In all the graceful gratitude of power, For his throne's safety in that perilous hour? Who doth not wonder, when, amidst the' acclaim Which sound along the path of virtuous souls, A dark, cold calm, which nothing now can break, Or warm or brighten, like that Syrian Lake,' } Upon whose surface morn and summer shed Their smiles in vain, for all beneath is dead! Hearts there have been, o'er which this weight of woe Came by long use of suffering, tame and slow; But thine, lost youth! was sudden-over thee It broke at once, when all seem'd extacy; life. 2 The Dead Sea, which contains neither animal nor vegetable When Hope look'd up, and saw the gloomy Past Ev'n then, the full, warm gushings of thy heart One sole desire, one passion now remains, To keep life's fever still within his veins, For this, when rumours reach'd him in his flight Far, far away, after that fatal night, Rumours of armies, thronging to the' attack Of the Veil'd Chief,- for this he wing'd him back, And came when all seem'd lost, and wildly hurl'd For this he still lives on, careless of all H } But safe as yet that Spirit of Evil lives; Of the proud host that late stood fronting heaven, He gain'd MEROU - breath'd a short curse of blood O'er his lost throne — then pass'd the JIHON's flood, 3 And gathering all, whose madness of belief 4 Still saw a Saviour in their down-fall'n Chief, Of all his Haram, all that busy hive, From the' Alma tree and dies, while overhead 3 The ancient Oxus. 4 A city of Transoxiania. 3 5 "You never can cast your eyes on this tree, but you meet there either blossoms or fruit; and as the blossom drops underneath on the ground, (which is frequently covered with these purple-coloured flowers,) others come forth in their stead," &c. &c.-Nieuhoff. No, not for love-the deepest Damn'd must be But no, she is his victim; there lie all charms that can never pall, As long as hell within his heart can stir, To work an angel's ruin, to behold As white a page as Virtue e'er unroll'd A light like that with which hell-fire illumes The ghastly, writhing wretch whom it consumes! 6 With which the Dives have gifted him—for mark, Over yon plains, which night had else made dark, 6 The Demons of the Persian mythology. } 7 Those lanterns, countless as the winged lights Nay, smiles to think that, though entoil'd, beset, 66 People Hell's chambers with yon host to-night! "But come what may, let who will grasp the throne, "Caliph or Prophet, Man alike shall groan; 7 Carreri mentions the fire-flies in India during the rainy season. -v. his Travels. 8 Sennacherib, called by the orientals King of Moussal.-D'Herbelot. |