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Whose head in wintry grandeur towers,
And whitens with eternal sleet, While summer, in a vale of flowers,
Is sleeping rosy at his feet. To one, who look'd from upper air O’er all the enchanted regions there, How beauteous must have been the glow, The life, the sparkling from below Fair gardens, shining streams, with ranks Of golden melons on their banks, More golden where the sunlight falls ; Gay lizards glittering on the walls* of ruin'd shrines, busy and bright As they were all alive with light ;And, yet more splendid, numerous flocks Of pigeons, settling on the rocks, With their rich restless wings, that gleam Variously in the crimson beam Of the warm west, as if inlaid With brilliants from the mine, or made Of tearless rainbows, such as span The unclouded skies of PERISTAN! And then the mingling sounds that come, Of shepherd's ancient reed, with hum Of the wild bees of PALESTINE, Banquetting through the flowery vales, And, JORDAN, those sweet banks of thine, And woods, so full of nightingales ! But nought can charm the luckless PERI; Her soul is sad-her wings are weary Joyless she sees the sun look down On that great temple once his own,t Whose lonely columns stand sublime,
Flinging their shadows from on high Like dials, which the wizard, Time,
Had rais’d to count his ages by !
Beneath those chambers of the sun,
With the great name of SOLOMON,
Which, spell’d by her illumin'd eyes, May teach her where, beneath the moon, In earth or ocean lies the boon, The charm that can restore so soon,
An erring Spirit to the skies !
* Vide Bruce's Travels.
Tho Temple of the Sun at Balbec.
Cheer'd by this hope she bends her thither ;
Still laughs the radiant eye of Heaven,
Nor have the golden bowers of Even
As rosy and as wild as they ;
From his hot steed, and on the brink Of a small imaret's rustic fount
Impatient fling him down to drink. Then swift his haggard brow he turn'd
To the fair child, who fearless sat, Though never yet hath day-beam burn'd
Upon a brow more fierce than that,-
Met that unclouded, joyous gaze,
Encounter morning's glorious rays.
As slow the orb of day-light sets,
From SYRIA's thousand minarets ! .
* Vide Sonnini.
And down upon the fragrant sod
Kneels, with his forehead to the south,
From purity's own cherub mouth,
And hope and feeling, which had slept
Fresh o'er him, and he wept—he wept ! Blest tears of soul-felt penitence,
In whose benign, redeeming flow Is felt the first, the only sense
Of guiltless joy that guilt can know. 66 There is a drop," said the PERI, “ that down from the moon " Falls through the withering airs of June
Upon Egypt's land,* of so healing a power, 66 So balmy a virtue, that even in the hour " That drop descends, contagion dies, 66 And health reanimates earth and skies !« Oh! is it not thus, thou man of sin,
- The precious tears of repentance fall ! 6 Though foul thy fiery plagues within,
« One heavenly drop hath dispell’d them all !”
* The Nucta, or Miraculous Drop, which falls in Egypt precisely on St John's day, in June, and is supposed to bave the effect of stopping the plague.
'Twas when the golden orb had set,
66 To thee, sweet Eden ! how dark and sad
“ And the fragrant bowers of AMBERABAD !
“In my fairy wreath, so bright and brief,
" Whose flowers have a soul in every leaf !
THE RED NOSE.
Non potis est Proclus digitis imungere Nasum namquo est pro nasimoks-pusilla manus.
DRYDEN'S definition, “ that the soul is a little blue flame running about within us,” must flash conviction upon the mind of an infidel. What renders the thought yet more admirable is, that it is far from an inferior description of love ; for, if love be not also 66 a little blue flame running about within us,” what is it? But, whatever difficulties ob.: struct the definition of the passion, few are ignorant of its effects. The biographer, the critic, the mathematician, the geographer, the historian, and the naturalist, deviate imperceptibly from the point, to relate the wonderful effects of love. The monarch forgets his inequality, and kneels; the minister flies the court, and sighs ; and even the fishwoman, as she bears the embrosial brandy to her lips, acknowledges the power of love, and calls for more!
* The Country of Delight-the name of a province in the kingdom of Jinnistan, or Fairy Land, the capital of which is called the City of Jewels. Amberabad is another of the cities of Jinnistan.
The tree Tooba, that stands in Paradise, in the palace of Mahomet. See Sale's Prelim. Disc Touba, says D'Herbelot, signifies beatitude, or eternal happiness.
Mahomet is described, in the 530 Chapter of the Koran, as having seen the angel Gabriel " by the lote-tree, beyond which there is no passing : near it is the Garden of Eternal Abode." This tree, say the commentators, stands in the seventh Heaven, on the right band of the Throne of God.
Maria Hargrave was the daughter of a clergyman: her teeth rivalled the ivory ; her lips vied with the rose; her breath emulated its odori. ferousness; her bosom palpitated with love ; her eye sparkled with voluptuousness ; she had wit and good nature ; confidence and modesty; judgment and generosity: the Graces danced in her train; the Loves smiled at her approach. In honest truth, Maria as infinitely excelled the Sophias, Clarissas, Emilys, Stellas, Narcissas, and Sacharissas, as Eclipse did Rosinante..
But, alas! nothing is faultless.-Perfection is but a word. In Maria's face stood a Nose, modelled by envy ; in magnitude surpassing the invention of Slawkenbergius ; in colour ! did but the tithe of it adorn the countenance of death, half his terrors would disappear, and we might press him to our breasts in mistake.
Our heroine was none of those self partial maidens who conceive themselves little short of excellence, whilst the world distinguishes nothing but imperfection : no ; she had accomplishments sufficient to have been proud, and beauties enough to have been vain ; nevertheless, she was sensible she had a red nose, and was humble. Would to heaven half the ladies in the universe had red noses !
Possessed of such desirable qualifications, Maria danced away her eighteenth birth-night without a lover. She obtained indeed a transi. tory admirer ; but the moment her sister Charlotte appeared, the molles oculi were fixed upon her, leaving poor Maria to cogitate upon her nose in solitude. It was vexatious; and had she conceived that tears would have quenched its rubicund glow, or diminished its longitude, she would have wept : but she expected not miracles in her favour; and as, amidst all the panaceas she had heard of, she had met with every thing but a cure for copper noses, she wisely determined to be content where discontent would have availed her nothing.
Though Maria was the first-born, Charlotte stood not upon ceremony, and married. “ Now,” said Maria, “ if my nose be not an insurmountable obstruction, the conjugal road is without impediment.” As she finished the sentence, Mr Conway was introduced : he was-in short, he was six feet high.
When Maria perceived the skirt of a coat, she involuntarily applied a 'kerchief to her face. It requires as much magnanimity to expose a red nose, unabashed by observation, as to conceal a handsome one beneath a mask. Conway was struck with the exact symmetry of her form and the gracefulness of her motions. A man is ever in a hurry to be in love, and ever in haste to be out again. A few moments conversation satisfied Conway that Maria's sentiments were just, her judg