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At famed Arsinoo?—make my keepers bless, And howl sad dirges to the answering breeze,
Amphibious, hybrid things, that died as men,
Drown'd, hang'd, empaled, to rise, as gods, again ;Of their own freedom from the altar's chain, Ask them, what mighty secret lurks below Should mock thus all that thou thy blood hast sold, This seven-fold mystery—can they tell theo ? No; And I my truth, pride, freedom, to uphold ? Gravely they keep that only secret, well It must not be :-think’st thou that Christian sect, And fairly kept—that they have none to tell; Whose followers, quick as broken waves, erect And, duped themselves, console their humbled pride Their crests anew and swell into a tide,
By duping thenceforth all mankind beside.
From the great Orphic Egg have wing'd abroad, Our solemu fraud, our mystic mummery knows, That, still t' uphold our Temple's ancient boast, Whose wounding flash thus ever 'mong the signs And seem most holy, we must cheat the most ; Of a fast-falling creed, prelusive shives,
Work the best miracles, wrap nonsense round Threatning such change as do the awful freaks In pomp and darkness, till it seems profound ; Of summer lightning, ere the tempest breaks. Play on the hopes, the terrors of mankind,
With changeful skill; and make the human mind But, to my point-a youth of this vain school, Like our owu Sanctuary, where no ray, But whom Doubt itself hath faild to cool But by the Priest's permission, wius its wayDown to that freezing point where Priests despair Where through the gloom as wave our wizard-rods, Of any spark from th' altar catching there Monsters, at will, are conjured into Gods ; Hath, some nights since—it was, methinks, the night While Reason, like a grave-faced mummy, stands, That follow'd the full Moon's great annual rite With her arms swathed in hieroglyphic bands. Through the dark, winding ducts, that downward But chiefly in that skill with which we use stray
Man's wildest passions for Religion's views, To these earth-hidden temples, track'd his way, Yoking them to her car like fiery steeds, Just at that hour when, round the Shrine, and me, Lies the main art in which our craft succeeds. The choir of blooming nymphs thou long'st to seo, And oh! be blest, ye men of yore, whose toil Sing their last night-hymn in the Sanctuary. Hath, for her use, scoop'd out from Egypt's soil The clangor of the marvellous Gate, that stands This hidden Paradiso, this mine of fanes, At the Well’s lowest depth-which none but hands Gardens, and palaces, where Pleasure reigns Of new, untaught adventurers, from above,
In a rich, sunless empire of her own, Who know not the safe path, e'er dare to move With all earth's luxuries lighting up her throne ;Gave signal that a foot profane was nigh :
A realm for mystery made, which undermines 'Twas the Greek youth, who, by that morning's sky, The Nile itself, and, 'neath the Twelve Great Shrines Had been observed, curiously wand'ring round That keep Initiation's holy rito, The mighty fanes of our sepulchral ground. Spreads its long labyrinths of unearthly light,
A light that knows no change—its brooks that run
And heart and nervo unshrinking to the last-
1 For the trinkets with which the sacred Crocodiles were ornamented, see the Epicurean, chap. X.
Feeding on such illusions as prepare The soul, like mist o'er waterfalls, to wear All shapes and hues, at Fancy’s varying will, Through every shifting aspect, vapor still ;Vague glimpses of the Future, vistas shown, By scenic skill, into that world unknown, Which saints and sinners claim alike their own; And all those other witching, wildering arts, Illusions, terrors, that make human hearts, Ay, even the wisest and the hardiest, quail To any goblin throned behind a veil.
Till, if our Sage be not tamed down, at length, His wit, his wisdom, shorn of all their strength, Like Phrygian priests, in honor of the shrine If he become not absolutely mine, Body and soul, and, like the tame decoy Which wary hunters of wild doves employ, Draw converts also, lure his brother wits To the dark cage where his own spirit fits, And give us, if not saints, good hypocritesIf I effect not this, then be it said The ancient spirit of our craft hath fled, Gone with that serpent-god the Cross hath chased To hiss its soul out in the Theban waste.
Anacreon. Biogra phical and Critical | As late ) sought the spangled bowers,
Remarks, 59. Additional Lyrics, at (Ode vi. Anacreon,) 66.
egyrics in the Anthologia on Ana 664.
As o'er her loom the Lest ca maid, 320.
Anacreontics, modern, 110. 118. 120, As once a Grecian maiden wove, 327.
And doth not a mecting like this make Aspen-tree, the, 443.
As slow our sh. 53.
And hast thou mark'd the pensive As vanquish'd Erin wept, 26
Atalantis, island of, 669.
den, 662, 663. Alciphron, 703. 724–
hierarchy of the primeval Syrians, er of art, 327.
Athol, Duke of, 549, n.
Angels, the Fallen, 451. 527, 537. Atkinson, Joseph, Epistle to, 140. Eris-
his memory, 547.
At length thy golden hours have wing'd
their flight, (Anthologia,) 101.
At night, when all is still around, 658.
Antelope of Erac, 450. See also 720. Attar Gul, or (vulgarly) Otto of Roses,
rean,' as originally commenced in some Epigrams of, 102. 101. Songs Augustinc to his Sister, 302.
Aurora Borealis, 453.
Aurungzebe, Mogul Emperor of Delhi,
Austrians, their entry into Naples, 519.
Autown and Spring, 396.
Sword of Erin, 243.
Aral, the tyrant, Al Hassan, (vide Awake to life, my sleeping shell, (Ode
Lalla Rookh, the Story of the Fire LX. Anacreon,) 96.
Away, away, ye men of rules, (Ode
LII. Anacreon.) 91.
Awful event, 591.
LXXI. Anacreon,) 100.
Azim, vi. 80. See Lalla Rookh.
Azor, idols of, 452.
Azrael, the angel of death, 521.
celain, 452. R.
Arranmore! loved Arranmore! 269. Ball and Gala described, 314. Allusion
to Almack's, 544. See Waltz, &c. et
passim. The Romaika, 321.
As by his Lemnian forge's flame, (Ode Ballads, legendary, 345–366.
XXVII. Anacreon) 79.
Ballads, miscellaneous, 345–366.
ment, 548. Notes, 549.
Bard, the Wandering, 267.
Bull, John, 545. A Pastoral Ballad by, Chindara's warbling fount, 448
Chinese, peculiar porcelain palating of
Burns, Robert, 37, 272.
Chinese Bird of Royalty, the, or 'Fra.'
Christ, the Saviour, 301.313.304.3%
Church and State, 489.
Byron, Lord, his love of music, 36. Is Church extension, 631. Songs of the
Dedication to him of Mr. Moore's Circassian slaves, the, 311.
his autobiography, 501. His “Heaven Cleopatra of Alexandria, 694.
and Earth," 51.
Clergy, the numbering of the, a Papoep,
Cloë and Sasan, 229.
Cloé, to, imitated from Martial, 146.
Cloris and Fanny, 113.
Clouds, summer, 531.
Cocker on Church Reform, 60s.
Come, chase that starting tear away,
Canonization of the Saint, 560. Come hither, come híther, by night and
beneath its mother's eyes, 331. Come not, O Lord, in the dread robe et
Come o'er the sea, maiden, with a
Come, play me that simple air aguit,
373. “Cashmere, the Vale of," sung 537.
by Feramorz, 442. The lake of, and Come, rest in this bosom, my own
islets, 443, n. Mountain portal to the stricken deer, 251.
lake, 443, n. Roses of, 444. The Un- Come, send round the wine, 234.
into German of the “Little Man and of, 453, n. A holy land, 453, n. The Come, take the harp; 'tis vain to mase,
Comet, poetically described, 5AThe
Castlereagh, Lord, satirized, 455. 45€, et mad Tory and the, 598.
passim.) His departure for ihe Con- Condolence, Epistle of: From a flare-
tinent, 611, 612. See Satirical Poems, Lord to a Cotton-Lord, 586.
Connor, Phelim, his patriotic Poetical
Catholic Question, the, 578. 580, &c. Letters, 464. 470. 480.
Catholics, the Roman, 563. 652. Consultation, the, 604.
Cookery, art of domestic. to the Rere-
Coolburga, or Koolburga, city of the
to the goddess, by Sir Corn Question, the, 52.550, 561.
Thomas L., 550.
Correspondence between a Lady and
Gentleman respecting Lav, 14.
ancient, 527, n.
of Canova, 47.
comedian, 48. 512 TO James Corry,
Esq., on the present of a wine-strain-
Charity, Angel of, 302. (Handel.)
Cotton and Corn, a dialogue, 559.
Chatsworth, the Derbyshire ducal man-Count me, on the summer trees, (Ode
sion of, 34.
XIV. Anacreon,) 70.
Court Journal, the, 650.
Cousins, Country, news for, 557.
stand of, 517.
Crib, Tom, Epistle from, to Big Ben, 457.
Critias of Athens, his verses on Ana Desmond's Song, and tradition relating Emmett, Robert; his eloquence, 29. His
enthusiasm, 30. His offence, 32.
Emmett, Thomas Addis, 30.
Egyptian hieroglyphics, 675. 702. 732. Dewan Khafs, built by Shah Allum, its Enigma, 571.
inscription, 449, n.
Epicure's dream, 456.
Epicurean, the, 662.
Epicureans, busts of the most celebrated
by Mr. Galt, 588.
Epicurus, 154. 170. 664, &c.
Dissolution of the Holy Alliance: A Epigrams, by Mr. Moore, 139. 220, 221.
Epigrams of the Anthologia in praise of
Donegall, Marchioness of, Letter to, Epilogue, Occasional, spoken by Mr.
157. 280. 353. 368. 370. Vide Love. to her Ladyship, 165. Dedication to, the play of the Dramatist, at the Kil-
kenny theatre, 512. To tho tragedy
of Ina, 658.
Erasmus on earth, to Cicero in the
shades: An Epistle, 610.
Dove of Mahomet, the, 535. 560. Erin, oh Erin, 235.
Drama, Sketch of the First Act of a new Erin! the car and the smile in thine
Erin, poetical allusions to, 250, 251. 264
See Ireland, et passim.
Essex, the late Earl of, 38.
Eve, the second Angel describes her,
Dreams, poetical mention of, 114. 286. 510.
Eveleen's bower, 233.
Second Evening, 326.
Ex-t-r, Henry of, to John of Tuam, 623
Drink of this cup, Osiris sips, 681. Exeter Hall, the Reverends of, 652 655
Druids, and Druidical superstitions, 268, Exile, the, 359.
Extinguishers, the, 492.
Duigenan, Doctor, 33.
Fables for the Holy Alliance, 484.
Fadladeen, great Nazir of the Haram,
(in Lalla Rookh,) his vanity, 375, et
seg. 441, 442. His criticisms, 403.412.
Rookh,) 375. 441-454.
Fairest! put on awhile, 262.
Fairy boat, the, 332.
Faith, 303. 305.
Fall’n is thy throne, O Israel : 298.
Fancy, prismatic dyes of, 499.
nance of the women, 668, n. Their Fanny, dearest! 515.
Farce, the triumphs of, 632.
A wizard, 558. His hat and wig, 566. LXXII. Anacreon,) 100.
tion, 569. His conscientious conser the hour, 247.
vatism, after Horace, Ode xx. lib. i.) Farowe!, Theresa, 290.
Fear not, that while around thee, 295.
Feramorz and the Princess, 375. 405.