these delights that wait her nowCall up no sunshine on her brow
No --silent from her train apart--As if even now she felt at heartThe chill of her approaching doom--She sits all lovely in her gloomAs a pale Angel of the GraveAnd oer the wide tempestuous waveLooks with a shudder to those towers
Where in a few short awful hoursBlood blood in streaming tides shall run
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Foul incense for to-morrows sunWhere art thou glorious stranger thouSo loved so lost where art thou nowFoe-- Gheber-- infidel-- whateer The unhallowed name thourt doomed to bear
Still glorious-- still to this fond heartDear as its blood whateer thou artYes-- ALLA dreadful ALLA yes--If there be wrong be crime in thisLet the black waves that round us rollWhelm me this instant ere my soulForgetting faith-- home-- father-- allBefore its earthly idol fallNor worship even Thyself above him--For oh so wildly do I love himThy Paradise itself were dimAnd joyless if not shared with himHer hands were claspt-- her eyes upturnedDropping their tears like moonlight rainAnd tho her lip fond raver burnedWith words of passion bold profaneYet was there light around her browA holiness in those dark eyesWhich showed-- tho wandering earthward now--Her spirits home was in the skiesYes-- for a spirit pure as hersIs always pure even while it errsAs sunshine broken in the rillTho turned astray is sunshine still
So wholly had her mind forgotAll thoughts but one she heeded notThe rising storm-- the wave that castA moments midnight as it past--
Nor heard the frequent shout the treadOf gathering tumult oer her head--Clasht swords and tongues that seemed to vie
With the rude riot of the sky--But hark --that war-whoop on the deck--That crash as if each engine thereMast sails and all were gone to wreckMid yells and stampings of despairMerciful Heaven what can it beTis not the storm tho fearfullyThe ship has shuddered as she rodeOer mountain-waves-- Forgive me GodForgive me --shrieked the maid and kneltTrembling all over-- for she felt
As if her judgment hour was nearWhile crouching round half dead with fear
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Her handmaids clung nor breathed nor stirred--When hark --a second crash-- a third--And now as if a bolt of thunder Had riven the laboring planks asunderThe deck falls in-- what horrors then
Blood waves and tackle swords and menCome mixt together thro the chasm--Some wretches in their dying spasmStill fighting on-- and some that callFor GOD and IRAN as they fallWhose was the hand that turned awayThe perils of the infuriate frayAnd snatcht her breathless from beneathThis wilderment of wreck and deathShe knew not-- for a faintness cameChill oer her and her sinking frameAmid the ruins of that hour Lay like a pale and scorched flower Beneath the red volcanos showerBut oh the sights and sounds of dreadThat shockt her ere her senses fledThe yawning deck-- the crowd that stroveUpon the tottering planks above--The sail whose fragments shivering oer The stragglers heads all dasht with goreFluttered like bloody flags-- the clashOf sabres and the lightnings flashUpon their blades high tost aboutLike meteor brands [249] -- as if throughoutThe elements one fury ranOne general rage that left a doubtWhich was the fiercer Heaven or ManOnce too-- but no-- it could not be--Twas fancy all-- yet once she thoughtWhile yet her fading eyes could seeHigh on the ruined deck she caughtA glimpse of that unearthly form
That glory of her soul --even thenAmid the whirl of wreck and stormShining above his fellow-menAs on some black and troublous nightThe Star of EGYPT [250] whose proud light
Never hath beamed on those who restIn the White Islands of the WestBurns thro the storm with looks of flameThat put Heavens cloudier eyes to shameBut no-- twas but the minutes dream--A fantasy-- and ere the scream
Had half-way past her pallid lipsA death-like swoon a chill eclipse
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Of soul and sense its darkness spreadAround her and she sunk as deadHow calm how beautiful comes onThe stilly hour when storms are goneWhen warring winds have died away
And clouds beneath the glancing rayMelt off and leave the land and seaSleeping in bright tranquillity--Fresh as if Day again were bornAgain upon the lap of Morn--When the light blossoms rudely tornAnd scattered at the whirlwinds willHang floating in the pure air stillFilling it all with precious balmIn gratitude for this sweet calm--And every drop the thundershowersHave left upon the grass and flowersSparkles as twere that lightning-gem [251] Whose liquid flame is born of themWhen stead of one unchanging breezeThere blow a thousand gentle airsAnd each a different perfume bears--As if the loveliest plants and treesHad vassal breezes of their ownTo watch and wait on them aloneAnd waft no other breath than theirsWhen the blue waters rise and fallIn sleepy sunshine mantling allAnd even that swell the tempest leavesIs like the full and silent heavesOf lovers hearts when newly blestToo newly to be quite at rest
Such was the golden hour that brokeUpon the world when HINDA wokeFrom her long trance and heard around
No motion but the waters sound
Rippling against the vessels sideAs slow it mounted oer the tide--But where is she --her eyes are darkAre wilder still-- is this the barkThe same that from HARMOZIAS bayBore her at morn-- whose bloody wayThe sea-dog trackt --no-- strange and newIs all that meets her wondering viewUpon a galliots deck she liesBeneath no rich pavilions shade--
No plumes to fan her sleeping eyes
Nor jasmine on her pillow laidBut the rude litter roughly spread
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With war-cloaks is her homely bedAnd shawl and sash on javelins hungFor awning oer her head are flungShuddering she lookt around-- there layA group of warriors in the sun
Resting their limbs as for that dayTheir ministry of death were doneSome gazing on the drowsy seaLost in unconscious reveryAnd some who seemed but ill to brook That sluggish calm with many a look To the slack sail impatient castAs loose it bagged around the mast
Blest ALLA who shall save her nowTheres not in all that warrior bandOne Arab sword one turbaned browFrom her own Faithful Moslem landTheir garb-- the leathern belt that wrapsEach yellow vest [252] -- that rebel hue--The Tartar fleece upon their caps [253] --Yes-- yes-- her fears are all too trueAnd Heaven hath in this dreadful hour Abandoned her to HAFEDS power--HAFED the Gheber --at the thoughtHer very hearts blood chills withinHe whom her soul was hourly taughtTo loathe as some foul fiend of sinSome minister whom Hell had sentTo spread its blast whereer he wentAnd fling as oer our earth he trodHis shadow betwixt man and GodAnd she is now his captive --thrownIn his fierce hands alive aloneHis the infuriate band she seesAll infidels-- all enemiesWhat was the daring hope that then
Crost her like lightning as againWith boldness that despair had lentShe darted tho that armed crowdA look so searching so intentThat even the sternest warrior bowedAbasht when he her glances caughtAs if he guessed whose form they soughtBut no-- she sees him not-- tis goneThe vision that before her shoneThro all the maze of blood and stormIs fled-- twas but a phantom form--
One of those passing rainbow dreamsHalf light half shade which Fancys beams
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Paint on the fleeting mists that rollIn trance or slumber round the soul
But now the bark with livelier boundScales the blue wave-- the crews in motion
The oars are out and with light soundBreak the bright mirror of the oceanScattering its brilliant fragments roundAnd now she sees-- with horror seesTheir course is toward that mountain-hold--Those towers that make her life-blood freezeWhere MECCAS godless enemiesLie like beleaguered scorpions rolledIn their last deadly venomous foldAmid the illumined land and floodSunless that mighty mountain stoodSave where above its awful headThere shone a flaming cloud blood-redAs twere the flag of destinyHung out to mark where death would be
Had her bewildered mind the power Of thought in this terrific hourShe well might marvel where or howMans foot could scale that mountains browSince neer had Arab heard or knownOf path but thro the glen alone--But every thought was lost in fearWhen as their bounding bark drew near The craggy base she felt the wavesHurry them toward those dismal cavesThat from the Deep in windings passBeneath that Mounts volcanic mass--And loud a voice on deck commandsTo lower the mast and light the brands--Instantly oer the dashing tideWithin a caverns mouth they glide
Gloomy as that eternal PorchThro which departed spirits go-- Not even the flare of brand and torchIts flickering light could further throwThan the thick flood that boiled belowSilent they floated-- as if eachSat breathless and too awed for speechIn that dark chasm where even soundSeemed dark --so sullenly aroundThe goblin echoes of the caveMuttered it oer the long black wave
As twere some secret of the grave
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But soft-- they pause-- the current turnsBeneath them from its onward track--Some mighty unseen barrier spurnsThe vexed tide all foaming backAnd scarce the oars redoubled force
Can stem the eddys whirling courseWhen hark --some desperate foot has sprungAmong the rocks-- the chain is flung--The oars are up-- the grapple clingsAnd the tost bark in moorings swingsJust then a day-beam thro the shadeBroke tremulous-- but ere the maidCan see from whence the brightness stealsUpon her brow she shuddering feelsA viewless hand that promptly tiesA bandage round her burning eyesWhile the rude litter where she liesUplifted by the warrior throngOer the steep rocks is borne along
Blest power of sunshine --genial DayWhat balm what life is in thy rayTo feel thee is such real blissThat had the world no joy but thisTo sit in sunshine calm and sweet--It were a world too exquisiteFor man to leave it for the gloomThe deep cold shadow of the tombEven HINDA tho she saw not whereOr whither wound the perilous roadYet knew by that awakening airWhich suddenly around her glowedThat they had risen from the darkness thereAnd breathed the sunny world again
But soon this balmy freshness fled--For now the steepy labyrinth led
Thro damp and gloom-- mid crash of boughsAnd fall of loosened crags that rouseThe leopard from his hungry sleepWho starting thinks each crag a preyAnd long is heard from steep to steepChasing them down their thundering wayThe jackals cry-- the distant moanOf the hyena fierce and lone--And that eternal saddening soundOf torrents in the glen beneathAs twere the ever-dark Profound
That rolls beneath the Bridge of DeathAll all is fearful-- even to see
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To gaze on those terrific thingsShe now but blindly hears would beRelief to her imaginingsSince never yet was shape so dreadBut Fancy thus in darkness thrown
And by such sounds of horror fedCould frame more dreadful of her own
But does she dream has Fear againPerplext the workings of her brainOr did a voice all music thenCome from the gloom low whispering near--Tremble not love thy Ghebers hereShe does not dream-- all sense all earShe drinks the words Thy Ghebers hereTwas his own voice-- she could not err--Throughout the breathing worlds extentThere was but one such voice for herSo kind so soft so eloquentOh sooner shall the rose of MayMistake her own sweet nightingaleAnd to some meaner minstrels layOpen her bosoms glowing veil [254] Than Love shall ever doubt a toneA breath of the beloved one
Though blest mid all her ills to think She has that one beloved nearWhose smile tho met on ruins brink Hath power to make even ruin dear--Yet soon this gleam of rapture crostBy fears for him is chilled and lostHow shall the ruthless HAFED brook That one of Gheber blood should lookWith aught but curses in his eyeOn her-- a maid of ARABY--A Moslem maid-- the child of him
Whose bloody banners dire successHath left their altars cold and dimAnd their fair land a wildernessAnd worse than all that night of bloodWhich comes so fast-- Oh who shall stayThe sword that once hath tasted foodOf Persian hearts or turn its wayWhat arm shall then the victim coverOr from her father shield her lover
Save him my God she inly cries--
Save him this night-- and if thine eyesHave ever welcomed with delight
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The sinners tears the sacrificeOf sinners hearts-- guard him this nightAnd here before thy throne I swear From my hearts inmost core to tear Love hope remembrance tho they be
Linkt with each quivering life-string thereAnd give it bleeding all to TheeLet him but live --the burning tearThe sighs so sinful yet so dearWhich have been all too much his ownShall from this hour be Heavens aloneYouth past in penitence and ageIn long and painful pilgrimageShall leave no traces of the flameThat wastes me now-- nor shall his nameEer bless my lips but when I prayFor his dear spirit that awayCasting from its angelic rayThe eclipse of earth he too may shineRedeemed all glorious and all ThineThink-- think what victory to winOne radiant soul like his from sinOne wandering star of virtue back To its own native heavenward trackLet him but live and both are ThineTogether Thine-- for blest or crostLiving or dead his doom is mineAnd if he perish both are lost
-- on to Part Eight --
[240] A wind which prevails in February called Bidmusk from a small and odoriferous flower of thatname --The wind which blows these flowers commonly lasts till the end of the month --Le Bruyn
[241] The Biajuacutes are of two races the one is settled on Borneo and are a rude but warlike andindustrious nation who reckon themselves the original possessors of the island of Borneo The other is a
species of sea-gypsies or itinerant fishermen who live in small covered boats and enjoy a perpetualsummer on the eastern ocean shifting to leeward from island to island with the variations of themonsoon SOURCE
[242] The sweet-scented violet is one of the plants most esteemed particularly for its great use in Sorbetwhich they make of violet sugar --Hassequist
[243] Last of all she took a guitar and sang a pathetic air in the measure called Nava which is alwaysused to express the lamentations of absent lovers -- Persian Tales
[244] The Easterns used to set out on their longer voyages with music --Harmer
[245] The Gate of Tears the straits or passage into the Red Sea commonly called Babelmandel Itreceived 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
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for all who had the boldness to hazard the passage through it into the Ethiopic ocean --Richardson
[246] I have been told that whensoever an animal falls down dead one or more vultures unseen beforeinstantly appears --Pennant
[247] They fasten some writing to the wings of a Bagdat or Babylonian pigeon -- Travels of certain Englishmen
[248] 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
[249] The meteors that Pliny calls faces
[250] The brilliant Canopus unseen in European climates --Brown
[251] A precious stone of the Indies called by the ancients Ceraunium because it was supposed to befound in places where thunder had fallen Tertullian says it has a glittering appearance as if there had firein it and the author of the Dissertation of Harriss Voyages supposes it to be the opal
[252] The Guebres are known by a dark yellow color which the men affect in their clothes --Thevenot
[253] The Kolah or cap worn by the Persians is made of the skin of the sheep of Tartary --Waring
[254] A frequent image among the oriental poets The nightingales warbled their enchanting notes andrent the thin veils of the rose-bud and the rose --Jami
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Foul incense for to-morrows sunWhere art thou glorious stranger thouSo loved so lost where art thou nowFoe-- Gheber-- infidel-- whateer The unhallowed name thourt doomed to bear
Still glorious-- still to this fond heartDear as its blood whateer thou artYes-- ALLA dreadful ALLA yes--If there be wrong be crime in thisLet the black waves that round us rollWhelm me this instant ere my soulForgetting faith-- home-- father-- allBefore its earthly idol fallNor worship even Thyself above him--For oh so wildly do I love himThy Paradise itself were dimAnd joyless if not shared with himHer hands were claspt-- her eyes upturnedDropping their tears like moonlight rainAnd tho her lip fond raver burnedWith words of passion bold profaneYet was there light around her browA holiness in those dark eyesWhich showed-- tho wandering earthward now--Her spirits home was in the skiesYes-- for a spirit pure as hersIs always pure even while it errsAs sunshine broken in the rillTho turned astray is sunshine still
So wholly had her mind forgotAll thoughts but one she heeded notThe rising storm-- the wave that castA moments midnight as it past--
Nor heard the frequent shout the treadOf gathering tumult oer her head--Clasht swords and tongues that seemed to vie
With the rude riot of the sky--But hark --that war-whoop on the deck--That crash as if each engine thereMast sails and all were gone to wreckMid yells and stampings of despairMerciful Heaven what can it beTis not the storm tho fearfullyThe ship has shuddered as she rodeOer mountain-waves-- Forgive me GodForgive me --shrieked the maid and kneltTrembling all over-- for she felt
As if her judgment hour was nearWhile crouching round half dead with fear
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Her handmaids clung nor breathed nor stirred--When hark --a second crash-- a third--And now as if a bolt of thunder Had riven the laboring planks asunderThe deck falls in-- what horrors then
Blood waves and tackle swords and menCome mixt together thro the chasm--Some wretches in their dying spasmStill fighting on-- and some that callFor GOD and IRAN as they fallWhose was the hand that turned awayThe perils of the infuriate frayAnd snatcht her breathless from beneathThis wilderment of wreck and deathShe knew not-- for a faintness cameChill oer her and her sinking frameAmid the ruins of that hour Lay like a pale and scorched flower Beneath the red volcanos showerBut oh the sights and sounds of dreadThat shockt her ere her senses fledThe yawning deck-- the crowd that stroveUpon the tottering planks above--The sail whose fragments shivering oer The stragglers heads all dasht with goreFluttered like bloody flags-- the clashOf sabres and the lightnings flashUpon their blades high tost aboutLike meteor brands [249] -- as if throughoutThe elements one fury ranOne general rage that left a doubtWhich was the fiercer Heaven or ManOnce too-- but no-- it could not be--Twas fancy all-- yet once she thoughtWhile yet her fading eyes could seeHigh on the ruined deck she caughtA glimpse of that unearthly form
That glory of her soul --even thenAmid the whirl of wreck and stormShining above his fellow-menAs on some black and troublous nightThe Star of EGYPT [250] whose proud light
Never hath beamed on those who restIn the White Islands of the WestBurns thro the storm with looks of flameThat put Heavens cloudier eyes to shameBut no-- twas but the minutes dream--A fantasy-- and ere the scream
Had half-way past her pallid lipsA death-like swoon a chill eclipse
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Of soul and sense its darkness spreadAround her and she sunk as deadHow calm how beautiful comes onThe stilly hour when storms are goneWhen warring winds have died away
And clouds beneath the glancing rayMelt off and leave the land and seaSleeping in bright tranquillity--Fresh as if Day again were bornAgain upon the lap of Morn--When the light blossoms rudely tornAnd scattered at the whirlwinds willHang floating in the pure air stillFilling it all with precious balmIn gratitude for this sweet calm--And every drop the thundershowersHave left upon the grass and flowersSparkles as twere that lightning-gem [251] Whose liquid flame is born of themWhen stead of one unchanging breezeThere blow a thousand gentle airsAnd each a different perfume bears--As if the loveliest plants and treesHad vassal breezes of their ownTo watch and wait on them aloneAnd waft no other breath than theirsWhen the blue waters rise and fallIn sleepy sunshine mantling allAnd even that swell the tempest leavesIs like the full and silent heavesOf lovers hearts when newly blestToo newly to be quite at rest
Such was the golden hour that brokeUpon the world when HINDA wokeFrom her long trance and heard around
No motion but the waters sound
Rippling against the vessels sideAs slow it mounted oer the tide--But where is she --her eyes are darkAre wilder still-- is this the barkThe same that from HARMOZIAS bayBore her at morn-- whose bloody wayThe sea-dog trackt --no-- strange and newIs all that meets her wondering viewUpon a galliots deck she liesBeneath no rich pavilions shade--
No plumes to fan her sleeping eyes
Nor jasmine on her pillow laidBut the rude litter roughly spread
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With war-cloaks is her homely bedAnd shawl and sash on javelins hungFor awning oer her head are flungShuddering she lookt around-- there layA group of warriors in the sun
Resting their limbs as for that dayTheir ministry of death were doneSome gazing on the drowsy seaLost in unconscious reveryAnd some who seemed but ill to brook That sluggish calm with many a look To the slack sail impatient castAs loose it bagged around the mast
Blest ALLA who shall save her nowTheres not in all that warrior bandOne Arab sword one turbaned browFrom her own Faithful Moslem landTheir garb-- the leathern belt that wrapsEach yellow vest [252] -- that rebel hue--The Tartar fleece upon their caps [253] --Yes-- yes-- her fears are all too trueAnd Heaven hath in this dreadful hour Abandoned her to HAFEDS power--HAFED the Gheber --at the thoughtHer very hearts blood chills withinHe whom her soul was hourly taughtTo loathe as some foul fiend of sinSome minister whom Hell had sentTo spread its blast whereer he wentAnd fling as oer our earth he trodHis shadow betwixt man and GodAnd she is now his captive --thrownIn his fierce hands alive aloneHis the infuriate band she seesAll infidels-- all enemiesWhat was the daring hope that then
Crost her like lightning as againWith boldness that despair had lentShe darted tho that armed crowdA look so searching so intentThat even the sternest warrior bowedAbasht when he her glances caughtAs if he guessed whose form they soughtBut no-- she sees him not-- tis goneThe vision that before her shoneThro all the maze of blood and stormIs fled-- twas but a phantom form--
One of those passing rainbow dreamsHalf light half shade which Fancys beams
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Paint on the fleeting mists that rollIn trance or slumber round the soul
But now the bark with livelier boundScales the blue wave-- the crews in motion
The oars are out and with light soundBreak the bright mirror of the oceanScattering its brilliant fragments roundAnd now she sees-- with horror seesTheir course is toward that mountain-hold--Those towers that make her life-blood freezeWhere MECCAS godless enemiesLie like beleaguered scorpions rolledIn their last deadly venomous foldAmid the illumined land and floodSunless that mighty mountain stoodSave where above its awful headThere shone a flaming cloud blood-redAs twere the flag of destinyHung out to mark where death would be
Had her bewildered mind the power Of thought in this terrific hourShe well might marvel where or howMans foot could scale that mountains browSince neer had Arab heard or knownOf path but thro the glen alone--But every thought was lost in fearWhen as their bounding bark drew near The craggy base she felt the wavesHurry them toward those dismal cavesThat from the Deep in windings passBeneath that Mounts volcanic mass--And loud a voice on deck commandsTo lower the mast and light the brands--Instantly oer the dashing tideWithin a caverns mouth they glide
Gloomy as that eternal PorchThro which departed spirits go-- Not even the flare of brand and torchIts flickering light could further throwThan the thick flood that boiled belowSilent they floated-- as if eachSat breathless and too awed for speechIn that dark chasm where even soundSeemed dark --so sullenly aroundThe goblin echoes of the caveMuttered it oer the long black wave
As twere some secret of the grave
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But soft-- they pause-- the current turnsBeneath them from its onward track--Some mighty unseen barrier spurnsThe vexed tide all foaming backAnd scarce the oars redoubled force
Can stem the eddys whirling courseWhen hark --some desperate foot has sprungAmong the rocks-- the chain is flung--The oars are up-- the grapple clingsAnd the tost bark in moorings swingsJust then a day-beam thro the shadeBroke tremulous-- but ere the maidCan see from whence the brightness stealsUpon her brow she shuddering feelsA viewless hand that promptly tiesA bandage round her burning eyesWhile the rude litter where she liesUplifted by the warrior throngOer the steep rocks is borne along
Blest power of sunshine --genial DayWhat balm what life is in thy rayTo feel thee is such real blissThat had the world no joy but thisTo sit in sunshine calm and sweet--It were a world too exquisiteFor man to leave it for the gloomThe deep cold shadow of the tombEven HINDA tho she saw not whereOr whither wound the perilous roadYet knew by that awakening airWhich suddenly around her glowedThat they had risen from the darkness thereAnd breathed the sunny world again
But soon this balmy freshness fled--For now the steepy labyrinth led
Thro damp and gloom-- mid crash of boughsAnd fall of loosened crags that rouseThe leopard from his hungry sleepWho starting thinks each crag a preyAnd long is heard from steep to steepChasing them down their thundering wayThe jackals cry-- the distant moanOf the hyena fierce and lone--And that eternal saddening soundOf torrents in the glen beneathAs twere the ever-dark Profound
That rolls beneath the Bridge of DeathAll all is fearful-- even to see
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To gaze on those terrific thingsShe now but blindly hears would beRelief to her imaginingsSince never yet was shape so dreadBut Fancy thus in darkness thrown
And by such sounds of horror fedCould frame more dreadful of her own
But does she dream has Fear againPerplext the workings of her brainOr did a voice all music thenCome from the gloom low whispering near--Tremble not love thy Ghebers hereShe does not dream-- all sense all earShe drinks the words Thy Ghebers hereTwas his own voice-- she could not err--Throughout the breathing worlds extentThere was but one such voice for herSo kind so soft so eloquentOh sooner shall the rose of MayMistake her own sweet nightingaleAnd to some meaner minstrels layOpen her bosoms glowing veil [254] Than Love shall ever doubt a toneA breath of the beloved one
Though blest mid all her ills to think She has that one beloved nearWhose smile tho met on ruins brink Hath power to make even ruin dear--Yet soon this gleam of rapture crostBy fears for him is chilled and lostHow shall the ruthless HAFED brook That one of Gheber blood should lookWith aught but curses in his eyeOn her-- a maid of ARABY--A Moslem maid-- the child of him
Whose bloody banners dire successHath left their altars cold and dimAnd their fair land a wildernessAnd worse than all that night of bloodWhich comes so fast-- Oh who shall stayThe sword that once hath tasted foodOf Persian hearts or turn its wayWhat arm shall then the victim coverOr from her father shield her lover
Save him my God she inly cries--
Save him this night-- and if thine eyesHave ever welcomed with delight
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The sinners tears the sacrificeOf sinners hearts-- guard him this nightAnd here before thy throne I swear From my hearts inmost core to tear Love hope remembrance tho they be
Linkt with each quivering life-string thereAnd give it bleeding all to TheeLet him but live --the burning tearThe sighs so sinful yet so dearWhich have been all too much his ownShall from this hour be Heavens aloneYouth past in penitence and ageIn long and painful pilgrimageShall leave no traces of the flameThat wastes me now-- nor shall his nameEer bless my lips but when I prayFor his dear spirit that awayCasting from its angelic rayThe eclipse of earth he too may shineRedeemed all glorious and all ThineThink-- think what victory to winOne radiant soul like his from sinOne wandering star of virtue back To its own native heavenward trackLet him but live and both are ThineTogether Thine-- for blest or crostLiving or dead his doom is mineAnd if he perish both are lost
-- on to Part Eight --
[240] A wind which prevails in February called Bidmusk from a small and odoriferous flower of thatname --The wind which blows these flowers commonly lasts till the end of the month --Le Bruyn
[241] The Biajuacutes are of two races the one is settled on Borneo and are a rude but warlike andindustrious nation who reckon themselves the original possessors of the island of Borneo The other is a
species of sea-gypsies or itinerant fishermen who live in small covered boats and enjoy a perpetualsummer on the eastern ocean shifting to leeward from island to island with the variations of themonsoon SOURCE
[242] The sweet-scented violet is one of the plants most esteemed particularly for its great use in Sorbetwhich they make of violet sugar --Hassequist
[243] Last of all she took a guitar and sang a pathetic air in the measure called Nava which is alwaysused to express the lamentations of absent lovers -- Persian Tales
[244] The Easterns used to set out on their longer voyages with music --Harmer
[245] The Gate of Tears the straits or passage into the Red Sea commonly called Babelmandel Itreceived 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
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for all who had the boldness to hazard the passage through it into the Ethiopic ocean --Richardson
[246] I have been told that whensoever an animal falls down dead one or more vultures unseen beforeinstantly appears --Pennant
[247] They fasten some writing to the wings of a Bagdat or Babylonian pigeon -- Travels of certain Englishmen
[248] 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
[249] The meteors that Pliny calls faces
[250] The brilliant Canopus unseen in European climates --Brown
[251] A precious stone of the Indies called by the ancients Ceraunium because it was supposed to befound in places where thunder had fallen Tertullian says it has a glittering appearance as if there had firein it and the author of the Dissertation of Harriss Voyages supposes it to be the opal
[252] The Guebres are known by a dark yellow color which the men affect in their clothes --Thevenot
[253] The Kolah or cap worn by the Persians is made of the skin of the sheep of Tartary --Waring
[254] A frequent image among the oriental poets The nightingales warbled their enchanting notes andrent the thin veils of the rose-bud and the rose --Jami
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Her handmaids clung nor breathed nor stirred--When hark --a second crash-- a third--And now as if a bolt of thunder Had riven the laboring planks asunderThe deck falls in-- what horrors then
Blood waves and tackle swords and menCome mixt together thro the chasm--Some wretches in their dying spasmStill fighting on-- and some that callFor GOD and IRAN as they fallWhose was the hand that turned awayThe perils of the infuriate frayAnd snatcht her breathless from beneathThis wilderment of wreck and deathShe knew not-- for a faintness cameChill oer her and her sinking frameAmid the ruins of that hour Lay like a pale and scorched flower Beneath the red volcanos showerBut oh the sights and sounds of dreadThat shockt her ere her senses fledThe yawning deck-- the crowd that stroveUpon the tottering planks above--The sail whose fragments shivering oer The stragglers heads all dasht with goreFluttered like bloody flags-- the clashOf sabres and the lightnings flashUpon their blades high tost aboutLike meteor brands [249] -- as if throughoutThe elements one fury ranOne general rage that left a doubtWhich was the fiercer Heaven or ManOnce too-- but no-- it could not be--Twas fancy all-- yet once she thoughtWhile yet her fading eyes could seeHigh on the ruined deck she caughtA glimpse of that unearthly form
That glory of her soul --even thenAmid the whirl of wreck and stormShining above his fellow-menAs on some black and troublous nightThe Star of EGYPT [250] whose proud light
Never hath beamed on those who restIn the White Islands of the WestBurns thro the storm with looks of flameThat put Heavens cloudier eyes to shameBut no-- twas but the minutes dream--A fantasy-- and ere the scream
Had half-way past her pallid lipsA death-like swoon a chill eclipse
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Of soul and sense its darkness spreadAround her and she sunk as deadHow calm how beautiful comes onThe stilly hour when storms are goneWhen warring winds have died away
And clouds beneath the glancing rayMelt off and leave the land and seaSleeping in bright tranquillity--Fresh as if Day again were bornAgain upon the lap of Morn--When the light blossoms rudely tornAnd scattered at the whirlwinds willHang floating in the pure air stillFilling it all with precious balmIn gratitude for this sweet calm--And every drop the thundershowersHave left upon the grass and flowersSparkles as twere that lightning-gem [251] Whose liquid flame is born of themWhen stead of one unchanging breezeThere blow a thousand gentle airsAnd each a different perfume bears--As if the loveliest plants and treesHad vassal breezes of their ownTo watch and wait on them aloneAnd waft no other breath than theirsWhen the blue waters rise and fallIn sleepy sunshine mantling allAnd even that swell the tempest leavesIs like the full and silent heavesOf lovers hearts when newly blestToo newly to be quite at rest
Such was the golden hour that brokeUpon the world when HINDA wokeFrom her long trance and heard around
No motion but the waters sound
Rippling against the vessels sideAs slow it mounted oer the tide--But where is she --her eyes are darkAre wilder still-- is this the barkThe same that from HARMOZIAS bayBore her at morn-- whose bloody wayThe sea-dog trackt --no-- strange and newIs all that meets her wondering viewUpon a galliots deck she liesBeneath no rich pavilions shade--
No plumes to fan her sleeping eyes
Nor jasmine on her pillow laidBut the rude litter roughly spread
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With war-cloaks is her homely bedAnd shawl and sash on javelins hungFor awning oer her head are flungShuddering she lookt around-- there layA group of warriors in the sun
Resting their limbs as for that dayTheir ministry of death were doneSome gazing on the drowsy seaLost in unconscious reveryAnd some who seemed but ill to brook That sluggish calm with many a look To the slack sail impatient castAs loose it bagged around the mast
Blest ALLA who shall save her nowTheres not in all that warrior bandOne Arab sword one turbaned browFrom her own Faithful Moslem landTheir garb-- the leathern belt that wrapsEach yellow vest [252] -- that rebel hue--The Tartar fleece upon their caps [253] --Yes-- yes-- her fears are all too trueAnd Heaven hath in this dreadful hour Abandoned her to HAFEDS power--HAFED the Gheber --at the thoughtHer very hearts blood chills withinHe whom her soul was hourly taughtTo loathe as some foul fiend of sinSome minister whom Hell had sentTo spread its blast whereer he wentAnd fling as oer our earth he trodHis shadow betwixt man and GodAnd she is now his captive --thrownIn his fierce hands alive aloneHis the infuriate band she seesAll infidels-- all enemiesWhat was the daring hope that then
Crost her like lightning as againWith boldness that despair had lentShe darted tho that armed crowdA look so searching so intentThat even the sternest warrior bowedAbasht when he her glances caughtAs if he guessed whose form they soughtBut no-- she sees him not-- tis goneThe vision that before her shoneThro all the maze of blood and stormIs fled-- twas but a phantom form--
One of those passing rainbow dreamsHalf light half shade which Fancys beams
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Paint on the fleeting mists that rollIn trance or slumber round the soul
But now the bark with livelier boundScales the blue wave-- the crews in motion
The oars are out and with light soundBreak the bright mirror of the oceanScattering its brilliant fragments roundAnd now she sees-- with horror seesTheir course is toward that mountain-hold--Those towers that make her life-blood freezeWhere MECCAS godless enemiesLie like beleaguered scorpions rolledIn their last deadly venomous foldAmid the illumined land and floodSunless that mighty mountain stoodSave where above its awful headThere shone a flaming cloud blood-redAs twere the flag of destinyHung out to mark where death would be
Had her bewildered mind the power Of thought in this terrific hourShe well might marvel where or howMans foot could scale that mountains browSince neer had Arab heard or knownOf path but thro the glen alone--But every thought was lost in fearWhen as their bounding bark drew near The craggy base she felt the wavesHurry them toward those dismal cavesThat from the Deep in windings passBeneath that Mounts volcanic mass--And loud a voice on deck commandsTo lower the mast and light the brands--Instantly oer the dashing tideWithin a caverns mouth they glide
Gloomy as that eternal PorchThro which departed spirits go-- Not even the flare of brand and torchIts flickering light could further throwThan the thick flood that boiled belowSilent they floated-- as if eachSat breathless and too awed for speechIn that dark chasm where even soundSeemed dark --so sullenly aroundThe goblin echoes of the caveMuttered it oer the long black wave
As twere some secret of the grave
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But soft-- they pause-- the current turnsBeneath them from its onward track--Some mighty unseen barrier spurnsThe vexed tide all foaming backAnd scarce the oars redoubled force
Can stem the eddys whirling courseWhen hark --some desperate foot has sprungAmong the rocks-- the chain is flung--The oars are up-- the grapple clingsAnd the tost bark in moorings swingsJust then a day-beam thro the shadeBroke tremulous-- but ere the maidCan see from whence the brightness stealsUpon her brow she shuddering feelsA viewless hand that promptly tiesA bandage round her burning eyesWhile the rude litter where she liesUplifted by the warrior throngOer the steep rocks is borne along
Blest power of sunshine --genial DayWhat balm what life is in thy rayTo feel thee is such real blissThat had the world no joy but thisTo sit in sunshine calm and sweet--It were a world too exquisiteFor man to leave it for the gloomThe deep cold shadow of the tombEven HINDA tho she saw not whereOr whither wound the perilous roadYet knew by that awakening airWhich suddenly around her glowedThat they had risen from the darkness thereAnd breathed the sunny world again
But soon this balmy freshness fled--For now the steepy labyrinth led
Thro damp and gloom-- mid crash of boughsAnd fall of loosened crags that rouseThe leopard from his hungry sleepWho starting thinks each crag a preyAnd long is heard from steep to steepChasing them down their thundering wayThe jackals cry-- the distant moanOf the hyena fierce and lone--And that eternal saddening soundOf torrents in the glen beneathAs twere the ever-dark Profound
That rolls beneath the Bridge of DeathAll all is fearful-- even to see
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To gaze on those terrific thingsShe now but blindly hears would beRelief to her imaginingsSince never yet was shape so dreadBut Fancy thus in darkness thrown
And by such sounds of horror fedCould frame more dreadful of her own
But does she dream has Fear againPerplext the workings of her brainOr did a voice all music thenCome from the gloom low whispering near--Tremble not love thy Ghebers hereShe does not dream-- all sense all earShe drinks the words Thy Ghebers hereTwas his own voice-- she could not err--Throughout the breathing worlds extentThere was but one such voice for herSo kind so soft so eloquentOh sooner shall the rose of MayMistake her own sweet nightingaleAnd to some meaner minstrels layOpen her bosoms glowing veil [254] Than Love shall ever doubt a toneA breath of the beloved one
Though blest mid all her ills to think She has that one beloved nearWhose smile tho met on ruins brink Hath power to make even ruin dear--Yet soon this gleam of rapture crostBy fears for him is chilled and lostHow shall the ruthless HAFED brook That one of Gheber blood should lookWith aught but curses in his eyeOn her-- a maid of ARABY--A Moslem maid-- the child of him
Whose bloody banners dire successHath left their altars cold and dimAnd their fair land a wildernessAnd worse than all that night of bloodWhich comes so fast-- Oh who shall stayThe sword that once hath tasted foodOf Persian hearts or turn its wayWhat arm shall then the victim coverOr from her father shield her lover
Save him my God she inly cries--
Save him this night-- and if thine eyesHave ever welcomed with delight
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The sinners tears the sacrificeOf sinners hearts-- guard him this nightAnd here before thy throne I swear From my hearts inmost core to tear Love hope remembrance tho they be
Linkt with each quivering life-string thereAnd give it bleeding all to TheeLet him but live --the burning tearThe sighs so sinful yet so dearWhich have been all too much his ownShall from this hour be Heavens aloneYouth past in penitence and ageIn long and painful pilgrimageShall leave no traces of the flameThat wastes me now-- nor shall his nameEer bless my lips but when I prayFor his dear spirit that awayCasting from its angelic rayThe eclipse of earth he too may shineRedeemed all glorious and all ThineThink-- think what victory to winOne radiant soul like his from sinOne wandering star of virtue back To its own native heavenward trackLet him but live and both are ThineTogether Thine-- for blest or crostLiving or dead his doom is mineAnd if he perish both are lost
-- on to Part Eight --
[240] A wind which prevails in February called Bidmusk from a small and odoriferous flower of thatname --The wind which blows these flowers commonly lasts till the end of the month --Le Bruyn
[241] The Biajuacutes are of two races the one is settled on Borneo and are a rude but warlike andindustrious nation who reckon themselves the original possessors of the island of Borneo The other is a
species of sea-gypsies or itinerant fishermen who live in small covered boats and enjoy a perpetualsummer on the eastern ocean shifting to leeward from island to island with the variations of themonsoon SOURCE
[242] The sweet-scented violet is one of the plants most esteemed particularly for its great use in Sorbetwhich they make of violet sugar --Hassequist
[243] Last of all she took a guitar and sang a pathetic air in the measure called Nava which is alwaysused to express the lamentations of absent lovers -- Persian Tales
[244] The Easterns used to set out on their longer voyages with music --Harmer
[245] The Gate of Tears the straits or passage into the Red Sea commonly called Babelmandel Itreceived 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
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for all who had the boldness to hazard the passage through it into the Ethiopic ocean --Richardson
[246] I have been told that whensoever an animal falls down dead one or more vultures unseen beforeinstantly appears --Pennant
[247] They fasten some writing to the wings of a Bagdat or Babylonian pigeon -- Travels of certain Englishmen
[248] 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
[249] The meteors that Pliny calls faces
[250] The brilliant Canopus unseen in European climates --Brown
[251] A precious stone of the Indies called by the ancients Ceraunium because it was supposed to befound in places where thunder had fallen Tertullian says it has a glittering appearance as if there had firein it and the author of the Dissertation of Harriss Voyages supposes it to be the opal
[252] The Guebres are known by a dark yellow color which the men affect in their clothes --Thevenot
[253] The Kolah or cap worn by the Persians is made of the skin of the sheep of Tartary --Waring
[254] A frequent image among the oriental poets The nightingales warbled their enchanting notes andrent the thin veils of the rose-bud and the rose --Jami
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Of soul and sense its darkness spreadAround her and she sunk as deadHow calm how beautiful comes onThe stilly hour when storms are goneWhen warring winds have died away
And clouds beneath the glancing rayMelt off and leave the land and seaSleeping in bright tranquillity--Fresh as if Day again were bornAgain upon the lap of Morn--When the light blossoms rudely tornAnd scattered at the whirlwinds willHang floating in the pure air stillFilling it all with precious balmIn gratitude for this sweet calm--And every drop the thundershowersHave left upon the grass and flowersSparkles as twere that lightning-gem [251] Whose liquid flame is born of themWhen stead of one unchanging breezeThere blow a thousand gentle airsAnd each a different perfume bears--As if the loveliest plants and treesHad vassal breezes of their ownTo watch and wait on them aloneAnd waft no other breath than theirsWhen the blue waters rise and fallIn sleepy sunshine mantling allAnd even that swell the tempest leavesIs like the full and silent heavesOf lovers hearts when newly blestToo newly to be quite at rest
Such was the golden hour that brokeUpon the world when HINDA wokeFrom her long trance and heard around
No motion but the waters sound
Rippling against the vessels sideAs slow it mounted oer the tide--But where is she --her eyes are darkAre wilder still-- is this the barkThe same that from HARMOZIAS bayBore her at morn-- whose bloody wayThe sea-dog trackt --no-- strange and newIs all that meets her wondering viewUpon a galliots deck she liesBeneath no rich pavilions shade--
No plumes to fan her sleeping eyes
Nor jasmine on her pillow laidBut the rude litter roughly spread
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With war-cloaks is her homely bedAnd shawl and sash on javelins hungFor awning oer her head are flungShuddering she lookt around-- there layA group of warriors in the sun
Resting their limbs as for that dayTheir ministry of death were doneSome gazing on the drowsy seaLost in unconscious reveryAnd some who seemed but ill to brook That sluggish calm with many a look To the slack sail impatient castAs loose it bagged around the mast
Blest ALLA who shall save her nowTheres not in all that warrior bandOne Arab sword one turbaned browFrom her own Faithful Moslem landTheir garb-- the leathern belt that wrapsEach yellow vest [252] -- that rebel hue--The Tartar fleece upon their caps [253] --Yes-- yes-- her fears are all too trueAnd Heaven hath in this dreadful hour Abandoned her to HAFEDS power--HAFED the Gheber --at the thoughtHer very hearts blood chills withinHe whom her soul was hourly taughtTo loathe as some foul fiend of sinSome minister whom Hell had sentTo spread its blast whereer he wentAnd fling as oer our earth he trodHis shadow betwixt man and GodAnd she is now his captive --thrownIn his fierce hands alive aloneHis the infuriate band she seesAll infidels-- all enemiesWhat was the daring hope that then
Crost her like lightning as againWith boldness that despair had lentShe darted tho that armed crowdA look so searching so intentThat even the sternest warrior bowedAbasht when he her glances caughtAs if he guessed whose form they soughtBut no-- she sees him not-- tis goneThe vision that before her shoneThro all the maze of blood and stormIs fled-- twas but a phantom form--
One of those passing rainbow dreamsHalf light half shade which Fancys beams
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Paint on the fleeting mists that rollIn trance or slumber round the soul
But now the bark with livelier boundScales the blue wave-- the crews in motion
The oars are out and with light soundBreak the bright mirror of the oceanScattering its brilliant fragments roundAnd now she sees-- with horror seesTheir course is toward that mountain-hold--Those towers that make her life-blood freezeWhere MECCAS godless enemiesLie like beleaguered scorpions rolledIn their last deadly venomous foldAmid the illumined land and floodSunless that mighty mountain stoodSave where above its awful headThere shone a flaming cloud blood-redAs twere the flag of destinyHung out to mark where death would be
Had her bewildered mind the power Of thought in this terrific hourShe well might marvel where or howMans foot could scale that mountains browSince neer had Arab heard or knownOf path but thro the glen alone--But every thought was lost in fearWhen as their bounding bark drew near The craggy base she felt the wavesHurry them toward those dismal cavesThat from the Deep in windings passBeneath that Mounts volcanic mass--And loud a voice on deck commandsTo lower the mast and light the brands--Instantly oer the dashing tideWithin a caverns mouth they glide
Gloomy as that eternal PorchThro which departed spirits go-- Not even the flare of brand and torchIts flickering light could further throwThan the thick flood that boiled belowSilent they floated-- as if eachSat breathless and too awed for speechIn that dark chasm where even soundSeemed dark --so sullenly aroundThe goblin echoes of the caveMuttered it oer the long black wave
As twere some secret of the grave
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But soft-- they pause-- the current turnsBeneath them from its onward track--Some mighty unseen barrier spurnsThe vexed tide all foaming backAnd scarce the oars redoubled force
Can stem the eddys whirling courseWhen hark --some desperate foot has sprungAmong the rocks-- the chain is flung--The oars are up-- the grapple clingsAnd the tost bark in moorings swingsJust then a day-beam thro the shadeBroke tremulous-- but ere the maidCan see from whence the brightness stealsUpon her brow she shuddering feelsA viewless hand that promptly tiesA bandage round her burning eyesWhile the rude litter where she liesUplifted by the warrior throngOer the steep rocks is borne along
Blest power of sunshine --genial DayWhat balm what life is in thy rayTo feel thee is such real blissThat had the world no joy but thisTo sit in sunshine calm and sweet--It were a world too exquisiteFor man to leave it for the gloomThe deep cold shadow of the tombEven HINDA tho she saw not whereOr whither wound the perilous roadYet knew by that awakening airWhich suddenly around her glowedThat they had risen from the darkness thereAnd breathed the sunny world again
But soon this balmy freshness fled--For now the steepy labyrinth led
Thro damp and gloom-- mid crash of boughsAnd fall of loosened crags that rouseThe leopard from his hungry sleepWho starting thinks each crag a preyAnd long is heard from steep to steepChasing them down their thundering wayThe jackals cry-- the distant moanOf the hyena fierce and lone--And that eternal saddening soundOf torrents in the glen beneathAs twere the ever-dark Profound
That rolls beneath the Bridge of DeathAll all is fearful-- even to see
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To gaze on those terrific thingsShe now but blindly hears would beRelief to her imaginingsSince never yet was shape so dreadBut Fancy thus in darkness thrown
And by such sounds of horror fedCould frame more dreadful of her own
But does she dream has Fear againPerplext the workings of her brainOr did a voice all music thenCome from the gloom low whispering near--Tremble not love thy Ghebers hereShe does not dream-- all sense all earShe drinks the words Thy Ghebers hereTwas his own voice-- she could not err--Throughout the breathing worlds extentThere was but one such voice for herSo kind so soft so eloquentOh sooner shall the rose of MayMistake her own sweet nightingaleAnd to some meaner minstrels layOpen her bosoms glowing veil [254] Than Love shall ever doubt a toneA breath of the beloved one
Though blest mid all her ills to think She has that one beloved nearWhose smile tho met on ruins brink Hath power to make even ruin dear--Yet soon this gleam of rapture crostBy fears for him is chilled and lostHow shall the ruthless HAFED brook That one of Gheber blood should lookWith aught but curses in his eyeOn her-- a maid of ARABY--A Moslem maid-- the child of him
Whose bloody banners dire successHath left their altars cold and dimAnd their fair land a wildernessAnd worse than all that night of bloodWhich comes so fast-- Oh who shall stayThe sword that once hath tasted foodOf Persian hearts or turn its wayWhat arm shall then the victim coverOr from her father shield her lover
Save him my God she inly cries--
Save him this night-- and if thine eyesHave ever welcomed with delight
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The sinners tears the sacrificeOf sinners hearts-- guard him this nightAnd here before thy throne I swear From my hearts inmost core to tear Love hope remembrance tho they be
Linkt with each quivering life-string thereAnd give it bleeding all to TheeLet him but live --the burning tearThe sighs so sinful yet so dearWhich have been all too much his ownShall from this hour be Heavens aloneYouth past in penitence and ageIn long and painful pilgrimageShall leave no traces of the flameThat wastes me now-- nor shall his nameEer bless my lips but when I prayFor his dear spirit that awayCasting from its angelic rayThe eclipse of earth he too may shineRedeemed all glorious and all ThineThink-- think what victory to winOne radiant soul like his from sinOne wandering star of virtue back To its own native heavenward trackLet him but live and both are ThineTogether Thine-- for blest or crostLiving or dead his doom is mineAnd if he perish both are lost
-- on to Part Eight --
[240] A wind which prevails in February called Bidmusk from a small and odoriferous flower of thatname --The wind which blows these flowers commonly lasts till the end of the month --Le Bruyn
[241] The Biajuacutes are of two races the one is settled on Borneo and are a rude but warlike andindustrious nation who reckon themselves the original possessors of the island of Borneo The other is a
species of sea-gypsies or itinerant fishermen who live in small covered boats and enjoy a perpetualsummer on the eastern ocean shifting to leeward from island to island with the variations of themonsoon SOURCE
[242] The sweet-scented violet is one of the plants most esteemed particularly for its great use in Sorbetwhich they make of violet sugar --Hassequist
[243] Last of all she took a guitar and sang a pathetic air in the measure called Nava which is alwaysused to express the lamentations of absent lovers -- Persian Tales
[244] The Easterns used to set out on their longer voyages with music --Harmer
[245] The Gate of Tears the straits or passage into the Red Sea commonly called Babelmandel Itreceived 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
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for all who had the boldness to hazard the passage through it into the Ethiopic ocean --Richardson
[246] I have been told that whensoever an animal falls down dead one or more vultures unseen beforeinstantly appears --Pennant
[247] They fasten some writing to the wings of a Bagdat or Babylonian pigeon -- Travels of certain Englishmen
[248] 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
[249] The meteors that Pliny calls faces
[250] The brilliant Canopus unseen in European climates --Brown
[251] A precious stone of the Indies called by the ancients Ceraunium because it was supposed to befound in places where thunder had fallen Tertullian says it has a glittering appearance as if there had firein it and the author of the Dissertation of Harriss Voyages supposes it to be the opal
[252] The Guebres are known by a dark yellow color which the men affect in their clothes --Thevenot
[253] The Kolah or cap worn by the Persians is made of the skin of the sheep of Tartary --Waring
[254] A frequent image among the oriental poets The nightingales warbled their enchanting notes andrent the thin veils of the rose-bud and the rose --Jami
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With war-cloaks is her homely bedAnd shawl and sash on javelins hungFor awning oer her head are flungShuddering she lookt around-- there layA group of warriors in the sun
Resting their limbs as for that dayTheir ministry of death were doneSome gazing on the drowsy seaLost in unconscious reveryAnd some who seemed but ill to brook That sluggish calm with many a look To the slack sail impatient castAs loose it bagged around the mast
Blest ALLA who shall save her nowTheres not in all that warrior bandOne Arab sword one turbaned browFrom her own Faithful Moslem landTheir garb-- the leathern belt that wrapsEach yellow vest [252] -- that rebel hue--The Tartar fleece upon their caps [253] --Yes-- yes-- her fears are all too trueAnd Heaven hath in this dreadful hour Abandoned her to HAFEDS power--HAFED the Gheber --at the thoughtHer very hearts blood chills withinHe whom her soul was hourly taughtTo loathe as some foul fiend of sinSome minister whom Hell had sentTo spread its blast whereer he wentAnd fling as oer our earth he trodHis shadow betwixt man and GodAnd she is now his captive --thrownIn his fierce hands alive aloneHis the infuriate band she seesAll infidels-- all enemiesWhat was the daring hope that then
Crost her like lightning as againWith boldness that despair had lentShe darted tho that armed crowdA look so searching so intentThat even the sternest warrior bowedAbasht when he her glances caughtAs if he guessed whose form they soughtBut no-- she sees him not-- tis goneThe vision that before her shoneThro all the maze of blood and stormIs fled-- twas but a phantom form--
One of those passing rainbow dreamsHalf light half shade which Fancys beams
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Paint on the fleeting mists that rollIn trance or slumber round the soul
But now the bark with livelier boundScales the blue wave-- the crews in motion
The oars are out and with light soundBreak the bright mirror of the oceanScattering its brilliant fragments roundAnd now she sees-- with horror seesTheir course is toward that mountain-hold--Those towers that make her life-blood freezeWhere MECCAS godless enemiesLie like beleaguered scorpions rolledIn their last deadly venomous foldAmid the illumined land and floodSunless that mighty mountain stoodSave where above its awful headThere shone a flaming cloud blood-redAs twere the flag of destinyHung out to mark where death would be
Had her bewildered mind the power Of thought in this terrific hourShe well might marvel where or howMans foot could scale that mountains browSince neer had Arab heard or knownOf path but thro the glen alone--But every thought was lost in fearWhen as their bounding bark drew near The craggy base she felt the wavesHurry them toward those dismal cavesThat from the Deep in windings passBeneath that Mounts volcanic mass--And loud a voice on deck commandsTo lower the mast and light the brands--Instantly oer the dashing tideWithin a caverns mouth they glide
Gloomy as that eternal PorchThro which departed spirits go-- Not even the flare of brand and torchIts flickering light could further throwThan the thick flood that boiled belowSilent they floated-- as if eachSat breathless and too awed for speechIn that dark chasm where even soundSeemed dark --so sullenly aroundThe goblin echoes of the caveMuttered it oer the long black wave
As twere some secret of the grave
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But soft-- they pause-- the current turnsBeneath them from its onward track--Some mighty unseen barrier spurnsThe vexed tide all foaming backAnd scarce the oars redoubled force
Can stem the eddys whirling courseWhen hark --some desperate foot has sprungAmong the rocks-- the chain is flung--The oars are up-- the grapple clingsAnd the tost bark in moorings swingsJust then a day-beam thro the shadeBroke tremulous-- but ere the maidCan see from whence the brightness stealsUpon her brow she shuddering feelsA viewless hand that promptly tiesA bandage round her burning eyesWhile the rude litter where she liesUplifted by the warrior throngOer the steep rocks is borne along
Blest power of sunshine --genial DayWhat balm what life is in thy rayTo feel thee is such real blissThat had the world no joy but thisTo sit in sunshine calm and sweet--It were a world too exquisiteFor man to leave it for the gloomThe deep cold shadow of the tombEven HINDA tho she saw not whereOr whither wound the perilous roadYet knew by that awakening airWhich suddenly around her glowedThat they had risen from the darkness thereAnd breathed the sunny world again
But soon this balmy freshness fled--For now the steepy labyrinth led
Thro damp and gloom-- mid crash of boughsAnd fall of loosened crags that rouseThe leopard from his hungry sleepWho starting thinks each crag a preyAnd long is heard from steep to steepChasing them down their thundering wayThe jackals cry-- the distant moanOf the hyena fierce and lone--And that eternal saddening soundOf torrents in the glen beneathAs twere the ever-dark Profound
That rolls beneath the Bridge of DeathAll all is fearful-- even to see
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To gaze on those terrific thingsShe now but blindly hears would beRelief to her imaginingsSince never yet was shape so dreadBut Fancy thus in darkness thrown
And by such sounds of horror fedCould frame more dreadful of her own
But does she dream has Fear againPerplext the workings of her brainOr did a voice all music thenCome from the gloom low whispering near--Tremble not love thy Ghebers hereShe does not dream-- all sense all earShe drinks the words Thy Ghebers hereTwas his own voice-- she could not err--Throughout the breathing worlds extentThere was but one such voice for herSo kind so soft so eloquentOh sooner shall the rose of MayMistake her own sweet nightingaleAnd to some meaner minstrels layOpen her bosoms glowing veil [254] Than Love shall ever doubt a toneA breath of the beloved one
Though blest mid all her ills to think She has that one beloved nearWhose smile tho met on ruins brink Hath power to make even ruin dear--Yet soon this gleam of rapture crostBy fears for him is chilled and lostHow shall the ruthless HAFED brook That one of Gheber blood should lookWith aught but curses in his eyeOn her-- a maid of ARABY--A Moslem maid-- the child of him
Whose bloody banners dire successHath left their altars cold and dimAnd their fair land a wildernessAnd worse than all that night of bloodWhich comes so fast-- Oh who shall stayThe sword that once hath tasted foodOf Persian hearts or turn its wayWhat arm shall then the victim coverOr from her father shield her lover
Save him my God she inly cries--
Save him this night-- and if thine eyesHave ever welcomed with delight
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The sinners tears the sacrificeOf sinners hearts-- guard him this nightAnd here before thy throne I swear From my hearts inmost core to tear Love hope remembrance tho they be
Linkt with each quivering life-string thereAnd give it bleeding all to TheeLet him but live --the burning tearThe sighs so sinful yet so dearWhich have been all too much his ownShall from this hour be Heavens aloneYouth past in penitence and ageIn long and painful pilgrimageShall leave no traces of the flameThat wastes me now-- nor shall his nameEer bless my lips but when I prayFor his dear spirit that awayCasting from its angelic rayThe eclipse of earth he too may shineRedeemed all glorious and all ThineThink-- think what victory to winOne radiant soul like his from sinOne wandering star of virtue back To its own native heavenward trackLet him but live and both are ThineTogether Thine-- for blest or crostLiving or dead his doom is mineAnd if he perish both are lost
-- on to Part Eight --
[240] A wind which prevails in February called Bidmusk from a small and odoriferous flower of thatname --The wind which blows these flowers commonly lasts till the end of the month --Le Bruyn
[241] The Biajuacutes are of two races the one is settled on Borneo and are a rude but warlike andindustrious nation who reckon themselves the original possessors of the island of Borneo The other is a
species of sea-gypsies or itinerant fishermen who live in small covered boats and enjoy a perpetualsummer on the eastern ocean shifting to leeward from island to island with the variations of themonsoon SOURCE
[242] The sweet-scented violet is one of the plants most esteemed particularly for its great use in Sorbetwhich they make of violet sugar --Hassequist
[243] Last of all she took a guitar and sang a pathetic air in the measure called Nava which is alwaysused to express the lamentations of absent lovers -- Persian Tales
[244] The Easterns used to set out on their longer voyages with music --Harmer
[245] The Gate of Tears the straits or passage into the Red Sea commonly called Babelmandel Itreceived 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
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for all who had the boldness to hazard the passage through it into the Ethiopic ocean --Richardson
[246] I have been told that whensoever an animal falls down dead one or more vultures unseen beforeinstantly appears --Pennant
[247] They fasten some writing to the wings of a Bagdat or Babylonian pigeon -- Travels of certain Englishmen
[248] 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
[249] The meteors that Pliny calls faces
[250] The brilliant Canopus unseen in European climates --Brown
[251] A precious stone of the Indies called by the ancients Ceraunium because it was supposed to befound in places where thunder had fallen Tertullian says it has a glittering appearance as if there had firein it and the author of the Dissertation of Harriss Voyages supposes it to be the opal
[252] The Guebres are known by a dark yellow color which the men affect in their clothes --Thevenot
[253] The Kolah or cap worn by the Persians is made of the skin of the sheep of Tartary --Waring
[254] A frequent image among the oriental poets The nightingales warbled their enchanting notes andrent the thin veils of the rose-bud and the rose --Jami
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Paint on the fleeting mists that rollIn trance or slumber round the soul
But now the bark with livelier boundScales the blue wave-- the crews in motion
The oars are out and with light soundBreak the bright mirror of the oceanScattering its brilliant fragments roundAnd now she sees-- with horror seesTheir course is toward that mountain-hold--Those towers that make her life-blood freezeWhere MECCAS godless enemiesLie like beleaguered scorpions rolledIn their last deadly venomous foldAmid the illumined land and floodSunless that mighty mountain stoodSave where above its awful headThere shone a flaming cloud blood-redAs twere the flag of destinyHung out to mark where death would be
Had her bewildered mind the power Of thought in this terrific hourShe well might marvel where or howMans foot could scale that mountains browSince neer had Arab heard or knownOf path but thro the glen alone--But every thought was lost in fearWhen as their bounding bark drew near The craggy base she felt the wavesHurry them toward those dismal cavesThat from the Deep in windings passBeneath that Mounts volcanic mass--And loud a voice on deck commandsTo lower the mast and light the brands--Instantly oer the dashing tideWithin a caverns mouth they glide
Gloomy as that eternal PorchThro which departed spirits go-- Not even the flare of brand and torchIts flickering light could further throwThan the thick flood that boiled belowSilent they floated-- as if eachSat breathless and too awed for speechIn that dark chasm where even soundSeemed dark --so sullenly aroundThe goblin echoes of the caveMuttered it oer the long black wave
As twere some secret of the grave
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But soft-- they pause-- the current turnsBeneath them from its onward track--Some mighty unseen barrier spurnsThe vexed tide all foaming backAnd scarce the oars redoubled force
Can stem the eddys whirling courseWhen hark --some desperate foot has sprungAmong the rocks-- the chain is flung--The oars are up-- the grapple clingsAnd the tost bark in moorings swingsJust then a day-beam thro the shadeBroke tremulous-- but ere the maidCan see from whence the brightness stealsUpon her brow she shuddering feelsA viewless hand that promptly tiesA bandage round her burning eyesWhile the rude litter where she liesUplifted by the warrior throngOer the steep rocks is borne along
Blest power of sunshine --genial DayWhat balm what life is in thy rayTo feel thee is such real blissThat had the world no joy but thisTo sit in sunshine calm and sweet--It were a world too exquisiteFor man to leave it for the gloomThe deep cold shadow of the tombEven HINDA tho she saw not whereOr whither wound the perilous roadYet knew by that awakening airWhich suddenly around her glowedThat they had risen from the darkness thereAnd breathed the sunny world again
But soon this balmy freshness fled--For now the steepy labyrinth led
Thro damp and gloom-- mid crash of boughsAnd fall of loosened crags that rouseThe leopard from his hungry sleepWho starting thinks each crag a preyAnd long is heard from steep to steepChasing them down their thundering wayThe jackals cry-- the distant moanOf the hyena fierce and lone--And that eternal saddening soundOf torrents in the glen beneathAs twere the ever-dark Profound
That rolls beneath the Bridge of DeathAll all is fearful-- even to see
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To gaze on those terrific thingsShe now but blindly hears would beRelief to her imaginingsSince never yet was shape so dreadBut Fancy thus in darkness thrown
And by such sounds of horror fedCould frame more dreadful of her own
But does she dream has Fear againPerplext the workings of her brainOr did a voice all music thenCome from the gloom low whispering near--Tremble not love thy Ghebers hereShe does not dream-- all sense all earShe drinks the words Thy Ghebers hereTwas his own voice-- she could not err--Throughout the breathing worlds extentThere was but one such voice for herSo kind so soft so eloquentOh sooner shall the rose of MayMistake her own sweet nightingaleAnd to some meaner minstrels layOpen her bosoms glowing veil [254] Than Love shall ever doubt a toneA breath of the beloved one
Though blest mid all her ills to think She has that one beloved nearWhose smile tho met on ruins brink Hath power to make even ruin dear--Yet soon this gleam of rapture crostBy fears for him is chilled and lostHow shall the ruthless HAFED brook That one of Gheber blood should lookWith aught but curses in his eyeOn her-- a maid of ARABY--A Moslem maid-- the child of him
Whose bloody banners dire successHath left their altars cold and dimAnd their fair land a wildernessAnd worse than all that night of bloodWhich comes so fast-- Oh who shall stayThe sword that once hath tasted foodOf Persian hearts or turn its wayWhat arm shall then the victim coverOr from her father shield her lover
Save him my God she inly cries--
Save him this night-- and if thine eyesHave ever welcomed with delight
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The sinners tears the sacrificeOf sinners hearts-- guard him this nightAnd here before thy throne I swear From my hearts inmost core to tear Love hope remembrance tho they be
Linkt with each quivering life-string thereAnd give it bleeding all to TheeLet him but live --the burning tearThe sighs so sinful yet so dearWhich have been all too much his ownShall from this hour be Heavens aloneYouth past in penitence and ageIn long and painful pilgrimageShall leave no traces of the flameThat wastes me now-- nor shall his nameEer bless my lips but when I prayFor his dear spirit that awayCasting from its angelic rayThe eclipse of earth he too may shineRedeemed all glorious and all ThineThink-- think what victory to winOne radiant soul like his from sinOne wandering star of virtue back To its own native heavenward trackLet him but live and both are ThineTogether Thine-- for blest or crostLiving or dead his doom is mineAnd if he perish both are lost
-- on to Part Eight --
[240] A wind which prevails in February called Bidmusk from a small and odoriferous flower of thatname --The wind which blows these flowers commonly lasts till the end of the month --Le Bruyn
[241] The Biajuacutes are of two races the one is settled on Borneo and are a rude but warlike andindustrious nation who reckon themselves the original possessors of the island of Borneo The other is a
species of sea-gypsies or itinerant fishermen who live in small covered boats and enjoy a perpetualsummer on the eastern ocean shifting to leeward from island to island with the variations of themonsoon SOURCE
[242] The sweet-scented violet is one of the plants most esteemed particularly for its great use in Sorbetwhich they make of violet sugar --Hassequist
[243] Last of all she took a guitar and sang a pathetic air in the measure called Nava which is alwaysused to express the lamentations of absent lovers -- Persian Tales
[244] The Easterns used to set out on their longer voyages with music --Harmer
[245] The Gate of Tears the straits or passage into the Red Sea commonly called Babelmandel Itreceived 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
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for all who had the boldness to hazard the passage through it into the Ethiopic ocean --Richardson
[246] I have been told that whensoever an animal falls down dead one or more vultures unseen beforeinstantly appears --Pennant
[247] They fasten some writing to the wings of a Bagdat or Babylonian pigeon -- Travels of certain Englishmen
[248] 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
[249] The meteors that Pliny calls faces
[250] The brilliant Canopus unseen in European climates --Brown
[251] A precious stone of the Indies called by the ancients Ceraunium because it was supposed to befound in places where thunder had fallen Tertullian says it has a glittering appearance as if there had firein it and the author of the Dissertation of Harriss Voyages supposes it to be the opal
[252] The Guebres are known by a dark yellow color which the men affect in their clothes --Thevenot
[253] The Kolah or cap worn by the Persians is made of the skin of the sheep of Tartary --Waring
[254] A frequent image among the oriental poets The nightingales warbled their enchanting notes andrent the thin veils of the rose-bud and the rose --Jami
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But soft-- they pause-- the current turnsBeneath them from its onward track--Some mighty unseen barrier spurnsThe vexed tide all foaming backAnd scarce the oars redoubled force
Can stem the eddys whirling courseWhen hark --some desperate foot has sprungAmong the rocks-- the chain is flung--The oars are up-- the grapple clingsAnd the tost bark in moorings swingsJust then a day-beam thro the shadeBroke tremulous-- but ere the maidCan see from whence the brightness stealsUpon her brow she shuddering feelsA viewless hand that promptly tiesA bandage round her burning eyesWhile the rude litter where she liesUplifted by the warrior throngOer the steep rocks is borne along
Blest power of sunshine --genial DayWhat balm what life is in thy rayTo feel thee is such real blissThat had the world no joy but thisTo sit in sunshine calm and sweet--It were a world too exquisiteFor man to leave it for the gloomThe deep cold shadow of the tombEven HINDA tho she saw not whereOr whither wound the perilous roadYet knew by that awakening airWhich suddenly around her glowedThat they had risen from the darkness thereAnd breathed the sunny world again
But soon this balmy freshness fled--For now the steepy labyrinth led
Thro damp and gloom-- mid crash of boughsAnd fall of loosened crags that rouseThe leopard from his hungry sleepWho starting thinks each crag a preyAnd long is heard from steep to steepChasing them down their thundering wayThe jackals cry-- the distant moanOf the hyena fierce and lone--And that eternal saddening soundOf torrents in the glen beneathAs twere the ever-dark Profound
That rolls beneath the Bridge of DeathAll all is fearful-- even to see
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To gaze on those terrific thingsShe now but blindly hears would beRelief to her imaginingsSince never yet was shape so dreadBut Fancy thus in darkness thrown
And by such sounds of horror fedCould frame more dreadful of her own
But does she dream has Fear againPerplext the workings of her brainOr did a voice all music thenCome from the gloom low whispering near--Tremble not love thy Ghebers hereShe does not dream-- all sense all earShe drinks the words Thy Ghebers hereTwas his own voice-- she could not err--Throughout the breathing worlds extentThere was but one such voice for herSo kind so soft so eloquentOh sooner shall the rose of MayMistake her own sweet nightingaleAnd to some meaner minstrels layOpen her bosoms glowing veil [254] Than Love shall ever doubt a toneA breath of the beloved one
Though blest mid all her ills to think She has that one beloved nearWhose smile tho met on ruins brink Hath power to make even ruin dear--Yet soon this gleam of rapture crostBy fears for him is chilled and lostHow shall the ruthless HAFED brook That one of Gheber blood should lookWith aught but curses in his eyeOn her-- a maid of ARABY--A Moslem maid-- the child of him
Whose bloody banners dire successHath left their altars cold and dimAnd their fair land a wildernessAnd worse than all that night of bloodWhich comes so fast-- Oh who shall stayThe sword that once hath tasted foodOf Persian hearts or turn its wayWhat arm shall then the victim coverOr from her father shield her lover
Save him my God she inly cries--
Save him this night-- and if thine eyesHave ever welcomed with delight
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The sinners tears the sacrificeOf sinners hearts-- guard him this nightAnd here before thy throne I swear From my hearts inmost core to tear Love hope remembrance tho they be
Linkt with each quivering life-string thereAnd give it bleeding all to TheeLet him but live --the burning tearThe sighs so sinful yet so dearWhich have been all too much his ownShall from this hour be Heavens aloneYouth past in penitence and ageIn long and painful pilgrimageShall leave no traces of the flameThat wastes me now-- nor shall his nameEer bless my lips but when I prayFor his dear spirit that awayCasting from its angelic rayThe eclipse of earth he too may shineRedeemed all glorious and all ThineThink-- think what victory to winOne radiant soul like his from sinOne wandering star of virtue back To its own native heavenward trackLet him but live and both are ThineTogether Thine-- for blest or crostLiving or dead his doom is mineAnd if he perish both are lost
-- on to Part Eight --
[240] A wind which prevails in February called Bidmusk from a small and odoriferous flower of thatname --The wind which blows these flowers commonly lasts till the end of the month --Le Bruyn
[241] The Biajuacutes are of two races the one is settled on Borneo and are a rude but warlike andindustrious nation who reckon themselves the original possessors of the island of Borneo The other is a
species of sea-gypsies or itinerant fishermen who live in small covered boats and enjoy a perpetualsummer on the eastern ocean shifting to leeward from island to island with the variations of themonsoon SOURCE
[242] The sweet-scented violet is one of the plants most esteemed particularly for its great use in Sorbetwhich they make of violet sugar --Hassequist
[243] Last of all she took a guitar and sang a pathetic air in the measure called Nava which is alwaysused to express the lamentations of absent lovers -- Persian Tales
[244] The Easterns used to set out on their longer voyages with music --Harmer
[245] The Gate of Tears the straits or passage into the Red Sea commonly called Babelmandel Itreceived 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
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for all who had the boldness to hazard the passage through it into the Ethiopic ocean --Richardson
[246] I have been told that whensoever an animal falls down dead one or more vultures unseen beforeinstantly appears --Pennant
[247] They fasten some writing to the wings of a Bagdat or Babylonian pigeon -- Travels of certain Englishmen
[248] 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
[249] The meteors that Pliny calls faces
[250] The brilliant Canopus unseen in European climates --Brown
[251] A precious stone of the Indies called by the ancients Ceraunium because it was supposed to befound in places where thunder had fallen Tertullian says it has a glittering appearance as if there had firein it and the author of the Dissertation of Harriss Voyages supposes it to be the opal
[252] The Guebres are known by a dark yellow color which the men affect in their clothes --Thevenot
[253] The Kolah or cap worn by the Persians is made of the skin of the sheep of Tartary --Waring
[254] A frequent image among the oriental poets The nightingales warbled their enchanting notes andrent the thin veils of the rose-bud and the rose --Jami
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To gaze on those terrific thingsShe now but blindly hears would beRelief to her imaginingsSince never yet was shape so dreadBut Fancy thus in darkness thrown
And by such sounds of horror fedCould frame more dreadful of her own
But does she dream has Fear againPerplext the workings of her brainOr did a voice all music thenCome from the gloom low whispering near--Tremble not love thy Ghebers hereShe does not dream-- all sense all earShe drinks the words Thy Ghebers hereTwas his own voice-- she could not err--Throughout the breathing worlds extentThere was but one such voice for herSo kind so soft so eloquentOh sooner shall the rose of MayMistake her own sweet nightingaleAnd to some meaner minstrels layOpen her bosoms glowing veil [254] Than Love shall ever doubt a toneA breath of the beloved one
Though blest mid all her ills to think She has that one beloved nearWhose smile tho met on ruins brink Hath power to make even ruin dear--Yet soon this gleam of rapture crostBy fears for him is chilled and lostHow shall the ruthless HAFED brook That one of Gheber blood should lookWith aught but curses in his eyeOn her-- a maid of ARABY--A Moslem maid-- the child of him
Whose bloody banners dire successHath left their altars cold and dimAnd their fair land a wildernessAnd worse than all that night of bloodWhich comes so fast-- Oh who shall stayThe sword that once hath tasted foodOf Persian hearts or turn its wayWhat arm shall then the victim coverOr from her father shield her lover
Save him my God she inly cries--
Save him this night-- and if thine eyesHave ever welcomed with delight
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The sinners tears the sacrificeOf sinners hearts-- guard him this nightAnd here before thy throne I swear From my hearts inmost core to tear Love hope remembrance tho they be
Linkt with each quivering life-string thereAnd give it bleeding all to TheeLet him but live --the burning tearThe sighs so sinful yet so dearWhich have been all too much his ownShall from this hour be Heavens aloneYouth past in penitence and ageIn long and painful pilgrimageShall leave no traces of the flameThat wastes me now-- nor shall his nameEer bless my lips but when I prayFor his dear spirit that awayCasting from its angelic rayThe eclipse of earth he too may shineRedeemed all glorious and all ThineThink-- think what victory to winOne radiant soul like his from sinOne wandering star of virtue back To its own native heavenward trackLet him but live and both are ThineTogether Thine-- for blest or crostLiving or dead his doom is mineAnd if he perish both are lost
-- on to Part Eight --
[240] A wind which prevails in February called Bidmusk from a small and odoriferous flower of thatname --The wind which blows these flowers commonly lasts till the end of the month --Le Bruyn
[241] The Biajuacutes are of two races the one is settled on Borneo and are a rude but warlike andindustrious nation who reckon themselves the original possessors of the island of Borneo The other is a
species of sea-gypsies or itinerant fishermen who live in small covered boats and enjoy a perpetualsummer on the eastern ocean shifting to leeward from island to island with the variations of themonsoon SOURCE
[242] The sweet-scented violet is one of the plants most esteemed particularly for its great use in Sorbetwhich they make of violet sugar --Hassequist
[243] Last of all she took a guitar and sang a pathetic air in the measure called Nava which is alwaysused to express the lamentations of absent lovers -- Persian Tales
[244] The Easterns used to set out on their longer voyages with music --Harmer
[245] The Gate of Tears the straits or passage into the Red Sea commonly called Babelmandel Itreceived 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
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for all who had the boldness to hazard the passage through it into the Ethiopic ocean --Richardson
[246] I have been told that whensoever an animal falls down dead one or more vultures unseen beforeinstantly appears --Pennant
[247] They fasten some writing to the wings of a Bagdat or Babylonian pigeon -- Travels of certain Englishmen
[248] 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
[249] The meteors that Pliny calls faces
[250] The brilliant Canopus unseen in European climates --Brown
[251] A precious stone of the Indies called by the ancients Ceraunium because it was supposed to befound in places where thunder had fallen Tertullian says it has a glittering appearance as if there had firein it and the author of the Dissertation of Harriss Voyages supposes it to be the opal
[252] The Guebres are known by a dark yellow color which the men affect in their clothes --Thevenot
[253] The Kolah or cap worn by the Persians is made of the skin of the sheep of Tartary --Waring
[254] A frequent image among the oriental poets The nightingales warbled their enchanting notes andrent the thin veils of the rose-bud and the rose --Jami
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The sinners tears the sacrificeOf sinners hearts-- guard him this nightAnd here before thy throne I swear From my hearts inmost core to tear Love hope remembrance tho they be
Linkt with each quivering life-string thereAnd give it bleeding all to TheeLet him but live --the burning tearThe sighs so sinful yet so dearWhich have been all too much his ownShall from this hour be Heavens aloneYouth past in penitence and ageIn long and painful pilgrimageShall leave no traces of the flameThat wastes me now-- nor shall his nameEer bless my lips but when I prayFor his dear spirit that awayCasting from its angelic rayThe eclipse of earth he too may shineRedeemed all glorious and all ThineThink-- think what victory to winOne radiant soul like his from sinOne wandering star of virtue back To its own native heavenward trackLet him but live and both are ThineTogether Thine-- for blest or crostLiving or dead his doom is mineAnd if he perish both are lost
-- on to Part Eight --
[240] A wind which prevails in February called Bidmusk from a small and odoriferous flower of thatname --The wind which blows these flowers commonly lasts till the end of the month --Le Bruyn
[241] The Biajuacutes are of two races the one is settled on Borneo and are a rude but warlike andindustrious nation who reckon themselves the original possessors of the island of Borneo The other is a
species of sea-gypsies or itinerant fishermen who live in small covered boats and enjoy a perpetualsummer on the eastern ocean shifting to leeward from island to island with the variations of themonsoon SOURCE
[242] The sweet-scented violet is one of the plants most esteemed particularly for its great use in Sorbetwhich they make of violet sugar --Hassequist
[243] Last of all she took a guitar and sang a pathetic air in the measure called Nava which is alwaysused to express the lamentations of absent lovers -- Persian Tales
[244] The Easterns used to set out on their longer voyages with music --Harmer
[245] The Gate of Tears the straits or passage into the Red Sea commonly called Babelmandel Itreceived 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
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for all who had the boldness to hazard the passage through it into the Ethiopic ocean --Richardson
[246] I have been told that whensoever an animal falls down dead one or more vultures unseen beforeinstantly appears --Pennant
[247] They fasten some writing to the wings of a Bagdat or Babylonian pigeon -- Travels of certain Englishmen
[248] 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
[249] The meteors that Pliny calls faces
[250] The brilliant Canopus unseen in European climates --Brown
[251] A precious stone of the Indies called by the ancients Ceraunium because it was supposed to befound in places where thunder had fallen Tertullian says it has a glittering appearance as if there had firein it and the author of the Dissertation of Harriss Voyages supposes it to be the opal
[252] The Guebres are known by a dark yellow color which the men affect in their clothes --Thevenot
[253] The Kolah or cap worn by the Persians is made of the skin of the sheep of Tartary --Waring
[254] A frequent image among the oriental poets The nightingales warbled their enchanting notes andrent the thin veils of the rose-bud and the rose --Jami
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for all who had the boldness to hazard the passage through it into the Ethiopic ocean --Richardson
[246] I have been told that whensoever an animal falls down dead one or more vultures unseen beforeinstantly appears --Pennant
[247] They fasten some writing to the wings of a Bagdat or Babylonian pigeon -- Travels of certain Englishmen
[248] 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
[249] The meteors that Pliny calls faces
[250] The brilliant Canopus unseen in European climates --Brown
[251] A precious stone of the Indies called by the ancients Ceraunium because it was supposed to befound in places where thunder had fallen Tertullian says it has a glittering appearance as if there had firein it and the author of the Dissertation of Harriss Voyages supposes it to be the opal
[252] The Guebres are known by a dark yellow color which the men affect in their clothes --Thevenot
[253] The Kolah or cap worn by the Persians is made of the skin of the sheep of Tartary --Waring
[254] A frequent image among the oriental poets The nightingales warbled their enchanting notes andrent the thin veils of the rose-bud and the rose --Jami
