As bards have seen him, in their dreams, With all the bloom, the freshen'd glow Full, floating, dark-oh he, who knows Come hither, come hither-by night and by day, Here maidens are sighing, and fragrant their sigh It is this, it is this. Here sparkles the nectar that, hallow'd by love, Could draw down those angels of old from their sphere, It is this, it is this. "The Indians feign that Cupid was first seen floating down the Ganges on the Nymphæa Nelumbo." "Teflis is celebrated for its natural warm baths." "The Indian syrinda or guitar." "The Nisan, or drops of spring rain, which they believe to produce pearls if they fall into shells." The Georgian's song was scarcely mute, And so divinely breathed around, And turn'd and look'd into the air, That new, enchanted measure stole. Of the charm'd lute, was heard to float Along its chords, and so entwine Its sound with theirs, that none knew whether So wond'rously they went together : There's a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has told. Whole ages of heartless and wandering bliss. 'Twas not the air, 'twas not the words, At once a hundred voices said, After the fairy sounds were o'er, Too inly touch'd for utterance, Now motion'd with his hand for more: Fly to the desert, fly with me, Our Arab tents are rude for thee; But oh! the choice what heart can doubt Of tents with love, or thrones without? Our rocks are rough, but smiling there • The Angel of Music, who has the most melodious voice of all God's creatures-Sale. Our sands are bare, but down their slope As gracefully and gaily springs As o'er the marble courts of kings. Then come-thy Arab maid will be So came thy every glance and tone, Then fly with me,-if thou hast known pure and fresh as mine for thee,- There was a pathos in this lay, That, ev'n without enchantment's art. The Hudhud, or lapwing, is supposed to have the power of discovering water under ground. Which, all the time of this sweet air, As if 'twere fix'd by magic therc,- Hadst thou but sung this witching strain The mask is off-the charm is wrought-- 66 Remember, love, the Feast of Roses!" Fadladeen, at the conclusion of this light rhapsody, took occasion to sum up his opinion of the young Cashmerian's poetry, of which, he trusted, they had that evening heard the last. Having recapitulated the epithets "frivolous"inharmonious"-" nonsensical," he proceeded to say that, viewing it in the most favourable light, it resembled one of those Maldivian boats, to which the Princess had alluded in the relation of her dream (p. 104)-a slight, gilded thing, sent adrift without rudder or ballast, and with nothing but vapid sweets and faded flowers on board. The profusion, indeed, of flowers and birds which this poet had ready on all occasions, not to mention dews, gems, &c.,- -was a most oppressive kind of opulence to his hearers; and had the unlucky effect of giving to his style all the glitter of the flowergarden without its method, and all the flutter of the aviary without its song. In addition to this, he chose his subjects badly, and was always most inspired by the worst part of them. The charms of paganism, the merits of rebellion,these were the themes honoured with his particular enthusiasm; and, in the poem just recited, one of his most palatable passages was in praise of that beverage of the Unfaithful-wine; "being, perhaps," said he, relaxing into a smile, as conscious of his own character in the Haram on this point, "one of those bards, whose fancy owes all its illumination to the grape, like that painted porcelain, so curious and so rare, whose images are only visible when liquor is poured into it." Upon the whole it was his opinion, from the specimens which they had heard, and which, he begged to say, were the most tiresome part of the journey, that whatever other merits this well-dressed young gentleman might possess-poetry was by no means his proper avocation: "and indeed," concluded the critic, "from his fondness for flowers and for birds, I would venture to suggest that a florist or a bird-catcher is a much more suitable calling for him than a poet." They had now begun to ascend those barren mountains which separate Cashmere from the rest of India; and, as the heats were intolerable, and the time of their encampments limited to the few hours necessary for refreshment and repose, there was an end to all their delightful evenings, and Lalla Rookh saw no more of Feramorz. She now felt that her short dream of happiness was over, and that she had nothing but the recollection of its few blissful hours, like the one draught of sweet water that serves the camel across the wilderness, to be her heart's refreshment during the dreary waste of life that was before her. The blight that had fallen upon her spirits soon found its way to her cheek; and her ladies saw with regret-though not without some suspicion of the cause-that the beauty of their mistress, of which they were almost as proud as of their own, was fast vanish ing away at the very moment of all when she had most need of it. What must the King of Bucharia feel, when, instead of the lively and beautiful Lalla Rookh, whom the poets of Delhi had described as more perfect than the divinest images in the House of Azor, he should receive a pale and inanimate victim, upon whose cheek neither health nor pleasure bloomed, and from whose eyes love had fled,-to hide himself in her heart! 66 If anything could have charmed away the melancholy of her spirits, it would have been the fresh airs and enchanting scenery of that valley, which the Persians so justly called the Unequalled." But neither the coolness of its atmosphere, so luxurious after toiling up those bare and burning mountains; neither the splendour of the minarets and pagodas, that shone out from the depths of its woods, nor the grottos, hermitages, and miraculous fountains, which make every spot of that region holy ground; neither the countless waterfalls that rush into the valley from all those high and romantic mountains that encircle it, nor the fair city on the lake, whose houses, roofed with flowers, appeared at a distance like one vast and variegated parterre;-not all M |