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 PERI NUZZADE. 
 
 CANTO THE FIRST. 
 
 It was the happy dawning of that ever joyous day, 
 When blooming Nature robes herself in all her bright 
 
 array; 
 It was the opening of that time, when Love asserts his 
 
 power, 
 And rules alike earth, air, and sea — the palace and the 
 
 bovver. 
 
 Aurora led her blushing train along the skies afar, 
 Who, waving swift their rosy wings, extinguish'd every 
 
 star; 
 But from their fair ethereal eyes a softer light had birth. 
 While from their hands bright pearl-drops fell, and 
 
 jewell'd all the earth. 
 
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 2 PERI NUZZADE. 
 
 The zephyrs, laden with perfume, forsook their flowery 
 
 beds, 
 Ere yet the feather'd melodists had raised their beauteous 
 
 heads ; 
 And. rustling through each shrub and bush, o'er hill and 
 
 valley flew, 
 Awakening and dazzling all, with the May morning's dew. 
 
 The lark sprang upwards merrily, to meet with songs the 
 day, 
 
 And warble out its welcome to the Sun's first charing ray; 
 
 While meaner songsters, perch'd aloft on every branching 
 tree, 
 
 Pour'd notes of gladness through the woods, and thrilling- 
 minstrelsy. 
 
 The waters w ere bright 
 
 With the rays of light, 
 As the day-god rose from the sparkling foam ; 
 
 And the small waves danc'd 
 
 As he proudly glanc'd 
 O'er the heaving breast of his ocean-home. 
 
 The pines were still 
 
 On their rocky hi,l],
 
 PERI NUZZADE. 
 
 And motionless worshipp'd the rising sun ; 
 
 While the aspen mild, 
 
 Like a timid child, 
 Trembled and smil'd, as his race begun. 
 
 The wild gazelle, 
 
 From his mossy dell, 
 Rush'd up to the mountain, as free and swift 
 
 As the stormy scud 
 
 0*er the troubled flood, 
 When it sweeps thro' the air in its fearless drift. 
 
 While the giran^ stood 
 
 By the tangled wood, 
 With eyes beaming pleasure, and bosom gay, 
 
 And forgot to graze, 
 
 in the long long gaze 
 He fix'd on the glories of that bright day. 
 
 The eagle soar'd to the blushing sky, 
 With a grand and graceful majesty ; 
 Up, and away to the golden sun. 
 Defying the range of bow or gun. 
 The falcon peacefully wing'd his flight, 
 Scarce heeding the prey within his sight ; 
 And all sccm'd peaceful, and all look'd gay, 
 On the cloudless morn of that May-day.
 
 PERI NUZZADE. 
 
 TJio' the bulbul's'' voice 
 
 Refused to rejoice, 
 Still its full heart beat in its downy breast ; 
 
 And it kept its pow'r 
 
 For the twilight hour, 
 To lull with soft music the day to rest. 
 
 But the thrushes sung 
 
 The woods among, 
 And sprang delighted from spray (o spray ; 
 
 And the wild dove's coo 
 
 Breath'd rapture too. 
 On the lovely morn of that cloudless day. 
 
 Bright forms were seen 
 
 In the valleys green, 
 In robes of the rainbow hues array'd ; 
 
 As light and as fair 
 
 As their golden hair. 
 With which the young breeze of the morning play'd. 
 
 And their dance they took 
 
 On the dimpled brook. 
 As it sparkled, reflecting the solar ray, 
 
 Or check'd the hours, 
 
 As they swept the flow'rs, 
 In their jocund flight on that happy day.
 
 PERI NUZZADE. 
 
 And some were couch'd i' the bright htiir-bell, 
 
 And some i' the vi'Iet blue, 
 And some were weaving coronets 
 
 O' the freshly-fallen dew; 
 Whilst others, buoy'd on silv'i*y clouds, 
 
 Their hov'ring forms display'd, 
 On this the birth-day morning 
 
 Of the Fairy Queen Nuzzade. 
 
 Curtain'd by the shady screen 
 
 Of the blushing Nusscreen,'= 
 
 With whose flow'rs a fountain play'd, 
 
 All lonely sat a Peri maid. 
 
 Down her neck her tresses fell, 
 
 To her heaving bosom's swell, 
 
 In wavy light and wanton play, 
 
 L/ike amber streaks of opening day. 
 
 When they float o'er Alpine snow. 
 
 In her hand a silver bow 
 
 Was lightly held ; — her sapphire eyes 
 
 Were fix'd upon the cloudless skies ; 
 
 But, oh ! more beautiful than they. 
 
 Those eyes requir'd no borrow 'd ray — 
 
 No sun, no moon, no starry gleams. 
 
 But sparkled in their own bright beams.
 
 6 PERI NUZZADE. 
 
 Her teeth of pearl, her eyes of fire, 
 Her lips — the lips of fond desire — 
 Tempting-, enchanting to the view, 
 Like two young rose-leaves steep'd in dew ; 
 Her eye-brows arch ; — her ringlets bright ; 
 Her white breast heaving with delight ; 
 Her shape, in azure robes array'd, 
 Bespoke the Peri Queen Nuzzade. 
 
 The Fairy cast aside her bow. 
 
 And rais'd her bright harp from the ground ; 
 She bade the tide of music flow, 
 
 And swept the thrilling chords of sound. 
 
 Silence wav'd her wand, and all 
 Was still — the tumbling waterfall 
 
 Fell soundless down 
 
 The mountain brown ; 
 
 The breeze was still 
 
 On moor and hill ; 
 
 The lofty ood,*^ 
 
 In silent mood. 
 
 Stood motionless. 
 
 In haughtiness ;
 
 PERI NUZZADE. 
 
 Hush'd was the hour, 
 Hush'd was the bow'r. 
 
 Couch'd side by side, 
 In beauty's pride, 
 Hid from the ray 
 Of garish day. 
 The fairies lay 
 Beneath the shade 
 By covert made 
 Of callum reed,* 
 Or bright junjeed ; ^ 
 And not a sound 
 Was heard around ; — 
 Hush'd was the hour, 
 Hush'd was the bow'r. 
 
 SONG OF THE PERI. 
 
 1. 
 
 "Oh! hasten, love, to my wild-rose bow'r. 
 
 Where countless sweets exhale, 
 IjOvc breathes in every opening flow'r, 
 And lulls the fanning gale ; 
 O'er land and sea 
 I roam'd for tlicc,
 
 8 PERI NIIZZADE. 
 
 O'er billow, stream, and mountain ; 
 Then hither, hither, come to me. 
 And rest thee by the fountain. 
 
 2. 
 " 'Tis my birth-day morn, and the Peri world 
 
 In breathless bliss lies bound ; 
 My airy elves have their pinions furl'd, 
 And quiet rei^s around ; 
 O'er land and sea 
 I roam'd for thee, 
 O'er billow, stream, and mountain ; 
 Then hither, hither, come to me, 
 And rest thee by the fountain." 
 
 She ceased her song ; and swift there came. 
 
 Across that valley fair, 
 A hot and withering blast of flame— 
 And fierce Kohanna's dreaded name 
 
 Resounded thro' the air. 
 And the white fire drank the morning dew, 
 
 And wither'd every flower ; 
 And the startling shrieks of the Genii flew, 
 Like the sea-bird's scream, all wildly thro' 
 
 Her lone and lovely bower.
 
 PERT XrZZADE. 
 
 Dark mists obscur'd the morning's eye, 
 
 The tempest roll'd aloud, 
 The lightning flash'd unceasingly, 
 And the eagles/e//— they could not/y, 
 
 From the fierce and fiery cloud. 
 
 Unmov'd by the surrounding storm, 
 
 A dense dark cloud, of threat'ning form, 
 
 Held on its steady course ; 
 A brilliant glory round it play'd, 
 Which the bright and ceaseless lightnings made, 
 
 While the thunder-peal grew hoarse. 
 On, on it came — an ebon shield, 
 Such as Azazil's^ arm might wield, 
 
 When, hurl'd from realms of bliss, 
 Defying heaven and his God, 
 He, with his fallen legions, trod 
 
 The fiery abyss. 
 It paus'd above the spot where laid, 
 In terror bound, the Peri maid, 
 
 Trembling as tjio' accurst ; 
 Then, with a shock beyond compare, 
 That shook all ocean, earth, and air, 
 
 The magic horror burst ! 
 
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 10 PERI NUZZADE. 
 
 A thousand forked flashes flew, 
 
 Of varied dyes — white, red, and blue, 
 From out that dreadful cloud j 
 And fierce Kohanna, fell and dire, 
 Descending in his car of fire, 
 
 Thus, scornful, spoke aloud : 
 
 " From my home in the desert. 
 
 Where no flow'r e'er springs, 
 Where no bird ever caroll'd, 
 
 Or wav'd its bright wings— 
 Where the death-shrub *> impregnates 
 
 With poison the air. 
 Which blasts all it blows on. 
 
 And murmurs despair — 
 Where the whirlwinds spring up 
 
 And the sand columns rise 
 In terrific array, 
 
 From the earth to the skies ; — 
 From my horror-bound home, 
 
 In the blue mountain's base, 
 1 have come, I have come. 
 
 Thy fair birth-day to grace. 
 I come not to woo thee 
 
 With homage and smiles,
 
 PERI NUZZADE. 11 
 
 I come not to woo thee 
 
 Witli mortal-like wiles ; 
 But I come with the glory 
 
 Of pow'r on my brow, 
 With storm-clouds around me, 
 
 And spirits that bow. 
 Earth trembles beneath me, 
 
 The green herbage dies, 
 The day-star is darken'd, 
 
 And hid from thine eyes ; 
 Thy subjects are scatter'd 
 Thro' regions of space. 
 And the wreck of thy glory 
 No Peri can trace I 
 What once I crav'd, I now demand, 
 Thy Peri heart, thy Peri hand ; 
 Say, shall I hope? — for I can be 
 A friend, or fearful foe to thee." 
 
 As, in the west, the setting sun oft glows, 
 
 Thro' many a dark, o'erhangiiig, stormy cloud. 
 And o'er the world its dying lustre throws, 
 Tho' darkness strives its beauty to enshroud — 
 So stood the Peri, 'midst the spell 
 Which magic powr had rais'd from hell ;
 
 12 PERI Nl'ZZADE. 
 
 Her female terrors cast aside. 
 
 Radiant she stood, in beauty's pride, 
 
 And threw upon her foe a glance 
 
 Of with'ring pow'r — who turn'd askance, 
 
 Unable to withstand the blaze 
 
 That brighten'd in her scornful gaze. 
 
 " Hope ! surely, hope. — Now hence, begone ! 
 
 Thou hast thy wish, thou mighty one. 
 
 I give thee hope — and such as may 
 
 Make thy heart sicken at its ray ; 
 
 For in thy dark and gloomy soul 
 
 Wild passion reigns without control. 
 
 Never did pity dim thine eyes 
 
 For Peri's pangs, or Peri's sighs. 
 
 But I forget — thou fain would'st hope ; 
 Hope on — and thus I give thee scope 
 For the deluding fantasy. 
 Now upward turn thy flashing eye 
 
 *' By the sky thy spell obscureth, 
 By the hell thy soul endureth. 
 By the earth thy foot hath blighted, 
 By the clouds thyself ignited ;
 
 PERI Nl'ZZADE. 15 
 
 By the wanderer's guard and guide,' 
 
 By the toopas' branches wide ;'' 
 
 By the holy Brahmin's bedes, 
 
 By the life that virtue leads ; 
 
 By Khizzer's bright and holy fount ;' 
 
 By Toor,'" that high and blessed mount ; 
 
 By the Kaaba's sacred walls," 
 
 By Allah's silver waterfalls— 
 
 When Virtue spurns me from her shrine, 
 
 Then, dark Magician, I'll be thine. 
 
 Hear my vow, and gaze around. 
 
 By the flow'r-teeming ground. 
 
 Which new life and bloom displays ; 
 
 And by Chrishna's" golden rays. 
 
 Brightly streaming thro' the gloom ; 
 
 By the odour of perfume, 
 
 Issuing from ev'ry tree, 
 
 (Beautiful, unscath'd and free,) 
 
 Where, so late thy hated pow'r 
 
 Wither'd blossom, branch, and bow 'r; 
 
 By the valley's look of pride, 
 
 More lovely, since revivified ; 
 
 By the circling forms that now 
 
 Hover on the mountain'a brow,
 
 14 PERI NUZZADE. 
 
 And by the breaking- of thy spell, 
 Which now is broken— Fare thee well." 
 
 Joyous, bounding-, light and gay, 
 
 Free as air, she fled away ; 
 
 While the fierce Kohanna stood 
 
 JLike the daemon of the wood. 
 
 Whose pendant, dark, and gloomy boughs 
 
 Made darker his revengeful brows. 
 
 *' Curs'd be thy smile, thou scornful fair — 
 Curs'd be thy footfall — curs'd the air 
 On which thou tread'st as on a rock — 
 And curs'd thy laughing elves, who mock 
 My wild and impotent despair — 
 Curse the frail charm I thought so rare. 
 Jaun ! Jaun ! ^ I summon thee — appear !" 
 
 As the magician spoke aloud, 
 
 An amphitheatre of cloud, 
 
 Impenetrable to the eye. 
 
 Sprang upward, shutting out the sky ! 
 
 The lightnings flew incessantly 
 
 Thro' its terrific density.
 
 PERI NUZZADE. 15 
 
 Blue streams of fire burst from the ground, 
 
 And, bubbling-, ran in circles round ; 
 
 Hoarse laughter rang upon the breeze. 
 
 Death-shrieks were heard among the trees, 
 
 And horrid forms began to flit 
 
 From bough to branch — the rocks were split, 
 
 And toppled from the trembling base ; 
 
 And all that blighted cloud-wrapt place 
 
 Shudder'd beneath the Eblis'' povv'r, 
 
 Which rul'd that dark unhallow'd hour. 
 
 The scorch'd earth yawn'd — and, gazing down, 
 
 Kohanna view'd a golden throne : 
 
 Upon it sat the Genii King, 
 
 And round him stood the damned rinff 
 
 Of shrieking souls condemned by God, 
 
 Obedient to his dreaded nod. 
 
 Serpents of brightest colours play'd 
 
 Amid his sun-red locks, and made 
 
 Fantastic coronets, to deck 
 
 His daemon brows, or down his neck, 
 
 In mazy folds, they lay supine, 
 
 Mingling amid his ringlets' shine. 
 
 Screams, wild and thrilling, rent the drear 
 
 And fiery vault, both far and near ;
 
 ^^ PERI NUZZADE. 
 
 But, high above the hellish roar, 
 Did Jaun's terrific accents soar. 
 
 " Kohanna, speak not — for I know 
 Thy wish. — Swift climb the mountain's brow 
 Further than uncharm'd eye can reach — 
 Upon the far-extending beach, 
 Thou'lt see a form of beauty stand, 
 All glowing, on the golden sand- 
 Secure him with thy potent spell,' 
 And the proud Peri 's thine. — Farewell !" 
 
 The chasm closed, and a wild yell 
 Of laughter shook the mimic hell.
 
 CANTO THE SECOND. 
 
 A Peri once, by high command, 
 Was banish'd from her native land, 
 For broken vows too rashly plighted. 
 And, like the Gul Peadeh,'' blighted'; 
 Torn from its parent stem, at last 
 Became the sport of every blast ; 
 Till, by rude tempests wafted o'er, 
 She rested on the Cyprian shore. 
 There, beside that sacred fountain,'* 
 
 Where Love's pure waters ever spring, 
 Shadow'd by the lofty mountain, 
 
 And shelter'd by an angel's wing, 
 Zohara to a son gave birth. 
 The fairest, brightest child of cartli ; 
 And, bathing him with Love's own light. 
 To the pure skies she took her Jlight. 
 
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 18 PERI NUZZADE. 
 
 Attended by the circling hours, 
 Reclining amid sweets and bloomy 
 
 His baby eye first dwelt on flow'rs, 
 His baby lips first breath'd perfume, 
 
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 Time floated on— and as he grew 
 
 To Peri prime, soft visions threw 
 
 Their spells around him, charm'd his dreams 
 
 With glowing hopes, and golden gleams 
 
 Of other lands, of gardens fair, 
 
 And forms of beauty bright and rare ! 
 
 But, as high mosques and temples rear 
 
 Their haughty heads, and lakes appear, 
 
 Breaking upon the pilgrim's sight. 
 
 Who paced the desert thro' the night, 
 
 Then vanish from his eager gaze, 
 
 Leaving his senses in a maze 
 
 Of wonder and of grief "^ — those dreams 
 
 Faded before the morning's beams ! 
 
 And, waken'd from the dear deceit, 
 
 He wept the loss of scenes so sweet. 
 
 But once, as, couch'd on rose-leaves, lay 
 This lovely tho' deserted Fay,
 
 PERI NUZZADE. 19 
 
 Musing" upon his hapless fate, 
 
 And gazing toward the eastern gate 
 
 Of those bright skies, where, after this 
 
 Frail life, the spirit mounts to bliss — 
 
 A soft and snowy hand was laid 
 
 On his, and he beheld a maid. 
 
 More beautiful than e'er was given 
 
 By earth to deck the Prophet's heaven. 
 
 Entranc'd with rapture and surprize. 
 
 He spoke not, but his love-lit eyes 
 
 Look'd more than language could express ; 
 
 Oh, 'twas a glance of happiness, 
 
 Such as is seen in eyes divine, 
 
 When first on Alla's halls they shine. 
 
 One parting look alone she gave, 
 And bade him follow o'er the wave ; 
 Then, swifter than a sea-bird's flight 
 
 She skimm'd along the waters bright ! 
 Eager he follow 'd o'er the main. 
 Striving to check her flight in vain ; 
 To meteor-speed her motion grew, 
 And soon she vanished from his view.
 
 so PERI NUZZADE. 
 
 Still foUow'd he, with flying haste, 
 Along the wide and liquid waste, 
 Drinking the music of her song. 
 Which watchful zephyrs swept along. 
 
 ^' Follow, follow, follow me, 
 O'er the deep and trackless sea ; 
 I will lead thee through the night. 
 Where the sea-star'' sheds its light, 
 If thou'lt follow, follow me. 
 O'er the deep and trackless sea. 
 
 " Thou shalt tell me tales of pleasure, 
 I'll give thee Oronte's treasure,® 
 Dive for pearls in Oman's^ ocean. 
 And fill thy breast with Love's emotion. 
 If thou'lt follow, follow me, 
 O'er the deep and swelling sea. 
 
 " I will lead thee by the hand 
 
 To the groves of Iran's land,s 
 
 To my valley of the streams, 
 
 Watch thy slumbers, charm thy dreams,
 
 PERI NUZZADE. 21 
 
 If thou'lt follow, follow me, 
 O'er the deep and rolling sea." 
 
 'Twas morn — the sun's meridian beams 
 
 Had pierc'd the depths of ocean's streams, 
 
 When on the beach the Fairy stood, 
 
 Gazing upon the Caspian flood. 
 
 His locks were like the raven's wing. 
 
 Black, glossy, lustrous — and a ring 
 
 Of Indian gems was sparkling bright 
 
 Upon his forehead fair and white — 
 
 Whilst some, like night-stars, here and there 
 
 Peep'd thro' the mazes of his hair ; 
 
 His tunic was of Tyrian dye, 
 
 Embroider'd with the diamond-fly ; * 
 
 Hung round his neck profusely were 
 
 Chains of the silver gossamer ; 
 
 His feet embroider'd sandals wore. 
 
 And in his hand a wand he bore. 
 
 Far o'er the liquid waste he cast 
 
 His searching glance — and sniil'd to see 
 
 * A ])cetle, so called — found in South Aim'rica.
 
 22 PERI NUZZADE. 
 
 The white sails swelling from the mast, 
 
 The floating pennants gay and free, 
 Borne on the morning breeze ; yet when 
 He heard the whistling of the men. 
 Wooing the winds to waft along 
 Their gallant bark^ — or caught their song, 
 As, echoing o'er the surface clear, 
 It stole upon his list'ning ear — 
 He sigh'd to think what tempests might 
 O'ertake that gallant crew e'er night, 
 Who, now so happy, on the main 
 Might never sing blithe song again ; 
 Then turn'd him to that smiling earth. 
 Which gave his Peri parent birth ; 
 The lily, pink, and daffodil, /• 
 
 Blue lotus-flower,'' and wild jonquil. 
 Ranunculus, and jessamine, 
 The shumblead, and the eglantine. 
 The gulsadbeck,' and nergus'^ vain, 
 Were widely spread o'er hill and plain. 
 " Rich land," he cried, " all free and wild ! 
 I come to thee, a truant child. 
 From my own native shore — a wide 
 And boist'rous host of billows ride
 
 PERI NUZZADE. 
 
 Between us now ; and my strain 'd eyes 
 
 In vain may o'er the envious deep 
 Gaze for its wave-worn cliffs to rise 
 
 Upon their view ; — yet sighs will sweep 
 Their pathway thro' my grateful lips, 
 When Fancy her bright pinion dips 
 In the sea-wave, and, with a smile 
 
 Of gladness, seeks my native isle. 
 
 Queen of my soul, my Peri maid ! 
 Upon the night- winds have I stray'd — 
 Like the sea-mew, untir'd and free, 
 By Love inspir'd — pursuing- thee ! 
 Once, and once only, did I rest 
 Upon a glassy billow's breast, 
 
 When, from ocean's deepest cells. 
 Sea-nymphs issued from their shells — 
 Sao, with her laughing eyes. 
 Gaily claim'd me for her prize ; 
 Opis, with her bright green hair 
 Streaming down her bosom fair, 
 Wav'd me to a coral grove, 
 Vainly wooing me to love ; 
 But Nereus, with angry motion, 
 Struck his broad trident on the ocean,
 
 24 PERI NUZZADE. 
 
 Then rose the waves with fearful swells, 
 White as the spring-tide foam of hell's 
 Terrific river : — swiftly fled 
 The Nereids to their wat'ry bed ; 
 Whilst I, upon a *petrers wing, 
 A lightsome, gay, and happy thing, 
 Brush'd each snow-cap'd billow's head, 
 And tow'rd thy blooming valley sped. 
 
 " The winds were let loose from the kingdom of storms,' 
 Whose monarch the fair face of Nature deforms ; 
 O'er the dark glassy billows a chariot was driv'n 
 By the Son of the Dawn,™ from the north gates of heav'n ; 
 Twelve bright foaming coursers" (his offspring) obey'd 
 The lash of their sire, as they snorted and neigh'd. 
 And rush'd o'er the sea, like the swift lightning's flash, 
 Untouch'd by a spray from the hoarse billows' splash. 
 
 <* I saw a lone bark hoist her lights of distress, 
 
 As she rock'd on the watery wilderness ; 
 
 Her foremast had gone by the board — and she roll'd, 
 
 With her oaken ribs shatter'd, still stately and bold : 
 
 * Bird of the Storm.
 
 PERI NUZZADE. 25 
 
 The boatswain's pipe pierc'd thro' the terrible drear, 
 
 And the wildly-shrill whistle astounded mine ear. 
 
 " Now strike the main-topmast," the bold captain cried ; 
 
 And the fierce lightnings struck it — then over the side 
 
 Of the labouring vessel it swung, with a crash, 
 
 And was lost in the weltering- billows' splash. 
 
 Her bow-sprit was crush'd by a Triton-slave, 
 
 Whom the gallant ship clove, as she sank to her grave. 
 
 " The yell of despair died away o'er the sea, 
 
 But the winds whistled on, and the waves roU'd free. 
 
 *' Long before the dawn had blush'd, 
 Winds and waves were calm and hush'd, 
 And the mirror'd ocean's breast, 
 Like infant childhood sank to rest. 
 Millions of sea-born stars" pecp'd forth 
 From east to west, from south to north, 
 Out o' the dark and tranquil blue 
 Of the wide Caspian deep, and threw 
 A light, more dazzling to the eye 
 Than the night-lamps of the sky. 
 But when Aurora's streaky light 
 Peep'd thro' the eastern windows bright, 
 
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 26 PERI NUZZADE. 
 
 And ting'd the ocean with its blush, 
 
 The stars became convolvulus,'' 
 
 And the wide waste seem'd strewn with show'rs 
 
 Of lovely blue and fadeless flowr's ; 
 
 And over them my light steps flew. 
 
 As on me fell the gentle dew 
 
 Of morning — till, with wishes bland, 
 
 I leap'd upon this spangled sand. 
 
 Then, sweet, where art thou ?— tell me true; 
 
 Oh, answer thy loved Mujenou !" 
 
 Soft voices whisper'd in the air, 
 " Mujenou, beware, beware, 
 
 Birds are singing, 
 
 Boughs are swinging. 
 In the noon's breath, fair and gay ; 
 
 And the flashing, 
 
 Anger-dashing 
 Billows have rolPd far away. 
 
 Waves are sleeping, 
 
 Zephyrs sweeping 
 O'er the hill-tops cheerfully \- 
 
 Not a flower 
 
 Of the bower 
 Droops its fair head tearfully.
 
 PERI Nl'ZZADK. 27 
 
 " But, above thee and around Ihce, 
 Soon will frigbtfiil forms astound thee ; 
 Then be brave, be true, and loyal, 
 Prove thyself both j>reat and royal ; 
 JLet not angry words affright thee, 
 Stormy breath will never bliglit thee ; 
 Let not atramental skies 
 Dim the lustre of thine eyes, 
 Nor the magic fetters' smart 
 Damp the courage of thy heart. 
 Tho' the earthquakes split asunder 
 Rocks and mountains, check thy wonder — 
 Tho' the hurricanes may tear 
 And whirl bole, brancli, and roots in air 
 Of the deeply-rooted pine- 
 Still no terror must be thine. 
 Fear not the tornado's shock. 
 Nor the pestilent siroc,^ 
 But be fearless, firm, and true, 
 For thy mistress, IMujenou I" 
 
 Scarcely was tho warning breath'd, 
 When a winged serpent wreath'd 
 Its bright and scaly folds around 
 The fairy king — who, magic bound.
 
 28 PERI NUZZADE. 
 
 Stood powerless : aloft in air 
 
 The soaring reptile bore his fair 
 
 And tortur'd burthen ; — higher, higher^ 
 
 To the skies approaching nigher. 
 
 Up they labour'd, far above 
 
 The limits of the bird of Jove ; 
 
 The serpent then his^coil unbound. 
 
 And hurFd his burthen to the ground. 
 
 Senseless upon the beach he lay, 
 
 Of fairy lauds the fairest Fay,
 
 CANTO THE THIRD. 
 
 The Gheber's god had sunk to rest^ 
 In the dark chambers of the west ; 
 The mountain-tops look'd dim and drear, 
 High swelling in the evening air; 
 And holy Silence held her reign 
 O'er verdant hill and desert plain. 
 
 But, in the breast of Mujenou, 
 Embattled feelings, wild and new, 
 Rose and fell tumultuously 
 Struggling for supremacy, 
 Chain'd upon a loathsome bed 
 Of writhing vipers, with his head 
 Pillow'd on a speckled toad, 
 He gazed upon his dim abode ; 
 And ever as, from time to time, 
 He turn'd his head, the poison'd slime
 
 30 
 
 I'ERI NUZZADE. 
 
 Of the reptile, crush'd and weak, 
 
 Oozed upon his faded cheek. 
 
 The spectre-bat rush'd thro' the drear 
 
 And gloom-wrapt vault, while distant, near, 
 
 Above, below, on either side, 
 
 Thickly extending, far and wide, 
 
 Snakes, beetles, lizards crawl'd about, 
 
 In one undeviating rout; 
 
 And ever, round the fairy-king, 
 
 They form'd a black and moving ring. 
 
 In vain did hapless Mujenou 
 
 To Taccoin" or Peri sue ; 
 
 Nought could break the spell of pow'r — 
 
 Evil spirits rul'd the hour. 
 
 As he upwards cast his look. 
 Fear at first his senses shook ; 
 In his high and fatal ring 
 Did a lonely spider swing— 
 'Twas a native of Katschan,*= 
 Foe alike to fay and man. 
 Round and round his silky snare 
 Mov'd the insect : — big with care, 
 The Fairy niark'd the creature stop. 
 Beheld the dreadful crystal-drop,
 
 PERI NUZZADE. SI 
 
 Blight and fatal, trembling o'er 
 His brow — and yet the poison'd store 
 Fell not ; but still round and round 
 The spider stalk'd, with threat'ning sound. 
 Black giant-ants, whose painful bite 
 Tortur'd the captive, like a blight 
 Seizing upon some beauteous flow'r, 
 Prey'd on his languid frame; — a show'r 
 Of venom'd worms fell from the roof, 
 Around his head, nor kept aloof, 
 But with his dark and silken hair 
 Entwin'd their slimy folds — Despair 
 Hover'd aroud his beating breast. — 
 He shriek'd aloud, and pray'd for rest. 
 
 Like a whirlpool, round and round 
 Eddying, with fearful sound. 
 Black and terrible to see, 
 Flew the deadly Akrabee ; ' 
 Its cloven head expanding wide, 
 Its tail high tost, in daring pride ; 
 Its body arm'd with scaly rings 
 Of ebon hue — its web-like wings — 
 The milky poison, which around 
 It scattered on tlic loatlisome ground,
 
 ^2 PERI NUZZADE. 
 
 Made him shudder with affright, 
 As it shot before his sight ; 
 For, where'er the poison fell. 
 Flew the darts of Azrael.^ 
 Awful silence reign'd within 
 The dark and loathsome cave of Sin, 
 Save the spider's ceaseless tick : 
 Disgusting vapours, dank and thick, 
 Rose from the putrescent dead : 
 ' The Fairy rais'd his beauteous head — 
 The poison'd drop fell on his cheek — 
 The cavern echo'd to his shriek ; 
 He rav'd — fierce madness scorch'd his brain. 
 And triumph'd in the victim's pain. 
 The troubled earth around him fell 
 Ten thousand fathoms, and a hell 
 Of flames, extending far and wide. 
 Burst threatening up on every side. 
 Grim spectres fill'd him with dismay, 
 Encircling him, as bound he lay 
 Upon his tott'ring pedestal — 
 An angel looking down on hell I 
 
 The cavern's roof was rent in two — 
 And the bewilder'd Mujenou,
 
 PERT XrZZADE. J^S 
 
 Shudd'ring- as he rais'd his eye, 
 Behold his dsetnon enemy. 
 
 Kohanna gazed upon his foe, 
 And pointed to the p^iilph below — 
 " Behold," he cried, " and dread my pow'r ! 
 Ere the spirit of the hour, 
 Who now plumes his rosy wing — 
 (Hear, and mark me, fairy king) — 
 Ere that trembling child of Time 
 Glances on the daring crime 
 My senses meditate — beware, 
 And urge me not to fell despair. 
 
 *' The storm is up, 
 
 The hour is nigh ; 
 The daemons yell 
 
 Tumultuously ; 
 The burning stream 
 
 Rolls bubbling on, 
 Expecting thee, 
 
 Devoted one ! 
 Trem])le, tremlile, 
 
 Look around.
 
 S4 ^ TERI NUZZADE. 
 
 View the liorrors 
 That abound. 
 
 " See the damned 
 
 Spirits scatter'd 
 Hither, thither, 
 
 Scorch'd and shatter'd; 
 See those black'ned 
 
 Forms advancing, 
 Waving torches, 
 
 Shrieking-, dancing ; 
 Tremble, tremble. 
 
 Fate has found thee — 
 View the horrors 
 
 That sui-round thee. 
 
 " Loudpr, louder 
 Than the thunder. 
 
 Flames are roaring- 
 Gaze, and wonder ! 
 
 Now the pillar 
 
 Shakes beneath thee ; 
 
 Now the circling 
 
 Fires enwreath thee !
 
 PERI MZZADE. 35 
 
 Tremble, tremble, 
 
 Fiends astound thee — 
 See the horrors 
 
 That surround thee. 
 
 " But a minute 
 
 Still is left thee, 
 Ere of life I 
 
 Have bereft thee ; 
 This instant swear 
 
 To yield to me 
 The fairy-queen, 
 
 And thou art free. 
 Tremble, tremble, 
 
 Hell hath found thee — 
 Dread the liorrors 
 
 That surround thee, 
 
 " This moment gone, 
 
 All hope is past — 
 Refuse me, and 
 
 It is thy last : 
 But swear before 
 
 The morn shall smile,
 
 36 PElll N[ ZZADE. 
 
 That thou wilt seek 
 
 Thy native isle, 
 And no longer 
 
 Will I wound thee, 
 With the horrors 
 
 That surroyijd thee." 
 
 Up rose the fairy from his bed 
 
 Of pain and sorrow — o'er his head 
 
 A holy glory seem'd to play, 
 
 And firm he stood in fair array ; 
 
 His eye grew bright, his speech was clear, 
 
 His breast no longer throbb'd with fear : 
 
 " Kohanna, I defy thy might, 
 
 For sleepless angels guard this night. 
 
 And oh, Nuzzade I my bliss-born queen I 
 
 Though years of torment intervene, 
 
 For ever faithful vyill I prove 
 
 To innocence and thee, sweet love !" 
 
 -? 
 
 The column, like an ague, shook— 
 But calm remain'd the fairy's look : 
 A portion of it soon gave way — 
 Still firm and fearless stood the fav
 
 PERI M ZZADE. 37 
 
 It totterd — tiiml)le(J down to hell; 
 The fairy 7-o.^e-Koh anna /<'//.' 
 
 Upon a mountain's lofty head, 
 Stood Mujenou — around were spread, 
 Far extending-, desert plains, 
 Where the lonely ostrich reigns 
 jMonarch of the wilderness; 
 And ever and anon he'd press 
 His hand upon his throbbing- brow : 
 He had been rescued — true, but how ? 
 By whom ? — no matter, he was free, 
 And breath'd the air of liberty. 
 He started — voices struck his ear. 
 Sometime distant, sometime near — 
 " Gentle spirits," cried the fay, 
 " Guide me on my lonely way — 
 Lead me to the vale of streams, 
 By the light of Leila's beams — 
 Lead to w here my queen doth sigh, 
 Nor leave me here to droop and die." 
 
 Lightly trippinff, 
 Bounding; skij)ping, 
 Upon light and flying fvi't ;
 
 38 PERI NUZZADE. 
 
 Dancing- fleetly, 
 
 Singini^ sweetly 
 Their enchanting ziraleet ;^ - 
 
 Came each fairy, 
 
 Bright and airy, 
 As a rain-bow of the sky, 
 
 When it towers 
 
 Mid the showers 
 That are shed from April's eye. 
 
 SONG OF THE GENII. 
 
 " Arise, arise, young Mujenou I our mistress waits for 
 
 thee. 
 In the valley of the fountains, bright and beautiful to see ; 
 The streams are leaping merrily adown the mountain's 
 
 side. 
 And glitt'ring in the moon-beams, as they journey in their 
 
 pride. 
 
 " A thousand harps enchanting sound throughout that 
 
 valley fair, 
 And viewless sprites are singing on the bosom of the air ; 
 Thy mistress listens for thy step, in bridal robes array'd. 
 Then hasten, hasten, Mujenou, to bless thy fairNuzzade. 
 
 (
 
 PERI NUZZADK. 39 
 
 " Bound on, bound on, o'er mountain-tops, and o't-r the 
 
 desert's sand ; 
 The evil ones are scatter'd wide — thy rapture is at 
 
 hand ; 
 Then swiftly speed thee, fairy prince, o'er hills and valleys 
 
 green, 
 For, iMujenou, we lead thee to the bower of our queen. 
 
 " Behold the light which breaketh o'er the blue horizon's 
 
 line, 
 It rises from the vale of joy, and seems all but divine ; 
 The fiends of night have low'ring fled, mistaking it for 
 
 day. 
 And to the western billows wend their dark and cheerless 
 
 way. 
 
 "Away, away! — we speed along, from evil powers 
 
 free. 
 Our bright eyes sparkling thro' the night, our bosoms full 
 
 of glee ; 
 , Then lightly trip o'er flow'ry fields, and thro' the forests 
 
 wide. 
 With beating rapture in thy breast, and Peris by thy 
 
 side "
 
 40 PERI NUZZADE. 
 
 The fairy paus'd — the perfum'd breeze 
 Swept lightly thro' the citron trees, 
 As the soft breath that blows upon 
 The sacred wood of Lebanon. = 
 No sound, save of the nightingale, 
 -Low chanting, in the woodland vale, 
 Its vesper music to the sky, 
 In wildly mournful melody, 
 
 Stole upon the listening ear : 
 The starry host that beam on high, 
 And in the depths of ether lie, 
 Never to the gazer's sight, 
 Thro' the purple blush of night, 
 
 So brightly beauteous did appear. 
 
 Like a mountain-stag-, 
 
 From crag to crag 
 Did the torrents leap and flow ; 
 
 Or, like silver snakes. 
 
 Wound thro' the brakes 
 Of the valley far below. 
 
 The love-breathing tree,^ 
 So enchanting to see.
 
 PERI NUZZADE. 41 
 
 Wav'd its flowers of scarlet liue ; 
 
 And their odours fell, 
 
 Like a lovely spell, 
 On the senses of Mujenou. 
 
 And its bright leaves swung- 
 
 In the air, or hung" 
 Softly kissing the shadow'd stream, 
 
 As it glided by 
 
 So silently, 
 Screen'd from the lunar beam. 
 
 The richest flower 
 
 Of Nature's bower, 
 Tlie durukti ubrishoom,' 
 
 Wav'd in the light 
 
 Its blossom's white, 
 As it scatter'd its perfume. 
 
 And close beside, 
 In regal pride. 
 The giant nasteraun,'' 
 In beauty stood. 
 Of all the wood 
 TIj' imperial sultaun. o
 
 'i2 PERI NUZZADK. 
 
 The bunnuflsheh, 
 
 Sunnobia, 
 The argsvaun and shunblead. 
 
 The sosun fair. 
 
 The ubber rare, 
 Were blooming o'er the mead. 
 
 As the fairy stood in wonder, 
 
 Rocks and mountains burst asunder, 
 
 Trees divided — flowers expanded, 
 
 And their living stores disbanded ; 
 
 And the vale where late the lonely 
 
 Undaleeb* was chanting only, 
 
 Echo'd with the sounds of glee, 
 
 And bewitching minstrelsy. 
 
 With eager joy and throbbing breast. 
 
 The Peri left her couch of rest ; 
 
 Her perfect form the lover knew, 
 
 And, breeze-like, down the mountain flew. 
 
 The jewell'd khulkaul' glitter'd on her ankles white and 
 
 bare. 
 And a fillet, form'd of amethysts, confin'd her golden hair; 
 
 * A species of nightingale.
 
 PERI NUZZADE. 43 
 
 Her benise, blue as heaven's veil, with pearls was 
 
 broider'd o'er, 
 And a pellucid barracan of purest white she wore. 
 A belt of richest diamonds einbrac'd her slender waist — 
 Naceda never look'd so fair, nor Leila half so chaste."' 
 The Peris for a moment gazed upon each other's face — 
 The next beheld them folded in the mutual embrace. 
 
 E^D OF THK THIRD CANTO.
 
 NOTES.
 
 NOTES TO CANTO THE FIRST. 
 
 • " While the Giraa stood." 
 Giran, a species of deer. • . 
 
 •■ " Though the bulbul's voice." 
 Biilbul, the nightingale. 
 
 ' " Curtain'd by the shady screen 
 Of the blushing Nuzzereeii." 
 
 The Nuzzerecn, the wild rose. 
 
 o " The lofty cod." 
 The ood, a wood of aloes 
 
 " " Beneath the shade 
 Of calluni reed." 
 
 (alluni, the Egyptian reed, of whicli the Orientals make pens. Ft 
 grows to a great length in joints, like thi' cane — hence the Latin wnnl 
 catatuus. 
 
 ' " Or bri(;ht zunjicd." 
 The zimj'ecd is a species of willow — the leaves arc of a silvery hue.
 
 48 NOTES 
 
 niid the flowers, which are of a deep scarlet, send forth a most deli- 
 cious perfume. — See Keppel's Personal Narrative, vol. ii. 
 
 ^ " Such as Azazil's arm might wield." 
 Azazil, the devil. 
 
 '' " Where the death-shrub impregnates 
 
 With poison the air." ^ 
 
 Galbud-samiir, poisoner of the winds — a shrub found in the deserts 
 of Caramania, supposed by some to be the occasion of those noxious 
 winds that blow in that province during the hot season. 
 
 ' " By the wanderer's guard and guide," 
 Khizzer, a prophet mentioned in the Koran, whom some of the 
 Mussulmanns say was Phineas, some Elias, and some St. George of 
 England — he is said to have drank the waters of immortality. Oriental 
 romance frequently introduces him, as appearing to assist the benighted 
 and bewildered traveller. 
 
 J " By the toopa's branches wide." 
 In the Mussulmanns' account of Paradise, they speak of this tree 
 bearing the fruit of bliss. 
 
 ^ " By the holy Brahmin's bedes." 
 Bedes, the scriptures of the Brahmins. 
 
 * " By Khizzer's bright and holy fount," 
 The fountain of the waters of immortality. 
 
 " " By Toor, that high and blessed mount." 
 Toor, the mountain on which Moses saw the burning bush. — Toor is 
 the Persian name for Mount Horeb.
 
 NOTES. 49 
 
 " «* By the Kaaba's sacred walls,'' 
 Kaaba, temple of Mecca. 
 
 ° " And by Ciishna's golden rays." 
 
 Crishna, the Indian Apollo. 
 
 « 
 
 p " Jaun ! Jaun ! I summon Ihee — appear." 
 Jaun, chief of the Evil Genii. 
 
 t '« Shudder'd beneath the Eblis pow'r." 
 Eblis, the Devil. 
 
 "■ " Secure him with thy potent spell, 
 And the proud Peri 's thine— Farewell." 
 
 Peris are supposed to be brought into the power of mortals by means 
 
 of charms and spells. 
 
 ir
 
 NOTES TO CANTO THE SECOND. 
 
 = '* And like the Gtil Peadeh blighted." 
 It signifies walking rose or flower — perhaps the sensitive plant. 
 
 * " There, beside the sacred fountain." 
 " In the Island of Cyprus are two famous fountains^ near to Cape 
 St. Epiphany, one of which is called the amorous fountain, because 
 those who drink of its waters grow passionately in love ; and the other 
 quite the contrary, because it extinguishes this passion in a moment." 
 Jerom Dandini. 
 
 " " Leaving his senses in a maze 
 Of wonder and of grief." 
 
 " Being without a guide, we took the path which appeared to lead to 
 a large town : here we thought we could distinctly see the trees, the 
 domes of the mosques, and the bastions of the walls ; but after pro- 
 ceedhig in the same direction for nearly three miles, it vanished, and 
 we now discovered that we had been led astray by the curious optical 
 delusion, so common in the East, called the Sahamuh, literally, ' water 
 of the desert.' " — Kepple's Narrative. 
 
 "•" Where the sea-star sheds its light." 
 " One of the greatest curiosities fovmd in the Persian Gulph is a fish.
 
 NOTES. h I 
 
 which the English call star-fish. It is circular, and at night very lu- 
 minous, resembling the full moon, surrounded hy rays." — Mirza Aha 
 Tales. 
 
 •^ " I'll give thee Orontes' treasure." 
 " The Orontes is celebrated all over the East for its natvu-al as well 
 as supernatural properties. Many of the natives told us, that there 
 were several ores of gold and silver in the mountain, but that no one 
 would work them, as the produce of their labours would go either to 
 the King or the Prince-Governor of Ilamadan. Its vegetable produc- 
 tions are, as I said before, so good, that people from every country 
 come to gather them ; and the belief is general here, that there is a 
 certain grass which has the power of changing every metal into gold ; 
 added to which the mountain is supposed to contahi that long-sought 
 object of cupidity. The Philosopher s-stone." 
 
 ^ " Dive for pearls in Oinao's oceau." 
 The Persian Gulph, which separates the shores of Persia and Arabia. 
 
 s " To the groves of Iran's land." 
 Iran is the ancient name of Persia. 
 
 '' " Blue lotus-flower and wild jonquil." 
 Lotus, the blue water-lily, which grows in great luxuriance in the 
 East. 
 
 ' * " The gulsadbec and nergus vain." 
 
 The gidsadbec, or rose of an hundred leaves. — The nergus, or Nar- 
 cissus, which, in Eastern poetry, is said to be always on the gaze- 
 taken, doubtless from the fable of the transformation. 
 
 ' " The winds were let loose from (lie kingdom of ■.tciriiis." 
 " .^olia, seven islands between Sicily and Italy — they «rrf I lie re-
 
 52 NOTES. 
 
 treat of the winds ; and Virgil calls them iEolia, and the kingdom of 
 JEolus, the god of storms and wind." — Lempriere. 
 
 " " By the son of the dawn, from the north gales of heav'n." 
 Boreas, son of Astraeus and Aurora. 
 
 " " Twelve bright winged coursers (his offspring) obey'd 
 The lash of their sire." 
 
 " Boreas turned himself into a horse, to unite himself with the mares 
 of Dardanus, by which he had twelve mares, so swift, that they ran, 
 or rather flew, over the sea, without scarce wetting their feet." — J. 
 Lampriere. 
 
 ° " Millions of sea-boru stars peep'd forth." 
 " The sea was covered with a vast quantity of luminous blubber — 
 the molusca of the medusa species. It is sometimes of a scarlet colour 
 — that which we saw was blue, and resembled the convolvulus. At 
 night it gave the sea the appearance of liquid fire. This is a constant 
 indication of an approach to the Persian shore." 
 
 '' " The stars became convolvulus." 
 See preceding Note. 
 
 '> " Nor the pestilent siroc." 
 Poisonous wind of the desert.
 
 NOTES TO CANTO THE THIRD. 
 
 * " The Gheber's god had sunk to rest." 
 " The doctrine of Zoroaster was, that there was aii hifiiiite ami all- 
 powerful being, to whom the early Persians were taught to pay their 
 devotions. As so simple a doctrine could not long satisfy the corrupt 
 nature of man, the siaiy as the brightest emblem, and subsequently 
 fire, were allowed to be worshipped, as symbols of the Divinity. It 
 was not, however, until the appearance of a second Zoroaster, that 
 temples were adopted ; but even then they wei;e of the simplest struc- 
 ture — roofs, walls, or pillars, were strictly forbidden in these edifices." 
 Keppk's Personal Narrative, p. 218. 
 
 *■ " In vain did helpless Mujenou, 
 To Tacoia or Peri sue.'' 
 Taco'in, the Fates. 
 
 *^ " It was a native of Katschau.'' 
 " The body of this spider is spotted, under two inches round. It frods 
 on wormwood, and docs not emit its poison by stiiiguig or I)itiiig, hut 
 by letting it fall like a drop of water. It occasions insupi)ortabli' i)aiii 
 in the part where it fastens." — Sec Traveln of On; HoUslvAn Ambaasudors 
 Ihrotifjh Pernia.
 
 54 NOTES 
 
 '' " Black and terrible to see, 
 Flew the deadly akrabee,^^ 
 
 " The most remarkable creature was^ however, a large black scor- 
 pion, called m Arabic akrabee : it was about two inches in length, the 
 first inch forming its head, breast, and legs, and I think its wings, 
 though I did not see them opened : and^the last inch being occupied 
 by a soft ringed body or tail, of a third of an inch in thickness. When 
 touched by a stick, it seemed to divide its head into two parts, the cleft 
 between, forming to all appearance its mouth, presented a surface co- 
 vered with brown and stiff hairs, like so many darts, and with these 
 it made great efforts to touch the offending substance. While its head 
 and breast lay thus flat ujion the ground, in the natural position of its 
 motion, its body or thick tail, forming half its entire length, was 
 cocked in the air at right angles with the other part before it, which 
 seemed to be its head. This body or tail, so elevated, was ringed and 
 scaled like the tail of a lobster, but ended abruptly, as if a piece had 
 been cut off from the trunk. In the centre of this flattened termination 
 was a small tube, through which it emitted its venom, of a milky 
 white ; and when teazed, it expanded its large mouth, waved its hea- 
 vy tail in the air, and sent forth momentary emissions of its poison. 
 Its bite or sting was said to be generally productive of death." — Buck- 
 ingham's Travels, Vol. I. p. 248. 
 
 " " But where'er the poison fell, 
 Flew the darts of Azrael," 
 
 Azrael, the angel of death. 
 
 ' " Their enchanting ziraleet.'^ 
 The ziraleet is a kind of chorus, which the women of the East sing 
 upon joyful occasions. 
 
 • V
 
 NOTES. 56 
 
 s " The sacred wooil of Lebanon." 
 The cedars of Lebanon were said to be planted by God himself. 
 
 " '« The love-breathing tree, 
 So enchanting to see." 
 
 " The zinijced i.s viewed with a jealous eje by the Persians, from a 
 belief that it has a strong- tendency to excite the passions of the females 
 who are locked up during the time it is in blow." — Kepples Narrative. 
 
 ' •' The durukti ubrishoom." 
 " A species of mimosa, resembluig the aborca of that genus. It 
 droops like the willow, the flower has silky fibres of a delicate j)ink co- 
 lour, and would resemble a swan's down puff, tinged with rouge. It 
 sends forth a most fragrant perfume — and its name, duructi uhrishoom, 
 ' the silk-tree,' bespeaks its appearance." — The same. 
 
 ^ " The giant nasterpun." 
 " The nasteraun is a large rose-tree; it grows to the height of twenty 
 feet — the trunk is nearly two feet in circumference." — The same. 
 
 ' " The jertell'd kulkaul glitter'd on her ankles white and bare." 
 The khidkaul is a bracelet worn round the lower part of the leg, just 
 above the ankles. 
 
 "" " Naceda never look'd so fair, nor Leila half so chiiste," 
 Naceda, Venus — Leila, the Moon.
 
 MINOR POEMS.
 
 MINOR POEMS. 
 
 THE MISANTHROPE. 
 
 I knew him at that time, when boyish hope 
 L/Ooks forward in wild dreams ; — he was a fair 
 And unsophisticated child of earth ; 
 One of those spirits, which the wing of joy 
 Brush'd with its liffhtest feather — and he secni'd 
 A being born for an ideal world 
 More than for gross substantiality. 
 His heart was unsuspecting and sincere, 
 Open and kind — and his free hand 
 Shower'd bounty upon all, as morning sheds 
 Its dew-drops on the flow'ret and the weed. 
 He wish'd for happiness, and falsely thought 
 To bind tlic goddess closer to his breast,
 
 60 MINOR POEMS. 
 
 By spreading- her fond influence around. 
 
 Poor youth ! — he rais'd an altar to her name, 
 
 And worshipp'd her as the belov'd of heav'n ; 
 
 He deck'd it with bright flow'rs, and on it plac'd 
 
 Two statues — both Avere beautiful; but one 
 
 Seem'd to excel the art of human hands, 
 
 So exquisitely shap'd — so fair — so matchless; 
 
 JLike some heav'n-moulded and protected form, 
 
 To which a bright star had but just giv'n birth : 
 
 Around her waist the youth's fond arms were clasp'd, 
 
 Into whose eyes she threw her twilight look 
 
 Of tenderness, while, with a gentle hand. 
 
 She rais'd the golden ringlets from his brow. 
 
 That shadow'd half the beauty of his face ; — 
 
 Love hover'd o'er their heads — on either side, 
 
 Friencship and Truth were seen ; while just beneath, 
 
 Hope, as the emblem of his soul, appear'd. 
 
 Upon a chrystal pedestal of light, 
 
 Carv'd into countless rays, and her blue wings 
 
 Were broadly spread to reach the blissful group, 
 
 On whom her ardent gaze was rivited. 
 
 The fancy pleased him — and he glided from 
 
 The noisy niirth of wine-cup revellers. 
 
 To muse in secret at that much-lov'd shrine.
 
 MINOR POEMS. 61 
 
 We parted. — Time pass'd on, and I leturu'd. 
 He was not that he had been : — there was still 
 The full dark eye — the smooth and open brow ; 
 The smile of true benevolence still play'd 
 Around his lips : but over all was spread 
 A shadow — like a light and new-form'd cloud 
 
 Seen in the rairror'd ocean. 
 
 I traced him to his haunt — and there I found 
 The hand of Friendship broken ; and the brow 
 Of Truth was overhung- with cypress boughs. 
 I turn'd mine eyes away. — Alas I thouglit I, 
 And keep'st thou thus the record of life's ills? 
 Deluded man!— the time, 1 fear, may come. 
 When all that work of youthful fancy will 
 Be overturn'd, defaced, 'and broken, like 
 False Friendship's hand ! 
 
 We parted— years roU'd by, and I return'd. 
 The scene was changed : in the gay festal hall, 
 Where once the sparkling- chalice circled round, 
 .And laughter-loving revelry held sway — 
 Where music sounded, beauty smil'd, and Love 
 Sent his wild arrows from delighted eyes, 
 Grim desolation now in darkness reign'd !
 
 62 MINOR POEMS. 
 
 For ten long years no human step had waked 
 The slumb'ring echoes of that silent hall. 
 
 The owner of the mansion stood alone 
 In the once-lovely garden : but, alas ! 
 Where was its beauty now? — The adder's-tongue, 
 The deadly nightshade, and wild thistle sprang, 
 Where the rose blossom'd and the sun-flower shone ; 
 The foul and noxious arrach rais'd its head, 
 And brambles trail'd on the neglected ground. 
 Where once the fairest flowers of nature flourish'd ; 
 Grass tufts deforra'd the smooth and classic walks, 
 Branches of wither'd shrubs were strewn around ; 
 And not a bird there furl'd his downy wing, 
 Save the lone owl, who sigh'd the night away, 
 Like a sad spirit over pleasure's grave. 
 
 Pale was the cheek of Edward — his dark hair 
 Was tinged with grey, and the o'erflowing tears. 
 As rivers, that have burst their bounding banks. 
 Strike out new channels, plough'd his once-fair face 
 With many a furrow ; and his sunken eye 
 Sent forth a comfortless and gloomy light, 
 Such light as steals thro' winter-fogs at ev'ning,
 
 MINOR POEMS. 63 
 
 Upon the chill'd and toil-worn traveller, 
 
 AVho views it melting into starless night, 
 
 Bleak, stormy, cold, and cheerless ! His tliin hand 
 
 Return'd the clasp of mine with apathy. 
 
 He led me to his once-belov'd retreat 
 
 Oh ! what a change was there ! — I saw it first 
 Upon a summer's evening ; and each Malk 
 Was arch'd above Avith flow'rs of every hue ; 
 Bright forms, with soundless steps, glided along, 
 Like fairies tripping on the moon-lit moss ; 
 Strains of rich music floated on the breeze ; 
 Wild shouts of laughter shook the aspen-leaves ; 
 Fantastic mirth and revelry were seen 
 In every gay alcove or flowery path ; 
 Gay uniforms and distant lands' costume 
 Roam'd gaily through the orange groves — and all 
 Was happiness. 
 
 The little temple stood 
 Beneath the sliadow of a sycamore, 
 Whose broad leaves flutter'd in the silver liglit 
 Of the midsummer moon — wild passion-flowers 
 Entwin'd their tendrils round the lattices. 
 And the night-blowing ceres shed perfume
 
 64 MINOR POEMS. 
 
 From its pale humid lips — young roses, red 
 As those first dyed by the pure blood of beauty, 
 Breath'd their rich fragrance on the gentle air, 
 While " Love in Idleness" lay couch'd beneath. 
 How changed the scene ! — The temple stood alone 
 In a deserted wilderness of ruin ; 
 
 The flowers, neglected, droop'd their heads and died ; 
 The sickening wild-vine, like an embracing plague, 
 Clasp'd its too soon dilapidated walls ; 
 Hemlock and henbane poison'd the sweet air — 
 And all was desolate. The door stood open — 
 I enter'd first. — The altar was still there ; 
 But o'er the head of the fair youth there hung 
 
 A willow bough Where was his idol maid ? 
 
 jk '» -^ « « « 
 
 ****** 
 
 We parted — years roU'd by, and I return'd. 
 The doors were closed — the windows barr'd — the walls 
 Were high, and arra'd with pointed stones and glass. 
 I spoke to some, who chanc'd to pass me by, 
 Of my poor friend : but each man shook his head, 
 As though his name had been forgotten long. 
 One person only answer'd my demand :—
 
 MINOR POEMS. 65 
 
 For five years had that castle's doors been clos'd — 
 No human being dwelt within the walls, 
 Save their unsocial master : peasants stood, 
 And stared, and were astonish'd ; no one dared 
 Encroach upon liis solitude ; — yet each 
 Forrn'd strange conjectures — wild, and feasible 
 But to their own weak minds. No living foot 
 Ventured to steal at nightfall by these walls ; — 
 Strange noises startled the quick ear of darkness ; — 
 The wolf's bark and the owl's shrill scream were heard 
 At intervals — and all was still again. 
 
 But, three nights since, a dreadful storm arose ; 
 The castle-bell unloos'd its iron tongue ; 
 Its deep-toned voice, borne on the rushing wind, 
 Alarm'd the neighbourhood — until just now, 
 Wild ceaseless bowlings were distinctly heard. 
 Such as at times are echo'd on the ear 
 In the deep bosom of the Appenines. 
 
 *i * * * * -^ 
 
 *^ ^ w •BP w "ff 
 
 Worknjcn were now assembled, and Uie doors 
 Forced from their rusty hinges — one by one
 
 (^6 MINOR POEMS. 
 
 They, groaning-, fell ; the labourer stood stilly 
 
 With superstitious terror, as the sound 
 
 Reverberated through the empty rooms. 
 
 And trembled in the darkness at the touch 
 
 Even of his fellow ; — till at last they came 
 
 To a more spacious hall. Upon the ground 
 
 Were strewn rich goblets of the purest gold, 
 
 Vases of alabaster, and dead fruits — 
 
 Festoons of wither'd flowers, that at the touch 
 
 Moulder'd to dust, were hung the walls around — 
 
 And faded wreaths of vine-leaves, mix'd with roses. 
 
 Were scatter'd over the deserted board. 
 
 All was the same as when I last beheld 
 
 That long-deserted spot. With heavy heart, 
 
 Slow step, and swimming eye, I went to seek 
 
 My early friend, in his accustomed haunt. 
 
 All was without the same — all changed within 1 
 
 Upon the marble floor a human form 
 
 Lay stretch'd and motionless, and by his side 
 
 A gaunt and famish'd wolf was just expiring. 
 
 Whose greedy eyes sent forth a frightful glare ; 
 
 He strove to rise — and, in the effort — died ! 
 
 Hope from her chrystal pedestal was hurl'd, 
 
 And dashed in countless fragments on the floor j
 
 MINOR POEMS. IJ7 
 
 The Altar was o'erturn'd. — And what was he — 
 That wretched, rugged, prostrate, lifeless man ? 
 Could that be Edward ? — Edward ! — even he. 
 That temple was his tomb !!****
 
 LAST TUESDAY. 
 
 As I sat, last Tuesday mornings, 
 Beneath the welcome shade 
 Of the old elm-tree, in the garden-walk, 
 Looking toward the glade — 
 
 I heard the merry bells pealing 
 
 From the village church hard by ; 
 They told a tale of two youthful hearts, 
 With rapture beating high. 
 
 And, smiling in health and beauty, 
 Came tripping the happy bride — 
 White roses adorned her braided hair ; 
 
 The bridegroom was by her side. 
 
 She turn'd from his gaze her blushes. 
 And shelter'd her deep blue eye 
 'Neath its ivory lid, and silken lash 
 Of Love's own amber dye.
 
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 The bride-maid's follow 'd after, 
 With innocent, joyous looks, 
 Where the bright soul shone like a nioon-bcani 
 That's reflected in the brooks. 
 
 And, behind the youthful party, 
 An aged pair were seen. 
 Trudging along, with laughing eyes, 
 The fresh and dewy green. 
 
 How I wish'd to join and mingle 
 
 With that fair and gladsome train. 
 But I turn'd with a sigh, and heavy heart 
 To my cottage door again. 
 
 And I sat last Tuesday evening 
 Beneath the old clm-trec, 
 As the sun was slowly descending 
 
 To the waving w estcrn sea. 
 
 The shepherd's pipe sounded sweetly 
 Along the distant vale, 
 And the plaintive voice of the cuckoo bird 
 Was heard over hill and dale.
 
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 But the death-bell's heavy tolling 
 Startled my watchful ear, 
 And the dismal sounds of its iron tongue 
 Were echoing far and near. 
 
 And presently, in white mourning, 
 There came two virgins fair ; 
 Their tresses were loos'd from their silken bands, 
 And floated in the air. 
 
 I had seen these weeping maidens 
 That morning pass me by ; 
 But where was the bride with the golden hair, 
 And the sapphire-beaming eye ? 
 
 There pass'd me a simple coffin, 
 
 With a snow-white silken pall ; 
 Young girls dropp'd bright flow'rs along the path, 
 And tears more precious than all. 
 
 But behind it was one who wept not. 
 Who utter'd nor word nor sigh — 
 'Twas the bridegroom who smil'd that morning on 
 The bride with the deep-blue eye.
 
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 Two forms came tottering after, 
 Two pictures of despair ; 
 They wrung their hands in agony, 
 And tore tlieir aged hair. 
 
 The rose-bud of their old fond hearts, 
 Their age's hope and pride. 
 On the morning it breath'd its sweetest breatl), 
 Had droop'd its head and died. 
 
 I follow'd to the old churcli-yard, 
 I heard the solemn prayer ; 
 The dust was thrown on the cofTin-lid — 
 
 But the bridegroom linger'd there. 
 
 And, above the grave so simple, 
 A bird was soaring high, 
 Like a blessed soul, departing for 
 Its birth-place in the sky. 
 
 One by one did the mournful band 
 Leave the abode of death, 
 And no one spoke to the silent youth 
 With consolation's breath.
 
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 They left him alone, in sorrow 
 To pass the night away ; 
 He never saw the morning — 
 
 Dead on the grave he lay ! 
 
 * It was, and I believe still is, the custom, in many parts of Swit- 
 zerland, where this sketch is supposed to have been taken, to bury the 
 dead within sis or seven hours after the breath has left the body. — 
 Hence, it frequently occurs, that many are entombed alive. I recol- 
 lect reading a melancholy fact of a lover, whose mistress was consi- 
 dered dead, and was buried according to custom, in opposition to his 
 tears and entreaties. For some time he wandered like a maniac about 
 her grave ; and the magistrates at last permitted it to be opened, in 
 pity to his sufferings, for he persisted in the belief that she had been 
 incarcerated alive. — To the horror of all present, when the earth was 
 removed, they discovered the lid of the coffin broken, and the body 
 dreadfully distorted by the vain exertion of the unhappy giil to free 
 herself from the grave, upon recovering from the trance.
 
 OH, FOR THE HILLS ! 
 
 Oh, for the hills, the giant hills ! 
 • The free-born eagle's home — 
 Where once, a boyish mountaineer, 
 
 It was my pride to roam. 
 Ye happy hours ! ye golden hours ! 
 
 That bless'd my youtliful years — 
 Willi anguish I remember ye, 
 
 With sorrow and with tears. 
 Oh, for the hills, the giant hills ! 
 
 The free-born eagle's home — 
 Where once, a boyish mountaineer, 
 
 It was my pride to roam. 
 
 Past times, loved times ! — Ah, happy days. 
 
 Ye ne'er will come again ; 
 My grief-fraught accents arc not licard, 
 
 I breathe my prayers in vain. 
 My mountain-stafl' is broken now, 
 
 My spirit 's broken too ;
 
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 Dear native scenes ! ray eager eyes 
 No more will gaze on you. 
 
 Oh, for the hills, the giant hills ! 
 The free-born eagle's home — 
 
 Where once, a boyish mountaineer, 
 It was my pride to roam.
 
 FOR MUSIC. 
 
 1. 
 The wind is piercing cold, dearest — 
 
 I'll shield thee from the blast ; 
 The wintry day grows old, dearest — 
 
 The rain is falling fast : 
 But what are winds or rain, dearest, 
 
 Compar'd to that more rude ? 
 They strive, but strive in vain, dearest. 
 
 To match ingratitude. 
 Then check that rising sigh, dearest. 
 
 That sigh o'er-fraught with pain — 
 And dry that tearful eye, dearest, 
 
 That weeps, but weeps in vain. 
 
 2. 
 Oh, grieve no more, my own dearest — 
 
 The life-blood of my heart 
 Shall flow for thee alone, dearest, 
 
 For all to me thou art.
 
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 MINOR POEMS. 
 
 Here, take thy balmy sleep, dearest, 
 
 Upon my throbbing breast ; 
 Let guilt and falsehood weep, dearest, 
 
 But peaceful be thy rest. 
 Then check that rising sigh, dearest, 
 
 That sigh o'er-fraught with pain ; 
 And dry that tearful eye, dearest, 
 
 It weeps, but weeps in vain. 
 
 3. 
 We yet may find a spot, dearest. 
 
 Where sorrow cannot come — 
 Some fair, though lowly cot, dearest, 
 
 To be our age's home ; 
 Where our declining years, dearest. 
 
 May glide in peace away, 
 Undimm'd by sorrow's tears, dearest. 
 
 And end life's chequer'd day. 
 Then check that rising sigh, dearest, 
 
 That sigh o'er-fraught with pain ; 
 And dry that tearful eye, dearest. 
 
 It weeps, but weeps in vain !
 
 THOU ART ALL TO ME NOW ! 
 
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 Thou art all to me now ! and the light of the past 
 In reality's midnight lialh faded at last : 
 Thou art all to me now, love ! for nothing I see 
 In the waste of existence, save thee, only thee ! 
 
 I loved thee sincerely, when visions were bright — 
 I loved thee in sunshine — I love thee in night ; 
 For bright is the star that shines out in the storm, 
 And sacred its beauty, and hallow' d its form. 
 
 3. 
 
 My bosom thy pillow, my love for thy shield, 
 Oh, dread not the lances our enemies wield ; 
 Tho' sorrow and sickness have shaded my brow. 
 Strong, strong must his arm be, who injures thco now.
 
 THE '' FORGET-ME-NOT." 
 
 TO 
 
 1. 
 
 There is a lovely simple flower, 
 Soft Nature's faithful gem — 
 
 It blooms not in the gaudy bower. 
 Nor Flora's diadem. 
 
 2. 
 
 Its modest head is scarcely rais'd 
 Above the parent earth ; 
 
 Not often is its beauty prais'd, 
 Less frequently its worth. 
 
 3. 
 
 It sometimes blushes on the breast 
 Of the young village maid ; 
 
 But seldom, seldom, deigns to rest 
 Where splendour is array'd.
 
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 4. 
 It decks the brow of guileless youth, 
 
 Before the canker steals 
 Into the sacred breast of truth, 
 
 And all its pow'r reveals. 
 
 5. 
 Then turn the page, my blooming fair — 
 
 Thrice happy be thy lot ! 
 Behold the blue-eyed treasure there, 
 
 Love's own " Forget-me-not."
 
 FOR MUSIC. 
 
 1. 
 
 Farewell, farewell, my happy home ! 
 
 Farewell, ray blooming bride ! 
 For the burning East our sails are spread 
 They swell in matchless pride. 
 Who would desert the sea. 
 When, high above old ocean's caves. 
 The free breath of the morning waves 
 The flag of liberty ? 
 
 Tho' mountain-high the waters rise, 
 
 Tho' lightnings fiercely flash, 
 Tho' thunders rattle in the skies, 
 And clouds around us clash — 
 Who would desert the sea, 
 While, high above old ocean's caves, 
 The broad wing of the tempest waves 
 The flag of liberty ?
 
 I CANNOT WEEP ! 
 
 1. 
 
 I cannot weep ! I cannot weep I 
 
 Altho' ray eyes are aching — 
 I cannot shed a single tear, 
 
 Altho' mv heart is breakinff. 
 My joys arc wither'd — in the grave 
 
 My hopes are stretch'd beside them ; 
 No moisture greets my pallid lips, 
 
 Grief's fever-fire has dried them. 
 But oh, I cannot, cannot weep, 
 
 Altho' my eyes are aching — 
 I cannot shed a single tear, 
 
 Although my heart is breaking ! 
 
 2. 
 INIy gentle love, my buried love ! 
 
 The grass which waves above (hoc, 
 The flowers my hands have plaiitod here, 
 
 Can witness how I love theo; 
 
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 For they have felt my ceaseless sighs 
 
 For ever wafting- by them, 
 And they have mark'd my wild despair, 
 
 Whene'er I wander'd nigh them. 
 Yet, oh ! 1 cannot, cannot weep, 
 
 Altho' my eyes are aching — 
 I cannot shed a single tear, 
 
 Altho' my heart is breaking I 
 
 3. 
 The light is past that cheer'd my heart — 
 
 Departed — lost for ever; 
 And dark hour follows darksome hour, 
 
 But day returneth never : 
 Like those who freeze 'neath arctic skies, 
 
 When sunless comes the morrow, 
 So passeth on my dreary life, 
 
 In rayless gloom and sorrow. 
 Yet, still, I cannot, cannot weep, 
 
 Altho' my eyes are aching — 
 I cannot shed a single tear, 
 
 Altho' my heart is breaking i
 
 ON THE RUINS OF DUNWICH. 
 
 1. 
 
 The sea hath overpower'd thee, 
 
 And, like a ruthless foe, 
 Triumphantly rolls over thee 
 
 Its billows to and fro ; 
 And all the dark waves spared of thee, 
 
 Alas ! must pass away ; 
 Time's withering grasp is laid on thee, 
 
 And hurls thee to decay. 
 
 2. 
 
 Around thy fallen majesty 
 
 The serpent ivy creeps ; 
 The mourning muse of history 
 
 O'er thy sad ruin weeps. 
 Grass tufts are springing on thy walls, 
 
 Thy towers grey moss display — 
 Those monuments of former power, 
 
 And grandeur past away.
 
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 3. 
 
 Upon thy crumbling battlements, 
 
 The screech-owl builds her nest, 
 Where many a knight to lady bright 
 
 Once bow'd his shining crest ; 
 Pale ruin stamps triumphantly 
 
 Upon each time-worn stone, 
 And, with a smile, exultingly 
 
 Proclaims thee all his own !
 
 ADDRESS TO THE LIFFEY, 
 
 WniTTEN BY THE SALMON-LEAP;, AT LEIXLIP. 
 
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 The storm sweepeth on, with its red wing of light, 
 Thro' the thick dismal gloom of the starless night, 
 And passeth away like a dark troubled dream — 
 But not so the roar or the dash of thy stream ; 
 Still foaming and tumbling, while rocks clash together, 
 To ocean it rushes, for ever — for ever. 
 
 \ The noontide of rapture, the midnight of pain — 
 The love-blighted heart, or the heedless and vain — 
 The May-day of youth, or the winter of age — 
 The sports of the boy, and the thoughts of the sage, 
 Pass away like a star-shot, to re-appear never ; 
 But thou art unchanging, for ever — for ever. 
 
 "Rolling on, rolling on to the wide-spreading sea, 
 Imposing, majestic, proud, glorious, and free —
 
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 The deep woods enibow'r thee, and kiss thy clear tide, 
 Which shines like a conqueror, deck'd in his pride ; 
 But heroes and summer-leaves oft fall together — 
 While thou must be spring-fresh for ever, for ever.
 
 I COULD NOT ENFOLD THEE. 
 
 TO 
 
 1. 
 
 I could not enfold thee, 
 
 I could not beliold thee, 
 When all look'd around tliee so gay and so glad ; 
 
 No, come to me only, 
 
 Thus lost and thus lonely, 
 Thus grief-worn, thus hopeless, heart-broken and sad. 
 
 'Tis thus thou art nearest, 
 
 'Tis thus thou art dearest. 
 Thus blighted, benighted, thus lightless and lorn ; 
 
 'Tis thus I would avoo thee, 
 
 'Tis thus 1 would view thee — 
 For I, too, am wasted, dejected, and worn. 
 
 2. 
 
 When joys were the liglitcst, 
 And hope shone the brightest, 
 Then thou wert the beam that scared darkness away ;
 
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 Life faded without thee, 
 
 All love dwelt about thee, 
 And made thy existence but one summer's-day ; 
 
 Then in this chill season, 
 
 The death-time of reason, 
 When joy turns to sorrow, and sorrow grows mad. 
 
 Oh come to me only, 
 
 Thus lost and thus lonely, 
 Thus grief-worn, thus hopeless, heart-broken, and sad. 
 
 3. 
 
 In youth's sunny morning, 
 
 Ere joy gave us warning 
 How soon his bright pinions would spread to the wind. 
 
 How rich were the flowers 
 
 That bloom'd in the bowers, 
 Where first thy dear image enchanted my mind ■ 
 
 But winter has chill'd them. 
 
 The cold wind has kill'd them, 
 And summer for them hath no pleasure in store ; 
 
 Liike us they are slighted, 
 
 Like us they are blighted. 
 Like us they have wither'd to blossom no more.
 
 FOR MUSIC. 
 
 1. 
 
 The night was dark, the thunder rolTd, 
 The rushing wind was strong and cold, 
 And quick and loud the deep bell toU'd, 
 
 Within thy walls, St. Hilda ; 
 And Monks were moving to and fro, 
 With hurried steps, and looks of woe, 
 To find the Nun, Matilda ? 
 The tempest play'd 
 Around the maid, 
 Yet fearless was the rover, 
 As thro' the gate, 
 With heart elate, 
 She flew to meet hor lover. 
 
 For, thro' the darkness of the night, 
 Distant appear'd her hero's light, 
 Upon the stormy waters, bright 
 
 N
 
 90 MINOR POEMS. 
 
 And cheering, on before her ; 
 Behind a hundred torches came, 
 A hundred voices shriek'd her name, 
 
 But Love still forward bore her. 
 
 The lightnings flash'd, 
 
 As on she dash'd — 
 The white surf foam'd beside her ; 
 
 Yet still she fled 
 
 Along its bed, 
 Nor fear'd what might betide her. 
 
 3. 
 She gain'd the boat— her fears were past- 
 Still her pursuers foUow'd fast ; 
 But gaily in his arms, at last, 
 
 The gallant soldier caught her : 
 " Fear nothing now, sweet Love !" he cried, 
 " For thy true knight is by thy side, 
 To waft thee o'er the water." 
 The monkish band 
 Stood on the strand, 
 As swift the tempest bore them. 
 All safe and free, 
 Far over sea, 
 With Love and Hope before them.
 
 LINES 
 
 WRITTEN ON SEEING THE TROOPS PASS OX THEIR WAY TO 
 EMBARK FOR PORTUGAL. 
 
 As ditannia sat watching the bright starry foam, 
 That encircled the shores of her dear, happy home, 
 
 A smile graced the cheek of the warrior-maid : 
 " Loved Isle !" she exclaim'd, " blest with spirits as free 
 As the wild-rolling waves of my far-spreading sea ! 
 Oh, where is the despot would dare to advance. 
 And meet the proud lightning of Liberty's glance, 
 
 Or wait for the death-stroke of Liberty's blade ?' 
 
 The words were scarce iitter'd, when, wild with her fears, 
 The Genius of Freedom, in sorrow and tears, 
 
 A suppliant stood by the Goddess's side ; 
 Her bright golden tresses were all unconfin'd — 
 And, floating in light, on the gay morning's wind, 
 O'er lier shoulder the standard of Portugal hung — 
 From her lips the proud war-cry of Portugal rung — 
 
 And " Aid me, dear Sister I" slie mournfully cried.
 
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 " Britannia, arise ! shed thy light o'er the world — 
 Let the banner of England once more be unfurl'd, 
 
 And her bulwarks again proudly float o'er the wave ; 
 For Spain is in arms, my fond hopes to deride ; 
 And Portugal hails thee with glory and pride, 
 To smile on her cause, and assist in the strife — 
 To shield the oppress'd — to save Liberty's life, 
 
 And conquer the tyrant who fights to enslave !" 
 
 The Goddess rose up, with her eyes flashing light — 
 Elated, terrific, commanding, and bright, 
 
 And summon'd her spirits from mountain and wave : 
 " My legions are ready, my ships on the sea — 
 In thy cause are enlisted the brave and the free ; 
 Their hearts are high beating to succour thy need, 
 And will follow wherever thy footsteps shall lead — 
 
 To conquest and life — or a patriot's grave I"
 
 TO MY GUITAR. 
 
 1. 
 Farewell, my guitar ! I have loved thee sincerely, 
 
 Could falsehood a gift so enchanting bestow ? 
 Return to the syren I still love too dearly, 
 
 And let thy soft notes speak the depth of my woe : 
 My tongue cannot utter a sound to accuse her — 
 
 But oh, in thy numbers, my grief let her hear ; 
 And tho' my heart break in the moment I lose her, 
 
 Do thou speak sweet pardon and peace to her ear. 
 
 2. 
 For she was my load-star of love and devotion, 
 
 Hope's Paradise beaming in blissful array ; 
 And shone o'er the waves of life's dark stormy ocean, 
 
 A beacon of light to illumine my way. 
 The black clouds of falsehood now shadow her splendour, 
 
 Her brightness is lost in their vapoury shade ; 
 Hard, hard is the young heart 1 once thought so tender, 
 
 And deep is the wound by its treachery made.
 
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 MINOR rOEMS. 
 
 3. 
 
 Farewell, my guitar ! I in sadness resign thee, 
 
 For dear were thy notes to my sorrowing soul ; 
 To her, the unkind one, again I consign thee, 
 
 Who once held my feelings in blissful control : 
 And when o'er thy strings her white fingers shall wander. 
 
 May memory bring back those moments again, 
 When I spoke love's language, and she smil'd the fonder, 
 
 Deceiv'd me, betray'd me, and left me to pain !
 
 FOR MUSIC. 
 
 Fare thee well — fare thee well — fare thee well, love ! 
 
 Pleasure's charming delusion is o'er ; 
 Sorrow's night-bird hath shriek'd rapture's knell, love, 
 And hope's day-break will brighten no more. 
 
 Far away, far away, far away, love, 
 
 To the land of the stranger I roam ; 
 
 But wherever my footsteps may stray, love, 
 My thoughts will ne'er wander from home. 
 
 When the sun seeks the waves of the west, love. 
 And his last beams illumine the shores. 
 
 The Gheber's dark eyes fondly rest, love. 
 On the light which his spirit adores : 
 
 And thus fond to the last, to the last, love, 
 Shall my faithful eyes dwell upon thee ; 
 
 For thou wert the light of the past, love, 
 And tenderly worshipp'd by me.
 
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 But, alas! fare thee well, fare thee well, love ! 
 
 My heart's fond dream of rapture is o'er ; 
 Night is nigh, the winds blow, the sails swell, love- 
 
 And Hope's day-break will brighten no more.
 
 ro MY OWN DEAR JANE. 
 
 rp 
 
 Air — " Love's Young Dream." 
 
 You ask, for what I loved you first, 
 
 Whene'er we meet ; 
 Why does the desert wanderer thirst 
 
 For fountains sweet ? 
 In darkness long I journey'd thro' 
 
 Life's cold and desert plain, 
 But caught a beam of light from you, 
 ]My own dear Jane. 
 
 It was not for the fragile flower 
 
 Of beauty bright, 
 Which shines but in the sunny hour, 
 
 And droops at night : 
 It was the heart of truth you bore. 
 
 Unsullied by a stain, 
 And that fond smile of love you wore, 
 
 My own dear Jane. 
 
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 TAKE THE HARP. 
 
 Air — " Ah hyd y nos. ' 
 
 Take the harp, and let me hear thee, 
 
 Dark-eyed Maid ! 
 Softly, sweetly singing near me, 
 
 Dark-eyed Maid ! 
 Now, whilst grief my soul encumbers, 
 Wake it from its silent slumbers. 
 Soothe me with its magic numbers, 
 
 Dark- eyed Maid ! 
 
 Let me see thy fairy fingers, 
 
 Dark-eyed Maid ! 
 Sweep the strings where music lingers, 
 
 Dark-eyed Maid ! 
 Still, oh ! still, the strain repeating, 
 So enchanting, tho' so fleeting- 
 Sing, and ease my bosom's beating, 
 
 Dark-eyed Maid !
 
 MINOR POEMS. 99 
 
 Oh ! those notes were full of power, 
 
 Dark-eyed Maid ! 
 In a fairer, brighter hour, 
 
 Dark-eyed Maid ! 
 When the smiles of Pleasure won me, 
 And the eyes of Love were on me — 
 Sing-, then, now those blessings shun me, 
 
 Dark-eyed Maid !
 
 YOUNG FANNY. 
 
 Air — " Dance in the Honey-Moon." 
 
 Young Fanny is the prettiest, 
 The liveliest, the wittiest, 
 The sweetest, dearest, and the best, 
 That danceth on our village green ; 
 And she is aye my bosom's pride ; 
 She vows to be my bonnie bride, 
 As aft we wander, side by side, 
 At night unseen. 
 
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 The silver moon aboon our heads — 
 
 On airy feet she lightly treads, 
 Amang the dewy daisy beds ; 
 While philomel is singing clear, 
 Upo' a milk-white thorn above^ 
 Enchanting a' the silent grove 
 Wi' saft and thrilling lays o' love, 
 Sae sweet and dear.
 
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 Each youthful eye she doth entrance, 
 She smiles sac sweetly in tlic dance, 
 But gies to me her fondest glance, 
 As swift we thro' the mazes go ; 
 Then says to nic, " At ten to-night, 
 Where last we met, by Dian's light, 
 I'll come to thee with fairy iiight. 
 My ain dear jo." 
 
 Then down the middle straight we lead, 
 While mony hearts are doom'd to bleed, 
 To see ray Fanny tak nae heed 
 O' a' their sighs and a' their pain ; 
 The measure done, we know nae smart. 
 For Love has bound us heart to heart, 
 And oh ! we feel we onlyfpart, 
 To meet again.
 
 THE DEATH OF SAPPHO. 
 
 In the darkness of woe, on the white rock she stood, 
 And wildly she gazed on the far-spreading flood ; 
 The big- drops of sorrow gush'd fast from her eyes, 
 And the mountains' wild caverns re-echoed her cries. 
 
 '•' He is gone !" she exclaimed, " my delusion is o'er. 
 And my harp will awaken to rapture no more ; 
 I am scorn'd by the god of my love-stricken soul, 
 And despair rends my bosom, defying control. 
 
 ^' Tho' warm are the looks of our bright sunny skies, 
 Cold, cold are the glances of Phaon's dark eyes ; 
 He feels not— he heeds not these tear-drops that start, 
 But triumphs, alas ! o'er the grief of my heart. 
 
 ^' The blue deep beneath me will stifle my woes — 
 The song of the storm will ne'er break my repose — 
 The fierce war of feeling within me will cease, 
 And death bring poor Sappho the blessing of peace."
 
 MINOR rOE^IS. 103 
 
 One look to her dear native valley she threw — 
 One sigh from the depth of her bosom drew — 
 One thought to the cold-hearted Phaon she gave — 
 Then sprang from the rockj and was lost in the wave.
 
 FOR MUSIC. 
 
 1. 
 
 I love thee, my Mary, and tho' it may be 
 
 A sin to confess how sincerely, 
 My error may surely be pardon'd by thee — 
 
 For when didst thou censure severely ? 
 Oh ! never — for shrined in the depth of those eyes. 
 
 Whose beauty reminds us of heav'n, 
 All lovely the young soul of tenderness lies, 
 
 And tells me at once I'm forgiven. 
 
 2. 
 Then come to this heart which now burns in my breast. 
 
 And tho' fate may to ashes have doom'd it, 
 Liike the phoenix, again it will start in its nest 
 
 To new life from the flames which consum'd it ! 
 And tho' now, like a night-bedew'd blossom, all tears, 
 
 Thou droopest thy fair head in sorrow, 
 The sun will soon shine out, to brighten thy fears, 
 
 And bring thee a beautiful morrow%
 
 WHERE HOPE IS LIGHT. 
 
 Where hope is light, and joys are bright, 
 
 And love is ever beaming, 
 Where all is beauteous to the sight, 
 
 And sunny smiles are streaming ; 
 Where fairy footsteps grace the ball, 
 
 And fairy forms are glancing, 
 Liike airy visions thro' the hall 
 
 Of bliss, each soul entrancing ! — 
 It is not there, 'mid gaudy show, 
 
 The soul of pity waketh ; 
 The broken heart alone can know 
 
 The pain of that which breaketh. 
 
 'Tis not in meditation's bower, 
 
 For countless charms enwreath it ; 
 
 And hope still wanders to the flower, 
 But not the thorn beneath it. 
 
 The virgin's heart may heave a sigh. 
 To hear a tale of sorrow — 
 
 V
 
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 Perhaps a tear may dim Iier eye, 
 
 But hope returns with morrow ^ 
 
 And he who basks 'neath summer-skies, 
 Where all is warm and pleasing, 
 
 Thinks not upon the wretch, who lies 
 Under the north-star, freezing. 
 
 But he who pines in prison darkj 
 
 Bereft of all who love him — 
 Whose languid eyes no longer mark 
 
 The death-cold dews above him — 
 Whose cheek no longer seems to feel 
 
 Their moisture down it flowing — 
 Whose fetters gall, but never heal, 
 
 The wound still deeper growing;— 
 'Tis only he can feel such woe 
 
 As in my bosom aclieth — 
 The broken heart alone can know 
 
 The pain of that which breaketh »
 
 TO THE REV. MARCUS MONCK, 
 
 RECTOR OF RATHDOWNEY, QUEEN'S COUNTY, 
 
 THE FIR3I FRIENDj THE TENDER PARENT, AND THE BENEFACTOR 
 
 OF HIS FJuOCK. 
 
 Farewell, farevvell ! — my eager eyes 
 Pursue the carriage as it flies ; 
 Dark envious clouds of dust pursue, 
 And shroud its inmates from my view : 
 Adieu, dear friends ! nor bear in mind 
 Ye leave one grieving heart behind. 
 
 Ye cannot hear my fervent prayer — 
 The words are lost in empty air ; 
 Nor could those words to you impart 
 The gratitude that fills my heart — 
 But wliile my lute retains a string, 
 'Twill vibrate to the name I sing. 
 
 Farewell ! — where'er my footsteps stray, 
 Kind thoughts of you sliall cheer my way ;
 
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 In future hours of pain or grief, 
 Your image still will bring relief; 
 Should storms and dangers round me press, 
 Could I forget, or love you less ! 
 
 Oh, no ! the thought of misery 
 Could force no tear-drop from mine eye ; 
 The world's despise I could disdain. 
 And fling it back my scorn again — 
 Travel each stage of sorrow thro', 
 And smile — if welcom'd home by you ! 
 
 May 8th, 1829.
 
 QUITTING HARBOUR. 
 
 The chief 's on board, and gladness lights each eye— 
 
 " All hands up-anchor," is the boatswain's cry ; 
 
 Like busy ants, arise the eager swarms, 
 
 Dark'ning the vessel with their dusky forms; 
 
 In measur'd paces, to the wedded strife 
 
 Of the hoarse drum and the shrill-sounding fife, 
 
 They urge their speed, and whirl the capstern round- 
 
 " Yo, hey, heave, ho," their mingled voices sound. 
 
 But, hark ! the boatswain's pipe— belay, belay ! 
 
 The anchor's peak'd, the capstern pa//— delay. 
 
 And now, "rt/o//," the chieftain's voice is heard ; 
 
 All spring obedient to the welcome word. , 
 
 As to their hives the honey-laden bees 
 
 In hasty numbers press, with bended knees, 
 
 They seek their tops, and thickly clustering stand, 
 
 Waiting impatient for the next command. 
 
 " Lay out — lay out," a youthful voice repeats — 
 
 The yards are mann'd— and tlic late prison'd sheets.
 
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 1 10 MINOR POEMS. 
 
 Forced from their gaskets, belly to the wind ; 
 The anchor's weigh'd— old England left behind 
 The British Ensign floats towards her lea — 
 She spreads her wings, and boldly stands to sea.
 
 I HEARD OF THEE. 
 
 FOR MUSIC. 
 
 I heard of thee in former years, 
 When all was bright and gay ; 
 
 I see thee now, and light appears, 
 Tho' Hope withdraws her ray. 
 
 Oh, Lady, sing that song once more- 
 It minds me of a strain 
 
 1 listen'd to in former years, 
 But ne'er shall hear again. 
 
 'Twas feeling all — the rush of fire — ■ 
 
 The soft voice scarcely heard ; 
 I drank the music of thy breath. 
 
 In every thrilling word : 
 It seem'd an echo of those sounds 
 
 I heard in former years. 
 When all was sunshine to the eye, 
 
 Where now are only tears.
 
 MORNING IN ICELAND. 
 
 'Twas morn — and from his couch of snows 
 The northern God of Summer rose, 
 And over ice-bergs, drifts, and Hoes,* 
 
 His golden beams were glancing: 
 The hardy hunter climb'd the cliff — 
 The fisher launched his little skiff, 
 Which bounded o'er the wave, as if 
 
 For love of light 'twere dancing. 
 
 The Iceland maid, with laughing eyes, 
 Forsook her dream of love, to rise 
 And gaze on the illumin'd skies. 
 
 So long by darkness shrouded ; 
 And bade a gay farewell to night, 
 Her bosom throbbing with delight. 
 As fervently she bless'd the light, 
 
 Refulgent and unclouded. 
 
 * A large sheet of ice^ whose extent is discernable from tlie mast- 
 head of a vessel.
 
 MINOR POEMS. ^3 
 
 The rein-deer left his snowy lair, 
 Shook his bright coat of glossy hair, 
 And gladly sniff'd the mountain air — 
 
 No coward terrors bound him ; 
 Boldly on Hecla's* scalp he stood, 
 Shot his bright eye-glance over wood, 
 Rock, mountain, icy plain, and flood. 
 
 That smil'd in light around him. 
 
 The sea-birds sail'd along the sky. 
 In countless thousands, sportively. 
 And the proud eagle, soaring high. 
 
 Up from his eyrie-home, 
 Seem'd but a speck in the wide waste 
 Of blushing ether — and at last 
 Evanished into the vast 
 
 And heaven-bounded dome. 
 
 The bleak north wind, from cavern drear, 
 Welcom'd the day of half the year, 
 And, sporting in the sun-beam clear. 
 Lost its destroying cold ; 
 
 * Mount Hecla.
 
 ^^4 MINOR POEMS. 
 
 And as it kiss'd the deep-blue stains 
 
 That forni'd the ice-field's* running veins,t 
 
 Or swept along the frozen chains 
 
 Of moving mountains old, 
 
 Changed to a breeze, as soft and mild 
 As that which fair Aurora's child 
 Sent o'er the western vale, when smil'd 
 
 His breath-born flow'rs around,:}: 
 Which oped their dewy leaves and eyes, 
 Of lovely, rich, and varied dyes. 
 Wooing the beauteous butterflies 
 • That 'mid their sweets were found, 
 
 And, lovelily and peerlessly. 
 
 The snow-peaks seem'd to raise 
 
 Their glitt'ring summits, melting in 
 The sun's refulgent gaze ; 
 
 * A sheet of ice, so extensive that the eye cannot reach its bound- 
 ary. 
 
 t A vein or narrow opening in the ice. 
 
 ;j: Zephyrus — he was said to produce flowers and fruits by the sweet- 
 ness of his breath. He was supposed to be the same as the west wind 
 jr. Lempriere.
 
 MINOR POEMS. 115 
 
 And as the cold drops, rolling, fell 
 
 Down to the wat'ry base, 
 They look'd as the' for joy they wept, 
 
 To see bright Balder's* face — 
 
 Who proudly shot his arrowy light 
 
 Along the frozen shore — 
 It danc'd on the volcano's brow, 
 
 And smil'd in splendour o'er 
 Hill, plain, and valley, lake and spring, 
 
 Sea, rivulet, and river — 
 Those wondrous works of Him who lives 
 
 For ever and for ever. 
 # 4^ « 4tt # # 
 
 * Balder, sou of Odin, god of eloquence and poetry, and ruler of 
 the sun — the Scandinavian Apollo. He was represented as a youth 
 with a burning wheel upon his breast.
 
 FOR MUSIC. 
 
 And wilt thoUj then, forget me, dear. 
 And all the love I bore thee, 
 
 And heed no more the startins: tear 
 That speaks how I adore thee ? 
 
 And shall I never, never more 
 Behold thy cheek of beauty — 
 
 Shall all our rapture fly before 
 
 That chilling word call'd " Duty ?" 
 
 Nay, let me draw thee to my heart— 
 These lips once more caress thee, 
 
 Which, whensoe'er they meet or part, 
 In quivering accents bless thee. 
 
 I've seen love sparkle in thine eye, 
 With rays of truest pleasure ; 
 
 I've felt him, in thy bosom's sigh, 
 Breathe his celestial treasure.
 
 MINOR POEMS. 117 
 
 And canst thou, then, forget me, dear — 
 
 Forget the love I bore thee ; 
 Nor heed the sigh, nor heed the tear, 
 
 That speaks how I adore thee.
 
 FOR MUSIC. 
 
 1. 
 
 The nightingale is singing clear, 
 
 Upo' its thorny tree, 
 And vvi' its music woos ye, dear, 
 
 To hasten down to me ; 
 The bonnie moon is shining bright, 
 
 The flowers are dress'd in dew ; 
 Love reigns o'er earth and sky to-night- 
 And Collin waits for you. 
 
 2. 
 
 There's no' an eye to mind us, love — 
 
 Fast closed is every ear ; 
 And morning beams shall find us, love, 
 
 Where nought is seen to fear. 
 The boattie slumbers on the tide, „ 
 
 The winds are sleeping too ; 
 The waves are hush'd by Lomond's side- 
 
 And Collin waits for you.
 
 YOU TELL ME THAT YOU LOVE ME NOT. 
 
 TO 
 
 You tell mc that you love me not, 
 
 Yet still you lure me on — 
 And, syren-like, you charm my soul, 
 
 Tho' all its hopes are gone : 
 You tell me that my faults are great, 
 
 Yet smile upon me still. 
 And snare me in your fairy web, 
 
 To more securely kill. 
 
 You tell me that my passions are 
 
 Too wild to be sincere — 
 Yet passion breathes in every sound 
 
 That from your lips I hear : 
 You tell me that my heart is light, 
 
 Oh say not so again, 
 Until you draw the arrow forth — 
 
 That cause of all my pain.
 
 120 MINOR POEMS. 
 
 You say my faithful vows of love 
 
 Are hateful to your ear — 
 Yet still your eyes, like summer skies, 
 
 Beam on me warm and clear : 
 You bid me seek another fair, 
 
 And strive to love again — 
 But look as tho' you surely know 
 
 The mandate is in vain. 
 
 You've bade each tender hope depart, 
 
 That smil'd around my soul — 
 Yet tempted them to linger still, 
 
 And war against control ; 
 Yes, tho' your words have wrung my heart, 
 
 Your looks have seem'd to say, 
 " Love on and you may yet, perhaps, 
 
 Behold a brighter day."
 
 FORGET ME NOT. 
 
 TO 
 
 Forget me not ! — for I have thought 
 
 Full many wakeful hours on thee, 
 And in my fever'd dreams have sought 
 
 The joys that day denied to me— 
 To tell thee what I'd now reveal, 
 
 Did I not fear the crimson die 
 Of anger o'er thy cheek might steal, 
 
 And light indignant fill thine eye : 
 No, all the boon I crave of thee, 
 Is sometimes to remember me. 
 
 Oh, hadst thou been unfetter'd still, 
 I might have hoped to find in thee 
 
 The antidote for every ill — 
 
 The source of every joy to me : 
 
 But, as thou art, I can but sigh, 
 And gaze on thy forbidden charms - 
 
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 122 MINOR POEMS. 
 
 Perliaps a tear may dim mine eye^ 
 
 To see thee bless another's arms : 
 But keep the ring I send to thee. 
 And sometimes, sweet, remember me.
 
 A REFLECTION. 
 
 While youth and beauty round diffuse 
 Their brilliant haze, we scarce refuse 
 
 To join the festive song ; 
 A magic glass holds up to view 
 The long perspective, ever new, 
 
 Of pleasure's varying throng. 
 
 As time brings the perspective near, 
 The brilliant haze will disappear, 
 
 And shew a prospect cold ; 
 The wither'd flow'r, the heartless joy, 
 And all the nothings that employ 
 
 Poor mortals, young and old. 
 
 But still, amid the changeful scene. 
 Some fragrant blossoms we may glean 
 
 Some gems may sparkle bright ; 
 Aftection's soft, yet beaming ray. 
 And Friendship, open as the day, 
 
 Shed no delusive light.
 
 THE INDIAN'S RETURN. 
 
 ^^ Ye red flashing lightings, whose impotent ire 
 
 Pierce nought but the thunder-cloud's breast. 
 
 On me — oh, on me, spend the force of your ire, 
 And give a worn wanderer rest. 
 
 " Man, tell me no more of bright visions to come, 
 Of joys that may crown me at last — 
 
 The future can never restore my lost home, 
 Or bring back the days that are past. 
 
 " These, these are the hills where so often I've stray'd, 
 And here stood the wide-spreading tree. 
 
 Where my lovely companions of infancy play'd, 
 With spirits all joyous and free ; 
 
 " But the oak tree is wither'd — those young hearts so gay 
 The shadows of death have o'ercast — 
 
 No hope of the future will cheer ine to-day, 
 Or recal the moments long past.
 
 MINOR POEMS. 125 
 
 " The red arm of slaughter has deluged my health, 
 With the blood of my Yaricho's heart— 
 
 My children in death press the cold callous earth — 
 But destruction denies me his dart. 
 
 " 'Tis false !— to the cliff!" With the speed of a deer, 
 
 When the hounds on his haunches pursue, 
 
 He the precipice gain'd — wiped a lingering tear ; 
 Then plung'd — and was lost to the view ! 
 
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