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ODIS OF ANACREON, continued

XLI. “When Spring begems the dewy scene

XLII. “Yes, be the glorious revel mine”

XLIII. “While our rosy fillets shed”

XLIV. Buds of roses, virgin flowers"

XLV. “Within this goblet, rich and deep"

XLVI. “See the young, the rosy Spring'

XLVII. “ 'Tis true my fading years decline”

XLVIII. “When my thirsty soul I steep”

XLIX. “When Bacchus, Jove's immortal boy”.

L. “When I drink, I feel, I feel”

LI. “Fly not thus my brow of snow*

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Away, away, you men of rules"

LIII. “When I behold the festive train

LIV. “Methinks the pictured bull we see”

LV. “ While we invoke the wreathèd spring”

LVI. “He who instructs the youthful crew

LVII. “And whose immortal hand could shed"

LVIII. “When gold, as fleet as zephyr's pinion"

LIX. “Sabled by the solar beam

LX. “Awake to life, my dulcet shell”

LXI. “Golden hues of youth are fled”.

LXII. “Fill me, boy, as deep a draught”

LXIII. “To Love, the soft and blooming child”

LXIV. “Haste thee, nymph, whose winged

spear”

LXV. “Like some wanton filly sporting”

LXVI. “To thee, the Queen of nymphs divine”

LXVII. "Gentle youth ! whose looks assume

LXVIII. “Rich in bliss, I proudly scorn”

LXIX. “Now Neptune's sullen month appears

LXX. “They wove the lotus band to deck”.

LXXI. A broken cake with honey sweet

LXXIL “With twenty chords my lyre is hung

LXXIII. “Fare thee well, perfidious maid !"

LXXIV. “I bloomed

ile, a happy flower”

LXXV. “Monarch Love ! resistless boy"

LXXVI. “Spirit of Love, whose tresses shine ·

LXXVII. “Hither, gentle Muse of mine"

LXXVIII. “Would that I were a tuneful lyre"

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TO
SAMUEL ROGERS, ESQ.

THIS EASTERN ROMANCE IS INSCRIBED
BY HIS VERY GRATEFUL AND AFFECTIONATE FRIEND,
May 19, 1817.

THOMAS MOORE.

In the eleventh year of the reign of Aurungzebe, Abdalla, King of the Lesser Bucharia, a lineal descendant from the Great Zingis, having abdicated the throne in favour of his son, set out on a pilgrimage to the Shrine of the Prophet; and, passing into India through the delightful valley of Cashmere, rested for a short time at Delhi on his way. He was entertained by Aurungzebe in a style of magnificent hospitality, worthy alike of the visitor and the host, and was afterwards escorted with the same splendour to Surat, where he embarked for Arabia. During the stay of the Royal Pilgrim at Delhi, a marriage was agreed upon between the Prince, his son, and the youngest daughter of the Emperor, Lalla Rookh;* - a Princess described by the poets of her time as more beautiful than Leila, Shirine, Dewildé, or any of those heroines whose names and loves embellish the songs of Persia and Hindostan. It wa intended that the nuptials should be celebrated at Cashmere ; where the young King, as soon as the cares of empire would permit, was to meet, for the first time, his lovely briđe, and, after a few months' repose in that enchanting valley, conduct her over the snowy hills into Bucharia.

The day of Lalla Rookh's departure from Delhi was as splendid as sunshine and pageantry could make it. The bazaars and baths

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were all covered with the richest tapestry; hundreds of gilded barges upon the Jumna floated with their banners shining in the water; while through the streets groups of beautiful children went strewing the most delicious flowers around, as in that Persian festival called the Scattering of the Roses ; till every part of the city was as fragrant as if a caravan of musk from Khoten had passed through it. The Princess, having taken leave of her kind father, who at parting hung a carnelian of Yemen round her neck, on which was inscribed a verse from the Koran, and having sent a considerable present to the Fakirs, who kept up the Perpetual Lamp in her sister's tomb, meekly ascended the palankeen prepared for her; and, while Aurungzebe stood to take a last look from his balcony, the procession moved slowly on the road to Lahore.

Seldom had the Eastern world seen a cavalcade so superb. From the gardens in the suburbs to the Imperial palace, it was one unbroken line of splendour. The gallant appearance of the Rajahs and Mogul lords, distinguished by those insignia of the Emperor's favour, the feathers of the egret of Cashmere in their turbans, and the small silver-rimmed kettledrums at the bows of their saddles ;-the costly armour of their cavaliers, who vied, on this occasion, with the guards of the great Keder Khan,* in the brightness of their silver battle-axes and the massiness of their maces of gold ;-the glittering of the gilt pine-applest on the tops of the palankeens; the embroidered trappings of the elephants, bearing on their backs small turrets, in the shape of little antique temples, within which the Ladies of Lalla Rookh lay as it were enshrined ;—the rose-coloured veils of the Princess's own sumptuous litter, at the front of which a fair young female slave sat fanning her through the curtains, with feathers of the Argus pheasant's wing ;-and the lovely troop of Tartarian and Cashmerian maids of honour, whom the young King had sent to accompany his bride, and who rode on each side of the litter, upon small Arabian horses ;-all was brilliant, tasteful, and magnificent, and pleased even the critical and fastidious Fadladeen, Great Nazir or Chamberlain of the Haram, who was borne in his palankeen immediately after the Princess, and considered himself not the least important personage of the pageant.

Fadladeen was a judge of everything, from the pencilling of a Circassian's eyelids to the deepest questions of science and literature; from the mixture of a conserve of rose-leaves to the composition of an epic poem : and such influence had his opinion upon the various tastes of the day that all the cooks and poets of Delhi stood in awe of him. His political conduct and opinions were founded upon that line of Sadi,—“Should the Prince at noon-day

* "Khedar Khan, the Khakan, or King of Turquestan, beyond the Gihon (at the end of the eleventh century), whenever he appeared abroad was preceded by seven hundred horsemen with silver battle-axes, and was followed by an equal number bearing maces of gold.”-Richardson's Dissertation prefixed co his Dictionary.

"The kubdeh, a large golden knob, generally in the shape of a pine-apple, on the top of the canopy over the litter or palanquin."-Scott's Notes on the Bahardanush,

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