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| Thought of the gloomy day and ghastly night, Morn slowly rolls the clouds away;
That dreads the darkness, and yet loathes the light, Few trophies of the fight are there :
That winds around and tears the quivering heart ! The shouts that shook the midnight bay
Ah! wherefore not consume it—and depart! Are silent; but some signs of fray
Wo to thee, rash and unrelenting chief! That strand of strife may bear,
Vainly thou heap'st the dust upon thy head, And fragments of each shiver'd brand;
Vainly the sackcloth o'er thy limbs doth spread: Steps stamp'd ; and dash'd into the sand
By that same hand Abdallah-Selim bled. The print of many a struggling hand
Now let it tear thy beard in idle grief; May there be mark'd; nor far remote
Thy pride of heart, thy bride for Osman's bed, A broken torch, an oarless boat;
She, whom thy sultan had but seen to wed, And tangled on the weeds that heap
Thy daughter's dead! The beach where shelving to the deep
Hope of thine age, thy twilight's lonely beam, There lies a white capote!
The star hath set that shone on Helle's stream. 'Tis rent in twain--one dark red stain
What quench'd its ray?-the blood that thou hast The wave yet ripples o'er in vain :
shed! But where is he who wore ?
Hark! to the hurried question of despair : Ye! who would o'er his relics weep,
" Where is my child ? ” — an echo answers -Go, seek them where the surges sweep
6 Where?” 42 Their burden round Sigæum's steep,
Within the place of thousand tombs
That shine beneath, while dark above O'er which their hungry beaks delay,
The sad but living cypress glooms, As shaken on his restless pillow,
And withers not, though branch and leaf His head heaves with the heaving billow;
Are stamp'd with an eternal grief, That hand, whose motion is not life,
Like early unrequited love, Yet feebly seems to menace strife,
One spot exists, which ever blooms, Flung by the tossing tide on high,
Even in that deadly grove Then levell’d with the wave
A single rose is shedding there What recks it, though that corse shall lie
Its lonely lustre, meek and pale. Within a living grave ?
It looks as planted by despair-The bird that tears that prostrate form
So white-so faint-the slightest gale Hath only robb'd the meaner worm";
Might whirl the leaves on high ; The only heart, the only eye
And yet, though storms and blight assail, Had bled or wept to see him die,
And hands more rude than winter sky Had seen those scatter'd limbs composed,
May wring it from the stem-in vain And mourned above his turban-stone, 40
To-morrow sees it bloom again! That heart hath burst-that eye was closed
The stalk some spirit gently rears, Yea-closed before his own !
And waters with celestial tears;
For well may maids of Helle deem
That this can be no earthly flower,
Which mocks the tempest's withering hour, By Helle's stream there is a voice of wail !
And buds unshelter'd by a bower; And woman's eye is wet-man's cheek is pale: Nor droops, though spring refuse her shower, Zulieka! last of Giaffir's race,
Not woos the summer beam: Thy destined lord is come too late ;
To it the livelong night there sings
A bird unseen-but not remote:
Invisible his airy wings,
His long entrancing note!
Though mournful, pours not such a strain :
The spot, but linger there and grieve, Thou didst not view thy Selim fall!
As if they loved in vain!
And yet so sweet the tears they shed,
'Tis sorrow so unmix'd with dread,
And longer yet would weep and wake,
He sings so wild and well !
Expires that magic melody.
(So fondly youthful dreams deceive,
'Tis from her cypress' summit heard,
Lash'd by the tumbling tide, whose wave That melts in air the liquid word ;
Denied his bones a holier grare: 'Tis from her lowly virgin earth
And there by night, reclined, 'tis said, That white rose takes its tender birth.
Is seen a ghastly turban'd head: There late was laid a marble stone;
And hence extended by the billow, Eve saw it placed-the morrow gone!
'Tis named the “ Pirate phantom's pillow!" It was no mortal arm that bore
Where first it lay that mourning flower That deep-fix'd pillar to the shore:
Hath flourish'd; flourisheth this hour, For there, as Helle's legends tell,
Alone and dewy, coldly pure and pale; Next morn 'twas found where Selim fell,
As weeping beauty's cheek at sorrow's tale!
NOTES TO THE BRIDE OF ABYDOS.
|After all, this is rather to be felt than described ; Wax faint o'er the gardens of Gul in her bloom. still I think there are some who will understand it,
: Page 122, line 8. at least they would have done, had they beheld the “Gul,” the rose.
I countenance whose speaking harmony suggested the
idea; for this passage is not drawn from imaginaCan he smile on such deeds as his children have done? tion, but memory, that mirror which affliction
Page 122. line 17. dashes to the earth, and looking down upon the "Souls made of fire, and children of the sun,
fragments, only beholds the reflection multiplied.
But yet the line of Carasman.
Page 124, line 24. Page 123, line 23. Carasman Oglou, or Cara Osman Oglou, is the Mejnoun and Leila, the Romeo and Juliet of the principal landholder in Turkey: he governs MagEast. Sadi, the moral poet of Persia.
nesia : those who, by a kind of feudal tenure, possess land on condition of service, are called Tima
riots: they serve as Spahis, according to the extent Till I, who heard the deep tambour. of territory, and bring a certain number into the Page 123, line 24. field, generally cavalry.
8. Tambour, Turkish drum, which sounds at sunrise, noon, and twilight.
And teach the messenger what fate.
Page 124, line 36. He is an Arab to my sight.
When a Pacha is sufficiently strong to resist, the
Page 123, line 95. single messenger, who is always the first bearer of The Turks abhor the Arabs (who return the com
the order for his death, is strangled instead, and pliment a hundred fold), even more than they hate
sometimes five or six, one after the other, on the the Christians.
av same errand, by command of the refractory patient; 6.
if, on the contrary, he is weak or loyal, he bows,
kisses the Sultan's respectable signature, and is The mind, the music breathing from her face.
Page 124, line 2.
bowstrung with great complacency. In 1810, seve
..,ral of these presents were exhibited in the niche of This expression has met with objections. I will the Seraglio-gate; among others, the head of the not refer to “him who hath not music in his soul,” Pacha of Bagdat,' a brave young man, cut off by but merely request the reader to recollect, for ten treachery, after a desperate resistance. seconds, the features of the woman whom he believes to be the most beautiful; and if he then
9. does not comprehend fully what is feebly expressed
Thrice clapp'd his hands, and calld his steed. in the above line, I shall be sorry for us both. For an eloquent passage in the latest work of the first
Page 124, line 55. female writer of this, perhaps of any age, on the Clapping of the hands calls the servants. The analogy (and the immediate comparison excited by Turks hate a superfluous expenditure of voice, and that analogy), between “ painting and music," see they have no bells. vol. iii. cap. 10. DE L'ALLEMAGNE. And is not this
10. connexion still stronger with the original than the Resign'd his gem-adorn'd chibouque. copy? With the coloring of nature than of art?!
Page 124, line 56.
Chibouque, the Turkish pipe, of which the amber, Pacha; a Waywode is the third ; and then come mouth-piece and sometimes the ball which contains the Agas. the leaf, is adorned with precious stones, if in possession of the wealthier orders.
Was he not bred in Egripo ?
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Egripo-the Negropont,--According to the prov-
Page 124, line 58. the Greeks of Athens, are the worst of their respec-
Ah! yonder see the Tchocadar.
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Thine own "broad Hellespont” still dashes.
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T ough it at a single stroke: sometimes a tough at all, has been beyond all possibility of detail turban is used for the same purpose. The jerreed have even heard it disputed on the spot; and, not
foreseeing a speedy conclusion to the controversy, is a game of blunt javelins, animated and graceful.
amused myself with swimming across it in the mean14.
time, and probably may again before the point is
settled. Indeed, the question as to the truth of Nor heard their Ollahs wild and loud.
“ the tale of Troy divine” still continues, much of Page 124, line 74.
lit resting upon the talismanic word 66UTTElpos :" “Ollahs,” Alla il Allah, the “Leilies," as the probably Homer had the same notion of distance Spanish poets call them, the sound is Ollah; a cry that a coquette has of time, and when he talks of of which the Turks, for a silent people, are some-boundless, means half a mile; as the latter, by a what profuse, particularly during the jerreed, or in like figure, when she says eternal attachment, simthe chase, but mostly in battle. Their animation ply specifies three weeks. in the field, and gravity in the chamber, with their pipes and comboloios form an amusing contrast.
Which Ammon's son ran proudly round.
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Page 124, line 93. tar with laurel, &c. He was afterwards imitated 66 Atar-gul,” ottar of roses. The Persian is the by Caracalla in his race. It is believed that the last finest.
also poisoned a friend, named Festus, for the sake 16.
of new Patroclan games. I have seen the sheep The pictured roof and marble floor.
feeding on the tombs of Æsietes and Antilochus ;
Page 194 line 95 the first is in the centre of the plain. l'he ceiling and wainscots, or rather walls, of the
25. Mussulman apartments are generally painted, in great houses, with one eternal and highly colored
O'er which her fairy fingers ran. view of Constantinople, wherein the principal
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Her mother's sainted amulet.
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o The belief in amulets engraved on gems, or enIt has been much doubted whether the notes ofl. this “Lover of the rose," are sad or merry; and Iran worn round the neck, wrist, or arm, is still uni.
of closed in gold boxes, containing scraps from the KoMr. Fox's remarks on the subject have provoked
eaversal in the East. The Koorsee (throne) verse in some learned controversy as to the opinions of thelih
the the second chapter of the Koran describes the at. ancients on the subject. I dare not venture a con- trin
tributes of the Most High, and is engraved in this jecture on the point, though a little inclined to the "errare mallem, &c., if Mr. Fox was mistaken. led and sublime of all sentences.
manner, and worn by the pious, as the most esteem-
And by her Comboloio lies.
Page 126, line 119. " Azrael”-the angel of death.
“Comboloio”-a Turkish rosary. The MSS. par 19.
ticularly those of the Persians, are richly adorned
and illuminated. The Greek females are kept in Within the caves of Istakar.
utter ignorance; but many of the Turkish girls are
Page 125, line 54. lhighly accomplished, though not actually qualified The treasures of the Pre-Adamite Sultans. See for a Christian coterie; perhaps some of our own D'HERBELOT, article Iskatar.
“blues” might not be the worse for bleaching. 20.
In him was some young Galiongee
“Page 127, line 77. Musselim, a governor, the next in rank after al “Galiongée”-or Galiongi, a sailor, that is, a
Turkish sailor; the Greeks navigate, the Turks in 1789-90 for the independence of his courtry; work the guns. Their dress is picturesque; and I abandoned by the Russians, he became a pirate, and have seen the Capitan Pacha more than once wear- the Archipelago was the scene of his enterprises ing it as a kind of incog. Their legs, however, are He is said to be still alive at Petersburgh. He and generally naked. The buskins described in the Riga are the two most celebrated of the Greek text as sheathed behind with silver, are those of an revolutionists. Arnaut robber, who was my host, (he had quitted
36. the profession,) at his Pyrgo, near Gastouni in the
To snatch the Rayahs from their fate. Morea; they were plated in scales one over the
Page 129, line 62. other, like the back of an armadillo.
« Rayahs” all who pay the capitation tax, called the " Haratch."
37. So may the Koran verse display'd.
Ay. let me like the occan-patriarch roam. Page 127, line 116. The characters on all Turkish scimitars contain!
Page 129, line 66. sometimes the name of the place of their man-| the Mussulmans profess much acquaintance.
The first of voyages is one of the few with which
The fis ufacture, but more generally a text from the Koran, in letters of gold. Among those in my pos
38. session, is one with a blade of singular construction; it is very broad, and the edge notched into serpen
Or only know on land the Tartar's home. tine curves like the ripple of water, or the wavering |
Page 129, line 67. of flame. I asked the Armenian who sold it, what The wandering life of the Arabs, Tartars, and possible use such a figure could add: he said, in|Turkomans, will be found well detailed in any book Italian, that he did not know: but the Mussulmans of Eastern travels. That it possesses a charm pehad an idea that those of this form gave a severer culiar to itself cannot be denied. A young French wound ; and liked it because it was šo piu feroce." renegado confessed to Chateaubriand, that he never I did not much admire the reason, but bought it for found himself alone, galloping in the desert, withits peculiarity.
out a sensation approaching to rapture, which was 30.
indescribable. But like the nephew of a Cain.
39. Page 128, line 8.
Blooming as Aden in its earliest hour. It is to be observed, that every allusion to any-|
Page 129, line 87. thing or personage in the Old Testament, such as “Jannat al Aden,” the perpetual abode, the the Ārk, or Cain, is equally the privilege of Mus-Mussulman Paradise. sulman and Jew: indeed, the former profess to be
40. much better acquainted with the lives, true and fab
And mourn'd above his turban-stone. ulous, of the patriarchs, than is warranted by our
Page 131, line 36. own sacred writ, and not content with Adam, they! A turban is carved in stone above the graves of have a biography of Pre-Adamites. Solomon is the men only. monarch of all necromancy, and Moses a prophet
41. inferior only to Christ and Mahomet. Zuleika is
The loud Wul-wulleh warn his distant ear. the Persian name of Potiphar's wife, and her
Page 131, line 45. amour with Joseph constitutes one of the finest
| The death-song of the Turkish women. The poems in the language. It is therefore no violations
"silent slaves" are the men whose notions of deof costume to put the names of Cain, or Noah, into the mouth of a Moslem.
ocorum forbid complaint in public. 31.
42. And Paswan's rebel hordes attest.
"Where is my child?”-an echo answers—"Where?” Page 128, line 24.
- Page 131, line 81. Paswan Oglou, the rebel of Widin, who for the "I came to the place of my birth and cried, the last years of his life, set the whole power of the friends of my youth, where are they?' and an Echo Porte at defiance. 32.
answered, "Where are they?'"-From an Arabic
The above quotation (from which the idea in the
Page 128, line 36. text is taken) must be already familiar to every Horsetail, the standard of a Pacha.
reader—it is given in the first annotation, page 67,
of “ The Pleasures of Memory" a poem so well 33.
known as to render a reference almost superfluous; He drank one draught, nor needed more. but to whose pages all will be delighted to recur.
Page 128, line 49. Ciaffir, Pacha of Argyro Castro, or Scutari, I am
43. not sure which, was actually taken off by the Alba
Into Zuleika's name. nian Ali, in the manner described in the text. Ali
Page 131, line 129 Pacha, while I was in the country, married the
“ And airy tongues that syllable men's names." daughter of his victim, some years after the event
Milton. had taken place, at a bath in Sophia, or Adrianople. For a belief that the souls of the dead inhabit the The poison was mixed in the cup of coffee, which is form of birds. we need not travel to the east. Lord presented before the sherbet by the bath-keeper, after
Lyttleton's ghost story, the belief of the Dutchess dressing.
of Kendal that George I. flew into her window in 34.
the shape of a raven, (see Orford's Reminiscences) . I soughi by turns and saw them all.
and many other instances, bring this superstition Page 129, line 35.
nearer home. The most singular was the whim of The Turkish notions of almost all islands are con-la Worcester lady, who, believing her daughter to fined to the Archipelago, the sea alluded to.
Texist in the shape of a singing bird, literally fur
nished her pew in the Cathedral with cages-full of 35.
the kind; and as she was rich, and a benefactress The last of Lambro's patriots there. in beautifying the church, no objection was made to
Page 129, line 68. her harmless folly. For this anecdote see Orford's Lambro Canzani, a Greek, famous for his efforts 'Letters.
I suoi pensieri in lui dormir non ponno."
TASSO, Canto decimo, Gerusalemme Libercta.
Itention to tempt no further the award of " gods,
men, nor columns.” In the present composition I THOMAS MOORE, ESQ.
have attempted not the most difficult, but, perhaps,
the best adapted measure to our language, the good MY DEAR MOORE,—
old and now neglected heroic couplet. The stanza I DEDICATE to you the last production with which of Spenser is, perhaps, too slow and dignified for I shall trespass on public patience, and your indul- narrative; though, I confess, it is the measure most gence, for some years; and I own that I feel anx-after my own heart; Scott alone, of the present ious to avail myself of this latest and only opportu-generation, has hitherto completely triumphed over nity of adorning my pages with a name, consecrated the fatal facility of the octo-syllabic verse; and this by unshaken public principle, and the most un- is not the least victory of his fertile and mighty gendoubted and various talents. While Ireland ranks ius: in blank verse, Milton, Thomson, and our you among the firmest of her patriots; while you dramatists, are the beacons that shine along the stand alone the first of her bards in her estimation, deep, but warn us from the rough and barren rock and Britain repeats and ratifies the decree, permit on which they are kindled. The heroic couplet is one, whose only regret, since our first acquaintance, not the most popular measure certainly; but as I has been the years he had lost before it commenced, did not deviate into the other from a wish to flatter to add the humble but sincere suffrage of friendship, what is called public opinion, I shall quit it without to the voice of more than one nation. It will at further apology, and take my chance once more with least prove to you, that I have neither forgotten the that versification, in which I have hitherto published gratification derived from your society, nor aban- nothing but compositions whose former circulation is doned the prospect of its renewal, whenever your part of my present, and will be of my future regret. leisure or inclination allows you to atone to your With regard to my story, and stories in general, friends for too long an absence. It is said, among I should have been glad to have rendered my perthose friends, I trust truly, that you are engaged in sonages more perfect and amiable, if possible, inasthe composition of a poem whose scene will be laid much as I have been sometimes criticised, and conin the East; none can do those scenes so much sidered no less responsible for their deeds and qualjustice. The wrongs of your own country, the mag-ities than if all had been personal. Be it so-if I nificent and fiery spirit of her sons, the beauty and have deviated into the gloomy vanity of " drawing feeling of her daughters, may there be found; and from self,” the pictures are probably like, since they Collins, when he denominated his Oriental his Irish are unfavorable; and if not, those who know me Eclogues, was not aware how true, at least, was a are undeceived, and those who do not, I have little part of his parallel. Your imagination will create a interest in undeceiving. I have no particular desire warmer sun, and less clouded sky; but wildness, that any but my acquaintance should think the tenderness, and originality are part of your national author better than the beings of his imagining; but claim of oriental descent, to which you have already I cannot help a little surprise, and perhaps amusethus far proved your title more clearly than the most ment, at some odd critical exceptions in the present zealous of your country's antiquarians.
instance, when I see several bards, (far more deMay I add a few words on a subject on which all serving, I allow,) in very reputable plight, and men are supposed to be fluent, and none agreeable ? quite exempted from all participation in the faults -Self. I have written much, and published more of those heroes, who, nevertheless, might be found than enough to demand a longer silence than I now with little more morality than “ The Giaour," and meditate; but for some years to come, it is my in-perhaps -but no—I must admit Childe Harold to