<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?>
<?xml-model href="http://www.tei-c.org/release/xml/tei/custom/schema/relaxng/tei_all.rng" type="application/xml" schematypens="http://relaxng.org/ns/structure/1.0"?>
<?xml-model href="http://www.tei-c.org/release/xml/tei/custom/schema/relaxng/tei_all.rng" type="application/xml"
schematypens="http://purl.oclc.org/dsdl/schematron"?>
<!--<?xml-model href="SchematronThalaba.sch" type="application/xml" schematypens="http://purl.oclc.org/dsdl/schematron"?>-->
<!--ebb: Note: I've commented out the local schema file before uploading to TAPAS. Probably not necessary, but we're having trouble with uploading.-->
<TEI xmlns="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0">
<teiHeader type="text">
<!--ebb: 10 Aug 2014: Commencing regularization of coding to TEI and coding cleanup for consistency. TEI prevents wrapping multiple lines in context coding. -->
<!--ebb: To do: 1) distinguish between analogous places and literal physical movement of characters, and write schema rules for this.
2) Extract distinct values of place names and assign xml:ids: Start a gazetteer/placeography file to facilitate mapping.-->
<fileDesc>
<titleStmt>
<title>Thalaba the Destroyer (1801)</title>
<author>Robert Southey</author>
<editor>Elisa E. Beshero-Bondar</editor>
<sponsor>
<orgName>Integrated Digital Humanities</orgName>
</sponsor>
<sponsor>University of Pittsburgh at Greensburg</sponsor>
<principal>Elisa Beshero-Bondar</principal>
<respStmt>
<resp>TEI P5 encoding by</resp>
<persName>Elisa Beshero-Bondar</persName>
</respStmt>
</titleStmt>
<editionStmt>
<edition>digital edition in TEI, date: 18 Sept. 2014. P5.</edition>
</editionStmt>
<publicationStmt>
<authority>Integrated Digital Humanities at the University of Pittsburgh at
Greensburg</authority>
<pubPlace>Greensburg, PA, USA</pubPlace>
<date instant="false">2013</date>
<availability default="false" status="unknown">
<licence>Distributed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported
License</licence>
</availability>
</publicationStmt>
<notesStmt>
<note anchored="true">Any special notes on this text? (optional)</note>
<note anchored="true">You can have multiple notes here.</note>
</notesStmt>
<sourceDesc default="false">
<!--Notice, this is simpler than the sourceDesc we used in our Letters file.-->
<p>This text is based on the Project Gutenberg eBook of <bibl>
<title>Thalaba the Destroyer</title> by <author>Robert Southey</author>
<pubPlace>London</pubPlace>
<publisher>PRINTED FOR T. N. LONGMAN AND O. REES</publisher>
<pubPlace>PATERNOSTER-ROW, London</pubPlace>
<publisher>BY BIGGS AND COTTLE</publisher>
<pubPlace>Bristol</pubPlace>,<date instant="false">1801</date>. </bibl> Release
date: <date instant="false"/> [Ebook #39804] Public domain in the USA. </p>
<p>This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no
restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms
of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at
www.gutenberg.org/license</p>
</sourceDesc>
</fileDesc>
<encodingDesc>
<editorialDecl default="false">
<p>Describes our editorial practice.</p>
</editorialDecl>
</encodingDesc>
</teiHeader>
<text>
<body>
<div type="poem">
<head>
<bibl>
<title>Thalaba the Destroyer</title> (<date instant="false">1801</date>) by
<author>Robert Southey</author>
</bibl>
</head>
<epigraph>
<q>
<lg xml:lang="grc">
<l> Ποιηματων αϰρατης η ελευϑερια, ϰαι νομος εις,</l>
<l>το δοξαν τω ϖοιητη.</l>
</lg>
<bibl>
<author>Lucian</author>, <title>Quomodo Hist. scribenda.</title>
</bibl>
</q>
</epigraph>
<div type="volume">
<head>THE FIRST VOLUME.</head>
<!--<hr style="width: 100%;" />
<h2><a name="CONTENTS" id="CONTENTS"></a><hi rend="italic">CONTENTS</hi></h2>
<div class='center'>
<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="" width="60%">
<tr><td align='left'><a href="#PREFACE">Preface</a></td><td align='right'>vii.</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_First_Book">The first Book</a></td><td align='right'>1</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Second_Book">The second Book</a></td><td align='right'>67</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Third_Book">The third Book</a></td><td align='right'>107</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Fourth_Book">The fourth Book</a></td><td align='right'>189</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Fifth_Book">The fifth Book</a></td><td align='right'>257</td></tr>
</table></div>-->
<div type="preface">
<head>PREFACE</head>
<p>In the continuation of the <bibl>Arabian Tales</bibl>, the
<orgName>Domdaniel</orgName> is mentioned; a Seminary for evil Magicians <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Under_Ocean">under the Roots of the
Sea</rs>. From this seed the present Romance has grown. Let me not be
supposed to prefer the metre in which it is written, abstractedly considered,
to the regular blank verse; the noblest measure, in my judgement, of which our
admirable language is capable. For the following Poem I have preferred it,
because it suits the varied subject; it is the <hi rend="italic">Arabesque</hi>
ornament of an Arabian tale.</p>
<p>The <bibl>dramatic sketches of <author>
<persName>Dr. Sayer</persName>
</author>
</bibl>, a volume which no lover of poetry will recollect without pleasure,
induced me when a young versifier, to practise in this metre. I felt that while
it gave the poet a wider range of expression, it satisfied the ear of the
reader. It were easy to make a parade of learning by enumerating the various
feet which it admits; it is only needful to observe that no two lines are
employed in <hi rend="italic">sequence</hi> which can be read into one. Two
six-syllable lines (it will perhaps be answered) compose an Alexandrine: the
truth is that the Alexandrine, when harmonious, is composed of two six-syllable
lines.</p>
<p>One advantage this metre assuredly possesses; the dullest reader cannot distort
it into discord: he may read it with a <hi rend="italic">prose mouth</hi>, but
its flow and fall will still be perceptible. Verse is not enough favoured by
the English reader: perhaps this is owing to the obtrusiveness, the regular
Jews-harp <hi rend="italic">twing-twang</hi>, of what has been foolishly called
heroic measure. I do not wish the <hi rend="italic">improvisatorè</hi> tune,
but something that denotes the sense of harmony, something like the accent of
feeling; like the tone which every Poet necessarily gives to Poetry.</p>
</div>
<div type="book" xml:id="Book_1">
<head>THE FIRST BOOK.</head>
<lg xml:id="B1_lg2">
<l rend="i4" n="3">How beautiful is <time instant="false">night</time>!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4">A dewy freshness fills the silent air,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5">No mist obscures, no little cloud</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6">Breaks the whole serene of heaven:</l>
<l rend="i0" n="7">In full-orbed glory the majestic moon</l>
<l rend="i4" n="8">Rolls <rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest" ref="sky">thro
the dark blue depths</rs>.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="9">Beneath her steady ray</l>
<l rend="i4" n="10">The <rs type="place" ref="desert">desert circle</rs>
spreads,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="11">Like <rs type="place" ref="Ocean">the round ocean</rs>,
girdled with the sky.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="12">How beautiful is night!</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B1_lg3">
<l rend="i2" n="13">Who at <time>this untimely hour</time>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="14">Wanders o'er the <rs type="place" ref="desert">desert
sands</rs>?</l>
<l rend="i4" n="15">No station is in view,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="16">No palm-grove islanded amid the waste.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="17">The mother and her child,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="18">The widow and the orphan at this hour</l>
<l rend="i2" n="19">Wander o'er the desert sands.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B1_lg4">
<l rend="i4" n="20">Alas! <time>the setting sun</time>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="21">Saw <persName>Zeinab</persName> in her bliss,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="22">
<persName>Hodeirah</persName>'s wife beloved.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="23">Alas! the wife beloved,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="24">The fruitful mother late,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="25">Whom when <orgName>the daughters of
<placeName>Arabia</placeName>
</orgName> named</l>
<l rend="i4" n="26">They wished their lot like her's;</l>
<l rend="i2" n="27">She wanders o'er <rs type="place" ref="desert">the desert
sands</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="28">
<rs type="person" ref="Zeinab">A wretched widow now</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="29">The fruitful mother of <orgName>so fair a
race</orgName>,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="30">With only one preserved,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="31">She wanders o'er the wilderness.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B1_lg5">
<l rend="i0" n="32">No tear relieved the burthen of her heart;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="33">Stunned with the heavy woe she felt like one</l>
<l rend="i0" n="34">Half-wakened from <rs type="dream">a <time>midnight</time>
dream of blood</rs>.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="35">But sometimes when <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">her
boy</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="36">Would wet her hand with tears,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="37">And looking up to her fixed countenance,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="38">Amid his bursting sobs</l>
<l rend="i0" n="39">Say the dear name of <hi rend="smallcap">
<rs type="person" ref="Zeinab">Mother</rs>
</hi>, then would she</l>
<l rend="i4" n="40">Utter a feeble groan.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="41">At length collecting, <persName>Zeinab</persName> turned
her eyes</l>
<l rend="i0" n="42">
<rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">To <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin" ref="Heaven">heaven</rs>, exclaiming, "praised be <name type="divin">the Lord</name>!</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="43">"<rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">He gave,
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_1">
<p>
<name type="divin">The Lord</name> gave, and the Lord taketh
away; blessed be the name of the Lord.——<bibl>
<hi rend="italic">
<title>Job</title>.</hi> i. 21.</bibl>
</p>
<p>
<rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">I have placed a <rs type="script" subtype="holy">scripture</rs> phrase in the
mouth of a <orgName>Mohammedan</orgName>; but it is a saying
of <persName>Job</persName>, and there can be no impropriety
in making <rs type="person" ref="Zeinab">a modern Arab</rs>
speak like an ancient one. Resignation is particularly
inculcated by <persName>Mohammed</persName>, and of all his
precepts it is that which his followers have best observed:
it is even the vice of <placeName ref="the_East">the
East</placeName>.</rs> It had been easy to have made
<persName>Zeinab</persName> speak from the <bibl>
<title>Koran</title>
</bibl>, if the tame language of the <bibl>
<title>Koran</title>
</bibl> could be remembered by the few who have toiled through
its dull tautology. I thought it better to express a feeling of
religion in that language with which <rs type="religion" subtype="Christian">our religious ideas</rs> are
connected.</p>
</note>
he takes away,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="44">
<rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">"The <name type="divin">Lord our
God</name> is good!"</rs>
</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B1_lg6">
<l rend="i4" n="45">"Good is he?" cried <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">the
boy</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="46">"Why are <orgName>my brethren and my sisters
slain</orgName>?</l>
<l rend="i4" n="47">"Why is <rs type="person" ref="Hodeirah">my father</rs>
killed?</l>
<l rend="i2" n="48">"Did ever we neglect our prayers,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="49">"Or ever lift a hand unclean to <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin" ref="Heaven">heaven</rs>?</l>
<l rend="i2" n="50">"Did ever stranger from our tent</l>
<l rend="i4" n="51">"Unwelcomed turn away?</l>
<l rend="i4" n="52">"<rs type="person" ref="Zeinab">Mother</rs>, he is not
good!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B1_lg7">
<l rend="i0" n="53">Then <persName>Zeinab</persName> beat her breast in
agony,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="54">"O <name type="divin">God</name> forgive my child!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="55">"He knows not what he says!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="56">"Thou know'st I did not teach him thoughts like these,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="57">
<rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">"O <persName ana="Mohammed">Prophet</persName>, pardon him!"</rs>
</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B1_lg8">
<l rend="i0" n="58">She had not wept till that assuaging prayer....</l>
<l rend="i0" n="59">The fountains of her eyes were opened then,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="60">And tears relieved her heart.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="61">She raised her swimming eyes to Heaven,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="62">
<rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">"<name type="divin">Allah</name>, thy
will be done!</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="63">"Beneath the dispensation of thy wrath</l>
<l rend="i4" n="64">"I groan, but murmur not.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="65">"<time>The Day of the Trial</time> will come,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="66">"When I shall understand how profitable</l>
<l rend="i4" n="67">"It is to suffer now."</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B1_lg9">
<l rend="i0" n="68">Young <persName>Thalaba</persName> in silence heard
reproof,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="69">His brow in manly frowns was knit,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="70">With manly thoughts his heart was full.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="71">"Tell me who slew <rs type="person" subtype="Hodeirah">my
father</rs>?" cried <rs type="person" subtype="Thalaba">the boy</rs>.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="72">
<persName>Zeinab</persName> replied and said,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="73">"I knew not that there lived thy father's foe.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="74">
<rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">"The blessings of the poor for him</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="75">
<rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">"Went daily up to <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Heaven</rs>,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="76">"In distant lands the traveller told his praise.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="77">"I did not think there lived</l>
<l rend="i4" n="78">"<persName>Hodeirah</persName>'s enemy."</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B1_lg10">
<l rend="i2" n="79">"But I will hunt him <rs type="place" ref="Earth_planet">thro' the earth</rs>!"</l>
<l rend="i4" n="80">Young <persName>Thalaba</persName> exclaimed.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="81">"Already I can bend <rs type="person" ref="Hodeirah">my
father</rs>'s bow,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="82">"Soon will my arm have strength</l>
<l rend="i0" n="83">"To drive the arrow-feathers to his heart."</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B1_lg11">
<l rend="i0" n="84">
<persName>Zeinab</persName> replied, "O <persName>Thalaba</persName>, my
child,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="85">"Thou lookest on to distant days,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="86">"And we are in <rs type="place" ref="desert">the
desert</rs> far from men!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B1_lg12">
<l rend="i0" n="87">Not till that moment her afflicted heart</l>
<l rend="i4" n="88">Had leisure for the thought.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="89">She cast her eyes around,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="90">Alas! no tents were there</l>
<l rend="i4" n="91">Beside the bending sands;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="92">No palm tree rose to spot the wilderness.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="93">The dark blue sky closed round</l>
<l rend="i4" n="94">And rested
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_2">
<q>
<lg xml:lang="fr">
<l>
<geogFeat>La mer</geogFeat> n'est plus qu'un cercle aux yeux
des Matelots,</l>
<l>Ou le Ciel forme un dôme appuyé sur les flots.</l>
</lg>
<bibl>
<title>Le Nouveau Monde</title>. par <author>M. Le
Suire</author>.</bibl>
</q>
</note>
like a dome</l>
<l rend="i4" n="97">Upon <geogFeat>the circling waste</geogFeat>.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="98">She cast her eyes around,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="99">Famine and Thirst were there.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="100">Then <rs type="person" ref="Zeinab">the mother</rs> bowed
her head,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="101">And wept upon <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">her
child</rs>.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B1_lg14">
<l rend="i3" n="102">... Sudden a cry of wonder</l>
<l rend="i4" n="103">From <persName>Thalaba</persName> aroused her,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="104">She raised her head, and saw</l>
<l rend="i0" n="105">Where high in air <rs type="building" subtype="palace">a
stately palace</rs> rose.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="106">Amid <rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">a grove
embowered</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="107">Stood <rs type="building" subtype="palace">the prodigious
pile</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="108">
<geogFeat>Trees of such ancient majesty</geogFeat>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="109">Towered not on <placeName>Yemen</placeName>'s happy
<geogFeat>hills</geogFeat>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="110">Nor crowned the stately brow of
<placeName>Lebanon</placeName>.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="111">Fabric so vast, so lavishly enriched,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="112">For Idol, or for Tyrant, never yet</l>
<l rend="i4" n="113">Raised the slave race of men</l>
<l rend="i0" n="114">In <placeName>Rome</placeName>, nor in the elder
<placeName>Babylon</placeName>,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="115">Nor old <placeName>Persepolis</placeName>,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="116">Nor where the family of <placeName>Greece</placeName>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="117">Hymned Eleutherian <name type="divin">Jove</name>.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="118">Here studding azure
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_3">
<p>The magnificent <rs type="building" subtype="temple">
<placeName>Mosque Tauris</placeName>
</rs> is faced with varnished bricks of various colours, <hi rend="italic">like most fine buildings in
<placeName>Persia</placeName>
</hi>, says <bibl>
<author>Tavernier</author>
</bibl>. One of its domes is covered with white flower work upon a
green ground, the other has a black ground, spotted with white
stars. Gilding is also common upon Oriental buildings. At
<placeName>Boghar</placeName> in <placeName>Bactria</placeName>
our old traveller <persName>Jenkinson</persName>
<note style="double" type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="NN_a">
<bibl>
<author>Hakluyt</author>
</bibl>.</note>
saw <settlement>"many <rs type="building" subtype="house">houses</rs>, <rs type="building" subtype="temple">temples</rs>, and <rs type="building" subtype="monument">monuments of stone sumptuously builded and
gilt</rs>.</settlement>"</p>
<p>
<rs type="building" subtype="temple">In <placeName>Pegu</placeName>
"they consume about their <rs type="building" subtype="temple">Varely</rs> or idol houses great store of leafe-gold, for
that they overlay all the tops of the houses with gold, and some
of them are covered with gold from the top to the foote; in
covering whereof there is great store of gold spent, for that
every ten years they new overlay them with gold, from the top to
the foote, so that with this vanetie they spend great aboundance
of golde. For every ten years the rain doeth consume the gold
from these houses."</rs>
<bibl>
<hi rend="italic">Cæsar Frederick</hi>, in
<author>Hakluyt</author>.</bibl>
</p>
<p> A waste of ornament and labour characterises all the works of
<orgName>the Orientalists</orgName>. I have seen <rs type="script" subtype="ms">illuminated Persian manuscripts</rs>
that must each have been the toil of many years, every page
painted, not with representations of life and manners, but usually
like <rs type="art" subtype="fiber">the curves and lines of a
Turkey carpet</rs>, conveying no idea whatever, as absurd to the
eye as nonsense-verses to the ear. The little of their literature
that has reached us is equally worthless. <orgName>Our <hi rend="italic">barbarian</hi> scholars</orgName> have called <bibl>
<author>Ferdusi</author> the Oriental <author>Homer</author>. We
have a specimen of his poem; the translation is said to be bad,
and certainly must be unfaithful, for it is in rhyme; but the
vilest copy of a picture at least represents the subject and the
composition. To make this <bibl>Iliad of <placeName ref="the_East">the East</placeName>
</bibl>, as they have sacrilegiously stiled it, a good poem,
would be realizing the <rs type="science" subtype="chem">dreams
of Alchemy, and transmuting lead into gold</rs>. </bibl>
</p>
<p>
<bibl>
<title>The Arabian Tales</title> certainly abound with genius;
they have lost their metaphorical rubbish in passing through the
filter of <bibl>a French translation</bibl>.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
tablatures</l>
<l rend="i4" n="119">
<rs type="building" subtype="palace">And rayed with feeble light,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="120">
<rs type="building" subtype="palace">Star-like the ruby and the diamond
shone:</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="121">
<rs type="building" subtype="palace">Here on the golden towers</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="122">The yellow moon-beam lay;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="123">
<rs type="building" subtype="palace">Here with white splendour floods the
silver wall.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="124">
<rs type="building" subtype="palace">Less wonderous pile and less
magnificent</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="125">
<persName>Sennamar</persName>
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_4">
<p>The <orgName>Arabians</orgName> call <rs type="building" subtype="palace">this palace one of the wonders of the
<placeName ref="the_world">world</placeName>. It was built
for <persName>Nôman-al-Aôuar</persName>, one of those Arabian
Kings who reigned at <placeName>Hirah</placeName>. A single
stone fastened the whole structure; the colour of the walls
varied frequently in a day.</rs>
<persName>Nôman</persName> richly rewarded the architect
<persName>Sennamar</persName>; but recollecting afterwards that
he might build palaces equal, or superior in beauty for his rival
kings, ordered that he should be thrown from the highest tower of
the edifice. <bibl>
<author>D'Herbelot</author>.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
built at <placeName>Hirah</placeName>, tho' his art</l>
<l rend="i0" n="126">
<rs type="building" subtype="palace">Sealed with one stone the ample
edifice</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="127">
<rs type="building" subtype="palace">And made its colours, like the serpents
skin</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="128">
<rs type="building" subtype="palace">Play with a changeful beauty</rs>: him,
its <rs type="person" ref="Nôman">Lord</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="129">Jealous lest after-effort might surpass</l>
<l rend="i0" n="130">The now unequalled palace, from its height</l>
<l rend="i4" n="131">Dashed on the pavement down.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B1_lg15">
<l rend="i0" n="132">They entered, and through aromatic paths</l>
<l rend="i4" n="133">Wondering they went along.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="134">At length <geogFeat>upon a mossy bank</geogFeat>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="135">
<geogFeat>Beneath a tall mimosa's shade</geogFeat>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="136">That o'er him bent its living canopy,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="137">They saw <rs type="person" ref="Aswad">a man
reclined</rs>.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="138">Young he appeared, for on his cheek there shone</l>
<l rend="i4" n="139">The morning glow of health,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="140">And the brown beard curled close around his chin.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="141">He slept, but at the sound</l>
<l rend="i0" n="142">Of coming feet awakening, fixed his eyes</l>
<l rend="i0" n="143">In wonder, on the wanderer and her child.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="144">"Forgive us," <persName>Zeinab</persName> cried,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="145">"Distress hath made us bold.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="146">"Relieve the widow and the fatherless.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="147">
<rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">"Blessed are they who succour the
distrest</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="148">
<rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">"For them hath <name type="divin">God</name> appointed <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Paradise</rs>."</rs>
</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B1_lg16">
<l rend="i2" n="149">He heard, and he looked up to <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin" ref="Heaven">heaven</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="150">And tears ran down his cheeks:</l>
<l rend="i4" n="151">"It is a human voice!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="152">"I thank thee, O my <name type="divin">God</name>!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="153">"How many an age has past</l>
<l rend="i0" n="154">"Since the sweet sounds have visited mine ear!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="155">"I thank thee, O my <name type="divin">God</name>,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="156">"It is a human voice!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B1_lg17">
<l rend="i2" n="157">To <persName>Zeinab</persName> turning then he cried</l>
<l rend="i4" n="158">"O mortal who art thou</l>
<l rend="i4" n="159">"Whose gifted eyes have pierced</l>
<l rend="i0" n="160">"The shadow of concealment that hath wrapt</l>
<l rend="i4" n="161">"These bowers, so many an age,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="162">"From eye of mortal man?</l>
<l rend="i4" n="163">"For countless years have past</l>
<l rend="i4" n="164">"And never foot of man</l>
<l rend="i4" n="165">"The <placeName ref="Irem">bowers of Irem</placeName>
trod.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="166">"Save only I, a miserable wretch</l>
<l rend="i4" n="167">"From <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Heaven</rs> and
<placeName ref="the_world">Earth</placeName> shut out!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B1_lg18">
<l rend="i4" n="168">Fearless, and scarce surprized,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="169">For grief in <persName>Zeinab</persName>'s soul</l>
<l rend="i0" n="170">All other feebler feelings overpowered,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="171">She answered, "<time instant="false">Yesterday</time>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="172">"I was a wife beloved,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="173">"The fruitful mother of a numerous race.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="174">"I am a widow now,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="175">"Of all my offspring this alone is left.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="176">
<rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">"Praise to the <name type="divin">Lord
our God</name>,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="177">
<rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">"He gave, he takes away!"</rs>
</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B1_lg19">
<l rend="i0" n="178">Then said <rs type="person" ref="Aswad">the stranger</rs>,
<rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">"Not by Heaven unseen</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="179">
<rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">"Nor with unguided feet</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="180"> "Thy steps have reached <rs type="metaplace" subtype="barrier" ref="Irem_removed">this secret place</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="181"> "Nor for light purpose is the Veil, </l>
<l rend="i0" n="182"> "That from the <placeName>Universe</placeName> hath long
shut out </l>
<l rend="i4" n="183"> "<rs type="place" ref="Irem">These ancient bowers</rs>,
withdrawn. </l>
<l rend="i0" n="184"> "Hear thou my words, O mortal, in thy heart </l>
<l rend="i2" n="185"> "Treasure the wonders I shall tell; </l>
<l rend="i4" n="186"> "And when amid <placeName ref="the_world">the
world</placeName>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="187"> "Thou shall emerge again </l>
<l rend="i4" n="188"> "Repeat the warning tale. </l>
<l rend="i0" n="189"> "Why have <orgName>the Fathers</orgName> suffered, but to
make </l>
<l rend="i4" n="190"> "<orgName>The Children</orgName> wisely safe?" </l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B1_lg20">
<l rend="i2" n="191">"<placeName ref="Irem">The Paradise of Irem</placeName>
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_5">
<p> The <orgName>tribe of Ad</orgName> were descended from
<persName>Ad</persName>, the son of <persName>Aus or
Uz</persName>, the son of <persName>Irem</persName>, the son of
<persName>Shem</persName>, the son of <persName>Noah</persName>,
who after the confusion of tongues, settled in <placeName ref="Al_Ahkaf">Al Ahkâf</placeName>, or <geogFeat>the winding
sands</geogFeat>, in the <settlement>province of
<placeName>Hadramaut</placeName>
</settlement>, where his posterity greatly multiplied. Their first
King was <persName>Shedad</persName>, the son of
<persName>Ad</persName>, of whom the eastern writers deliver
many fabulous things, particularly that he finished the <settlement type="city">magnificent city</settlement> his father had begun,
wherein he built <rs type="building" subtype="palace">a fine
palace, <rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">adorned with
delicious gardens</rs>, to embellish which he spared neither
cost nor labour, proposing thereby to create in his subjects <rs type="religion" subtype="autocrat">a superstitious veneration
of himself as a God</rs>. This <rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">garden or paradise was called the <placeName ref="Irem">garden of Irem</placeName>
</rs>
</rs>, and is mentioned in the <bibl>
<title>Koran</title>
</bibl>, and often alluded to by <orgName>the Oriental
writers</orgName>. <settlement type="city">The city they tell
us, is still standing in <placeName>the desarts of
Aden</placeName>, <rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">being
preserved by providence as a monument of divine justice,
though it be invisible, unless very rarely, when <name type="divin">God</name> permits it to be seen</rs>
</settlement>: a favour one <persName>Colabah</persName> pretended
to have received in the reign of the <persName>Khalif
Moâwiyah</persName>, who sending for him to know the truth of
the matter, <persName>Colabah</persName> related his whole
adventure; that is he was seeking a Camel he had lost, <settlement type="city">he found himself on a sudden at the gates of this
city, and entering it, saw not one inhabitant, at which being
terrified, he stayed no longer than to take with him some fine
stones which he shewed the Khalif</settlement>. <bibl>
<author>Sale</author>.</bibl>
</p>
<p> The <orgName>descendants of Ad</orgName> in process of time
falling from the worship of <name type="divin">the true God</name>
into <rs type="religion" subtype="idol">idolatry</rs>, <name type="divin">God</name> sent the prophet
<persName>Houd</persName> (who is generally agreed to be
<persName>Heber</persName>) to <rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">preach the unity of his essence and reclaim
them. <persName>Houd</persName> preached for many years to this
people without effect, till <name type="divin">God</name> at
last was weary of waiting for their repentance. The first
punishment which he inflicted was a famine of three years
continuance, during all which time <rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest" ref="sky">the heavens</rs> were closed upon
them. This, with the evils which it caused, destroyed a great
part of this people, who were then the richest and most powerful
of all in <placeName>Arabia</placeName>.</rs>
</p>
<p> The <orgName>Adites</orgName> seeing themselves reduced to this
extremity, and <rs type="religion" subtype="idol">receiving no
succour from their false Gods</rs>, <rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">resolved to make a pilgrimage to a place in the <settlement>
<placeName ref="Hejaz">province of Hegiaz</placeName>
</settlement>, where at present <placeName>Mecca</placeName> is
situated</rs>. There was then <geogFeat>a hillock of red
sand</geogFeat> there, around which <rs type="religion" subtype="mixed">a great concourse of different people might
always be seen; and all these nations, the faithful as well as
the unfaithful, believed that by visiting this spot with
devotion, they should obtain from <name type="divin">God</name>
whatever they petitioned for, respecting the wants and
necessities of life.</rs>
</p>
<p>
<rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">The <orgName>Adites</orgName>
having then resolved to undertake this religious journey, chose
seventy men, at whose head they appointed
<persName>Mortadh</persName> and <persName>Kail</persName>,
the two most considerable personages of the country, to perform
this duty in the name of the whole nation, and by this means <rs type="miracle">procure rain from Heaven</rs>, without which
their country must be ruined.</rs> The deputees departed, and
were hospitably received by <persName>Moâwiyah</persName>, who at
that time reigned in the <placeName ref="Hejaz">province of
Hegiaz</placeName>. They explained to him the occasion of their
journey, and demanded leave to proceed and <rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">perform their devotions at the <placeName ref="Red_Hillock">Red Hillock</placeName>, that they might
procure rain</rs>. </p>
<p>
<persName>Mortadh</persName>, who was the wisest of this company,
and who had been converted by the <persName>Prophet
Houd</persName>, often remonstrated with his associates that it was
<rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">useless to to take this
journey for the purpose of praying at this chosen spot, unless
they had previously adopted the truths which the Prophet
preached, and seriously repented of their unbelief. For how,
said he, can you hope that <name type="divin">God</name> will
shed upon us the abundant showers of his mercy, if we refuse to
hear the voice of <rs type="person" ref="Houd">him whom he hath
sent to instruct us</rs>?</rs>
</p>
<p>
<persName>Kail</persName> who was one of the most obstinate in
error, and consequently of the <persName ref="Houd">Prophets</persName> worst enemies, hearing the discourses of
his colleague, requested <persName>King Moâwiyah</persName> to
detain <persName>Mortadh</persName> prisoner, whilst he and the
remainder of his companions proceeded to make their prayers upon
the <placeName ref="Red_Hillock">Hillock</placeName>.
<persName>Moâwiyah</persName> consented, and detaining
<persName>Mortadh</persName> captive, permitted the others to
pursue their journey and accomplish their vow. </p>
<p>
<persName>Kail</persName>, now the sole chief of <orgName>the
deputation</orgName>, having arrived at the place, prayed thus,
<name type="divin">Lord</name> give to <orgName>the people of
Ad</orgName> such rains as it shall please thee. <rs type="miracle">And he had scarcely finished when there appeared
three clouds in the sky, one white, one red, the third black. At
the same time these words were heard to proceed from Heaven,
chuse which of the three thou wilt.</rs>
<persName>Kail</persName> chose the black, which he imagined the
fullest, and most abundant in water, of which they were in extreme
want. After having chosen, he immediately quitted the place and
took the road to his own country, congratulating himself on the
happy success of <rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">his
pilgrimage</rs>. </p>
<p> As soon as <persName>Kail</persName> arrived in <placeName ref="Magaith">the valley of Magaith</placeName>, a part of the
<settlement>territory of <orgName>the Adites</orgName>
</settlement>, he informed his countrymen of the favourable answer
he had received, and of the cloud which was soon to water all their
lands. The <orgName>senseless people</orgName> all came out of
their houses to receive it, but <rs type="miracle">this cloud,
which was big with the divine vengeance produced only a wind,
most cold and most violent, which the <orgName>Arabs</orgName>
call <name type="elemental">Sarsar</name>; it continued to blow
for <time instant="false">seven days and seven nights</time>,
and exterminated <orgName>all the unbelievers of the
country</orgName>, leaving only the <persName>Prophet
Houd</persName> alive, and <orgName>those who had heard him
and turned to the faith</orgName>.</rs>
<bibl>
<author>D'Herbelot</author>.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
this,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="192">"And that <rs type="building" subtype="palace">the palace
pile</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="193">"Which <persName>Shedad</persName> built, the King.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="194">"Alas! in the days of my youth</l>
<l rend="i2" n="195">"<rs type="cosmopolitan">The hum of <placeName ref="the_world">the populous world</placeName>
</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="196">"Was heard in <geogFeat>yon wilderness
waste</geogFeat>!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="197">"O'er all the <geogFeat>winding sands</geogFeat>
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_6">
<p>
<placeName ref="Al_Ahkaf">Al-Ahkaf</placeName> signifies the
<geogFeat>Winding Sands</geogFeat>.</p>
</note>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="198">"The <orgName>tents of Ad</orgName> were pitch'd;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="199">"Happy <placeName ref="Al_Ahkaf">Al-Ahkaf</placeName>
then,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="200">"For many and brave were her sons,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="201">"Her daughters were many and fair.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B1_lg21">
<l rend="i4" n="202">"My name was <persName>Aswad</persName> then.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="203">"Alas! alas! how strange</l>
<l rend="i4" n="204">"The sound so long unheard!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="205">"Of noble race I came,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="206">
<rs type="wealth">"One of the wealthy of <rs type="place" ref="the_world">the earth</rs>
<rs type="person" ref="father_of_Aswad">my Sire</rs>,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="207">
<rs type="wealth">"An hundred horses in my father's stalls</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="208">
<rs type="wealth">"Stood ready for his will;</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="209">
<rs type="wealth">"Numerous his robes of silk,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="210">
<rs type="wealth">"The number of his camels was not known.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="211">"These were my heritance,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="212">"O <name type="divin">God</name>! thy gifts were
these;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="213">"But better had it been for <persName>Aswad</persName>'s
soul</l>
<l rend="i4" n="214">"To have asked alms <rs type="place" ref="the_world">on
earth</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="215">"And begged the crumbs that from his table fell,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="216">"So he had known thy word.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B1_lg22">
<l rend="i2" n="217">"Boy who hast reached this solitude,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="218">"<rs type="religion" subtype="mixed">Fear the <name type="divin">Lord</name> in the days of thy youth!</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="219">"My knee was never taught</l>
<l rend="i4" n="220">"To bend before my <name type="divin">God</name>,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="221">"My voice was never taught</l>
<l rend="i4" n="222">"<rs type="religion" subtype="mixed">To shape one holy
prayer</rs>.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="223">"<rs type="religion" subtype="idol">We worshipped Idols,
wood and stone,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="224">"<rs type="religion" subtype="idol">The work of our own
foolish hands</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="225">"We worshipped in our foolishness.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="226">"Vainly the <persName ref="Houd">Prophet</persName>'s
voice</l>
<l rend="i4" n="227">"Its frequent warning raised,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="228">"<rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">
<hi rend="smallcap">Repent, and be forgiven!</hi>"—</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="229">"We mocked <rs type="person" ref="Houd">the messenger of
God</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="230">"We mocked <name type="divin">the Lord</name>,
long-suffering, slow to wrath.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B1_lg23">
<l rend="i0" n="231">"A mighty work the pride of <persName>Shedad</persName>
planned,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="232">"Here in <geogFeat>the wilderness</geogFeat> to form</l>
<l rend="i2" n="233">"<rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">A garden</rs> more
surpassing fair</l>
<l rend="i4" n="234">"Than <rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Eden">that before whose gate</rs>, </l>
<l rend="i0" n="235"> "The lightning of the <persName type="meta">Cherub</persName>'s fiery sword </l>
<l rend="i4" n="236"> "Waves wide to bar access </l>
<l rend="i0" n="237"> "Since <persName>Adam</persName>, the transgressor, <rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Eden">thence</rs> was driven. </l>
<l rend="i4" n="238">"Here too would <persName>Shedad</persName> build</l>
<l rend="i4" n="239">
<rs type="building" subtype="palace">"A kingly pile sublime,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="240">
<rs type="building" subtype="palace">"The palace of his pride.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="241">"For this <rs type="earthworks" subtype="mine">exhausted
mines</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="242">
<rs type="earthworks" subtype="mine">"Supplied their <rs type="wealth">golden store</rs>,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="243">
<rs type="earthworks" subtype="mine">"For this the central caverns gave
their <rs type="wealth">gems</rs>;</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="244">
<rs type="earthworks" subtype="lumber">"For this the woodman's axe</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="245">
<rs type="earthworks" subtype="lumber">"Opened the cedar forest to the
sun;</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="246">
<rs type="husbandry" subtype="worm" ref="silk">"The silkworm of <placeName ref="the_East">the East</placeName>
</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="247">
<rs type="husbandry" subtype="worm" ref="silk">"Spun her sepulchral
egg;</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="248">
<rs type="hunt">"<rs type="person">The <rs type="place" ref="Africa">hunter
African</rs>
</rs>
</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="249">
<rs type="hunt" ref="elephant">
<rs type="place" ref="Africa">"Provoked the danger of the elephant's
wrath;</rs>
</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="250">
<rs type="earthworks" subtype="lumber">
<rs type="place" ref="Ethiopia">"<rs type="person">The Ethiop</rs>, keen
of scent</rs>
</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="251">
<rs type="place" ref="Ethiopia">
<rs type="earthworks" subtype="lumber">"Detects the ebony,</rs>
</rs>
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_7">
<p>
<rs type="science" subtype="botany">I have heard from <rs type="person">a certain Cyprian botanist</rs>, that <rs type="place" ref="Ethiopia">the Ebony does not produce either
leaves or fruit, and that it is never seen exposed to the
sun: that its roots are indeed under the earth, which
<orgName>the Æthiopians</orgName> dig out, and that there
are men among them skilled in finding the place of its
concealment.</rs>
</rs>
<bibl>Pausanias, translated by Taylor.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="252">
<geogFeat>"That deep-inearthed, and hating light,</geogFeat>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="253">
<geogFeat>"A leafless tree and barren of all fruit,</geogFeat>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="254">
<geogFeat>"With darkness feeds her boughs of raven grain</geogFeat>....</l>
<l rend="i0" n="255">"Such were the treasures lavished in <rs type="building" subtype="palace">yon pile</rs>;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="256">"<time>Ages have past away</time>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="257">"And never mortal eye</l>
<l rend="i4" n="258">"Gazed on their vanity.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B1_lg24">
<l rend="i4" n="259">
<rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">"The garden's copious springs</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="260">
<rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">"Blest that delightful spot,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="261">
<rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">"And every flower was planted
here</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="262">
<rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">"That makes the gale of evening
sweet.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="263">
<rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">"<rs type="person" ref="Shedad">He</rs> spake, and bade the full-grown forest rise</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="264">
<rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">"His own creation</rs>; should
<persName ref="Shedad">the King</persName>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="265">"Wait for slow <name type="myth">Nature</name>'s work?</l>
<l rend="i2" n="266">
<rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">"All trees that bend with luscious
fruit,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="267">
<rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">"Or wave with feathery boughs,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="268">
<rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">"Or point their spiring heads to <rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest" ref="sky">heaven</rs>,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="269">
<rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">"Or spreading wide their shadowy
arms</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="270">
<rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">"Invite <rs type="person">the
traveller</rs> to repose at noon,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="271">
<rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">"Hither, <rs type="imp" subtype="botany">uprooted with their native soil</rs>,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="272">
<rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">
<rs type="imp" subtype="slave">"The labour and the pain of
<orgName>multitudes</orgName>,</rs>
</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="273">
<rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">
<rs type="imp" subtype="botany">"Mature in beauty, bore them.</rs>
</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="274">
<rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">"Here, frequent in the walks</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="275">
<rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">"The <rs type="image" subtype="human">marble statue</rs> stood</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="276">
<rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">"Of heroes and of chiefs.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="277">
<rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">"The trees and flowers remain</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="278">
<rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">"By <name type="myth">Nature's</name>
care perpetuate and self-sown.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="279">
<rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">
<rs type="image" subtype="human">"The <rs type="art" subtype="sculpt">marble statues</rs> long have lost all trace</rs>
</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="280">
<rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">"Of heroes and of chiefs,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="281">
<rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">
<rs type="art" subtype="sculpt">"Huge shapeless stones they lie</rs>
</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="282">
<rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">
<rs type="art" subtype="sculpt">"O'er-grown with many a flower.</rs>
</rs>
</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B1_lg25">
<l rend="i4" n="283">"The work of pride went on....</l>
<l rend="i4" n="284">"Often <persName ref="Houd">the Prophet</persName>'s
voice</l>
<l rend="i4" n="285">"Denounced impending woe....</l>
<l rend="i2" n="286">"We mocked at the words of <persName ref="Houd">the
Seer</persName>.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="287">"We mocked at the wrath of <name type="divin">the
Lord</name>.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="288">"<rs type="devastation">A long continued drought</rs>
first troubled us,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="289">
<rs type="devastation">"<time>Three years</time> no cloud had formed,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="290">
<rs type="devastation">"<time>Three years</time> no rain had fallen.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="291">
<rs type="devastation">"The wholesome herb was dry,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="292">
<rs type="devastation">"The corn matured not for the food of man,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="293">
<rs type="devastation">"The <rs type="earthworks" subtype="well">wells and
fountains</rs> failed.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="294">"<orgName ref="Adites">O hard of heart</orgName>, in whom
the punishment</l>
<l rend="i4" n="295">"Awoke <rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">no sense of
guilt</rs>!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="296">"Headstrong to ruin, obstinately blind,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="297">
<rs type="religion" subtype="idol">"To Idols
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_8">
<p> The <orgName>Adites</orgName> worshipped four Idols, <name type="divin">Sakiah the dispenser of rain</name>, <name type="divin">Hafedah the protector of travellers</name>,
<name type="divin">Razecah the giver of food</name>, and
<name type="divin">Salemah the preserver in sickness</name>.
<bibl>D'Herbelot. Sale.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
we applied for aid;</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="298">"<name type="divin">Sakia</name> we invoked for rain,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="299">"We called on <name type="divin">Razeka</name> for
food....</l>
<l rend="i0" n="300">"They did not hear our prayers, they could not hear!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="301">"No cloud appeared in Heaven,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="302">"No nightly dews came down.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B1_lg26">
<l rend="i0" n="303">"Then to <rs type="place" ref="Mecca">the place of
concourse</rs>,
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_9">
<p>
<placeName>Mecca</placeName> was thus called.
<persName>Mohammed</persName> destroyed the other superstitions
of the <orgName>Arabs</orgName>, but <rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">he was obliged to adopt <rs type="religion" subtype="idol">their old and rooted veneration for the Well
and the Black Stone</rs>, and transfer to
<placeName>Mecca</placeName> the respect and reverence which
he had designed for <placeName>Jerusalem</placeName>.</rs>
</p>
</note>
messengers</l>
<l rend="i0" n="304">"Were sent to <rs type="cosmopolitan">
<placeName>Mecca</placeName>, where the nations came,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="305">"Round the <placeName ref="Red_Hillock">Red
Hillock</placeName>, kneeling, to implore</l>
<l rend="i4" n="306">"<name type="divin">God</name> in his favoured place,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="307">"We sent to call on <name type="divin">God</name>;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="308">"Ah fools! unthinking that from <rs type="place" ref="the_world">all the earth</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="309">"The heart ascends to him.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="310">"We sent to call on <name type="divin">God</name>;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="311">"Ah fools! to think <name type="divin">the Lord</name>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="312">"Would hear their prayers abroad</l>
<l rend="i4" n="313">"Who made no prayers at home!</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B1_lg27">
<l rend="i2" n="314">"Meantime the work of pride went on,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="315">
<rs type="religion" subtype="idol">"And still before our Idols, wood and
stone,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="316">
<rs type="religion" subtype="idol">"We bowed the impious knee.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="317">"Turn <orgName>men of Ad</orgName>, and <rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">call upon <name type="divin">the
Lord</name>
</rs>,"</l>
<l rend="i4" n="318">"The <persName>Prophet Houd</persName> exclaimed.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="319">"Turn <orgName>men of Ad</orgName> and look to Heaven,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="320">"And fly the wrath to come.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="321">"We mocked <persName ref="Houd">the Prophet</persName>'s
words;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="322">"Now dost thou dream <rs type="person" ref="Houd">old
man</rs>.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="323">"Or art thou drunk with wine?</l>
<l rend="i2" n="324">"Future woe and wrath to come,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="325">"Still thy prudent voice forebodes;</l>
<l rend="i2" n="326">
<rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">"When it comes will we believe,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="327">
<rs type="religion" subtype="idol">"Till it comes will we go on</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="328">
<rs type="religion" subtype="idol">"In the way our fathers went</rs>.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="329">"Now are thy words from <name type="divin">God</name>?</l>
<l rend="i4" n="330">"Or dost thou dream, <rs type="person" ref="Houd">old
man</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="331">"Or art thou drunk with wine?"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B1_lg28">
<l rend="i4" n="332">"So spake <orgName ref="Adites">the stubborn
race</orgName>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="333">"<orgName ref="Adites">The unbelieving ones</orgName>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="334">"<rs type="person" ref="Aswad">I</rs> too of stubborn
unbelieving heart</l>
<l rend="i4" n="335">"Heard him and heeded not.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="336">"It chanced <rs type="person" ref="Aswad">my father</rs>
went the way of man,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="337">"He perished in his sins.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="338">"The <rs type="religion" subtype="mixed">funeral
rites</rs> were duly paid,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="339">"<rs type="religion" subtype="idol">We bound a camel to
<rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">his grave</rs>
</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="340">
<rs type="religion" subtype="idol">"And left it there to die,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="341">
<rs type="religion" subtype="idol">"So if the <rs type="miracle">resurrection</rs>
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_10">
<p>
<rs type="metaplace" subtype="passage" ref="to_next_world">
<rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">Some of the
<orgName>Pagan Arabs</orgName> when they died, had
their Camel tied by their <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">
<rs type="earthworks" subtype="grave">sepulchre</rs>
</rs>, and so left
without meat or drink to perish, and accompany them to <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin" ref="the_other_world">the other world</rs>, lest they should be obliged at
<rs type="miracle">the Resurrection</rs> to go on foot,
which was accounted very scandalous.</rs>
</rs>
</p>
<p>
<persName>Ali</persName> affirmed that <rs type="miracle">the
pious when they come forth from their sepulchres shall find
ready prepared for them white-winged Camels with saddles of
gold</rs>. Here are some footsteps of the doctrine of the
<orgName>ancient Arabians</orgName>. <bibl>Sale.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
came</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="342">"Together they might rise.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="343">"I past <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">my father's grave</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="344">"I heard the <persName>Camel</persName> moan.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="345">"<rs type="person" ref="Camel">She was his favourite
beast</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="346">"One that carried me in infancy,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="347">"The first that by myself <rs type="person" ref="Aswad">I</rs> learnt to mount.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="348">"Her limbs were lean with famine, and her eyes</l>
<l rend="i4" n="349">"Looked ghastlily with want.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="350">"<rs type="person" ref="Camel">She</rs> knew me as I
past,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="351">"<rs type="person" ref="Camel">She</rs> stared
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_11">
<p> </p>
<q>
<lg>
<l>"She stared me in the face."</l>
</lg>
</q>
<p> This line is in one of the most beautiful passages of <rs type="song" subtype="English">our old Ballads</rs>, so full of
beauty. <rs type="person" ref="Southey">I</rs> have never seen <rs type="script" subtype="print">the Ballad in print</rs>, and with
some trouble, have procured only an imperfect copy from memory. It
is necessary to insert some of the preceding stanzas. The title is </p>
<q>
<title>
<persName>Old Poulter</persName>'s <persName ref="Mare">mare</persName>.</title>
<lb/>
<lg>
<l rend="i0">At length old age came on <rs type="person" ref="Mare">her</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i1">And <rs type="person" ref="Mare">she</rs> grew
faint and poor,</l>
<l rend="i0">Her <rs type="person" ref="Poulter">master</rs> he
fell out with her</l>
<l rend="i1">And turned her out of door,</l>
<l rend="i0">Saying, if thou wilt not labour,</l>
<l rend="i1">I prithee go thy way,—</l>
<l rend="i0">And never let me see thy face</l>
<l rend="i1">Until thy dying day.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l rend="i0">These words <rs type="person" ref="Mare">she</rs>
took unkind</l>
<l rend="i1">And on her way <rs type="person" ref="Mare">she</rs> went,</l>
<l rend="i0">For to fulfill her master's will</l>
<l rend="i1">Always was her intent,</l>
<l rend="i0">The <geogFeat>hills were very high</geogFeat>
</l>
<l rend="i1">The <geogFeat>vallies very bare</geogFeat>,</l>
<l rend="i0">The summer it was hot and dry,—</l>
<l rend="i1">It starved <persName>Old Poulter</persName>'s
<persName>Mare</persName>.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l rend="i0">
<persName>Old Poulter</persName> he grew sorrowful</l>
<l rend="i1">And said to his kinsman
<persName>Will</persName>,</l>
<l rend="i0">I'd have thee go and seek the
<persName>Mare</persName>
</l>
<l rend="i1">O'er <geogFeat>valley</geogFeat> and o'er
<geogFeat>hill</geogFeat>,</l>
<l rend="i0">Go, go, go, go, says
<persName>Poulter</persName>,</l>
<l rend="i1">And make haste back again,</l>
<l rend="i0">For until thou hast found the
<persName>Mare</persName>
</l>
<l rend="i1">In grief <rs type="person" ref="Poulter">I</rs>
shall remain.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l rend="i0">Away went <persName>Will</persName> so
willingly,</l>
<l rend="i1">And all day long <rs type="person" ref="Will">he</rs> sought:</l>
<l rend="i0">Till when it grew towards the night,</l>
<l rend="i1">
<rs type="person" ref="Will">He</rs> in his mind
bethought,</l>
<l rend="i0">
<rs type="person" ref="Will">He</rs> would go home and rest
him</l>
<l rend="i1">And come again to-morrow,</l>
<l rend="i0">For if <rs type="person" ref="Will">he</rs> could
not find the <persName>Mare</persName>
</l>
<l rend="i1">His heart would break with sorrow.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l rend="i0">
<rs type="person" ref="Will">He</rs> went a little
farther</l>
<l rend="i1">And turned his head aside,</l>
<l rend="i0">And just by <persName>goodman
Whitfield</persName>'s gate</l>
<l rend="i1">Oh there the <persName>Mare</persName> he
spied.</l>
<l rend="i0">
<rs type="person" ref="Will">He</rs> asked her how <rs type="person" ref="Mare">she</rs> did,</l>
<l rend="i1">
<hi rend="italic">
<rs type="person" ref="Mare">She</rs> stared <rs type="person" ref="Will">him</rs> in the face,</hi>
</l>
<l rend="i0">
<hi rend="italic">Then down <rs type="person" ref="Mare">she</rs> laid her head again,—</hi>
</l>
<l rend="i1">
<hi rend="italic">
<rs type="person" ref="Mare">She</rs> was in wretched
case.</hi>
</l>
</lg>
</q>
</note>
me in the face,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="393">"My heart was touched, had it been human else?</l>
<l rend="i0" n="394">"<rs type="person" ref="Aswad">I</rs> thought no eye was
near, and broke her bonds,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="395">"And drove <rs type="person" ref="Camel">her</rs> forth to
liberty and life.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="396">"The <persName>Prophet Houd</persName> beheld,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="397">"He lifted up his voice,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="398">"Blessed art thou, young man,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="399">"Blessed art thou, O <persName>Aswad</persName>, for the
deed!</l>
<l rend="i2" n="400">"In the day of visitation,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="401">"In the fearful hour of judgment,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="402">"<name type="divin">God</name> will remember thee!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B1_lg35">
<l rend="i0" n="403">"The day of visitation was at hand,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="404">"The fearful hour of judgment hastened on.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="405">"Lo <rs type="building" subtype="palace">
<persName>Shedad</persName>'s mighty pile</rs> complete,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="406">"The <rs type="building" subtype="palace">palace</rs> of
his pride.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="407">
<rs type="building" subtype="palace">"Would ye behold its wonders, enter
in!</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="408">"I have no heart to visit it!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="409">"<time>Time hath not harmed <rs type="building" subtype="palace">the eternal monument</rs>
</time>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="410">"<time>Time is not here, nor days, nor months, nor
years,</time>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="411">"<time>An everlasting <hi rend="smallcap">now</hi> of
misery!</time>...</l>
<l rend="i4" n="412">"Ye must have heard their fame,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="413">"Or likely ye have seen</l>
<l rend="i4" n="414">"The mighty <rs type="place" ref="Egypt">
<rs type="building" subtype="monument">Pyramids</rs>
</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="415">"For sure those <rs type="building" subtype="monument">mighty piles</rs> shall overlive</l>
<l rend="i0" n="416">"<time>The feeble generations of mankind</time>.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="417">"What tho' unmoved they bore
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_12">
<p> Concerning the <placeName ref="Pyramids">
<rs type="building" subtype="monument">Pyramids</rs>
</placeName>, "I shall put
down, says Greaves, that which is confessed by <orgName>the Arabian
writers</orgName> to be the most probable relation, as is
reported by <bibl>
<author>Ibn Abd Alhokm</author>
</bibl>, whose words out of the Arabick are these. "the greatest
part of chronologers agree, that he which built the <rs type="building" subtype="monument">Pyramids</rs>, was,
<persName>Saurid Ibn Salhouk, King of
<placeName>Egypt</placeName>
</persName>, who lived <time>three hundred years before the
flood</time>. The occasion of this was, because <rs type="dream">he saw in his sleep, that <rs type="devastation">
<placeName ref="Earth_planet">the whole earth</placeName> was
turned over with the inhabitants of it, the men lying upon
their faces, and the stars falling down and striking one
another, with a terrible noise</rs>; and being troubled, he
concealed it. After this he saw <rs type="devastation">
<rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest" ref="stars">the fixed
stars</rs> falling to <placeName ref="Earth_planet">the
earth</placeName>, in the similitude of white fowl, and
they snatched up men, carrying them <geogFeat>between two
great mountains; and these mountains closed upon them, and
the shining stars were made dark</geogFeat>.</rs>
</rs> Awaking with great fear, he assembles <orgName>the chief
priests of all the provinces of <placeName>Egypt</placeName>, an
hundred and thirty priests</orgName>, the chief of them was
called <persName>Aclimum</persName>. Relating the whole matter to
them, <rs type="science" subtype="astro">they took the altitude of
the stars, and making their prognostication, foretold of a
deluge</rs>. <persName ref="Saurid">The King</persName> said,
will it come to <rs type="place" ref="Egypt">our country</rs>? they
answered, yea, and will destroy it. And there remained <time>a
certain number of years for to come</time>, and he commanded in
the mean space to build the <rs type="building" subtype="monument">Pyramids</rs>, and <rs type="earthworks" subtype="irrig">a
vault to be made, into which <placeName ref="Nile_River">the
river Nilus</placeName> entering should run into <rs type="place" ref="the_West">the countries of the west</rs>,
and into <placeName>the land Al-Said</placeName>
</rs>. And he filled them with <rs type="script" subtype="eng">
<hi rend="italic">telesmes</hi>
</rs>,
<note style="double" type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="NN_b">
<rs type="script" subtype="eng">That which <orgName>the
Arabians</orgName> commonly mean by <hi rend="italic">telesmes</hi>, are certain <hi rend="italic">sigilla</hi> or <hi rend="italic">amuleta</hi>, made
under such and such an aspect, or configuration of the
stars and planets, with several characters accordingly
inscribed.</rs>
</note>
and with strange things, and with <rs type="wealth">riches
and treasures</rs> and the like. <rs type="script" subtype="eng">He engraved in them all things that were told him by wise men,
as also all profound sciences, the names of <hi rend="italic">alakakirs</hi>,
<note style="double" type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="NN_c">
<hi rend="italic">Alakakir</hi>, amongst other
significations, is the name of a precious stone; and
therefore in <placeName>Abulfeda</placeName> it is joined
with <hi rend="italic">yacut</hi>, a ruby. I imagine it
here to signify some magical spell, which it may be was
engraven on this stone.</note>
the uses and hurts of them; the <rs type="science" subtype="astro">science of astrology</rs> and of <rs type="science" subtype="math">arithmetick, and of
geometry</rs>, and of <rs type="science" subtype="phys">physick</rs>. All this may be interpreted by him that knows
their characters and language.</rs> After he had given order for
<rs type="building" subtype="monument">this building, they cut
out vast columns and wonderful stones. They fetch massy stones
from the <orgName>Æthopians</orgName>, and made with these the
foundation of the three Pyramids, fastening them together with
lead and iron. They built the gates of them forty cubits under
ground, and they made the height of the Pyramids one hundred
royal cubits, which are fifty of ours in these times; he also
made each side of them an hundred royal cubits. The beginning of
this building was in a fortunate horoscope. After that he had
finished it, he covered it with coloured satten from the top to
the bottom; and he appointed a solemn festival, at which were
present all the inhabitants of his kingdom. Then he built in the
western Pyramid thirty treasures, filled with store of riches,
and utensils, and with signatures made of precious stones, and
with instruments of iron, and vessels of earth, and with arms
that rust not, and with glass which might be bended and yet not
broken, and with several kind of alakakirs, single and double,
and with deadly poisons, and with other things besides. He made
also in the east Pyramid <rs type="science" subtype="astro">divers celestial spheres and stars, and what they severally
operate in their aspects</rs>, and the perfumes which are to
be used to them, and <rs type="script" subtype="book">the
books</rs> which treat of these matters. He also put in the
coloured Pyramid <rs type="script" subtype="holy">the
commentaries of the Priests</rs>, in chests of black marble,
and <rs type="script" subtype="book">with every Priest a book,
in which were the wonders of his profession, and of his
actions, and of his nature, and what was done in his time,
and what is, and what shall be, from the beginning of time to
the end of it</rs>. He placed in every Pyramid a treasurer.
<rs type="image" subtype="human">The treasurer of the
westerly Pyramid was a statue of marble stone, standing
upright with a lance, and upon his head a serpent wreathed.
He that came near it, and stood still, the serpent bit him of
one side, and wreathing round about his throat and killing
him, returned to his place.</rs>
<rs type="image" subtype="human">He made the treasurer of the
east Pyramid, an idol of black agate, his eyes open and
shining, sitting upon a throne with a lance; when any looked
upon him, he heard of one side of him a voice, which took
away his sense, so that he fell prostrate upon his face, and
ceased not till he died.</rs>
<rs type="image" subtype="human">He made the treasurer of the
coloured Pyramid a statue of stone, called <hi rend="italic">Albut</hi>, sitting: he which looked towards it was drawn
by the statue, till he stuck to it, and could not be
separated from it, till such time as he died.</rs>
<rs type="script" subtype="book">The <orgName>Coptites</orgName>
write in their books, that there is <rs type="script" subtype="eng">an inscription engraven upon them, the
exposition of which in Arabick is this, <rs type="person" ref="Saurid">
<hi rend="italic">I</hi>
</rs>
<persName>
<hi rend="smallcap">King Saurid</hi>
</persName> built the Pyramids in such and such a time,
and finished them in six years: he that comes after me,
and says that he is equal to me, let him destroy them in
six hundred years; and yet it is known, that it is easier
to pluck down, than to build up: I also covered them, when
I had finished them, with satten; and let him cover them
with mats.</rs>
</rs> After that <persName>
<hi rend="smallcap">Almamon</hi> the Calif</persName> entered
<placeName ref="Egypt">Ægypt</placeName>, and saw the
Pyramids. He desired to know what was within, and therefore
would have them opened. They told him it could not possibly be
done. He replied <rs type="person" ref="Almamon">I</rs> will
have it certainly done. And that hole was opened for him, which
stands open to this day, with fire and vinegar. <rs type="machine">Two smiths prepared and sharpened the iron and
engines, which they forced in, and there was a great expence
in the opening of it.</rs> The thickness of the wall was
found to be twenty cubits; and when they came to the end of the
wall, behind the place they had digged, there was <rs type="wealth">an ewer of green emerald; in it were a thousand
dinars very weighty, every dinar was an ounce of our
ounces</rs>: they wondered at it, but knew not the meaning of
it. Then <persName>
<hi rend="smallcap">Almamon</hi>
</persName> said, cast up the account, how much hath been spent
in making the entrance; they cast it up, and lo it was the same
sum which they found, it neither exceeded nor was defective.
Within they found a square well, in the square of it there were
doors, every door opened into a house (or vault) in which there
were dead bodies wrapped up in linen. They found towards the top
of the Pyramid, a chamber, in which there was an hollow stone:
in it was <rs type="image" subtype="human">
<rs type="art" subtype="sculpt">a statue of stone like a man,
and within it a man</rs>
</rs>, upon whom was <rs type="wealth">
<rs type="art" subtype="gem">a breast-plate of gold set with
jewels</rs>; upon his breast was a sword of invaluable
price, and at his head a <rs type="art" subtype="gem">
<rs type="script" subtype="eng">carbuncle of the bigness
of an egg, shining like the light of the day; and upon
him were characters written with a pen, no man knows
what they signify</rs>
</rs>
</rs>. After <hi rend="smallcap">Almamon</hi> had opened it, men
entered into it for many years, and descended by the slippery
passage which is in it; and some of them came out safe, and
others died."</rs>
<bibl>
<author>Greaves</author>'s
<title>Pyramidographia</title>.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
the deluge weight,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="418">
<rs type="devastation">"<rs type="building" subtype="monument">
<time>Survivors of the ruined <placeName ref="the_world">world</placeName>
</time>
</rs>?</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="419">"What tho' <rs type="person" ref="Saurid">their
founder</rs> filled with miracles</l>
<l rend="i0" n="420">"And wealth miraculous their ample vaults?</l>
<l rend="i0" n="421">"Compared with <rs type="building" subtype="palace">yonder
fabric</rs>, and they shrink</l>
<l rend="i0" n="422">"The baby wonders of a woman's work!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="423">
<rs type="building" subtype="palace">"Her <rs type="art" subtype="gem">emerald columns</rs> o'er the marble courts</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="424">
<rs type="building" subtype="palace">" <rs type="art" subtype="gem">Fling
their green rays</rs>
</rs>, as when amid a shower</l>
<l rend="i0" n="425">"The sun shines loveliest on the vernal corn.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="426">"Here <persName>Shedad</persName> bade <rs type="building" subtype="palace">
<rs type="art" subtype="gem">the sapphire floor</rs>
</rs> be laid,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="427">"As tho' with feet divine</l>
<l rend="i4" n="428">"To trample azure light,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="429">"Like <rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest" ref="sky">the
blue pavement of the firmament</rs> .</l>
<l rend="i2" n="430">"Here self-suspended hangs in air,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="431">"As its pure substance loathed material touch,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="432">"The living
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_13">
<p> The <rs type="wealth">Carbuncle</rs> is to be found in most of<rs type="metaplace" subtype="under">
<rs type="building" subtype="palace">the subterranean palaces of Romance</rs>
</rs>. I have no where seen so circumstantial an account of its
wonderful properties as in <bibl>a passage of Thuanus, quoted by
<author>Setphanius</author> in his notes to <title>Saxo
Grammaticus</title>
</bibl>. </p>
<p> "Whilst the King was at <placeName>Bologna</placeName> a stone
wonderful in its species and nature was brought to him from the
<placeName ref="East_Indies">East Indies</placeName>, by <rs type="person">a man unknown, who appeared by his manners to be a
Barbarian</rs>. It sparkled as tho' all burning with an
incredible splendour, flashing radiance, and shooting on every side
its beams, it filled the surrounding air to a great distance with a
light scarcely by any eyes endurable. In this also it was
wonderful, that being most impatient of <placeName ref="Earth_planet">the earth</placeName>, if it was confined, it
would force its way and immediately fly <rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest" ref="sky">aloft</rs>; neither could it be
contained by any art of man in a narrow place, but appeared only to
love those of ample extent. It was of the utmost purity stained by
no soil nor spot. Certain shape it had none, for its figure was
inconstant and momentarily changing, and tho' at a distance it was
beautiful to the eye, it would not suffer itself to be handled with
impunity, but hurt those who obstinately struggled with it, as many
persons before many spectators experienced. If by chance any part
of it was broken off, for it was not very hard, it become nothing
less. <bibl>Thuanus. Lib. 8.</bibl>
</p>
<p> In the <bibl>Mirror of Stones</bibl>, <rs type="myth">Carbuncles
are said to be male and female. The females throw out their
brightness: the stars appear burning within the males</rs>. </p>
<p>
<rs type="myth">Like many other jewels the Carbuncle was supposed
to be an animal substance, formed in the serpent. The serpent's
ingenious method of preserving it from the song of the charmer
is related in an after note</rs>. <bibl>Book 9</bibl>.</p>
</note>
carbuncle;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="433">
<rs type="building" subtype="palace">
<rs type="image" subtype="nature">"Sun of the lofty dome</rs>
</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="434">
<rs type="building" subtype="palace">
<rs type="image" subtype="nature">"Darkness has no dominion o'er its
beams;</rs>
</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="435">
<rs type="building" subtype="palace">
<rs type="image" subtype="nature">"Intense it glows, an ever-flowing
tide</rs>
</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="436">
<rs type="image" subtype="nature">"Of glory, like the day-flood in its
source.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="437">
<rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">"Impious!</rs>
<rs type="image" subtype="nature">the Trees of vegetable gold</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="438">"Such as in <rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Eden">Eden's groves</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="439">"Yet innocent it
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_14">
<p>
<rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Eden">
<persName>Adam</persName>, says <rs type="person" subtype="author">a Moorish Author</rs>, after having eaten
the forbidden fruit, sought to hide himself under the shade of
the trees that form the bowers of <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin" ref="Eden">Paradise</rs>: <name type="myth">the Gold and Silver trees</name> refused their shade to the
father of the human race.<name type="divin">God</name>asked them
why they did so: because, replied the trees, Adam has
transgressed against your commandment. Ye have done well,
answered <name type="divin">the Creator</name>; and that your
fidelity may be rewarded, 'tis my decree that men shall
hereafter become your slaves, and that in search of you they
shall <rs type="earthworks" subtype="mine">dig into the very
bowels of the earth</rs>.</rs>
<bibl>Chenier.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
grew,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="440">"<rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">Impious!</rs> he made
his boast, tho' <name type="divin">heaven</name> had hidden</l>
<l rend="i4" n="441">"So deep <rs type="earthworks" subtype="mine">the baneful
ore</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="442">
<rs type="art" subtype="gem">"That they should branch and bud for him,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="443">
<rs type="art" subtype="gem">"That art should force their blossoms and their
fruit,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="444">"And re-create for him,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="445">"Whate'er was lost in <rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Eden">Paradise</rs>.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="446">"Therefore at <persName>Shedad</persName>'s voice</l>
<l rend="i0" n="447">
<rs type="image" subtype="nature">"Here towered the palm, a silver
trunk,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="448">"The fine gold net-work
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_15">
<p> A great number of stringy fibres seem to stretch out from the
boughs of the Palm, on each side, which cross one another in such a
manner, that they take out from between the boughs, a sort of bark
like close net-work, and this they spin out with the hand, and with
it make cords of all sizes, which are mostly used in
<placeName>Egypt</placeName>. They also make of it a sort of
brush for cloaths. <bibl>
<author>Pococke</author>.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
growing out</l>
<l rend="i4" n="449">"Loose from its rugged boughs.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="450">"<rs type="image" subtype="nature">Tall as the Cedar of
the mountain, here</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="451">"<rs type="image" subtype="nature">Rose the gold branches,
hung with emerald leaves,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="452">
<rs type="image" subtype="nature">"Blossomed with pearls, and rich with ruby
fruit,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="453">"O <placeName>Ad</placeName>! my country! evil was the
day</l>
<l rend="i4" n="454">"That thy unhappy sons</l>
<l rend="i4" n="455">"Crouched at <rs type="building" subtype="palace">this
<persName>Nimrod</persName>'s throne</rs>,
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_16">
<p>
<persName>Shedad</persName> was the first King of the
<orgName>Adites</orgName>. I have ornamented his <rs type="building" subtype="palace">palace</rs> less profusely than
<bibl>the oriental writers who describe it</bibl>. In the notes
to the <bibl>
<hi rend="italic">Bahar-Danush</hi>
</bibl> is the following account of its magnificence from the <bibl>
<hi rend="italic">Tofet al Mujalis</hi>
</bibl>. </p>
<p>
<rs type="building" subtype="palace">
<geogFeat>A pleasant and elevated spot</geogFeat> being fixed
upon, <persName ref="Shedad">Shuddaud</persName> dispatched
<orgName>an hundred chiefs</orgName> to collect
<orgName>skilful artists and workmen from all
countries</orgName>. He also commanded the <orgName>monarchs
of <placeName>Syria</placeName> and
<placeName>Ormus</placeName>
</orgName> to send him all their <rs type="wealth">jewels and
precious stones. Forty camel loads of gold, silver, and
jewels</rs>, were daily used in the building, which contained
a thousand spacious quadrangles of many thousand rooms. <rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">In the areas were <rs type="image" subtype="nature">artificial trees of gold and
silver, whose leaves were emeralds, and fruit clusters of
pearls and jewels</rs>. The ground was strewed with
ambergris, musk, and saffron. Between every two of the
artificial trees was planted one of delicious fruit.</rs>
This romantic abode took up <time>five hundred years</time> in
the completion.</rs> When finished, <persName ref="Shedad">Shuddaud</persName> marched to view it; and, when arrived near,
divided <orgName>two hundred thousand youthful slaves</orgName>,
whom he had brought with him from <placeName>Damascus</placeName>,
into four detachments, which were stationed in cantonments prepared
for their reception on each side of the <rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">garden</rs>, towards which he proceeded with
his favourite courtiers. Suddenly was heard in the air a voice like
thunder, and <persName ref="Shedad">Shuddaud</persName> looking up,
beheld a personage of majestic figure and stern aspect, who said,
"I am the <persName type="meta">Angel of Death</persName>,
commissioned to seize thy impure soul." </p>
<p>
<persName ref="Shedad">Shuddaud</persName> exclaimed, "give me
leisure to enter the <rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">garden</rs>," and was descending from his horse, when the
seizer of life snatched away his impure spirit, and he fell dead
upon the ground. At the same time lightnings flashed and destroyed
<orgName>the whole army of <rs type="person" ref="Shedad">the
infidel</rs>
</orgName>; and <rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Irem_removed">
<placeName ref="Irem">the rose garden of Irim</placeName> became
concealed from the sight of man.</rs>
</p>
</note>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="456">"And placed <rs type="person" ref="Shedad">him</rs> on the
pedestal of power,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="457"> "And laid their liberties beneath his feet, </l>
<l rend="i0" n="458"> "Robbing their children of the heritance </l>
<l rend="i4" n="459"> "Their fathers handed down. </l>
<l rend="i2" n="460">"What was to <rs type="person" ref="Shedad">him</rs>
<rs type="wealth">the squandered wealth</rs>?</l>
<l rend="i0" n="461">"What was to <rs type="person" ref="Shedad">him</rs> the
burthen of the land,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="462">"The lavished misery?</l>
<l rend="i4" n="463">"<rs type="person" ref="Shedad">He</rs> did but speak his
will,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="464">"And like <name type="elemental">the blasting Siroc of
<placeName ref="the_East">the East</placeName>
</name> ,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="465"> "The ruin of the royal voice </l>
<l rend="i4" n="466"> "Found its way every-where. </l>
<l rend="i2" n="467">"<rs type="person" ref="Aswad">I</rs> marvel not that he,
whose power</l>
<l rend="i0" n="468">"No earthly law, no human feeling curbed,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="469">"Mocked at <name type="divin">the living God</name>!</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B1_lg36">
<l rend="i2" n="470">"And now <persName ref="Shedad">the King</persName>'s
command went forth</l>
<l rend="i0" n="471">"Among the people, bidding old and young,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="472">"Husband and wife, the master and the slave,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="473">"<orgName>All the collected multitudes of
<placeName>Ad</placeName>
</orgName>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="474">"Here to repair, and hold high festival,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="475">"That he might see his people, they behold</l>
<l rend="i2" n="476">"Their King's magnificence and power.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="477">"The day of festival arrived,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="478">"Hither they came, the old man and the boy,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="479">"Husband and wife, the master and the slave,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="480">"Hither they came. From yonder high tower top,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="481">"The loftiest of the Palace, <persName>Shedad</persName>
looked</l>
<l rend="i0" n="482">"Down on <orgName>his tribe</orgName>: their tents on
yonder sands</l>
<l rend="i0" n="483">"Rose like <geogFeat>the countless billows of the
sea</geogFeat>.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="484">"Their tread and voices like <placeName ref="Ocean">the
ocean</placeName> roar,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="485">"One deep confusion of tumultuous sounds.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="486">"They saw their <rs type="person" ref="Shedad">King</rs>'s
magnificence; beheld</l>
<l rend="i0" n="487">"<rs type="building" subtype="palace">His Palace sparkling
like the Angel domes </rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="488">"<rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin" ref="Paradise">Of
Paradise</rs>; <rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">his garden</rs>
like <rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Eden">the bowers</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="489">"<rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Eden">Of early
Eden</rs>, and they shouted out</l>
<l rend="i0" n="490">"Great is the <persName ref="Shedad">King</persName>, <rs type="religion" subtype="idol">a<name type="divin">God</name>upon
<placeName ref="the_world">the earth</placeName>
</rs>!</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B1_lg37">
<l rend="i2" n="491">"Intoxicate with joy and pride</l>
<l rend="i4" n="492">"<rs type="person" ref="Shedad">He</rs> heard <rs type="religion" subtype="idol">their blasphemies</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="493">"And in his wantonness of heart he bade</l>
<l rend="i4" n="494">"The <persName>Prophet Houd</persName> be brought,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="495">"And o'er <rs type="building" subtype="palace">the marble
courts</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="496">"And o'er <rs type="building" subtype="palace">the
gorgeous rooms</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="497">"<rs type="building" subtype="palace">Glittering with <rs type="wealth">gems and gold</rs>,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="498">"He led <rs type="person" ref="Houd">the Man of
God</rs>.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="499">"Is not this <rs type="building" subtype="palace">a
stately pile</rs>?"</l>
<l rend="i2" n="500">"Cried <persName ref="Shedad">the Monarch</persName> in
his joy.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="501">"Hath ever eye beheld,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="502">"Hath ever thought conceived,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="503">"Place more magnificent?</l>
<l rend="i2" n="504">"<persName>Houd</persName>, they saw that Heaven
imparted</l>
<l rend="i2" n="505">"To thy lips the words of wisdom!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="506">"<rs type="wealth">Look at the riches round</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="507">"<rs type="wealth">And value them aright</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="508">"If so thy wisdom can."</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B1_lg38">
<l rend="i4" n="509">"<persName ref="Houd">The Prophet</persName> heard his
vaunt</l>
<l rend="i2" n="510">"And answered with an aweful smile,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="511">
<rs type="building" subtype="palace">"Costly thy palace</rs>
<persName ref="Shedad">King</persName>!</l>
<l rend="i2" n="512">"But only in the hour
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_17">
<p>
<bibl>
<author>Lamai</author>
</bibl> relates that <rs type="building" subtype="palace">a great
Monarch, whom he does not name, having erected a superb Palace,
wished to show it to every man of talents and taste in the city;
he therefore invited them to a banquet, and after the repast was
finished asked them if they knew any building more magnificent
and more perfect, in the architecture, in the ornaments and in
the furniture.</rs> All the guests contented themselves with
expressing their admiration, and lavishing praise, except one, who
led a retired and austere life, and was one of those persons whom
<orgName>the Arabians</orgName> call <persName>Zahed</persName>. </p>
<p> This man spoke very freely to the Prince and said to him, <rs type="building" subtype="palace">I find a great defect in this
building, it is, that the foundation is not good, nor the walls
sufficiently strong, so that <persName type="meta">Azrael</persName> can enter on every side, and the <name type="elemental">Sarsar</name> can easily pass thro'. And
when they showed him the walls of the Palace ornamented with
azure and gold, of which the marvellous workmanship surpassed in
costliness the richness of the materials, he replied, there is
still a great inconvenience here! it is that we can never
estimate these works well, till we are laid backwards.</rs>
Signifying by these words that we never understand these things
rightly, till we are upon our death-bed, when we discover their
vanity. <bibl>
<author>D'Herbelot</author>.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
of death</l>
<l rend="i0" n="513">"Man learns to value things like these aright.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B1_lg39">
<l rend="i4" n="514">"Hast thou a fault to find</l>
<l rend="i4" n="515">"In all thine eyes have seen?</l>
<l rend="i4" n="516">"Again the <persName ref="Shedad">King</persName>
exclaimed.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="517">"Yes!" said <rs type="person" ref="Houd">the man of
God</rs>;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="518">"The walls are weak, the building ill secured.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="519">"<persName type="meta">Azrael</persName> can enter in!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="520">"The <name type="elemental">Sarsar</name> can pierce
thro',</l>
<l rend="i4" n="521">"<name type="elemental" ref="Sarsar">The Icy Wind of
Death</name>.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B1_lg40">
<l rend="i0" n="522">"I was beside the <persName ref="Shedad">Monarch</persName> when he spake....</l>
<l rend="i4" n="523">"Gentle the <persName ref="Houd">Prophet</persName>
spake,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="524">"But in his eye there dwelt</l>
<l rend="i0" n="525">"A sorrow that disturbed me while I gazed,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="526">"The countenance of <persName>Shedad</persName> fell,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="527">"And anger sate upon his paler lips.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="528">"He to the high tower top the <persName ref="Houd">Prophet</persName> led,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="529">"And pointed to <orgName ref="Adites">the
multitude</orgName>,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="530">"And as again they shouted out</l>
<l rend="i0" n="531">"Great is <persName ref="Shedad">the King</persName>! <rs type="religion" subtype="idol">a<name type="divin">God</name>
<placeName ref="the_world">upon the Earth</placeName>!</rs>"</l>
<l rend="i2" n="532">"Turned with a threatful smile to
<persName>Houd</persName>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="533">"Say they aright, O <persName ref="Houd">Prophet</persName>? is the <persName ref="Shedad">King</persName>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="534">"Great upon <placeName ref="the_world">earth</placeName>,
<rs type="religion" subtype="idol">a<name type="divin">God</name>among
mankind</rs>?"</l>
<l rend="i4" n="535">"The <persName ref="Houd">Prophet</persName> answered
not,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="536">"His eye rolled round <orgName ref="Adites">the infinite
multitude</orgName>,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="537">"And into tears <rs type="person" ref="Houd">he</rs>
burst.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B1_lg41">
<l rend="i4" n="538">"Sudden an uproar rose,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="539">"A cry of joy below,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="540">"The <persName ref="Kail">Messenger</persName> is
come!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="541">"<persName>Kail</persName> from
<placeName>Mecca</placeName> comes,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="542">"He brings the boon obtained!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B1_lg42">
<l rend="i0" n="543">"Forth as we went we saw where overhead</l>
<l rend="i4" n="544">"There hung a deep black cloud,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="545">"On which the multitude</l>
<l rend="i4" n="546">"With joyful eyes looked up</l>
<l rend="i4" n="547">"And blest the coming rain.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="548">"The <persName ref="Kail">Messenger</persName> addrest the
<persName ref="Shedad">King</persName>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="549">"And told his tale of joy.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B1_lg43">
<l rend="i4" n="550">"To <placeName>Mecca</placeName> I repaired,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="551">"By the <placeName ref="Red_Hillock">Red
Hillock</placeName> knelt</l>
<l rend="i4" n="552">"And called on<name type="divin">God</name>for rain.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="553">"My prayer ascended and was heard;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="554">"Three clouds appeared in <rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest" ref="sky">heaven</rs>.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="555">"One white, and like the flying cloud of noon,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="556">"One red as it had drunk the evening beams,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="557">"One black and heavy with its load of rain.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="558">"A voice went forth from <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin" ref="Heaven">heaven</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="559">"Chuse <persName>Kail</persName> of the three!"</l>
<l rend="i4" n="560">"I thanked <name type="divin">the gracious
Power</name>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="561">"And chose the black cloud, heavy with its wealth."</l>
<l rend="i2" n="562">"Right! right! a thousand tongues exclaimed,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="563">"And all was merriment and joy.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B1_lg44">
<l rend="i0" n="564">"Then stood the <persName ref="Houd">Prophet</persName> up
and cried aloud,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="565">"Woe, woe, to <placeName>Irem</placeName>! woe to
<placeName>Ad</placeName>!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="566">"<name type="myth">
<hi rend="smallcap">Death</hi>
</name> is gone up into her palaces!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="567">"Woe! woe! a day of guilt and punishment,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="568">"A day of desolation!"</l>
<l rend="i8" n="569">"As he spake</l>
<l rend="i0" n="570">"His large eye rolled in horror, and so deep</l>
<l rend="i0" n="571">"His tone, it seemed some Spirit from within</l>
<l rend="i0" n="572">"Breathed thro' his moveless lips
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_18">
<p> </p>
<q>
<lg xml:lang="es">
<l rend="i0">Las horrendas palabras parecian</l>
<l rend="i0">salir por una trompa resontane,</l>
<l rend="i0">y que los yertos labios no movian.</l>
</lg>
<bibl>
<author>Lupercio Leonardo</author>.</bibl>
</q>
</note>
the unearthly voice.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="576">"All looks were turned to him. "O
<placeName>Ad</placeName>!" <rs type="person" ref="Houd">he</rs>
cried,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="577">"Dear native land, by all rememberances</l>
<l rend="i0" n="578">"Of childhood, by all joys of manhood dear;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="579">"<placeName ref="Ad">O Vale of many Waters</placeName>!
morn and night</l>
<l rend="i0" n="580">"My age must groan for you, and to the grave</l>
<l rend="i0" n="581">"Go down in sorrow. Thou wilt give thy fruits,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="582">"But who shall gather them? thy grapes will ripen,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="583">"But who shall tread the wine-press? Fly the wrath,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="584">"Ye who would live and save your souls alive!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="585">"For <rs type="myth">strong is his right hand that bends
the Bow</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="586">"The Arrows that he shoots are sharp,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="587">"And err not from their aim!"
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_19">
<p>
<rs type="devastation">Death is come up into our windows, and
entered into our palaces, to cut off the children from without,
and the young men from the streets.</rs>
<bibl>Jeremiah</bibl> IX. 21.</p>
<p> The Trees shall give fruit and who shall gather them? The Grapes
shall ripen and who shall tread them? for all places shall be
desolate of men. <bibl>2. <author>
<hi rend="italic">Esdras</hi>
</author>. XVI. 25.</bibl>
</p>
<p>
<rs type="devastation">For strong is <rs type="myth">his right hand
that bendeth the Bow</rs>, his arrows that he shooteth are
sharp, and shall not miss when they begin to be shot into
<placeName ref="the_world">the ends of the
world</placeName>.</rs> 2. <bibl>
<author>
<hi rend="italic">Esdras</hi>
</author>. XVI. 13.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B1_lg46">
<l rend="i4" n="588">"With that, a faithful few</l>
<l rend="i0" n="589">"Prest thro' the throng to join him. Then arose</l>
<l rend="i0" n="590">"Mockery and mirth; "go <rs type="person" ref="Houd">bald
head</rs>!" and they mixed</l>
<l rend="i0" n="591">"Curses with laughter. He set forth, yet once</l>
<l rend="i0" n="592">"Looked back,—his eye fell on <rs type="person" ref="Aswad">me</rs>, and <rs type="person" ref="Houd">he</rs> called</l>
<l rend="i0" n="593">"<persName>Aswad</persName>!"... it startled me,... it
terrified,...</l>
<l rend="i0" n="594">"<persName>Aswad</persName>!" again he called,... and <rs type="person" ref="Aswad">I</rs> almost</l>
<l rend="i0" n="595">"Had followed him. O moment fled too soon!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="596">"O moment irrecoverably lost!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="597">"The shouts of mockery made a coward of me;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="598">"He went, and I remained, in fear of <hi rend="smallcap">Man</hi>!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B1_lg47">
<l rend="i4" n="599">"He went, and darker grew</l>
<l rend="i4" n="600">"The deepening cloud above.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="601">"At length it opened, and.... O <name type="divin">God</name>! O <name type="divin">God</name>!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="602">"There were no waters there!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="603">"There fell no kindly rain!</l>
<l rend="i2" n="604">"<name type="elemental">The Sarsar from its womb went
forth,</name>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="605">"<name type="elemental" ref="Sarsar">The Icy Wind of
Death.</name>"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B1_lg48">
<l rend="i0" n="606">
<rs type="devastation">"They fell around me, thousands fell around,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="607">"The <persName ref="Shedad">King</persName> and
<orgName>all his People</orgName> fell.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="608">"All! all! they perished all!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="609">"<rs type="person" ref="Aswad">I ... only I</rs> ... was
left.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="610">"There came <name type="divin">a Voice</name> to me and
said,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="611">"In <time>the Day of Visitation</time>,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="612">"In <time>the fearful Hour of Judgement</time>,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="613">"<name type="divin">God</name> hath remembered <rs type="person" ref="Aswad">thee</rs>."</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B1_lg49">
<l rend="i0" n="614">"When from <rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">an agony of
prayer</rs>
<rs type="person" ref="Aswad">I</rs> rose</l>
<l rend="i4" n="615">"And from <rs type="devastation">the scene of death</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="616">"Attempted to go forth,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="617">"The way was open, <rs type="person" ref="Aswad">I</rs>
beheld</l>
<l rend="i4" n="618">"No barrier to my steps.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="619">"But <rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">round <rs type="place" ref="Irem">these bowers</rs>
</rs> the Arm of<name type="divin">God</name>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="620"> "Had drawn <rs type="metaplace" subtype="barrier" ref="Irem_removed">a mighty chain</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="621"> "<rs type="metaplace" subtype="barrier" ref="Irem_removed">A barrier</rs> that no human force might break. </l>
<l rend="i4" n="622">"Twice <rs type="person" ref="Aswad">I</rs> essayed to
pass.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="623">"With that <name type="divin">the voice</name> was
heard,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="624">"O <persName>Aswad</persName> be content, and bless <name type="divin">the Lord</name>!</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B1_lg50">
<l rend="i4" n="625">"One righteous deed hath saved</l>
<l rend="i4" n="626">"Thy soul from utter death.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="627">"O <persName>Aswad</persName>, sinful man!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="628">"When by long penitence</l>
<l rend="i4" n="629">"Thou feelest thy soul prepared,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="630">"Breathe up the wish to die,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="631">"And <persName type="meta">Azrael</persName> comes,
obedient to the prayer."</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B1_lg51">
<l rend="i4" n="632">"A miserable man</l>
<l rend="i4" n="633">"From <placeName ref="the_world">Earth</placeName> and <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Heaven</rs> shut out,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="634">"<rs type="person" ref="Aswad">I</rs> heard the dreadful
voice.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="635">"<rs type="person" ref="Aswad">I</rs> looked around <rs type="metaplace" subtype="barrier" ref="Irem_removed">my prison
place</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="636">"<orgName ref="Adites">The bodies of the dead</orgName>
were there,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="637">"Where'er <rs type="person" ref="Aswad">I</rs> looked they
lay.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="638">"They mouldered, mouldered here,...</l>
<l rend="i0" n="639">"Their very bones have crumbled into dust,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="640">"<time>So many years have past!</time>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="641">"<time>So many weary ages have gone by!</time>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="642">"And still <rs type="person" ref="Aswad">I</rs> linger
here!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="643">"Still groaning with the burthen of my sins</l>
<l rend="i4" n="644">"Have never dared to breathe</l>
<l rend="i4" n="645">"The prayer to be released."</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B1_lg52">
<l rend="i0" n="646">"Oh! who can tell the unspeakable misery</l>
<l rend="i4" n="647">"Of solitude like this!</l>
<l rend="i2" n="648"> "No sound hath ever reached my ear </l>
<l rend="i4" n="649"> "Save of the passing wind.... </l>
<l rend="i2" n="650"> "The fountain's everlasting flow; </l>
<l rend="i4" n="651"> "The forest in the gale, </l>
<l rend="i4" n="652"> "The pattering of the shower, </l>
<l rend="i4" n="653"> "Sounds dead and mournful all. </l>
<l rend="i2" n="654"> "No bird hath ever closed her wing </l>
<l rend="i2" n="655"> "Upon <rs type="metaplace" subtype="barrier" ref="Irem_removed">these solitary bowers</rs>, </l>
<l rend="i0" n="656"> "No insect sweetly buzzed amid these groves, </l>
<l rend="i4" n="657"> "From all things that have life, </l>
<l rend="i4" n="658"> "Save only me, concealed. </l>
<l rend="i2" n="659"> "This Tree alone that o'er my head </l>
<l rend="i2" n="660"> "Hangs, down its hospitable boughs, </l>
<l rend="i4" n="661"> "And bends its whispering leaves </l>
<l rend="i4" n="662"> "As tho' to welcome me, </l>
<l rend="i4" n="663"> "Seems to partake
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_20">
<p> There are <rs type="science" subtype="botany">several trees or
shrubs of the genus Mimosa</rs>. One of these trees drops its
branches whenever any person approaches it, seeming as if it
saluted those who retire under its shade, this mute hospitality has
so endeared this tree to the <orgName>Arabians</orgName> that the
injuring or cutting of it down is strictly prohibited. <bibl>
<author>
<hi rend="italic">Niebuhr</hi>
</author>.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
of life; </l>
<l rend="i0" n="664">"<rs type="person" ref="Aswad">I</rs> love it as my
friend, my only friend!</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B1_lg53">
<l rend="i0" n="665">"<time>
<rs type="person" ref="Aswad">I</rs> know not for what ages I have
dragged</time>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="666">"This miserable life,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="667">
<time>"How often I have seen</time>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="668">
<time>"<rs type="metaplace" subtype="barrier" ref="Irem_removed">These
antient trees</rs> renewed</time>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="669">
<time>"What countless generations of mankind</time>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="670">
<time>"Have risen and fallen asleep,</time>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="671"> "And <rs type="person" ref="Aswad">I</rs> remain the
same! </l>
<l rend="i2" n="672"> "My garment hath not waxed old, </l>
<l rend="i2" n="673"> "Nor the sole of my shoe hath worn. </l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B1_lg54">
<l rend="i2" n="674">"<rs type="person" ref="Aswad">I</rs> dare not breathe the
prayer to die,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="675">"O <name type="divin">merciful Lord God</name>!...</l>
<l rend="i4" n="676">"But when it is thy will,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="677">"But when <rs type="person" ref="Aswad">I</rs> have
atoned</l>
<l rend="i4" n="678">"For mine iniquities,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="679">"And sufferings have made pure</l>
<l rend="i4" n="680">"My soul with sin defiled,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="681">"Release me in thine own good time,...</l>
<l rend="i0" n="682">"<rs type="person" ref="Aswad">I</rs> will not cease to
praise thee, O <name type="divin">my God</name>!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B1_lg55">
<l rend="i4" n="683">Silence ensued awhile,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="684">Then <persName>Zeinab</persName> answered him.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="685">"Blessed art thou, O <persName>Aswad</persName>! for <name type="divin">the Lord</name>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="686">"Who saved thy soul from <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Hell</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="687">"Will call thee to him in his own good time.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="688">"And would that when my heart</l>
<l rend="i4" n="689">"Breathed up the wish to die,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="690">"<persName type="meta">Azrael</persName> might visit
me!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="691">"Then would I follow where my babes are gone,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="692">"And join <persName>Hodeirah</persName> now!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B1_lg56">
<l rend="i2" n="693">She ceased, and the rushing of wings</l>
<l rend="i2" n="694">Was heard in the stillness of night,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="695">And <persName type="meta">Azrael</persName>, the
Death-Angel stood before them.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="696">His countenance was dark,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="697">Solemn, but not severe,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="698">It awed but struck no terror to the heart.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="699">"<persName>Zeinab</persName>, thy wish is heard!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="700">"<persName>Aswad</persName>, thy hour is come!"</l>
<l rend="i0" n="701">They fell upon the ground and blest the voice,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="702">And <persName type="meta">Azrael</persName> from his
sword</l>
<l rend="i0" n="703">Let drop
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_21">
<p> The <persName type="meta" ref="Azrael">Angel of Death</persName>,
say <orgName>the Rabbis</orgName>, holdeth his sword in his hand at
the bed's head, having on the end thereof three drops of gall, the
sick man spying this deadly Angel, openeth his mouth with fear and
then those drops fall in, of which one killeth him, the second
maketh him pale, the third rotteth and putrifieth. <bibl>
<author>
<hi rend="italic">Purchas</hi>
</author>.</bibl>
</p>
<p> Possibly the expression to taste the bitterness of death, may
refer to this.</p>
</note>
the drops of bitterness and death.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B1_lg57">
<l rend="i0" n="704">"Me too! me too!" young <persName>Thalaba</persName>
exclaimed:</l>
<l rend="i4" n="705">As wild with grief he kissed</l>
<l rend="i4" n="706">
<rs type="person" ref="Zeinab">His Mother</rs>'s livid hand,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="707">
<rs type="person" ref="Zeinab">His Mother</rs>'s quivering lips,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="708">"O <persName type="meta" ref="Azrael">Angel</persName>!
take me too!</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B1_lg58">
<l rend="i0" n="709">"<persName ref="Thalaba">Son of
<persName>Hodeirah</persName>
</persName>!" the <persName type="meta" ref="Azrael">Death-Angel</persName>
cried,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="710">
<time>"It is not yet the hour.</time>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="711">"<persName ref="Thalaba">Son of
<persName>Hodeirah</persName>
</persName>, thou art chosen forth</l>
<l rend="i4" n="712">"To do the will of Heaven;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="713">"To avenge <rs type="person" ref="Hodeirah">thy
Father</rs>'s death,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="714">"The murder of <orgName>thy race</orgName>,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="715">"To work the mightiest enterprise</l>
<l rend="i4" n="716">"That mortal man hath wrought.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="717">"Live! and remember <name type="myth">Destiny</name>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="718">"Hath marked thee from mankind!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B1_lg59">
<l rend="i4" n="719">
<rs type="person" subtype="meta" ref="Azrael">He</rs> ceased, and he was
gone.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="720">Young <persName>Thalaba</persName> looked round,...</l>
<l rend="i0" n="721">
<rs type="building" subtype="palace">The Palace</rs> and <rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">the groves</rs> were seen no more,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="722">He stood amid <geogFeat>the Wilderness</geogFeat>,
alone.</l>
</lg>
</div>
<div type="book" xml:id="Book_2">
<head>THE SECOND BOOK.</head>
<lg xml:id="B2_lg60">
<l rend="i4" n="723">Not in <rs type="place" ref="desert">the desert</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="724">
<persName ref="Thalaba">Son of Hodeirah</persName>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="725">Wert thou abandoned!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="726">
<rs type="image" subtype="human">The coexistent fire,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="727">That in <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Domdaniel_Cave"> the Dens of Darkness </rs> burnt for thee,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="728">Burns yet, and yet shall burn.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B2_lg61">
<l rend="i2" n="729">In <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Domdaniel_Cave">the Domdaniel caverns </rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="730">
<rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Under_Ocean">Under the Roots of
the Ocean</rs>, </l>
<l rend="i4" n="731">Met <orgName ref="Dom">the Masters of the
Spell</orgName>.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="732">Before them in <geogFeat>the vault</geogFeat>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="733">Blazing unfuelled from <geogFeat>the floor of
rock</geogFeat>,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="734">
<rs type="image" subtype="human">Ten magic flames arose</rs>.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="735">
<rs type="image" subtype="human">"Burn mystic fires!"</rs>
<persName>Abdaldar</persName> cried,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="736">"Burn whilst <orgName>
<persName>Hodeirah</persName>'s dreaded race</orgName> exist.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="737">
<time>"This is the appointed hour,</time>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="738">
<time>"The hour that shall secure <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Domdaniel_Cave">these dens of night</rs>."</time>
</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B2_lg62">
<l rend="i2" n="739">
<rs type="image" subtype="human">"Dim they burn,"</rs> exclaimed
<persName>Lobaba</persName>,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="740">
<rs type="image" subtype="human">"Dim they burn, and now they waver!</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="741">"<persName>Okba</persName> lifts the arm of death,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="742">
<rs type="image" subtype="human">"They waver,... they go out!</rs>
</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B2_lg63">
<l rend="i4" n="743">"Curse on <rs type="person" ref="Okba">his hasty
hand</rs>!"</l>
<l rend="i4" n="744">
<persName>Khawla</persName> exclaimed in wrath,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="745">
<rs type="person" ref="Khawla">The woman-fiend</rs> exclaimed,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="746">"Curse on his hasty hand, <rs type="person" ref="Okba">the
fool</rs> hath failed!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="747">
<rs type="image" subtype="human">"Eight only are gone out."</rs>
</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B2_lg64">
<l rend="i0" n="748">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">A <name type="zomb">Teraph</name>
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_22">
<p>
<rs type="religion" subtype="idol">The manner how the <name type="zomb">Teraphim</name> were made is fondly conceited
thus among <orgName>the Rabbies</orgName>. They killed <rs type="person">a man that was a first born son</rs>, and
wrung off his head, and seasoned it with salt and spices, and
<rs type="script" subtype="eng">wrote upon a plate of gold
the name of an uncleane spirit</rs>, and put it under the
head upon a wall, and lighted candles before it and
worshipped it.</rs>
<bibl>
<author>Godwyn</author>'s Moses and Aaron.</bibl>
</p>
<p> In <bibl>
<author>
<hi rend="italic">Rabbi Eleazar</hi>
</author>
</bibl> it is said to be the head of <rs type="person">a
child</rs>.</p>
</note>
stood against <geogFeat>the cavern side</geogFeat>,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="749">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">
<rs type="person">A new-born infant</rs>'s head,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="750">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">That <persName>Khawla</persName>
<time>at his hour of birth</time> had seized</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="751">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">And from the shoulders wrung.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="752">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">It stood upon a plate of gold,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="753">
<rs type="script" subtype="eng">
<name type="divin">An unclean Spirit</name>'s name inscribed
beneath.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="754">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">The cheeks were deathy dark,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="755">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">Dark the dead skin upon the hairless
skull;</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="756">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">The lips were bluey pale;</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="757">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">Only the eyes had life,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="758">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">They gleamed with demon light.</rs>
</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B2_lg65">
<l rend="i0" n="759">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">"Tell me!" quoth
<persName>Khawla</persName>, "is <rs type="image" subtype="human">the
Fire</rs> gone out</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="760">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">"That threats <orgName ref="Dom">the
Masters of the Spell</orgName>?"</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="761">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">The dead lips moved and spake,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="762">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">"<rs type="image" subtype="human">The
Fire</rs> still burns that threats</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="763">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">"<orgName ref="Dom">The Masters of the
Spell</orgName>."</rs>
</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B2_lg66">
<l rend="i2" n="764">"Curse on thee, <persName>Okba</persName>!"
<persName>Khawla</persName> cried,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="765">As to the den <persName ref="Okba">the Sorcerer</persName>
came,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="766">He bore the dagger in his hand</l>
<l rend="i0" n="767">Hot from the murder of <orgName>
<persName>Hodeirah</persName>'s race</orgName>.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="768">
<rs type="image" subtype="human">"Behold those unextinguished flames!</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="769">"<rs type="image" subtype="human">The fire still
burns</rs> that threats</l>
<l rend="i4" n="770">"<orgName ref="Dom">The Masters of the
Spell</orgName>!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="771">"<persName>Okba</persName>, wert thou weak of heart?</l>
<l rend="i4" n="772">"<persName>Okba</persName>, wert thou blind of eye?</l>
<l rend="i2" n="773">"Thy fate and ours were on the lot,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="774">"And <rs type="science" subtype="astro">we believed the
lying stars</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="775">"<rs type="science" subtype="astro">That said thy hand
might seize the auspicious hour!</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="776">"Thou hast let slip <rs type="myth">the reins of <name type="myth">Destiny</name>
</rs>,...</l>
<l rend="i4" n="777">"Curse thee, curse thee, <persName>Okba</persName>!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B2_lg67">
<l rend="i4" n="778">
<persName ref="Okba">The Murderer</persName> answering said,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="779">"O <orgName ref="Dom">versed in all enchanted
lore</orgName>,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="780">"Thou better knowest <persName>Okba</persName>'s soul.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="781">"Eight blows <rs type="person" ref="Okba">I</rs> struck,
eight home-driven blows,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="782">"Needed no second stroke</l>
<l rend="i4" n="783">"From this envenomed blade.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="784">"Ye frown at me as if the will had failed,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="785">"As if ye did not know</l>
<l rend="i0" n="786">"My double danger from <orgName>
<persName>Hodeirah</persName>'s race</orgName>,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="787">"The deeper hate I feel,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="788">"The stronger motive that inspired my arm!</l>
<l rend="i2" n="789">"Ye frown as if my hasty fault,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="790">"My ill-directed blow</l>
<l rend="i4" n="791">"Had spared the enemy,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="792">"And not <rs type="science" subtype="astro">the stars that
would not give</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="793">"And not <rs type="science" subtype="orac">your feeble
spells</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="794">"<rs type="science" subtype="orac">That could not force,
the sign</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="795">"Which of the whole was he!</l>
<l rend="i2" n="796">"Did ye not bid me strike them all?</l>
<l rend="i0" n="797">"Said ye not root and branch should be destroyed?</l>
<l rend="i2" n="798">"I heard <persName>Hodeirah</persName>'s dying groan,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="799">"I heard <orgName>his Children</orgName>'s shriek of
death,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="800">"And sought to consummate the work,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="801">"But o'er <rs type="person" ref="Zeinab Thalaba">the two
remaining lives</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="802"> "<rs type="metaplace" subtype="barrier" ref="impenetrable_cloud">A cloud unpierceable</rs> had risen, </l>
<l rend="i2" n="803"> "A cloud that mocked my searching eyes. </l>
<l rend="i0" n="804"> "I would have probed it with the dagger-point, </l>
<l rend="i4" n="805"> "The dagger was repelled, </l>
<l rend="i4" n="806">"<name type="divin">A Voice</name> came forth and
cried</l>
<l rend="i0" n="807">"<persName ref="Okba">Son of Perdition</persName>, cease!
thou canst not change</l>
<l rend="i0" n="808">"<rs type="script" subtype="book">What in the Book of
Destiny is written</rs>."</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B2_lg68">
<l rend="i2" n="809">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">
<persName>Khawla</persName> to the <name type="zomb">Teraph</name>
turned,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="810">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">"Tell me where <persName>the
Prophet</persName>'s hand</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="811">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">"Hides <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">our
destined enemy</rs>?"</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="812">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">
<name type="zomb" ref="Teraph">The dead
lips</name> spake again,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="813">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">"<rs type="person" ref="Teraph">I</rs>
view the seas, I view the land,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="814">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">"I search <placeName ref="Ocean">the
ocean</placeName> and <placeName ref="Earth_planet">the
earth</placeName>!</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="815">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">"Not on <placeName>Ocean</placeName> is
the Boy,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="816">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">"Not on <placeName ref="Earth_planet">Earth</placeName> his steps are seen."</rs>
</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B2_lg69">
<l rend="i0" n="817">"A mightier power than we," <persName>Lobaba</persName>
cried,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="818">"Protects <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">our destined
foe</rs>!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="819">"Look! look! <rs type="image" subtype="human">one fire
burns dim!</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="820">
<rs type="image" subtype="human">"It quivers! it goes out!"</rs>
</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B2_lg70">
<l rend="i4" n="821">
<rs type="image" subtype="human">It quivered, it was quenched.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="822">
<rs type="image" subtype="human">One flame alone was left,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="823">
<rs type="image" subtype="human">A pale blue flame that trembled on the
earth,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="824">
<rs type="image" subtype="human">A hovering light upon whose shrinking
edge</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="825">
<rs type="image" subtype="human">The darkness seemed to press.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="826">
<rs type="image" subtype="human">Stronger it grew, and spread</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="827">
<rs type="image" subtype="human">Its lucid swell around,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="828">
<rs type="image" subtype="human">Extending now <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Domdaniel_Cave">where all the ten had
stood</rs>,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="829">
<rs type="image" subtype="human">With lustre more than all.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="830">At that protentous sight,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="831">The <orgName ref="Dom">children of Evil</orgName>
trembled</l>
<l rend="i4" n="832">And Terror smote their souls.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="833">Over <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Domdaniel_Cave">the den</rs>
<rs type="image" subtype="human">the fire</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="834">
<rs type="image" subtype="human">Its fearful splendour cast,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="835">
<rs type="image" subtype="human">The broad base rolling up in wavy
streams,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="836">Bright as the summer lightning when it spreads</l>
<l rend="i2" n="837">Its glory o'er the <time>midnight</time>
<rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest" ref="sky">heaven</rs>.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="838">The <rs type="science" subtype="orac">
<name type="zomb">Teraphs</name> eyes</rs> were dimmed,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="839">That like two twinkling stars</l>
<l rend="i4" n="840">Shone in the darkness late.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="841">
<orgName ref="Dom">The Sorcerers</orgName> on each other gazed,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="842">And every face all pale with fear,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="843">And ghastly in that light was seen</l>
<l rend="i0" n="844">Like a dead man's <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">by the sepulchral lamp</rs>.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B2_lg71">
<l rend="i0" n="845">Even <persName>Khawla</persName> fiercest of <orgName ref="Dom">the enchanter brood</orgName>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="846">Not without effort drew</l>
<l rend="i4" n="847">Her fear suspended breath.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="848">Anon a deeper rage</l>
<l rend="i4" n="849">Inflamed her reddening eye.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="850">"Mighty is thy power, <persName>Mohammed</persName>!"</l>
<l rend="i2" n="851">Loud in blasphemy she cried,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="852">"But <name type="divin">Eblis</name>
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_23">
<p>
<name type="divin">The Devil</name>, whom
<persName>Mohammed</persName> names <name type="divin">Eblis</name>, from his dispair, was once one of those
<orgName>Angels</orgName> who are nearest to <name type="divin">God</name>'s presence, called <persName ref="Eblis">Azazil</persName>; and fell (according to <rs type="script" subtype="holy">the doctrine of <title>the Koran</title>
</rs>)
for refusing to pay homage to <persName>Adam</persName> at the
command of<name type="divin">God</name>. <bibl>Koran. Chap.</bibl>
2. 7. 15. </p>
<p>
<name type="divin">God</name>created the body of
<persName>Adam</persName> of <hi rend="italic">Salsal</hi>, that
is of dry but unbaked clay; and left it forty nights, or according
to others, forty years, lying without a soul; and <name type="divin">the Devil</name> came to it, and kicked it, and it
sounded. And <name type="divin">God</name> breathed into it a soul
with his breath, sending it in at his eyes, and he himself saw his
nose still dead clay, and the soul running thro him, till it
reached his feet, when he stood upright. <bibl>Maracci.</bibl>
</p>
<p>
<rs type="art" subtype="illus">In <title>the Nuremberg
Chronicle</title> is a print of the creation of
<persName>Adam</persName>, the body is half made, growing out
of a heap of clay under <name type="divin">the Creator</name>'s
hands.</rs>
<rs type="art" subtype="illus">A still more absurd print represents
Eve half way out of his side.</rs>
</p>
</note>
would not stoop to <orgName>man</orgName>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="853">"When <persName ref="Adam">Man</persName> fair statured as
the stately palm,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="854">"From his <name type="divin">Creator</name>'s hand</l>
<l rend="i4" n="855">"Was undefiled and pure.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="856">"Thou art mighty, <persName ref="Mohammed">O Son of
<persName>Abdallah</persName>
</persName>!</l>
<l rend="i2" n="857">"But who is he of woman born</l>
<l rend="i0" n="858">"That shall vie with the might of <name type="divin">Eblis</name>?</l>
<l rend="i0" n="859">"That shall rival <name type="divin" ref="Eblis">the
Prince of the Morning</name>?"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B2_lg72">
<l rend="i2" n="860">She said, and raised her skinny hand</l>
<l rend="i2" n="861">As in defiance to high <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Heaven</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="862">And stretched her long lean finger forth</l>
<l rend="i2" n="863">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">And spake aloud the words of power.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="864">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">
<orgName>The Spirits</orgName> heard her call,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="865">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">And lo! before her stands</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="866">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">Her <name type="divin">Demon
Minister</name>.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="867">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">"<name type="divin">Spirit</name>!" the
<persName ref="Khawla">Enchantress</persName> cried,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="868">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">"Where lives <persName ref="Thalaba">the
Boy</persName> coeval with whose life</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="869">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">"Yon magic fire must burn?"</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i8" n="870">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">
<name type="divin">DEMON</name>.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="871">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">
<persName ref="Khawla">Mistress of the mighty Spell</persName>,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="872">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">
<rs type="metaplace" subtype="barrier" ref="Irem_removed">Not on
<placeName>Ocean</placeName>, not on <placeName ref="Earth_planet">Earth</placeName>
</rs>.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="873">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">Only eyes that view</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="874">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">
<rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin" ref="throne_of_God">
<name type="divin">Allah</name>'s glory throne</rs>,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="875">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">See <rs type="metaplace" subtype="barrier" ref="Irem_removed">his hiding-place</rs>.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="876">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">From some <name type="divin">believing
Spirit</name>, ask and learn.</rs>
</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B2_lg73">
<l rend="i2" n="877">"Bring the dead <persName>Hodeirah</persName> here,"</l>
<l rend="i2" n="878">
<persName>Khawla</persName> cried, "and he shall tell."</l>
<l rend="i0" n="879">The <persName>Demon</persName> heard her bidding, and was
gone.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="880">A moment passed, and at her feet</l>
<l rend="i4" n="881">
<name type="zomb">
<persName>Hodeirah</persName>'s corpse</name> was laid.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="882">His hand still held the sword he grasped in death,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="883">The blood not yet had clotted on his wound.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B2_lg74">
<l rend="i2" n="884">
<persName ref="Khawla">The Sorceress</persName> looked and with a smile</l>
<l rend="i2" n="885">That kindled to more fiendishness</l>
<l rend="i4" n="886">Her hideous features, cried,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="887">"Where <persName>Hodeirah</persName> is thy soul?</l>
<l rend="i4" n="888">"Is it in the
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_24">
<p> These lines contain the various opinions of the
<orgName>Mohammedans</orgName> respecting the intermediate state
of the Blessed, till the Day of Judgment.</p>
</note>
Zemzem well?</l>
<l rend="i4" n="889">"Is it in <rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Eden">the Eden groves</rs>?</l>
<l rend="i4" n="890">"Waits it for the judgement-blast</l>
<l rend="i4" n="891">"In <rs type="myth">the trump of <name type="divin">Israfil</name>
</rs>?</l>
<l rend="i4" n="892">"Is it plumed with silver wings</l>
<l rend="i4" n="893">"Underneath <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin" ref="throne_of_God">the throne of <name type="divin">God</name>
</rs>?</l>
<l rend="i4" n="894">"Even if beneath his throne</l>
<l rend="i4" n="895">"<persName>Hodeirah</persName>, thou shalt hear,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="896">"Thou shalt obey my voice!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B2_lg75">
<l rend="i0" n="897">She said, and <rs type="science" subtype="orac">muttered
charms</rs> that <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Hell</rs> in
fear</l>
<l rend="i4" n="898">And <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Heaven</rs> in
horror heard.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="899">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">Soon the stiff eye-balls
rolled,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="900">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">The muscles with
convulsive motion shook,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="901">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">The white lips
quivered.</rs>
<persName>Khawla</persName> saw, her soul</l>
<l rend="i4" n="902">Exulted, and she cried,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="903">"<persName ref="Mohammed">Prophet</persName>! behold my
power!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="904">"Not even death secures</l>
<l rend="i4" n="905">"Thy slaves from <rs type="science" subtype="orac">
<persName>Khawla</persName>'s Spell</rs>!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="906">"Where <persName>Hodeirah</persName> is thy child?"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B2_lg76">
<l rend="i2" n="907">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">
<persName>Hodeirah</persName> groaned and closed his eyes,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="908">As if in the night and the blindness of death</l>
<l rend="i4" n="909">He would have hid himself.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B2_lg77">
<l rend="i2" n="910">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">"Speak to my question!" she
exclaimed,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="911">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">"Or in that mangled body thou shall
live</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="912">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">"<time>Ages of torture</time>! answer
me!</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="913">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">"Where can we find <persName ref="Thalaba">the Boy</persName>?"</rs>
</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B2_lg78">
<l rend="i4" n="914">"<name type="divin">God</name>! God!
<persName>Hodeirah</persName> cried,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="915">"Release me from this life,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="916">"From this intolerable agony!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B2_lg79">
<l rend="i2" n="917">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">"Speak!" cried <persName ref="Khawla">the
Sorceress</persName>; and she snatched</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="918">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">A Viper from the floor,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="919">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">And with the living reptile lashed
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_25">
<p> Excepting in this line I have avoided all resemblances to
<bibl>the powerful poetry of <author>Lucan</author>
</bibl>. </p>
<q>
<lg xml:lang="la">
<l rend="i0">Aspicit astantem projecti corporis umbram,</l>
<l rend="i0">Exanimes artus, invisaque claustra timentem</l>
<l rend="i0">Carceris antiqui, pavet ire in pectus
apertum,</l>
<l rend="i0">Visceraque, et ruptas letali vulnere fibras.</l>
<l rend="i0">Ah miser, extremum cui mortis munus iniquæ</l>
<l rend="i0">Eripitur, non posse mori! miratur Erichtho</l>
<l rend="i0">Has fatis licuisse moras, irataque morti</l>
<l rend="i0">Verberat immotum vivo serpente cadaver.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:lang="la">
<l rend="i0">Protinus astrictus caluit cruor, atraque
fovit</l>
<l rend="i0">Vulnera, et in venas extremaque membra
cucurrit.</l>
<l rend="i0">Percussæ gelido trepidant sub pectore fibræ;</l>
<l rend="i0">Et nova desuetis subrepens vita medullis,</l>
<l rend="i0">Miscetur morti, tunc omnis palpitat artus;</l>
<l rend="i0">Tenduntur nervi; nec se tellure cadaver</l>
<l rend="i0">Paulatim per membra levat, terraque repulsum
est,</l>
<l rend="i0">Erectumque simul. Distento lumina rictu</l>
<l rend="i0">Nudantur. Nondum facies viventis in illo,</l>
<l rend="i0">Jam morientis erat; remanet pallorque
rigorque,</l>
<l rend="i0">Et stupet illatus mundo.</l>
</lg>
<bibl>
<author>Lucan.</author>
</bibl>
</q>
<p> A curious instance of French taste occurs in this part of <bibl>
<author>Brebeuf</author>'s translation</bibl>. The
re-animated corpse is made the corpse of
<persName>Burrhus</persName>, of whose wife <persName>Octavia
Sextus</persName> is enamoured. Octavia hears that her
husband has fallen in battle, she seeks his body, but in vain. A
light at length leads her to <rs type="science" subtype="orac">the scene of <persName>Erichtho</persName>'s incantations,
and she beholds Burrhus, to all appearance living. The witch
humanely allows them time for a long conversation, which is
very complimentary on the part of the husband.</rs>
</p>
<p>
<persName>Brebeuf</persName> was a man of genius. The <bibl>
<title>Pharsalia</title>
</bibl> is as well told in his version as it can be in the
detestable French heroic couplet, which epigrammatizes every
thing. He had courage enough, tho' a Frenchman, to admire
<persName>Lucan</persName>,—and yet could not translate him
without introducing a love-story.</p>
</note>
his neck.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="939">Wreathed, round him with the blow,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="940">The Reptile tighter drew her folds</l>
<l rend="i4" n="941">And raised her wrathful head,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="942">And fixed into his face</l>
<l rend="i4" n="943">Her deadly teeth, and shed</l>
<l rend="i4" n="944">Poison in every wound.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="945">In vain! for <name type="divin">Allah</name> heard
<persName>Hodeirah</persName>'s prayer,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="946">And <persName>Khawla</persName> on a corpse</l>
<l rend="i4" n="947">Had wrecked her baffled rage.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="948">
<rs type="image" subtype="human">The fated fire</rs> moved on</l>
<l rend="i0" n="949">And round the Body wrapt its funeral flames.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="950">The flesh and bones in that portentous pile</l>
<l rend="i4" n="951">Consumed; the Sword alone,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="952">Circled with fire was left.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B2_lg82">
<l rend="i0" n="953">Where is <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">the Boy</rs> for
whose hand it is destined?</l>
<l rend="i0" n="954">Where the Destroyer who one day shall wield</l>
<l rend="i2" n="955">The Sword that is circled with fire?</l>
<l rend="i4" n="956">
<orgName>Race accursed</orgName>, try your charms!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="957">
<orgName ref="Dom">Masters of the mighty Spell</orgName>,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="958">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">Mutter o'er your words of power!</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="959">
<rs type="devastation">Ye can shatter the dwellings of man,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="960">
<rs type="science" subtype="phys">Ye can open <geogFeat>the womb of the
rock</geogFeat>,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="961">
<rs type="science" subtype="phys">Ye can shake the foundations of
earth,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="962">But not <rs type="script" subtype="holy">the Word of <name type="divin">God</name>
</rs>:</l>
<l rend="i2" n="963">
<rs type="script" subtype="holy">But not one letter can ye change</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="964">
<rs type="script" subtype="holy">Of what <name type="divin">his Will</name>
hath written!</rs>
</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B2_lg83">
<l rend="i4" n="965">Who shall seek thro' <placeName>Araby</placeName>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="966">
<persName ref="Thalaba">
<persName>Hodeirah</persName>'s dreaded son</persName>?</l>
<l rend="i2" n="967">
<rs type="religion" subtype="idol">They mingle the Arrows
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_26">
<p> This was one of the superstitions of the <orgName>Pagan
Arabs</orgName> forbidden by
<persName>Mohammed</persName>.</p>
</note>
of Chance</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="968">The lot of <persName>Abdaldar</persName> is drawn.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="969">
<time>Thirteen moons must wax and wane</time>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="970">Ere <persName ref="Abdaldar">the Sorcerer</persName> quit
his quest.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="971">He must visit <orgName>every tribe</orgName>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="972">That roam <rs type="place" ref="desert">the desert
wilderness</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="973">Or dwell <geogFeat>beside perennial
streams</geogFeat>;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="974">Nor leave a solitary tent unsearched</l>
<l rend="i4" n="975">Till he has found <persName ref="Thalaba">the
Boy</persName>,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="976">
<persName ref="Thalaba">The hated Boy</persName> whose blood alone</l>
<l rend="i4" n="977">Can quench that <rs type="image" subtype="human">dreaded
fire</rs>.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B2_lg84">
<l rend="i2" n="978">
<rs type="art" subtype="gem">A crystal ring</rs>
<persName>Abdaldar</persName> bore,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="979">
<rs type="earthworks" subtype="mine">The powerful gem
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_27">
<p> Some imagine that the crystal is snow turned to ice which has
been hardening thirty years, and is turned to a rock by age. <bibl>
<title>
<hi rend="italic">Mirror of Stones</hi>
</title>, <hi rend="italic">by</hi>
<author>
<hi rend="italic">Camillus Leonardus</hi>
</author>
<hi rend="italic">Physician of <persName>Pisaro</persName>,
dedicated to <persName>Cæsar Borgia</persName>
</hi>. </bibl>
</p>
<p> "In the cabinet of <persName>the Prince of
<placeName>Monaco</placeName>
</persName> among other rarities are two pieces of crystal each
larger than both hands clenched together. In the middle of one
is about a glass full of water, and in the other is some moss,
naturally enclosed there when the crystals congealed. These
pieces are very curious. <bibl>Tavernier.</bibl>
</p>
<p> Crystal, precious stones, every stone that has a regular
figure, and even flints in small masses and consisting of
concentric coats, whether found in the perpendicular fissures of
rocks, or elsewhere, are only exudations, or the concreting
juices of flint in large masses; they are, therefore, new and
spurious productions, the genuine <geogFeat>stalactites of flint
or of granite</geogFeat>. <bibl>Buffen.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
condensed</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="980">Primeval dews that upon <placeName>Caucasus</placeName>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="981">Felt the first winter's frost.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="982">
<geogFeat>Ripening there it lay beneath</geogFeat>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="983">
<geogFeat>Rock above rock, and mountain ice up-piled</geogFeat>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="984">
<geogFeat>On mountain</geogFeat>, till the incumbent mass assumed,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="985">So huge its bulk, the <placeName>Ocean</placeName>'s azure
hue.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B2_lg85">
<l rend="i2" n="986">With this he sought <rs type="metaplace" subtype="barrier" ref="Domdaniel_Cave">the inner den</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="987">Where burnt <rs type="image" subtype="human">the eternal
flame</rs>.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="988">Like <geogFeat>waters gushing from some channelled
rock</geogFeat>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="989">Full thro' a narrow opening, <geogFeat>from a
chasm</geogFeat>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="990">
<geogFeat>
<rs type="image" subtype="human">The eternal flame</rs> streamed
up</geogFeat>.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="991">No eye beheld the fount</l>
<l rend="i4" n="992">Of that <rs type="image" subtype="human">up-flowing
flame</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="993">That blazed self-nurtured, and for ever, there.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="994">It was <name type="elemental">no mortal element</name>: <geogFeat>
<placeName>the Abyss</placeName>
</geogFeat>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="995">Supplied it, from the fountains at the first</l>
<l rend="i0" n="996">Prepared. <geogFeat>In the heart of earth</geogFeat> it
lives and glows</l>
<l rend="i0" n="997">Her vital heat, <time>till at the day decreed</time>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="998">The voice of<name type="divin">God</name>shall let its
billows loose,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="999">To deluge o'er with no abating flood</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1000">The consummated <placeName ref="the_world">World</placeName>;</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1001">That thenceforth thro' the air must roll,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1002">
<rs type="myth">
<name type="elemental">The penal Orb of Fire</name>
</rs>.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B2_lg86">
<l rend="i2" n="1003">Unturbaned and unsandalled there,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1004">
<persName>Abdaldar</persName> stood <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Domdaniel_Cave">before the flame</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1005">And held <rs type="art" subtype="gem">the Ring</rs>
beside, and spake</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1006">
<rs type="script" subtype="nature">The language that <name type="elemental">the Elements</name> obey.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1007">
<rs type="science" subtype="electric">The <rs type="image" subtype="human">obedient flame</rs> detatched a portion forth,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1008">
<rs type="science" subtype="electric">That, in the crystal entering, was
condensed,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1009">
<rs type="science" subtype="electric">Gem of the gem, its living Eye of
fire.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1010">When the hand that wears the spell</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1011">Shall touch <persName ref="Thalaba">the destined
Boy</persName>,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1012">
<rs type="science" subtype="electric">Then shall that Eye be quenched,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1013">
<rs type="science" subtype="electric">And the freed <name type="elemental">Element</name>
</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1014">
<rs type="science" subtype="electric">Fly to its sacred and remembered
<geogFeat>Spring</geogFeat>.</rs>
</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B2_lg87">
<l rend="i2" n="1015">Now go thy way <persName>Abdaldar</persName>!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1016">Servant of <name type="divin">Eblis</name>,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1017">Over <placeName>Arabia</placeName>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1018">Seek <persName ref="Thalaba">the
Destroyer</persName>!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1019">Over <geogFeat>the sands of the scorching
<placeName>Tchama</placeName>
</geogFeat>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1020">Over <geogFeat>the waterless mountains of
<placeName>Naïd</placeName>
</geogFeat>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1021">In <placeName>Arud</placeName> pursue him; and
<placeName>Yemen</placeName> the happy,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1022">And <placeName>Hejaz</placeName>, the country beloved by
believers.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1023">Over <placeName>Arabia</placeName>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1024">Servant of <name type="divin">Eblis</name>,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1025">Seek <persName ref="Thalaba">the
Destroyer</persName>.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B2_lg88">
<l rend="i2" n="1026">From tribe to tribe, from town to town,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1027">From tent to tent, <persName>Abdaldar</persName>
past.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1028">Him <time>every morn</time>
<name type="divin">the all-beholding Eye</name>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1029">Saw from his couch, unhallowed by a prayer,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1030">Rise to the scent of blood,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1031">And <time>every night</time> lie down.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1032">That rankling hope within him, that by day</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1033">Goaded his steps, <rs type="dream">still stinging him in
sleep</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1034">
<rs type="dream">And startling him with vain accomplishment</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1035">
<rs type="dream">From visions still the same.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1036">Many a time his wary hand</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1037">
<rs type="science" subtype="electric">To many a youth applied <rs type="art" subtype="gem">the Ring</rs>,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1038">And still the dagger in his mantle hid</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1039">Was ready for the deed.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B2_lg89">
<l rend="i2" n="1040">At length to the cords of a tent</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1041">That were stretched <geogFeat>by an Island of
Palms</geogFeat>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1042">
<geogFeat>In the desolate sea of the sands</geogFeat>,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1043">The weary traveller came.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1044">Under a shapely palm,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1045">Herself as shapely, there <rs type="person" ref="Oneiza">a Damsel</rs> stood.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1046">She held her ready robe</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1047">And looked towards <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">a
Boy</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1048">Who from the tree above</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1049">With one hand clinging to its trunk,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1050">Cast with the other down the clustered dates.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B2_lg90">
<l rend="i4" n="1051">
<persName ref="Abdaldar">The Wizard</persName> approached the Tree,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1052">He leaned on his staff, like a way-faring man,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1053">And the sweat of his travel was seen on his brow.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1054">He asks for food, and lo!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1055">
<rs type="person" ref="Oneiza">The Damsel</rs> proffers him her lap of
dates.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1056">And <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">the Stripling</rs>
descends, and runs into the tent</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1057">And brings him forth water, the draught of delight.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B2_lg91">
<l rend="i2" n="1058">Anon <persName>the Master of the tent</persName>,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1059">
<persName>The Father of the family</persName>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1060">Came forth, a man in years, of aspect mild.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1061">To <rs type="person" ref="Abdaldar">the stranger</rs>
approaching he gave</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1062">The friendly saluting of peace,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1063">And bade the skin be spread.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1064">Before the tent they spread the
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_28">
<p> With <orgName>the Arabs</orgName> either a round skin is laid on
the ground for a small company, or large course woollen cloths for
a great number spread all over the room, and about ten dishes
repeated six or seven times over, laid round at a great feast, and
whole sheep and lambs boild and roasted in the middle. When one
company has done, another sits round, even to the meanest, till all
is consumed. And <rs type="person">an Arab Prince</rs> will often
dine in the street before his door and call to all that pass even
beggars, in the usual expression, <hi rend="italic">
<name type="divin">Bisimillah</name>
</hi>, that is, in the name of <name type="divin">God</name>; who
come and sit down and when they have done, give their <hi rend="italic">
<name type="divin">Hamdellilah</name>
</hi>, that is,<name type="divin">God</name>be praised, for
<orgName>the Arabs</orgName> who are great levellers, put every
body on a footing with them, and it is by such generosity and
hospitality that they maintain their interest. <bibl>
<author>Pococke</author>
</bibl>. </p>
</note>
skin,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1065">
<geogFeat>Under a Tamarind's shade,</geogFeat>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1066">That bending forward, stretched</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1067">Its boughs of beauty far.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1068">They brought the Traveller rice,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1069">With no false colours
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_29">
<p> 'Tis the custom of <placeName>Persia</placeName> to begin their
feasts with fruits and preserves. We spent two hours in eating only
those and drinking beer, hydromel and aquavitæ. Then was brought up
the meat in great silver dishes, they were full of rice of divers
colours, and upon that, several sorts of meat boild and roasted, as
beef, mutton, tame fowl, wild ducks, fish and other things, all
very well ordered and very delicate. </p>
<p>
<orgName>The Persians</orgName> use no knives at table, but the
Cooks send up the meat ready cut up into little bits, so that it
was no trouble to us to accustome ourselves to their manner of
eating. Rice serves them instead of bread. They take a mouthful of
it, with the two fore-fingers and the thumb, and so put it into
their mouths. Every table had a carver, whom they call Suffret-zi,
who takes the meat brought up in the great dishes, to put it into
lesser ones, which he fills with 3 or 4 sorts of meat, so as that
every dish may serve 2 or at most 3 persons. There was but little
drunk till towards the end of the repast, and then the cups went
about roundly, and the dinner was concluded with a vessel of
porcelane, full of a hot blackish kind of drink, which they call
Kahawa. <bibl>Ambassadors Travels.</bibl>
</p>
<p> They laid upon the floor of the Ambassadors room a fine silk
cloth, on which there set <rs type="wealth">one and 30 dishes of
silver</rs>, filled with several sorts of conserves, dry and
liquid, and raw fruits, as Melons, Citrons, Quinces, Pears, and
some others not known in <placeName>Europe</placeName>. Some time
after that cloth was taken away that another might be laid in the
room of it, and upon this was set rice of all sorts of colours and
all sorts of meat boyld and roasted in above <rs type="wealth">fifty dishes of the same metal</rs>. <bibl>Amb. Tra.</bibl>
</p>
<p> There is not any thing more ordinary in
<placeName>Persia</placeName> than rice soaked in water, they
call it Plau and eat of it at all their meals, and serve it up in
all their dishes. They sometimes put thereto a little of the juice
of pomegranates or cherries and saffron, insomuch that commonly you
have rice of several colours in the same dish. <bibl>Amb.
Tra.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
tinged to tempt the eye,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1070">But white as the new-fallen snow,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1071">When never yet the sullying Sun</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1072">Hath seen its purity,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1073">Nor the warm Zephyr touched and tainted it.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1074">The dates of the grove before their guest</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1075">They laid, and the luscious fig,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1076">And water from the well.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1077">The Damsel from the Tamarind tree</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1078">Had plucked its acid fruit</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1079">And steeped it in water long;</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1080">And whoso drank of the cooling
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_30">
<p> The Tamarind is equally useful and agreable, it has a pulp of a
vineous taste, of which a wholesome refreshing liquor is prepared,
its shade shelters houses from the torrid heat of the sun, and its
fine figure greatly adorns the scenery of the country.
<bibl>Niebuhr.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
draught</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1081">He would not wish for wine.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1082">This to <rs type="person" subtype="Abdaldar">the
guest</rs>
<rs type="person" ref="Oneiza">the Damsel</rs> brought,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1083">And a modest pleasure kindled her cheek,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1084">When raising from the cup his moistened lips</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1085">
<persName ref="Abdaldar">The Stranger</persName> smiled, and praised, and
drank again.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B2_lg92">
<l rend="i4" n="1086">Whither is gone <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">the
Boy</rs>?</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1087">He had pierced the Melon's pulp</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1088">And closed with wax the wound,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1089">And he had duly gone at morn</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1090">And watched its ripening rind,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1091">And now all joyfully he brings</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1092">The treasure now matured.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1093">His dark eyes sparkle with a boy's delight.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1094">As he pours out its liquid
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_31">
<p> Of pumpkins and melons several sorts grow naturally in the woods,
and serve for feeding Camels. But the proper melons are planted in
the fields, where a great variety of them is to be found, and in
such abundance, that <orgName>the Arabians</orgName> of all ranks
use them, for some part of the year, as their principal article of
food. They afford a very agreeable liquor. When its fruit is nearly
ripe, a hole is pierced into the pulp, this hole is then stopped
with wax, and the melon left upon the stalk. Within a few days the
pulp is in consequence of this process, converted into a delicious
liquor. <bibl>Niebuhr.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
lusciousness</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1095">And proffers to the guest.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B2_lg93">
<l rend="i0" n="1096">
<persName>Abdaldar</persName> ate, and he was satisfied:</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1097">And now his tongue discoursed</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1098"> Of regions far remote,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1099">As one whose busy feet had travelled long.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1100">The Father of the family,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1101">With a calm eye and quiet smile,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1102">Sate pleased to hearken him.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1103">
<rs type="person" ref="Oneiza">The Damsel</rs> who removed the meal,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1104">She loitered on the way</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1105">And listened with full
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_32">
<p> l'aspect imprévu de tant de Castillans, D'étonnement, d'effroi,
peint ses regards brillans; Ses mains du choix des fruits se
formant une etude, Demeurent un moment dans la même attitude. <bibl>
<author>Madame Boccage</author>. <title>La
Colombiade</title>.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
hands</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1106">A moment motionless.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1107">All eagerly <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">the Boy</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1108">Watches <persName ref="Abdaldar">the
Traveller</persName>'s lips,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1109">And still the wily man</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1110">With seemly kindness to <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">the eager Boy</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1111">Directs his winning tale.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1112">Ah, <rs type="person" ref="Abdaldar">cursed man!</rs> if
this be he,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1113">If thou hast found the object of thy search,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1114">Thy hate, thy bloody aim,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1115">Into what deep damnation wilt thou plunge</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1116">Thy miserable soul!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1117">Look! how his eye delighted watches thine!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1118">Look! how his open lips</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1119">Gasp at the winning tale!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1120">And nearer now he comes</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1121">To lose no word of that delightful talk.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1122">Then, as in familiar mood,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1123">Upon <persName ref="Thalaba">the Stripling</persName>'s
arm</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1124">
<persName ref="Abdaldar">The Sorcerer</persName> laid his hand,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1125">
<rs type="science" subtype="electric">And the fire of <rs type="art" subtype="gem">the Crystal</rs> fled.</rs>
</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B2_lg94">
<l rend="i4" n="1126">Whilst the sudden shoot of joy</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1127">Made pale <persName>Abdaldar</persName>'s cheek,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1128">
<persName>The Master</persName>'s voice was heard:</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1129">"It is the hour
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_33">
<p>
<time>
<orgName>The Arabians</orgName> divide their day into twenty
four hours, and reckon them from one setting sun to another. As
very few among them know what a watch is, and as they conceive,
but imperfectly the duration of an hour, they usually determine
time almost as when we say, it happened about noon, about
evening, &c. The moment when the Sun disappears is called
<hi rend="italic">Maggrib</hi>, about two hours afterwards
they call it <hi rend="italic">El ascha</hi>; two hours later,
<hi rend="italic">El märfa</hi>; midnight <hi rend="italic">Nus el lejl</hi>: the dawn of morning <hi rend="italic">El
fadsjer</hi>: sun rise <hi rend="italic">Es subhh</hi>. They
eat about nine in the morning, and that meal is called <hi rend="italic">El ghadda</hi>; noon <hi rend="italic">El
duhhr</hi>; three hours after noon <hi rend="italic">El
asr</hi>. Of all these divisions of time only noon and
midnight are well ascertained; they both fall upon the twelfth
hour. The others are earlier or later as the days are short or
long. The five hours appointed for prayer are <hi rend="italic">Maggrib, Nus el lejl, El fedsjer, Duhhr</hi>, and <hi rend="italic">El asr</hi>.</time>
<bibl>Niebuhr. Desc. del Arabie.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
of prayer,...</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1130">
<rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">"My children, let us purify
ourselves</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1131">
<rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">"And praise <name type="divin">the Lord
our God</name>!"</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1132">
<rs type="person" subtype="Thalaba">The Boy</rs> the water brought,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1133">
<rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">After the law
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_34">
<p>
<rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">The use of the bath was
forbidden <orgName>the Moriscoes</orgName> in
<placeName>Spain</placeName>, as being an <hi rend="italic">anti-christian</hi> custom!</rs>
<rs type="religion" subtype="Cathol">I recollect no superstition
but the Catholic in which nastiness is accounted a virtue; as
if, says <persName>Jortin</persName>, piety and filth were
synonimous, and religion like the itch, could he caught by
wearing foul cloaths</rs>.</p>
</note>
they purified themselves,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1134">
<rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">And bent their faces to the earth in
prayer.</rs>
</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B2_lg95">
<l rend="i0" n="1135">All, save <persName>Abdaldar</persName>; over
<persName>Thalaba</persName>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1136">He stands, and lifts the dagger to destroy.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1137">Before his lifted arm received</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1138">Its impulse to descend,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1139">
<name type="elemental" ref="Simoom">The Blast of the <rs type="place" ref="desert">Desert</rs>
</name> came.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1140">Prostrate in prayer, <orgName>the pious family</orgName>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1141">Felt not <name type="elemental">the Simoom</name>
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_35">
<p> The effects of the Simoom are instant suffocation to every living
creature that happens to be within the sphere of its activity, and
immediate putrefaction of the carcases of the dead. The Arabians
discern its approach by an unusual redness in the air, and they say
that they feel a smell of sulphur as it passes. The only means by
which any person can preserve himself from suffering by these
noxious blasts, is by throwing himself down with his face upon the
earth, till this whirlwind of poisonous exhalations has blown over,
which always moves at a certain height in the atmosphere. Instinct
even teaches the brutes to incline their heads to the ground on
these occasions. <bibl>Niebuhr.</bibl>
</p>
<p>
<orgName>The Arabs</orgName> of <rs type="place" ref="desert">the
desert</rs> call these winds <hi rend="italic">
<name type="elemental" ref="Simoom">Semoum</name>
</hi> or poison, and <orgName>the Turks</orgName>
<hi rend="italic">
<name type="elemental" ref="Simoom">Shamyela</name>
</hi>, or <name type="elemental" ref="Simoom">wind of
<placeName>Syria</placeName>
</name>, from which is formed the <hi rend="italic">
<name type="elemental">Samiel</name>
</hi>. </p>
<p> Their heat is sometimes so excessive that it is difficult to form
any idea of its violence without having experienced it; but it may
be compared to the heat of a large oven at the moment of drawing
out the bread. When these winds begin to blow, the atmosphere
assumes an alarming aspect. The sky at other times so clear, in
this climate, becomes dark and heavy; the sun loses his splendour
and appears of a violet colour. The air is not cloudy, but grey and
thick, and is in fact filled with an extremely subtile dust, which
penetrates every where. This wind, always light and rapid, is not
at first remarkably hot, but it increases in heat in proportion as
it continues. All animated bodies soon discover it, by the change
it produces in them. The lungs which a too rarefied air no longer
expands, are contracted and become painful. Respiration is short
and difficult, the skin parched and dry, and the body consumed by
an internal heat. In vain is recourse had to large draughts of
water; nothing can restore perspiration. In vain is coolness sought
for; all bodies in which it is usual to find it, deceives the hand
that touches them. <rs type="science" subtype="phys">Marble, iron,
water, notwithstanding the sun no longer appears, are hot.</rs>
The streets are deserted, and the dead silence of night reigns
every where. <orgName>The inhabitants of houses and
villages</orgName> shut themselves up in their houses, and those
of <rs type="place" ref="desert">the desert</rs> in their tents, or
in <rs type="earthworks" subtype="mine">pits they dig in the
earth</rs>, where they wait the termination of this destructive
heat. It usually <time>lasts three days</time>, but if it exceeds
that time it becomes insupportable. Woe to <rs type="person">the
traveller</rs> whom this wind surprizes remote from shelter! he
must suffer all its dreadful consequences which sometimes are
mortal. The danger is most imminent when it blows in squalls, for
then the rapidity of the wind increases the heat to such degree as
to cause sudden death. This death is a real suffocation; the lungs
being empty, are convulsed, the circulation disordered, and the
whole mass of blood driven by the heart towards the head and
breast; whence that hæmorrhage at the nose and mouth which happens
after death. This wind is especially fatal to <orgName>persons of a
plethoric habit</orgName>, and those in whom fatigue has
destroyed the tone of the muscles and the vessels. The corpse
remains a long time warm, swells, turns blue and is easily
separated; all which are signs of that putrid fermentation which
takes place in animal bodies when the humours become stagnant.
These accidents are to be avoided by stopping the nose and mouth
with handkerchiefs; an efficacious method likewise is that
practised by the camels, who bury their noses in the sand and keep
them there till the squall is over. </p>
<p> Another quality of this wind is its extreme aridity; which is
such, that water sprinkled on the floor evaporates in a few
minutes. By this extreme dryness it withers and strips all the
plants, and by exhaling too suddenly the emanations from animal
bodies, crisps the skin, closes the pores, and causes that feverish
heat which is the invariable effect of suppressed perspiration. <bibl>
<author>Volney</author>.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
pass.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1142">They rose, and lo! <persName ref="Abdaldar">the
Sorcerer</persName> lying dead,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1143">Holding the dagger in his blasted hand.</l>
</lg>
</div>
<!--ebb: 8 July 2013. Context coding to here: end of Book II.-->
<div type="book" xml:id="Book_3">
<head>THE THIRD BOOK.</head>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg96">
<l rend="i8" n="1144">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg97">
<l rend="i0" n="1145">Oneiza, look! the dead man has a ring,...</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1146">Should it be buried with him?</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg98">
<l rend="i8" n="1147">ONEIZA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg99">
<l rend="i10" n="1148">Oh yes ... yes!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1149">A wicked man! all that he has must needs</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1150">Be wicked too!</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg100">
<l rend="i8" n="1151">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg101">
<l rend="i6" n="1152">But see,... the sparkling stone!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1153">How it has caught the glory of the Sun,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1154">And streams it back again in lines of light!</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg102">
<l rend="i8" n="1155">ONEIZA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg103">
<l rend="i0" n="1156">Why do you take it from him Thalaba?...</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1157">And look at it so near?... it may have charms</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1158">To blind, or poison ... throw it in <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">the grave</rs>!...</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1159">I would not touch it!</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg104">
<l rend="i8" n="1160">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg105">
<l rend="i8" n="1161">And around its rim</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1162">Strange letters,...</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg106">
<l rend="i8" n="1163">ONEIZA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg107">
<l rend="i8" n="1164">Bury it.... Oh! bury it!</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg108">
<l rend="i8" n="1165">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg109">
<l rend="i0" n="1166">It is not written as the <bibl>Koran</bibl> is;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1167">Some other tongue perchance ... the accursed man</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1168">Said he had been a traveller.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg110">
<l rend="i8" n="1169">MOATH.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg111">
<l rend="i6" n="1170">
<hi rend="italic">coming from the tent.</hi>
</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg112">
<l rend="i10" n="1171">Thalaba,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1172">What hast thou there?</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg113">
<l rend="i8" n="1173">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg114">
<l rend="i8" n="1174">A ring the dead man wore,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1175">Perhaps my father, you can read its meaning.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg115">
<l rend="i8" n="1176">MOATH.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg116">
<l rend="i0" n="1177">No Boy,... the letters are not such as ours.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1178">Heap the sand over it! a wicked man</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1179">Wears nothing holy.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg117">
<l rend="i8" n="1180">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg118">
<l rend="i8" n="1181">Nay! not bury it!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1182">It may be that some traveller who shall enter</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1183">Our tent, may read them: or if we approach</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1184">Cities where strangers dwell and learned men,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1185">They may interpret.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg119">
<l rend="i8" n="1186">MOATH.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg120">
<l rend="i8" n="1187">It were better hid</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1188">Under <rs type="place" ref="desert">the desert
sands</rs>. This wretched man,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1189">Whom<name type="divin">God</name>hath smitten in the very
purpose</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1190">And impulse of his unpermitted crime,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1191">Belike was some Magician, and these lines</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1192">Are of the language that the Demons use.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg121">
<l rend="i8" n="1193">ONEIZA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg122">
<l rend="i0" n="1194">Bury it! bury it ... dear Thalaba!</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg123">
<l rend="i8" n="1195">MOATH.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg124">
<l rend="i0" n="1196">Such cursed men there are upon <rs type="place" ref="Earth_planet">the earth</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1197">In league and treaty with the Evil powers,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1198">The covenanted enemies of<name type="divin">God</name>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1199">And of all good, dear purchase have they made</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1200">Of rule, and riches, and their life-long sway,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1201">Masters, yet slaves of <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Hell</rs>. <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Under_Ocean">Beneath the Roots</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1202">Of Ocean, <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Domdaniel_Cave">the Domdaniel caverns</rs> lie:</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1203">Their impious meeting; there they learn the words</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1204">Unutterable by man who holds his hope</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1205">Of <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Heaven</rs>,
there brood the Pestilence, and let</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1206">The Earthquake loose.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg125">
<l rend="i8" n="1207">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg126">
<l rend="i6" n="1208"> And he who would have killed me</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1209">Was one of these?</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg127">
<l rend="i8" n="1210">MOATH.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg128">
<l rend="i6" n="1211">I know not, but it may be</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1212">That on the Table of Destiny, thy name</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1213">Is written their Destroyer, and for this</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1214">Thy life by yonder miserable man</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1215">So sought; so saved by interfering <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Heaven</rs>.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg129">
<l rend="i8" n="1216">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg130">
<l rend="i0" n="1217">His ring has some strange power then?</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg131">
<l rend="i8" n="1218">MOATH.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg132">
<l rend="i13" n="1219">Every gem,
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_36">
<p> From the <hi rend="italic">Mirror of Stones</hi> I extract a few
specimens of the absurd ideas once prevalent respecting precious
stones. </p>
<p>
<rs type="art" subtype="gem">The <hi rend="italic">Amethyst</hi>
drives away drunkenness; for being bound on the navel, it
restrains the vapour of the wine, and so disolves the ebriety.
</rs>
</p>
<p>
<rs type="art" subtype="gem">
<hi rend="italic">Alectoria</hi> is a
stone of a christalline colour, a little darkish, somewhat
resembling limpid water; and sometimes it has veins of the
colour of flesh. Some call it <hi rend="italic">Gallinaceus</hi>, from the place of its generation, the
intestines of capons, which were castrated at three years old,
and had lived seven, before which time the stone ought not to be
taken out, for the older it is, so much the better. When the
stone is become perfect in the Capon, he do'nt drink. However
tis never found bigger than a large bean. The virtue of this
stone is to render him who carries it invisible, being held in
the mouth it allays thirst, and therefore is proper for
wrestlers; makes a woman agreable to her husband; bestows honors
and preserves those already acquired; it frees such as are
bewitched; it renders a man eloquent, constant, agreable and
amiable; it helps to regain a lost Kingdom, and acquire a
foreign one.</rs>
</p>
<p>
<rs type="art" subtype="gem">
<rs type="science" subtype="phys">
<hi rend="italic">Borax</hi>, <hi rend="italic">Nos a</hi>,
<hi rend="italic">Crapondinus</hi>, are names of the same
stone, which is extracted from a toad. There are two species;
that which is the best is rarely found; the other is black or
dun with a cerluean glow, having in the middle the similitude
of an eye, and must be taken out while the dead toad is yet
panting, and these are better than those which are extracted
from it after a long continuance in the ground. They have a
wonderful efficacy in poisons. For whoever has taken poison,
let him swallow this; which being down, rolls about the
bowels, and drives out every poisonous quality that is lodged
in the intestines, and then passes thro' the fundament, and
is preserved.</rs>
</rs>
</p>
<p>
<rs type="art" subtype="gem">
<hi rend="italic">Corvia</hi> or <hi rend="italic">Corvina</hi>, is a Stone of a reddish colour,
and accounted artificial. On the calends of April boil the eggs
taken out of a Crow's nest till they are hard: and being cold
let them be placed in the nest as they were before. When the
crow knows this, she flies a long way to find the stone, and
having found it returns to the nest, and the eggs being touched
with it, they become fresh and prolific, the Stone must
immediately be snatched out of the nest, its virtue is to
increase riches, to bestow honors, and to foretell many future
events.</rs>
</p>
<p>
<rs type="art" subtype="gem">
<hi rend="italic">Kinocetus</hi> is a
stone not wholly useless—since it will cast out Devils</rs>
</p>
</note>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1220">So sages say, has virtue; but the science</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1221">Of difficult attainment, some grow pale</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1222">Conscious of poison,
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_37">
<p> Giafar, the founder of the Barmecides, being obliged to fly from
<placeName>Persia</placeName> his native country, took refuge at
<placeName>Damascus</placeName>, and implored the protection of
the Caliph Soliman. When he was presented to that Prince, the
Caliph suddenly changed colour and commanded him to retire,
suspecting that he had poison about him. Soliman had discovered it
by means of ten stones which he wore upon his arm. They were
fastened there like a bracelet, and never failed to strike one
against the other and make a slight noise when any poison was near.
Upon enquiry it was found that Giafar carried poison in his ring,
for the purpose of self-destruction in case he had been taken by
his enemies. <bibl>Marigny.</bibl>
</p>
<p> These foolish old superstitions have died away, and gems are now
neither pounded as poison nor worn as antidotes. But the old
absurdities respecting poisons have been renewed in our days, by
Authors who have revived the calumnies alledged against the
Knights-Templar, with the hope of exciting a more extensive
persecution.</p>
</note>
or with sudden shade</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1223">Of darkness, warn the wearer; same preserve</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1224">From spells, or blunt the hostile weapon's
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_38">
<p>
<rs type="science" subtype="botany">In the country called
<placeName>Panten</placeName> or Tathalamasin, "there be
canes called Cassan, which overspread the earth like glasse, and
out of every knot of them spring foorth certaine branches, which
are continued upon the ground almost for the space of a mile.
<rs type="science" subtype="phys">In the sayd canes there are
found certaine stones, one of which stones whosoever carryeth
about with him, cannot be wounded with any yron: and
therefore the men of that country for the most part carry
such stones with them, withersoever they goe. Many also cause
one of the armes of their children, while they are young, to
be launced, putting one of the said stones into the wound,
healing also, and closing up the said wound with the powder
of a certain fish (the name whereof I do not know) which
powder doth immediately consolidate and cure the said wound.
And by the vertue of these stones, the people aforesaid doe
for the most part triumph both on sea and land.</rs> Howbeit
there is one kind of stratageme which the enemies of this
nation, knowing the vertue of the sayd stones, doe practise
against them: namely, they provide themselves armour of yron or
steele against their arrowes, and weapons also poisoned with the
poyson of trees, and they carry in their hands wooden stakes
most sharp and hard-pointed, as if they were yron: likewise they
shoot arrowes without yron heades, and so they confound and slay
some of their unarmed foes trusting too securely unto the vertue
of their stones.</rs>
<bibl>Odoricus in Hakluyt.</bibl>
</p>
<p>
<rs type="art" subtype="gem"> We are obliged to Jewellers for our
best accounts of <placeName ref="the_East">the
East</placeName>.</rs> In <bibl>Tavernier</bibl> there is a
passage curiously characteristic of his profession. <rs type="art" subtype="gem">A European at <placeName>Delhi</placeName>
complained to him that he had polished and set a large diamond
for <persName>Aureng-zebe</persName>, who had never paid him for
his work. But he did not understand his trade, says Tavernier,
for if he had been a skilful Jeweller he would have known how to
take two or three pieces out of the stone, and pay himself
better than the Mogul would have done.</rs>
</p>
</note>
edge.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1225">Some open rocks and mountains, and lay bare</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1226">Their buried treasures; others make the sight</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1227">Strong to perceive the presence of all Beings</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1228">Thro' whose pure substance the unaided eye</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1229">Passes, like empty air ... and in <rs type="art" subtype="gem">yon stone</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1230">I deem some such misterious quality.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg133">
<l rend="i8" n="1231">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg134">
<l rend="i0" n="1232">My father, I will wear it.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg135">
<l rend="i8" n="1233">MOATH.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg136">
<l rend="i10" n="1234">Thalaba!</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg137">
<l rend="i8" n="1235">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg138">
<l rend="i0" n="1236">In God's name, and the Prophet's! be its power</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1237">Good, let it serve the righteous: if for evil,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1238">God and my trust in him shall hallow it.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg139">
<l rend="i4" n="1239">So Thalaba drew on</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1240">
<rs type="art" subtype="gem">
<rs type="script" subtype="eng">The written ring of gold</rs>.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1241">Then in <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin" ref="Tombs">the hollow grave</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1242">They laid <persName>Abdaldar</persName>'s corpse,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1243">And levelled over him <rs type="place" ref="desert">the
desert</rs> dust.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg140">
<l rend="i0" n="1244">The Sun arose, ascending from beneath</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1245">The horizon's circling line.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1246">As Thalaba to his ablutions went,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1247">Lo! <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">the
grave</rs> open, and the corpse exposed!</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1248">It was not that the winds of night</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1249">Had swept away the sands that covered it,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1250">For heavy with the undried dew</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1251">
<rs type="place" ref="desert">The desert dust</rs> was
dark and close around;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1252">And the night air had been so moveless calm,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1253">It had not from the grove</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1254">Shaken a ripe date down.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg141">
<l rend="i4" n="1255">Amazed to hear the tale</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1256">Forth from the tent came <persName>Moath</persName> and
his child.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1257">Awhile the thoughtful man surveyed the corpse</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1258">Silent with downward eyes,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1259">Then turning spake to <persName>Thalaba</persName> and
said,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1260">"I have heard that there are places by the abode</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1261">"Of holy men, so holily possessed,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1262">"That if a corpse be buried there, the ground</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1263">"With a convulsive effort shakes it out,
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_39">
<p> And <persName>Elisha</persName> died, and they buried him. And the
bands of the <orgName>Moabites</orgName> invaded the land at the
coming in of the year. </p>
<p> And it came to pass as they were burying a man, that behold they
spied a band of men; and they cast the man into the <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under">sepulchre of Elisha</rs>: and
when the man was let down, and touched the bones of Elisha, he
revived and stood up on his feet. <bibl>II. <title>
<hi rend="italic">Kings.</hi>
</title> XIII. 20. 21. </bibl>
</p>
<p> I must remind my readers that an allusion to the <bibl>Old
Testament</bibl> is no ways improper in a Mohammedan. </p>
<p> It happened the dead corps of a man was cast ashore at
<placeName>Chatham</placeName>, and being taken up was buried
decently in the Church yard; now there was an image or rood in the
Church called our Lady of Chatham, this Lady, say the Monks, went
the next night and roused up the Clerk, telling him that a sinful
person was buried near the place where she was worshipped, who
offended her eyes with his ghastly grinning, and unless he were
removed, to the great grief of good people she must remove from
thence and could work no more miracles. Therefore she desired him
to go with her to take him up, and throw him into the river again:
which being done, soon after the body floated again, and was taken
up and <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">buried in
the Church yard</rs>; but from that time all miracles ceased,
and the place where he was buried did continually sink downwards.
This tale is still remembered by some aged people, receiving it by
tradition from the popish times of darkness and idolatry.
<bibl>Admirable Curiosities, Rarites and Wonders in
<placeName>England</placeName>.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1264">"Impatient of pollution. Have the feet</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1265">"Of Prophet or Apostle blest this place?</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1266">"<persName>Ishmael</persName>, or
<persName>Houd</persName>, or <persName>Saleh</persName>, or than
all,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1267">"<persName>Mohammed</persName>, holier name? or is the
man</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1268">"So foul with magic and all blasphemy,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1269">"That <placeName ref="Earth_planet">Earth</placeName>
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_40">
<p>
<bibl>Matthew of Westminister</bibl> says the history of the Old
Woman of <placeName>Berkeley</placeName>, will not appear
incredible, if we read <bibl>the dialogue of St. Gregory</bibl> in
which he relates how the body of a man buried in the church was
thrown out by the Devils: <persName>Charles Martel</persName> also
because he had appropriated great part of the tythes to pay his
soldiers, was most miserably by the wicked Spirits taken bodily out
of <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">his grave</rs>. </p>
<p>
<rs type="place" ref="Turkey">The Turks </rs>report, as a certain
truth, that the corps of Heyradin Barbarossa was found, four or
five times, out of the ground, lying by <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">his sepulchre</rs>, after he had
been there inhumed: nor could they possibly make him lie quiet in
his grave, till a Greek wizzard counselled them to bury a black dog
together with the body; which done, he lay still, and gave them no
farther trouble. <bibl>Morgan's History of Algiers.</bibl>
</p>
<p> In supernatural affairs dogs seem to possess a sedative virtue.
When peace was made, about the year 1170, between the Earls of
<placeName>Holland</placeName>, and
<placeName>Flanders</placeName>, "it was concluded that Count
Floris should send unto Count Philip, a thousand men, expert in
making of ditches, to stop the hole which had beene made neere unto
Dam, or the Sluce, whereby the countrey was drowned round about at
everie high sea; the which the Flemings could by no meanes fil up,
neither with wood, nor any other matter, for that all sunke as in a
gulfe without any bottome; whereby, in succession of time,
<placeName>Bruges</placeName> and all that jurisdiction, had
been in danger to have bin lost by inundation, and to become all
sea, if it were not speedily repaired. Count Floris having taken
possession of the isle of Walchran, returned into
<placeName>Holland</placeName>, from whence hee sent the best
workmen he could find in all his countries, into
<placeName>Flanders</placeName>, to make dikes and causeies, and
to stop the hole neere unto this Dam, or Sluce, and to recover the
drowned land. These diggers being come to the place, they found at
the entrie of this bottomlesse hole a Sea-dog, the which for six
dayes together, did nothing but crie out and howle very fearefully.
They, not knowing what it might signifie, having consulted of this
accident, they resolved to cast this dogge into the hole. There was
a mad-headed Hollander among the rest, who going into the bottome
of the dike, tooke the dogge by the taile, and cast him into the
middest of the gulfe; then speedily they cast earth and torfe into
it, so as they found a bottome, and by little and little filled it
up. And for that many workemen came to the repairing of this dike,
who for that they would not be far from their worke, coucht in
Cabines, which seemed to be a pretie towne. Count Philip gave unto
all these Hollanders, Zeelanders and others, that would inhabit
there, as much land as they could recover from
<placeName>Dam</placeName> to <placeName>Ardenbourg</placeName>,
for them and their successors, for ever, with many other immunities
and freedoms. By reason whereof many planted themselves there, and
in succession of time, made a good towne there, the which by reason
of this dog, which they cast into the hole, they named <hi rend="italic">Hondtsdam</hi>, that is to say, <hi rend="italic">a dog's sluce</hi>; <hi rend="italic">Dam</hi> in Flemish
signifying a sluce, and <hi rend="italic">Hondt</hi> a dog: and
therefore at this day, the said towne (which is simply called <hi rend="italic">Dam</hi>) carrieth a dog in their armes and
blason. <bibl>Grimestone's Historie of the
<placeName>Netherlands</placeName>
</bibl>, 1608. </p>
</note>
like Heaven rejects him? it is best</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1270">"Forsake the station. Let us strike our tent.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1271">"The place is tainted ... and behold</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1272">"The Vulture
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_41">
<p> The Vulture is very serviceable in <placeName>Arabia</placeName>,
clearing the earth of all carcases, which corrupt very rapidly in
hot countries. He also destroys the field mice which multiply so
prodigiously in some provinces, that were it not for this
assistance, the peasant might cease from the culture of the fields
as absolutely vain. Their performance of these important services
induced <rs type="place" ref="Egypt">the antient Egyptians</rs> to
pay those birds divine honours, and even at present it is held
unlawful to kill them in all the countries which they frequent.
<bibl>Niebuhr.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
hovers yonder, and his scream</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1273">"Chides us that we still we scare him from his
banquet.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1274">"So let the accursed one</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1275">"Find fitting sepulchre."</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg142">
<l rend="i2" n="1276">Then from the pollution of death</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1277">With water they made themselves pure,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1278">And <persName>Thalaba</persName> drew up</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1279">The fastening of the cords,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1280">And <persName>Moath</persName> furled the tent,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1281">And from the grove of palms <persName>Oneiza</persName>
led</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1282">The Camels, ready to receive their load.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg143">
<l rend="i4" n="1283">The dews had ceased to steam</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1284">Towards the climbing Sun,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1285">When from the <placeName>Isle of Palms</placeName> they
went their way.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1286">And when the Sun had reached his southern height,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1287">As back they turned their eyes,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1288">The distant Palms arose</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1289">Like to the top-sails of some far-off fleet</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1290">Distinctly seen, where else</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1291">The <placeName ref="Ocean">Ocean</placeName> bounds had
blended with <rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest" ref="sky">the
sky</rs>.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1292">And when the eve came on</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1293">The sight returning reached the grove no more.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1294">They planted the pole of their tent,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1295">And they laid them down to repose.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg144">
<l rend="i2" n="1296">At midnight <persName>Thalaba</persName> started up,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1297">For he felt that the ring on his finger was moved.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1298">He called on <name type="divin">Allah</name> aloud,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1299">And he called on the Prophet's name.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1300">Moath arose in alarm,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1301">"What ails thee Thalaba?" he cried,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1302">"Is the Robber of night at hand?"</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1303">"Dost thou not see," the youth exclaimed,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1304">"A Spirit in the Tent?"</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1305">
<persName>Moath</persName> looked round and said,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1306">"The moon beam shines in the Tent,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1307">"I see thee stand in the light,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1308">"And thy shadow is black on the ground."</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg145">
<l rend="i4" n="1309">Thalaba answered not.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1310">"Spirit!" he cried, "what brings thee here?</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1311">"In the name of the Prophet, speak,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1312">"In the name of <name type="divin">Allah</name>,
obey!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg146">
<l rend="i0" n="1313">He ceased, and there was silence in the Tent.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1314">"Dost thou not hear?" quoth
<persName>Thalaba</persName>.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1315">The listening man replied,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1316">"I hear the wind, that flaps</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1317">"The curtain of the Tent.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg147">
<l rend="i2" n="1318">"The Ring! the Ring!" the youth exclaimed.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1319">"For that the Spirit of Evil comes,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1320">"By that I see, by that I hear.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1321">"In the name of <name type="divin">God</name>, I ask
thee</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1322">"Who was he that slew my Father?"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg148">
<l rend="i8" n="1323">DEMON.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg149">
<l rend="i2" n="1324">Master of the powerful Ring!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1325">
<persName>Okba</persName>, the wise Magician, did the
deed.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg150">
<l rend="i8" n="1326">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg151">
<l rend="i2" n="1327">Where does the Murderer dwell?</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg152">
<l rend="i8" n="1328">DEMON.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg153">
<l rend="i4" n="1329">In the <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Domdaniel_Cave">Domdaniel caverns</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1330">
<rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Under_Ocean">Under the Roots of the Ocean</rs>.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg154">
<l rend="i8" n="1331">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg155">
<l rend="i0" n="1332">Why were my Father and my brethren slain?</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg156">
<l rend="i8" n="1333">DEMON.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg157">
<l rend="i2" n="1334">We knew from the <orgName>race of Hodeirah</orgName>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1335">The destined destroyer would come.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg158">
<l rend="i8" n="1336">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg159">
<l rend="i2" n="1337">Bring me my father's sword.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg160">
<l rend="i8" n="1338">DEMON.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg161">
<l rend="i2" n="1339">A fire surrounds the fated-sword,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1340">No Spirit or Magician's hand</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1341">Can pierce that guardian flame.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg162">
<l rend="i8" n="1342">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg163">
<l rend="i2" n="1343">Bring me his bow and his arrows.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg164">
<l rend="i0" n="1344">Distinctly <persName>Moath</persName> heard his voice,
and She</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1345">Who thro' <rs type="metaplace" subtype="barrier">the Veil
of Separation</rs>, watched</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1346">All sounds in listening terror, whose suspense</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1347">Forbade the aid of prayer.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1348">They heard the voice of Thalaba;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1349">But when the Spirit spake, the motionless air</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1350">Felt not the subtle sounds,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1351">Too fine for mortal sense.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg165">
<l rend="i0" n="1352">On a sudden the rattle of arrows was heard,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1353">And the quiver was laid at the feet of the youth,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1354">And in his hand they saw Hodeirah's Bow.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1355">He eyed the Bow, he twanged the string,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1356">And his heart bounded to the joyous tone.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1357">Anon he raised his voice, and cried</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1358">"Go thy way, and never more,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1359">"<name type="myth">Evil Spirit</name>, haunt our
tent!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1360">"By the virtue of the Ring,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1361">"By <persName>Mohammed</persName>'s holier might,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1362">"By the holiest name of God,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1363">"Thee and all the Powers of Hell</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1364">"I adjure and I command</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1365">"Never more to trouble us!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg166">
<l rend="i4" n="1366">Nor ever from that hour</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1367">Did <name type="myth">rebel Spirit</name> on the Tent
intrude,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1368">Such virtue had the Spell.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg167">
<l rend="i2" n="1369">And peacefully the vernal years</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1370">Of <persName>Thalaba</persName> past on.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1371">Till now without an effort he could bend</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1372">
<persName>Hodeirah</persName>'s stubborn Bow.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1373">Black were his eyes and bright,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1374">The sunny hue of health</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1375">Glowed on his tawny cheek,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1376">His lip was darkened by maturing life;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1377">Strong were his shapely limbs, his stature tall;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1378">He was a comely youth.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg168">
<l rend="i4" n="1379">Compassion for the child</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1380">Had first old <persName>Moath</persName>'s kindly heart
possessed,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1381">An orphan, wailing in the wilderness.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1382">But when he heard his tale, his wonderous tale,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1383">Told by the Boy with such eye-speaking truth,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1384">Now with sudden bursts of anger,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1385">Now in the agony of tears,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1386">And now in flashes of prophetic joy.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1387">What had been pity became reverence,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1388">And like a sacred trust from Heaven</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1389">The old man cherished him.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1390">Now with a father's love,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1391">Child of his choice, he loved the Boy,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1392">And like a father to the Boy was dear.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1393">
<persName>Oneiza</persName> called him brother, and the
youth,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1394">More fondly than a brother, loved the maid,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1395">The loveliest of Arabian maidens she.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1396">How happily the years</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1397">Of Thalaba went by!</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg169">
<l rend="i0" n="1398">It was the wisdom and the will of <name type="divin">Heaven</name>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1399">That in a lonely tent had cast</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1400">The lot of <persName>Thalaba</persName>.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1401">There might his soul develope best</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1402">Its strengthening energies;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1403">There might he from <placeName ref="the_world">the
world</placeName>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1404">Keep his heart pure and uncontaminate,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1405">Till at the written hour he should be found</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1406">Fit servant of <name type="divin">the Lord</name>,
without a spot.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg170">
<l rend="i0" n="1407">Years of his youth, how rapidly ye fled</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1408">In that beloved solitude!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1409">Is the morn fair, and does the freshening breeze</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1410">Flow with cool current o'er his cheek?</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1411">Lo! underneath the broad-leaved sycamore</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1412">With lids half closed he lies,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1413">Dreaming of days to come.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1414">His dog
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_42">
<p> The <orgName>Bedouins</orgName>, who, at all points, are less
superstitious than the <orgName>Turks</orgName>, have a breed of
very tall greyhounds, which likewise mount guard around their
tents; but they take great care of these useful servants, and have
such an affection for them, that to kill the dog of a Bedouin would
be to endanger your own life. <bibl>Sonnini.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
beside him, in mute blandishment,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1415">Now licks his listless hand,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1416">Now lifts an anxious and expectant eye</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1417">Courting the wonted caress.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg171">
<l rend="i2" n="1418">Or comes the Father
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_43">
<p> The <orgName>Arabs</orgName> call the West and South West winds
which prevail from November to February, <hi rend="italic">the
fathers of the rains.</hi>
<bibl>Volney.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
of the Rains</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1419">From his <rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest">Caves in
the uttermost West</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1420">Comes he in darkness and storms?</l>
<l rend="i6" n="1421">When the blast is loud,</l>
<l rend="i6" n="1422">When the waters fill</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1423">The Travellers tread in the sands,</l>
<l rend="i6" n="1424">When the pouring shower</l>
<l rend="i6" n="1425">Streams adown the roof,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1426">When the door-curtain hangs in heavier folds,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1427">When the outstrained tent flags loosely,</l>
<l rend="i6" n="1428">Comfort is within,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1429">The embers chearful glow,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1430">The sound of the familiar voice,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1431">The song that lightens toil.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1432">Under the common shelter on dry sand</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1433">The quiet Camels ruminate their food;</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1434">From <persName>Moath</persName> falls the lengthening
cord,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1435">As patiently the old Man</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1436">Intwines the strong palm-fibers;
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_44">
<p> See Note 15. Book I. </p>
<p> Of the Palm leaves they make mattresses, baskets and brooms; and
of the branches, all sorts of cage work, square baskets for packing
that serve for many uses instead of boxes; and the ends of the
boughs that grow next to the trunk being beaten like flax, the
fibres separate, and being tied together at the narrow end, they
serve for brooms. <bibl>Pococke.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
by the hearth</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1437">The Damsel shakes the coffee-grains,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1438">That with warm fragrance fill the tent;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1439">And while with dextrous fingers,
<persName>Thalaba</persName>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1440">Shapes the green basket,
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_45">
<p>
<rs type="science" subtype="botany">The Doum, or wild palm tree,
grows in abundance, from which these people when necessity
renders them industrious, find great advantage. The shepherds,
mule drivers, camel drivers, and travellers, gather the leaves,
of which they make mats, fringes, baskets, hats, shooaris or
large wallets to carry corn, twine, ropes, girths and covers for
their pack saddles. This plant, with which also they heat their
ovens, produces a mild and resinous fruit, that ripens in Sept.
and Oct. It is in form like the raisin, contains a kernel and is
astringent, and very proper to temper and counteract the effects
of the watery and laxative fruits, of which these people in
summer make an immoderate use. That Power which is ever
provident to all, has spread this wild plant over <rs type="place" ref="Arabia">their deserts</rs> to supply an
infinity of wants that would otherwise heavily burthen a people
so poor. </rs>
<bibl>Chenier.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
haply at his feet</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1441">Her favourite kidling gnaws the twig,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1442">Forgiven plunderer, for <persName>Oneiza</persName>'s
sake!</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg172">
<l rend="i2" n="1443">Or when the winter torrent rolls</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1444">Down the deep-channelled rain-course, foamingly,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1445">Dark with its mountain spoils,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1446">With bare feet pressing the wet sand</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1447">There wanders <persName>Thalaba</persName>,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1448">The rushing flow, the flowing roar,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1449">Filling his yielded faculties;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1450">A vague, a dizzy, a tumultuous joy.</l>
<l rend="i1" n="1451">... Or lingers it a vernal brook
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_46">
<p> "We passed two of those vallies so common in
<placeName>Arabia</placeName>, which when heavy rains fall, are
filled with water, and are then called <hi rend="italic">wadi</hi>
or rivers, altho' perfectly dry at other times of the year.—We now
drew nearer to the river of which a branch was dry, and having its
channel filled with reeds growing to the height of 20 feet, served
as a line of road which was agreably shaded by the reeds.
<bibl>Niebuhr.</bibl>
</p>
<p> My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a brook, and as the stream
of brooks they pass away. </p>
<p> Which are blackish by reason of the ice, and wherein the snow is
hid: </p>
<p> What time they wax warm they vanish; when it is hot they are
consumed out of their place. </p>
<p> The paths of their way are turned aside; they go to nothing and
perish. <bibl>Job.</bibl> VI. 15. </p>
</note>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1452">Gleaming o'er yellow sands?</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1453">Beneath the lofty bank reclined,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1454">With idle eye he views its little waves,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1455">Quietly listening to the quiet flow;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1456">While in the breathings of the stirring gale</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1457">The tall canes bend above,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1458">Floating like streamers on the wind</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1459">Their lank uplifted leaves.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg173">
<l rend="i0" n="1460">Nor rich,
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_47">
<p> The simplicity, or, perhaps, more properly, the poverty, of the
lower class of the <orgName>Bedouins</orgName>, is proportionate to
that of their chiefs. All the wealth of a family consists of
moveables, of which the following is a pretty exact inventory. A
few male and female camels, some goats and poultry, a mare and her
bridle and saddle, a tent, a lance sixteen feet long, a crooked
sabre, a rusty musket, with a flint or matchlock; a pipe, a
portable mill, a pot for cooking, a leathern bucket, a small coffee
roaster, a mat, some clothes, a mantle of black woollen, and a few
glass or silver rings, which the women wear upon their legs and
arms; if none of these are wanting, their furniture is complete.
But what the poor man stands most in need of, and what he takes
most pleasure in, is his mare; for this animal is his principal
support. With his mare the Bedouin makes his excursions against
hostile tribes, or seeks plunder in the country, and on the
highways. The mare is preferred to the horse, because she does not
neigh, is more docile, and yields milk, which on occasion,
satisfies the thirst and even the hunger of her master.
<bibl>Volney.</bibl>
</p>
<p> The Shaik, says Volney, with whom I resided in the country of
<placeName>Gaza</placeName>, about the end of <date>1784</date>,
passed for one of the most powerful of those districts; yet it did
not appear to me that his expenditure was greater than that of an
opulent farmer. His personal effects, consisting in a few pelisses,
carpets, arms, horses, and camels, could not be estimated at more
than fifty thousand livres (a little above two thousand pounds);
and it must be observed that in this calculation four mares of the
breed of racers are valued at six thousand livres, (two hundred and
fifty pounds), and each camel at ten pounds sterling. We must not
therefore, when we speak of the <orgName>Bedouins</orgName>, affix
to the words Prince and Lord, the ideas they usually convey; we
should come nearer the truth by comparing them to substantial
farmers, in mountainous countries, whose simplicity they resemble
in their dress as well as in their domestic life and manners. A
Shaik, who has the command of five hundred horse, does not disdain
to saddle and bridle his own, nor to give him his barley and
chopped straw. In his tent, his wife makes the coffee, kneeds the
dough, and superintends the dressing of the victuals. His daughters
and kinswomen wash the linen, and go with pitchers on their heads,
and veils over their faces, to draw water from the fountain. These
manners agree precisely with the descriptions in
<bibl>Homer</bibl>, and the history of
<persName>Abraham</persName>, in <bibl>Genesis</bibl>. But it must
be owned that it is difficult to form a just idea of them without
having ourselves been eye witnesses. <bibl>Volney.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
nor poor, was <persName>Moath</persName>;<name type="divin">God</name>had given</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1461">Enough, and blest him with a mind content.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1462">No hoarded
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_48">
<p> Thus confined to the most absolute necessaries of life, the
<orgName>Arabs</orgName> have as little industry as their wants
are few; all their arts consist in weaving their clumsy tents, and
in making mats and butter. Their whole commerce only extends to the
exchanging camels, kids, stallions and milk; for arms, clothing, a
little rice or corn, and money, <hi rend="italic">which they
bury.</hi>
<bibl>Volney.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
gold disquieted his dreams;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1463">But ever round his station he beheld</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1464">Camels that knew his voice,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1465">And home-birds, grouping at <persName>Oneiza</persName>'s
call,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1466">And goats that, morn and eve,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1467">Came with full udders to the Damsel's hand.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1468">Dear child! the Tent beneath whose shade they dwelt</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1469">That was her work; and she had twined</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1470">His girdle's many-hues;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1471">And he had seen his robe</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1472">Grow in Oneiza's loom.
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_49">
<p> The chief manufacture among the <orgName>Arabs</orgName> is the
making <hi rend="italic">of Hykes</hi> as they call woollen
blankets, and webs of goat's hair for their Tents. The Women alone
are employed in this work, as <persName>Andromache</persName> and
<persName>Penelope</persName> were of old; who make no use of a
shuttle, but conduct every thread of the woof with their fingers.
<bibl>Shaw.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1473">How often with a memory-mingled joy</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1474">That made her Mother live before his sight,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1475">He watched her nimble finders thread the woof!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1476">Or at the hand-mill
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_50">
<p> </p>
<q>
<p>If mine heart have been deceived by a woman, or if I have laid
wait at my neighbour's door.<lb/> Then let my wife grind unto
another. <bibl>
<title>Job</title>. XXXI. 9. 10.</bibl>
</p>
</q>
</note>
when she knelt and toiled,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1477">Tost the thin cake on spreading palm,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1478">Or fixed it on the glowing oven's side</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1479">With bare
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_51">
<p>
<q>
<rs type="place" ref="Arabia">I was much amused by observing the
dexterity of the <orgName>Arab women</orgName> in baking
their bread.</rs> They have a small place built with clay,
between two and three feet high, having a hole at the bottom,
for the convenience of drawing out the ashes, something similar
to that of a lime kiln. The oven (which I think is the most
proper name for this place) is usually about fifteen inches wide
at the top, and gradually grows wider to the bottom. It is
heated with wood, and when sufficiently hot, and perfectly clear
from smoke, having nothing but clear embers at bottom (which
continue to reflect great heat), they prepare the dough in a
large bowl, and mould the cakes to the desired size on a board
or stone placed near the oven. After they have kneaded the cake
to a proper consistence, they pat it a little, then toss it
about with great dexterity in one hand, till it is as thin as
they choose to make it. They then wet one side of it with water,
at the same time wetting the hand and arm, with which they put
it into the oven. The wet side of the cake adheres fast to the
side of the oven till it is sufficiently baked when if not paid
sufficient attention to, it would fall down among the embers. If
they were not exceedingly quick at this work, the heat of the
oven would burn the skin from off their hands and arms; but with
such amazing dexterity do they perform it, that one woman will
continue keeping three or four cakes at a time in the oven till
she has done baking. This mode, let me add, does not require
half the fuel that is made use of in
<placeName>Europe</placeName>. <bibl>Jackson.</bibl>
</q>
</p>
</note>
wet arm, in safe dexterity.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg174">
<l rend="i4" n="1480">'Tis the cool evening hour:</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1481">The Tamarind from the dew</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1482">Sheaths
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_52">
<p>
<rs type="science" subtype="botany">Tamarinds grow on great trees,
full of branches whereof the leaves are not bigger than, nor
unlike to the leaves of pimpernel, only something longer. The
flower at first is like the peaches, but at last turns white,
and puts forth its fruit at the end of certain strings: as soon
as the sun is set, the leaves close up the fruit, to preserve it
from the dew, and open as soon as that luminary appears again.
The fruit at first is green, but ripening it becomes of a dark
grey, drawing towards a red, inclosed in husks, brown or twany,
of taste a little bitter, like our prunelloes. The tree is as
big as a walnut-tree, full of leaves, bearing its fruit at the
branches, like the sheath of a knife, but not so straight,
rather bent like a bow.</rs>
<bibl>Mandelslo.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
its young fruit, yet green.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1483">Before their Tent the mat is spread,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1484">The old man's aweful voice</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1485">Intones
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_53">
<p> I have often, says <persName>Niebuhr</persName>, heard the
<orgName>Sheiks</orgName> sing passages from the
<bibl>Koran</bibl>, they never strain the voice by attempting to
raise it too high, and this natural music pleased me very much.</p>
<p>
<rs type="place" ref="the_East">The airs of the
<orgName>Orientals</orgName> are all grave and simple. They
chuse their singers to sing so distinctly that every word may be
comprehended. When several instruments are played at once and
accompanied by the voice, you hear them all render the same
melody, unless some one mingles a running base, either singing
or playing, always in the same key. If this music is not greatly
to our taste, ours is as little to the taste of the
Orientals.</rs>
<bibl>Niebuhr. Description.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
the holy Book.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1486">What if beneath no lamp-illumined dome,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1487">Its marble walls
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_54">
<p>
<rs type="building" subtype="temple">The Mosques, which they
pronounce Mesg jid, are built exactly in the fashion of our
Churches, where instead of such Seats and Benches as we make use
of, they only strew the Floor with Mats, upon which they perform
the several sittings and prostrations that are enjoyned in their
religion. Near the middle, particularly of the principal Mosque
of each city, there is a large pulpit erected, which is
ballustraded round, with about half a dozen steps leading up to
it.</rs> Upon these (for I am told none are permitted to enter
the pulpit) the Mufty or one of the <orgName>Im-ams</orgName>
placeth himself every Friday, the day of the congregation, as they
call it, and from thence either explaineth some part or other of
the <bibl>Coran</bibl>, or else exhorteth the people to piety and
good works. That end of these Mosques, which regards
<placeName>Mecca</placeName>, whither they direct themselves
throughout the whole course of their devotions, is called the
Kiblah, in which there is commonly a nich, representing as a
judicious writer conjectures, the presence, and at the same time
the invisibility of the <name type="divin">Deity</name>. There is
usually a square tower erected at the other end, with a flag-staff
upon the top of it. Hither the cryer ascends at the appointed
times, and displaying a small flag, advertised the people with a
loud voice, from each side of the battlements, of the hour of
prayer. These places of the <orgName>Mahometan</orgName> worship,
together with the Mufty, Im-ams and other persons belonging to
them, are maintained out of certain revenues arising from the rents
of lands and houses, either left by will or set apart by the public
for that use. <bibl>Shaw.</bibl>
</p>
<p>
<rs type="building" subtype="temple">All the Mosques are built
nearly in the same style. They are of an oblong square form, and
covered in the middle with a large dome, on the top of which is
fixed a gilt crescent. In front there is a handsome portico
covered with several small cupolas, and raised one step above
the pavement of the court. The Turks sometimes in the hot
season, perform their devotions there; and between the columns,
upon cross iron bars, are suspended a number of lamps, for
illuminations on the Thursday nights and on all festivals. The
entrance into the Mosque is by one large door. All these
edifices are solidly built of freestone, and in several the
domes are covered with lead. The minarets stand on one side
adjoining to the body of the Mosque. They are sometimes square,
but more commonly round and taper, the gallery for the maazeen,
or cryers, projecting a little from the column near the top, has
some resemblance to a rude capital; and from this the spire
tapering more in proportion than before, soon terminates in a
point crowned with a crescent.</rs>
<bibl>Russel's Aleppo.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
bedecked with flourished truth,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1488">Azure and gold adornment? sinks the <rs type="script" subtype="holy">Word</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1489">With deeper influence from the Imam's voice,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1490">Where in the day of congregation, crowds</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1491">Perform the duty task?</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1492">Their Father is their Priest,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1493">The <rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest">Stars of
Heaven</rs> their point
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_55">
<p>
<placeName ref="the_Keabé">The Keabé</placeName> is the point of
direction and the centre of union for the prayers of the
<orgName>whole human race</orgName>, as the Beïth-mâmour
<note style="double" type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="NN_d"> Beïth mâmour, which means the house of prosperity and
felicity, is the ancient Keabé of
<placeName>Mecca</placeName>, which according to
tradition, was taken up into heaven by the Angels at the
deluge, where it was placed perpendicularly over the present
sanctuary.</note>
is for those of all the celestial beings; <rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest" ref="the_Kursy">the
Kursy</rs>
<note style="double" type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="NN_e">
<rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest" ref="the_Kursy">Kursy,
which signifies a seat, is the <rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest" ref="8th_Firmament">8th
firmament</rs>.</rs>
</note>
for those of the four Arch angels, and <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin" ref="the_Arsch">the Arsch</rs>
<note style="double" type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="NN_f">
<rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin" ref="throne_of_God">Arsch is the throne of <name type="divin">the
Almighty</name>, which is thought to be placed on <rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest" ref="9th_Firmament">the ninth</rs>, which is the higher of the
firmaments.</rs>
</note>
for those of the cherubims and seraphims who guard the <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin" ref="throne_of_God">throne of the Almighty</rs>.
The inhabitants of <placeName>Mecca</placeName>, who enjoy the
happiness of contemplating <placeName ref="the_Keabé">the
Keabé</placeName>, are obliged when they pray to fix their eyes
upon the sanctuary; but they who are at a distance from this
valuable privilege are required only during prayer to direct their
attention towards that hallowed edifice. The believer who is
ignorant of the position of <placeName ref="the_Keabé">the
Keabé</placeName> must use every endeavour to gain a knowledge
of it; and after he has shown great solicitude, whatever be his
success, his prayer is valid. <bibl>D'Ohsson.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
of prayer,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1494">And <rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest" ref="sky">blue
Firmament</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1495">The glorious Temple, where they feel</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1496">
<name type="divin">The present Deity</name>.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg175">
<l rend="i2" n="1497">Yet thro' the purple glow of eve</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1498">Shines dimly the white moon.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1499">The slackened bow, the quiver, the long lance,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1500">Rest on the pillar
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_56">
<p> The <orgName>Bedoweens</orgName> live in <rs type="building" subtype="tent">tents</rs>, called <hi rend="italic">Hhymas</hi>,
from the shade they afford the inhabitants, and <rs type="building" subtype="tent">
<hi rend="italic">Beet el Shar</hi>, Houses of
hair</rs>, from the matter they are made of. They are the same
with what <orgName>the Antients</orgName> called <rs type="building" subtype="tent">Mapalia, which being then, as
they are to this day, secured from the heat and inclemency of
the weather, by a covering only of such hair cloth, as our coal
sacks are made of, might very justly be described by
<persName>Virgil</persName> to have thin roofs. When we find
any number of them together (and I have seen from 3 to 300) then
they are usually placed in a circle, and constitute a Dou-war.
The fashion of each tent is the same, being of an oblong figure,
not unlike the bottom of a ship turned upside down, as Satlust
hath long ago described them. However they differ in bigness,
according to the number of people who live in them: and are
accordingly supported, some with one pillar, others with two or
three: whilst a curtain or carpet placed, upon occasion, at each
of these divisions, separateth the whole into so many
apartments. The pillar which I have mentioned, is a straight
pole, 8 or 10 feet high and 3 or 4 inches in thickness, serving,
not only to support the tent, but being full of hooks fixd there
for the purpose, the Arabs hang upon it their cloaths, baskets,
saddles, and accoutrements of war. Holofernes, as we read in
<title>Judith, 13. 16</title>. made the like use of the
pillar of his tent, by hanging his fauchin upon it, it is there
called the <hi rend="italic">pillar of the bed</hi>, from the
custom perhaps, that hath always prevailed, of having the upper
end of the carpet, matrass, or whatever else they lie upon,
turned from the skirts of the tent that way. But the Κωνωπειον,
Canopy as we render it (ver. 9) should I presume, be rather
called the gnat or muskeeta net, which is a close curtain of
gauze or fine linnen, used all over <placeName ref="Levant">the
Levant</placeName>, by people of better fashion, to keep out
the flies. The Arabs have nothing of this kind; who in taking
their rest, lie horizontally upon the ground, without bed,
matrass or pillow, wrapping themselves up only in their <hi rend="italic">Hykes</hi>, and lying, as they find room upon a
mat or carpet, in the middle or corner of the tent. Those who
are married, have each of them a corner of the tent, cantoned
off with a curtain.</rs>
<bibl>Shaw.</bibl>
</p>
<p> The tents of <orgName>the Moors</orgName> are somewhat of a conic
form, are seldom more than 8 or 10 feet high in the centre, and
from 20 to 25 in length. Like those of the remotest antiquity,
their figure is that of a ship overset, the keel of which is only
seen. These tents are made of twine, composed of goat's hair,
camel's wool, and the leaves of the wild palm, so that they keep
out water; but, being black, they produce a disagreable effect at a
distant view. <bibl>Chenier.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
of <rs type="building" subtype="tent">the Tent</rs>.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1501">Knitting light palm-leaves
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_57">
<p> In the kingdom of <placeName>Imam</placeName> the men of all ranks
shave their heads. In some other countries of
<placeName>Yemen</placeName> all <orgName>the Arabs</orgName>,
even the <orgName>Sheiks</orgName> themselves, let their hair grow
and wear neither bonnet nor <hi rend="italic">Sasch</hi>, but a
handkerchief instead, in which they tie the hair behind. Some let
it fall upon their shoulders and bind a small cord round their
heads instead of a turban. The <orgName>Bedouins</orgName> upon the
frontiers of <placeName>Hedsjas</placeName> and of
<placeName>Yemen</placeName> wear a bonnet of palm leaves,
neatly platted. <bibl>Niebuhr.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
for her brother's brow</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1502">The dark-eyed damsel sits;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1503">The Old Man tranquilly</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1504">Up his curled pipe inhales</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1505">The tranquillizing herb.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1506">So listen they the reed
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_58">
<p> The music of the <orgName>Bedoweens</orgName> rarely consists of
more than one strain, suitable to their homely instruments, and to
their simple invention. The Arabebbah as they call the bladder and
string, is in the highest vogue, and doubtless of great antiquity,
as is also the Gaspah, which is only a common reed, open at each
end, having the side of it bored, with three or more holes,
according to the ability of the Person who is to touch it: tho' the
compass of their tunes rarely or ever exceeds an octave. Yet
sometimes, even in this simplicity of harmony, they observe
something of method and ceremony, for in their historical <hi rend="italic">Cantatas</hi> especially, they have their preludes
and symphonies; each stanza being introduced with a flourish from
the Arabebbah, while the narration itself is accompanied with the
softest touches they are able to make, upon the Gaspah. The Tarr,
another of their instruments, is made like a Sive, consisting (as
Isidore describeth the Tympanum) of a thin rim or hoop of wood,
with a skin of parchment stretched over the top of it. This serves
for the Bass in all their Concerts, which they accordingly touch
very artfully with their fingers, and the knuckles or palms of
their hands, as the time and measure require, or as force and
softness are to be communicated to the several parts of the
performance. The Tarr is undoubtedly the Tympanum of the Antients,
which appears as well from the general use of it all over
<placeName>Barbary</placeName>, <placeName>Egypt</placeName> and
<placeName ref="Levant">the Levant</placeName>, as from the
method of playing upon it, and the figure of the instrument itself,
being exactly of the same fashion, with what we find in the hands
of Cybele and the Bacchanals among the Basso Relievos and Statues
of the Antiets. <bibl>Shaw.</bibl>
</p>
<p> The <orgName>Arabs</orgName> have the <hi rend="italic">Cussuba,</hi> or cane, which is only a piece of large cane, or
reed, with stops, or holes, like a flute, and somewhat longer,
which they adorn with tossels of black silk and play upon like the
German flute. <bibl>Morgan's Hist. of Algiers.</bibl>
</p>
<p> The young fellows, in several towns, play prettily enough on pipes
made, and sounding very much like our flagelet, of the thigh bones
of cranes, storks, or such large fowl. <bibl>Morgan's Hist. of
Algiers.</bibl>
</p>
<p>
<rs type="place" ref="Libya">How great soever may have been the
reputation the <orgName>Libyans</orgName> once had, of being
famous musicians, and of having invented the pipe or flute</rs>,
called by Greek author <hi rend="italic">Hippophorbos</hi>, I fancy
few of them would be now much liked at our Opera. As for this <hi rend="italic">tibicen</hi>, flute or pipe, it is certainly lost,
except it be the <hi rend="italic">gayta</hi>, somewhat like the
hautbois, called <hi rend="italic">zurna</hi>, in Turkish, a
martial instrument. Julius Pollux, in a chapter entitled <hi rend="italic">de tibiarum specie</hi>, says, <hi rend="italic">Hippophorbos quam quidem Libyes Scenetes invenerunt</hi>, and
again, shewing the use and quality thereof, <hi rend="italic">hæc
verò apud equorum pascua utuntur, ejusque materia decorticata
laurus est, cor enim ligni extractum acutissimam dat sonum</hi>.
The sound of the <hi rend="italic">gayta</hi> agrees well with this
description, tho' not the make. Several Poets mention the <hi rend="italic">tibicen Libycus</hi> and <hi rend="italic">Arabicus</hi>: and Alhenæus quotes Duris, and says, <hi rend="italic">Libycas tibia Poetæ appellant, ut inquit Duris,
libro secundo de rebus gestis Agathoclis, quod Scirites, primus,
ut credunt, tibicinum artis inventor, è gente Nomadum Libycorum
fuerit, primusque tibiä Cerealium hymnorum cantor.</hi>
<bibl>Morgan's Hist. of Algiers.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
of Thalaba,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1507">While his skilled fingers modulate</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1508">The low, sweet, soothing, melancholy tones,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1509">Or if he strung the pearls
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_59">
<p> Persæ "pulcherrimâ usi translatione, pro <hi rend="italic">versús
facere</hi> dicunt <hi rend="italic">margaritas nectere;</hi>
quemadmodum in illo Ferdusii versiculo "<hi rend="italic">Siquidem
calami acumine adamantine</hi> margaritas nexi; <hi rend="italic">in scientiæ mare penitus me immersi</hi>."
<bibl>Poeseos Asiaticæ Commentarii.</bibl>
</p>
<p>
<rs type="place" ref="the_East">This is a favourite Oriental
figure</rs>. "After a little time lifting his head from the
collar of reflection, he removed the talisman of silence from the
treasure of speech, and scattered skirts-full of brilliant gems and
princely pearls before the company in his mirth-exciting
deliveries." <bibl>Bahar Danush.</bibl>
</p>
<p> Again in the same work—"he began to weigh his stored pearls in the
scales of delivery." </p>
<p> Abu Temam, who was an excellent poet himself, used to say, that,
"fine sentiments delivered in prose were like gems scattered at
random; but that when they were confined in a poetical measure,
they resembled bracelets and strings of pearls." <bibl>Sir W.
Jones. <title>Essay on the Poetry of the Eastern
nations.</title>
</bibl>
</p>
<p> In <bibl>Mr. Carlyle's translations from the Arabic</bibl>, a Poet
says of his friends and himself </p>
<q>
<lg>
<l rend="i0">They are a row of Pearls, and I</l>
<l rend="i0">The silken thread on which they lie.</l>
</lg>
</q>
<p> I quote from memory, and recollect not the Author's name. It is
somewhat remarkable that the same metaphor is among the
quaintnesses of <bibl>
<author>Fuller</author>
</bibl>. <q>"Benevolence is the silken thread, that should run
thro' the pearl chain of our virtues."</q>
<bibl>Holy State.</bibl>
</p>
<p> It seems the <orgName>Arabs</orgName> are still great rhymers, and
their verses are sometimes rewarded, but I should not venture to
say that there are great Poets among them. Yet I was assured in
<placeName>Yemen</placeName> that it is not uncommon to find
them among the wandering Arabs in <placeName ref="Dsjâf">the
country of Dsjâf</placeName>. It is some few years since a Sheik
of these Arabs was in prison at <placeName>Sana</placeName>: seeing
by chance a bird upon a roof opposite to him, he recollected that
the devout <orgName>Mohammedans</orgName> believe they perform an
action agreable to<name type="divin">God</name>in giving liberty to
a bird encaged. He thought therefore he had as much right to
liberty as a bird, and made a poem upon the subject, which was
first learnt by his guards, and then became so popular that at last
it reached the Imam. He was so pleased with it that he liberated
the Sheik, whom he had arrested for his robberies. <bibl>Niebuhr.
Desc. de L'Arabie.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
of Poetry</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1512">Singing with agitated face</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1513">And eloquent arms, and sobs that reach the heart,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1514">A tale
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_60">
<p>
<rs type="place" ref="Arabia">They are fond of singing with a
forced voice in the high tones, and one must have lungs like
theirs to support the effort for a quarter of an hour.</rs>
Their airs, in point of character and execution, resemble nothing
we have heard in <placeName>Europe</placeName>, except the
Seguidillas of the <rs type="place" ref="Spain">
<orgName>Spaniards</orgName>
</rs>. They have divisions more
laboured even than those of the <rs type="place" ref="Italy">
<orgName>Italians</orgName>
</rs>, and cadences and
inflections of tone impossible to be imitated by European throats.
Their performance is accompanied with sighs and gestures, which
paint the passions in a more lively manner than we snould venture
to allow. They may be said to excell most in the melancholy strain.
To behold an Arab with his head inclined, his hand applied to his
ear, his eye brows knit, his eyes languishing; to hear his
plaintive tones, his lengthened notes, his sighs and sobs, it is
almost impossible to refrain from tears, which as their expression
is, are far from bitter: and indeed they must certainly find a
pleasure in shedding them, since among all their songs, they
constantly prefer that which excites them most, as among all
accomplishments singing is that they most admire.
<bibl>Volney.</bibl>
</p>
<p> All their literature consists in reciting tales and histories, in
the manner of <bibl>the Arabian Nights Entertainments</bibl>. They
have a peculiar passion for such stories: and employ in them almost
all their leisure, of which they have a great deal. In the evening
they seat themselves on the ground at the door of their tents, or
under cover if it be cold, and there, ranged in a circle, round a
little fire of dung, their pipes in their mouths, and their legs
crossed, they sit awhile in silent meditation, till, on a sudden,
one of them breaks forth with, <hi rend="italic">Once upon a
time</hi>,—and continues to recite the adventures of some young
Shaik and female <orgName ref="Bedouins">Bedouin</orgName>: he
relates in what manner the youth first got a secret glimpse of his
mistress, and how he became desperately enamoured of her: he
minutely describes the lovely fair, extols her black eyes, as large
and soft as those of the gazelle; her languid and empassioned
looks; her arched eye brows, resembling two bows of ebony; her
waist, straight and supple as a lance; he forgets not her steps,
light as those of the <hi rend="italic">young filley</hi>, nor her
eye-lashes blackened with <hi rend="italic">kohl</hi>, nor her lips
painted blue, nor her nails, tinged with the golden coloured <hi rend="italic">henna</hi>, nor her breasts, resembling two
pomegranates, nor her words, sweet as honey. He recounts the
sufferings of the young lover, <hi rend="italic">so wasted with
desire and passion, that his body no longer yields any
shadow</hi>. At length, after detailing his various attempts to
see his mistress, the obstacles on the part of the parents, the
invasions of the enemy, the captivity of the two lovers, &c. he
terminates, to the satisfaction of the audience, by restoring them,
united and happy, to <rs type="building" subtype="tent">the
paternal tent</rs>, and by receiving the tribute paid to his
eloquence, in the <hi rend="italic">ma sha allah</hi>
<note style="double" type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="NN_g"> An exclamation of praise, equivalent to <hi rend="italic">admirably well</hi>!</note>
he has merited. The <orgName>Bedouins</orgName> have
likewise their love songs, which have more sentiment and nature in
them than those of the <orgName>Turks</orgName>, and inhabitants of
the towns; doubtless because the former, whose manners are chaste,
know what love is; while the latter, abandoned to debauchery, are
acquainted only with enjoyment. <bibl>Volney.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
of love and woe;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1515">Then, if the brightening Moon that lit his face</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1516">In darkness favoured her's,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1517">Oh! even with such a look, as, fables say,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1518">The mother Ostrich
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_61">
<p> We read in <bibl>an old Arabian Manuscript</bibl>, that when the
Ostrich would hatch her eggs, she does not cover them as other
fowls do, but both the male and female contribute to hatch them by
the efficacy of their looks only; and therefore when one has
occasion to go to look for food, it advertises its companion by its
cry, and the other never stirs during its absence, but remains with
its eyes fixed upon the eggs, till the return of its mate, and then
goes in its turn to look for food, and this care of theirs is so
necessary that it cannot be suspended for a moment, for if it
should their eggs would immediately become addle. <bibl>Vanslebe.
Harris's Collection.</bibl>
</p>
<p> This is said to emblem the perpetual attention of the Creator to
the <placeName>Universe</placeName>.</p>
</note>
fixes on her egg,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1519">Till that intense affection</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1520">Kindle its light of life,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1521">Even in such deep and breathless tenderness</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1522">
<persName>Oneiza</persName>'s soul is centered on the
youth,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1523">So motionless with such an ardent gaze,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1524">Save when from her full eyes</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1525">Quickly she wipes away the gushing tears</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1526">That dim his image there.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg177">
<l rend="i0" n="1527">She called him brother: was it sister-love</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1528">That made the silver rings</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1529">Round her smooth ankles
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_62">
<p> "She had laid aside the rings which used to grace her ankles, lest
the sound of them should expose her to calamity." <bibl>Asiatic
Researches.</bibl>
</p>
<p>
<rs type="place" ref="India">Most of the <orgName>Indian
women</orgName> have on each arm, and also above the ankle,
ten or twelve rings of gold, silver, ivory, or coral. They
spring on the leg, and when they walk make a noise with which
they are much pleased. Their hands and toes are generally
adorned with large rings.</rs>
<bibl>Sonnerat.</bibl>
</p>
<p> "In that day <name type="divin">the Lord</name> will take away the
bravery of <hi rend="italic">their tinkling ornaments about their
feet</hi>, and their cauls, and their round tires like the
moon." </p>
<p> "The chains, and the bracelets and the mufflers, The bonnets, and
<hi rend="italic">the ornaments of the legs</hi>, &c."
<bibl>Isaiah.</bibl> III. 18. </p>
</note>
and her twany arms,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1530">Shine daily brightened? for a brother's eye</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1531">Were her long fingers
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_63">
<p> His fingers, in beauty and slenderness appearing as the <hi rend="italic">Yed Bieza</hi>,
<note style="double" type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="NN_h"> The miraculously shining hand of
<persName>Moses</persName>.</note>
or the rays of the sun, being tinged with Hinna, seemed
branches of transparent red coral. <bibl>Bahar Danush.</bibl>
</p>
<p> She dispenses gifts with small delicate fingers, sweetly glowing
at their tips, like the white and crimson worm of
<placeName>Dabia</placeName>, or dentifrices made of Esel wood.
<bibl>Moallakat. Poem of Amriolkais.</bibl>
</p>
<p> The Hinna, says <bibl>the translator of the Bahar-Danush</bibl>,
is esteemed not merely ornamental, but medicinal: and I have myself
often experienced in <placeName>India</placeName> a most refreshing
coolness thro' the whole habit, from an embrocation, or rather
plaster of Hinna, applied to the soles of my feet, by prescription
of a native physician. The effect lasted for some days. </p>
<p> This unnatural fashion is extended to animals. </p>
<p> Departing from the <placeName>town of Anna</placeName> we met
about five hundred paces from the gate a young man of good family
followed by two servants, and mounted in the fashion of the
country, upon an Ass, whose rump was painted red.
<bibl>Tavernier.</bibl>
</p>
<p> In <placeName>Persia</placeName>, "they dye the tails of those
horses which are of a light colour with red or orange."
<bibl>Hanway.</bibl>
</p>
<p>
<persName>Ali the Moor</persName>, to whose capricious cruelty
<persName>Mungo Park</persName> was so long exposed, "always
rode upon a milk white horse, with its tail dyed red." </p>
<p>
<hi rend="italic">Alfenado</hi>, a word derived from alfena the
Portugueze or Moorish name of this plant, is still used in
<placeName>Portugal</placeName> as a phrase of contempt for a
fop.</p>
</note>
tinged,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1532">As when she trimmed the lamp,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1533">And thro' the veins and delicate skin</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1534">The light shone rosy? that the darkened lids
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_64">
<p> The blackened eye-lids and the reddened fingers were <rs type="place" ref="the_East">Eastern customs</rs>, in use <rs type="place" ref="Greece">among <orgName>the Greeks</orgName>.
They are still among the tricks of the Grecian toilette</rs>,
the females of the rest of <placeName>Europe</placeName> have never
added them to their list of ornaments.</p>
</note>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1535">Gave yet a softer lustre to her eye?</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1536">That with such pride she tricked</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1537">Her glossy tresses, and on holy day</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1538">Wreathed the red flower-crown
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_65">
<p>
<rs type="place" ref="Arabia">The Mimosa Selam produces splendid
flowers of a beautiful red colour with which the
<orgName>Arabians</orgName> crown their heads on their days
of festival.</rs>
<bibl>Niebuhr.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
round their jetty waves?</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1539">How happily the years</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1540">Of <persName>Thalaba</persName> went by!</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg178">
<l rend="i2" n="1541">Yet was the heart of <persName>Thalaba</persName>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1542">Impatient of repose;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1543">Restless he pondered still</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1544">The task for him decreed,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1545">The mighty and mysterious work announced.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1546">Day by day with youthful ardour</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1547">He the call of <name type="divin">Heaven</name>
awaits,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1548">And oft in visions o'er the Murderer's head</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1549">He lifts the avenging arm,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1550">And oft in dreams he sees</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1551">The Sword that is circled with fire.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg179">
<l rend="i0" n="1552">One morn as was their wont, in sportive mood</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1553">The youth and damsel bent <persName>Hodeirah</persName>'s
bow,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1554">For with no feeble hand nor erring aim</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1555">
<persName>Oneiza</persName> could let loose the obedient
shaft.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1556">With head back-bending, <persName>Thalaba</persName>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1557">Shot up the aimless arrow high in air,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1558">Whose line in vain the aching sight pursued</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1559">Lost in the depth of heaven.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1560">"When will the hour arrive," exclaimed the youth,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1561">"That I shall aim these fated shafts</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1562">"To vengeance long delayed?</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1563">"Have I not strength, my father, for the deed?</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1564">"Or can the will of <name type="divin">Providence</name>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1565">"Be mutable like man?</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1566">"Shall I never be called to the task?"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg180">
<l rend="i0" n="1567">"Impatient boy!" quoth <persName>Moath</persName>, with a
smile:</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1568">"Impatient Thalaba!" Oneiza cried,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1569">And she too smiled, but in her smile</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1570">A mild reproachful melancholy mixed.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg181">
<l rend="i2" n="1571">Then <persName>Moath</persName> pointed where a cloud</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1572">Of Locusts, from the desolated fields</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1573">Of <placeName>Syria</placeName>, winged their way.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1574">"Lo! how created things</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1575">"Obey the written doom!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg182">
<l rend="i0" n="1576">Onward they came, a dark continuous cloud</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1577">Of congregated myriads numberless,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1578">The rushing of whose wings was as the sound</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1579">Of a broad river, headlong in its course</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1580">Plunged from a mountain summit, or the roar</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1581">Of a wild <placeName ref="Ocean">ocean</placeName> in the
autumn storm,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1582">Shattering its billows on a shore of rocks.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1583">Onward they came, the winds impelled them on,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1584">Their work was done, their path of
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_66">
<p> The large locusts, which are near three inches long, are not the
most destructive; as they fly, they yield to the current of the
wind which hurries them into the sea, or into <rs type="place" ref="desert">sandy deserts</rs> where they perish with hunger or
fatigue. The young locusts, that cannot fly, are the most ruinous;
they are about fifteen lines in length; and the thickness of a
goose quill. They creep over the country in such multitudes that
they leave not a blade of grass behind; and the noise of their
feeding announces their approach at some distance. The devastations
of locusts increase the price of provisions, and often occasion
famines; but the Moors find a kind of compensation in making food
of these insects; prodigious quantities are brought to market
salted and dried like red herrings. They have an oily and rancid
taste, which habit only can render agreeable; they are eat here,
however, with pleasure. <bibl>Chenier.</bibl>
</p>
<p> In <date>1778</date> the empire of <placeName>Morocco</placeName>
was ravaged by these insects. In the summer of that year, such
clouds of locusts came from the south that they darkened the air,
and devoured a part of the harvest. Their offspring, which they
left on the ground, committed still much greater mischief. Locusts
appeared and bred anew in the following year, so that in the spring
the country was wholly covered, and they crawled one over the other
in search of their subsistence. </p>
<p> It has been remarked, in speaking of the climate of
<placeName>Morocco</placeName>, that the young locusts are those
which are the most mischievous; and that it seems almost impossible
to rid the land of these insects and their ravages, when the
country once becomes thus afflicted. In order to preserve the
houses and gardens in the neighbourhood of cities, they dig a ditch
two feet in depth and as much in width. This they pallisade with
reeds close to each other, and inclined inward toward the ditch; so
that the insects unable to climb up the slippery reed, fall back
into the ditch, where they devour one another. </p>
<p> This was the means by which the gardens and vineyards of
<placeName>Rabat</placeName>, and the city itself were delivered
from this scourge, in 1779. The intrenchment, which was, at least,
a league in extent, formed a semicircle from the sea to river,
which separates Rabat from Sallee. The quantity of young locusts
here assembled was so prodigious that, on the third day, the ditch
could not be approached because of the stench. The whole country
was eaten up, the very bark of the fig, pomegranate, and orange
tree, bitter, hard, and corrosive as it was could not escape the
voracity of these insects. </p>
<p> The lands, ravaged throughout all the western provinces, produced
no harvest, and the <orgName>Moors</orgName> being obliged to live
on their stores, which the exportation of corn (permitted till
<date>1774</date>) had drained, began to feel a dearth. Their
cattle, for which they make no provision, and which in these
climates, have no other subsistance than that of daily grazing,
died with hunger; nor could any be preserved but those which were
in the neighbourhood of mountains, or in marshy grounds, where the
regrowth of pasturage is more rapid. </p>
<p> In <date>1780</date>, the distress was still farther increased.
The dry winter had checked the products of the earth, and given
birth to a new generation of locusts, who devoured whatever had
escaped from the inclemency of the season. The husbandman did not
reap even what he had sowed, and found himself destitute of food,
cattle, or seed corn. In this time of extreme wretchedness the poor
felt all the horrors of famine. They were seen wandering over the
country to devour roots, and, perhaps, abridged their days by
digging into the entrails of the earth in search of the crude means
by which they might be preserved. </p>
<p> Vast numbers perished of indigestible food and want. I have beheld
country people in the roads, and in the streets, who had died of
hunger, and who were thrown across asses to be taken and buried.
Fathers sold their children. The husband, with the consent of his
wife, would take her into another province, there to bestow her in
marriage as if she were his sister, and afterwards come and reclaim
her when his wants were no longer so great. I have seen women and
children run after camels, and rake in their dung to seek for some
indigested grain of barley, which, if they found, they devoured
with avidity. <bibl>Chenier.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
ruin past,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1585">Their graves were ready in the wilderness.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1586">"Behold the mighty army!" Moath cried,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1587">"Blindly they move, impelled</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1588">"By the blind Element.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1589">"And yonder Birds our welcome visitants,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1590">"Lo! where they soar above the embodied host,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1591">"Pursue their way, and hang upon their rear,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1592">"And thin their spreading flanks,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1593">"Rejoicing o'er their banquet! deemest thou</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1594">"The scent of water, on the <placeName ref="Syria">Syrian
mosque</placeName>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1595">"Placed with priest-mummery, and the jargon-rites</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1596">"That fool the multitude, has led them here</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1597">"From far <placeName>Khorasan</placeName>?
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_67">
<p> The Abmelec or eater of Locusts, or grasshoppers, is a bird which
better deserves to be described, perhaps, than most others of which
travellers have given us an account, because the facts relating to
it are not only strange, in themselves, but so well and distinctly
attested, that however surprising they may seem, we cannot but
afford them our belief. The food of this creature is the locust, or
the grasshopper: it is of the size of an ordinary hen, its feathers
black, its wings large, and its flesh of a greyish colour; they fly
generally in great flocks, as the starlings are wont to do with us:
but the thing which renders these birds wonderful is, that they are
so fond of the water of a certain fountain in
<placeName>Corasson</placeName>, or
<placeName>Bactria</placeName>, that where-ever that water is
carried, they follow; on which account it is carefully preserved;
for where ever the locusts fall, the <orgName>Armenian
priests</orgName>, who are provided with this water, bring a
quanity of it, and place in jars, or pour it into little channels
in the fields, the next day whole troops of these birds arrive and
quickly deliver the people from the locusts. <bibl>Universal
History.</bibl>
</p>
<p>
<persName>Sir John Chardin</persName> has given us, the following
passage from an antient traveller, in relation to this bird. In
<placeName>Cyprus</placeName> about the time that the corn was
ripe for the sickle, the earth produced such a quantity of
cavalettes, or locusts, that they obscured sometimes the splendour
of the sun. Wherever these came, they burnt and eat up all; for
this there was no remedy, since, as fast as they were destroyed,
the earth produced more: <name type="divin">God</name>, however,
raised them up a means for their deliverance, which happened thus.
In <placeName>Persia</placeName>, near the <placeName ref="Cuerch">city of Cuerch</placeName> there is a fountain of water, which
has a wonderful property of destroying these insects; for a pitcher
full of this being carried in the open air, without passing through
house or vault, and being set on an high place, certain birds which
follow it, and fly and cry after the men who carry it from the
fountain, come to the place where it is fixed. These birds are red
and black, and fly in great flocks together, like starlings; the
<orgName>Turks</orgName> and <orgName>Persians</orgName> call
them <orgName>Musulmans</orgName>. These birds no sooner came to
Cyprus, but they destroyed the locusts with which the Island was
infested; but if the water be spilt or lost these creatures
immediately disappear; which accident fell out when the Turks took
this Island; for one of them going up into the steeple of
Famagusta, and finding there a pitcher of this water, he, fancying
that it contained gold or silver, or some precious thing, broke it,
and spilt what was therein; since which the Cypriots have been as
much tormented as ever by the locusts. </p>
<p> On the confines of the <placeName>Medes</placeName> and of
<placeName>Armenia</placeName>, at certain times a great
quantity of Birds are seen who resemble our blackbirds, and they
have a property sufficiently curious to make me mention it. When
the corn in these parts begins to grow, it is astonishing to see
the number of Locusts with which all the fields are covered. The
<orgName>Armenians</orgName> have no other method of delivering
themselves from these insects, than by going in procession round
the fields and sprinkling them with a particular water which they
take care to preserve in their houses. For this water comes from a
great distance, they fetch it from a Well belonging to one of their
<rs type="building" subtype="temple">Convents</rs> near the
frontiers, and they say that the bodies of many <orgName>Christian
martyrs</orgName> were formerly thrown into this well. These
processions and the sprinkling continue three or four days, after
which the Birds that I have mentioned come in great flights, and
whether it be that they eat the locusts, or drive them away, in two
or three days the country is cleared of them.
<bibl>Tavernier.</bibl>
</p>
<p> At <placeName>Mosul</placeName> and at
<placeName>Haleb</placeName>, says Niebuhr, I heard much of the
Locust Bird, without seeing it. They there call it <hi rend="italic">Samarmar</hi>, or as others pronounce it, <hi rend="italic">Samarmog</hi>. It is said to be black, larger than
a sparrow, and no ways pleasant to the palate. I am assured that it
every day destroys an incredible number of Locusts; they pretend
nevertheless that the Locusts sometimes defend themselves, and
devour the Bird with its feathers, when they have overpowered it by
numbers. When the children in the frontier towns of
<placeName>Arabia</placeName> catch a live Locust, they place it
before them and cry <hi rend="italic">Samarmog</hi>! And because it
stoops down terrified at the noise, or at the motion of the child,
or clings more closely to its place, the children believe that it
fears the name of its enemy, that it hides itself, and attempts to
throw stones. The <hi rend="italic">Samarmog</hi> is not a native
of <placeName>Mosul</placeName> or <placeName>Haleb</placeName>,
but they go to seek it in <placeName>Khorasan</placeName> with much
ceremony. When the Locusts multiply very greatly, the government
sends persons worthy of trust to a spring near <placeName ref="Samarûn">the village of <hi rend="italic">Samarûn</hi>
</placeName>, situated in a plain between four
mountains, by <placeName ref="Mesched">
<hi rend="italic">Mesched</hi>
</placeName>, or <placeName ref="Musa_er_ridda">
<hi rend="italic">Musa er ridda</hi>
</placeName>, in that
province of <placeName>Persia</placeName>. The deputies with the
ceremonies prescribed fill a chest with this water, and pitch the
chest so that the water may neither evaporate nor be spilt before
their return. From the spring to the Town whence they were sent,
the chest must always be between heaven and earth: they must
neither place it on the ground, nor under any roof, lest it should
lose all its virtue. <placeName>Mosul</placeName> being surrounded
with a wall, the water must not pass under the gate way, but it is
received over the wall, and the chest placed upon <rs type="building" subtype="temple">the Mosque <hi rend="italic">Nebbi Gurgis</hi>, a building which was formerly a church,
and which in preference to all the other buildings has had from
time immemorial the honour to possess this chest upon its
roof</rs>. When this precious water has been brought from
<placeName>Khorasan</placeName> with the requisite precautions,
the common <orgName>Mohammedans</orgName>,
<orgName>Christians</orgName> and <orgName>Jews</orgName> of
<placeName>Mosul</placeName> believe that the <hi rend="italic">Samarmog</hi> follows the water, and remains in the country as
long as there is a single drop left in the chest of <hi rend="italic">Nebbi-Gurgis</hi>. Seeing one day a large stork's
nest upon this vessel, I told a Christian of some eminence in the
town, how much I admired the quick smell of the <hi rend="italic">Samarmog</hi>, who perceived the smell of the water thro' such
a quantity of ordure, he did not answer me, but was very much
scandalized that the government should have permitted the stork to
make her nest upon so rare a treasure, and still more angry, that
for more than nine years, the government had not sent to procure
fresh water. <bibl>Niebuhr. Desc. de l'Arabie.</bibl>
</p>
<p>
<persName>Dr. Russell</persName> describes this bird as about the
size of a starling, the body of a flesh colour, the rest of its
plumage black, the bill and legs black also.</p>
</note>
<name type="divin">Allah</name> who decreed</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1598">"Yon tribe the plague and punishment of man,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1599">"These also hath he doomed to meet their way:</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1600">"Both passive instruments</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1601">"Of his all-acting will,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1602">"Sole mover he, and only spring of all."</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg183">
<l rend="i0" n="1603">While thus he spake, <persName>Oneiza</persName>'s eye
looks up</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1604">Where one towards her flew,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1605">Satiate, for so it seemed, with sport and food.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1606">The Bird flew over her,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1607">And as he past above,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1608">From his relaxing grasp a Locust fell....</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1609">It fell upon the Maiden's robe,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1610">And feebly there it stood, recovering slow.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg184">
<l rend="i4" n="1611">The admiring girl surveyed</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1612">His out-spread sails of green.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1613">His gauzy underwings,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1614">One closely to the grass green body furled,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1615">One ruffled in the fall, and half unclosed.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1616">She viewed his jet-orbed eyes</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1617">His glossy gorget bright</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1618">Green-glittering in the sun;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1619">His plumy pliant horns</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1620">That, nearer as she gazed,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1621">Bent tremblingly before her breath.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1622">She viewed his yellow-circled front</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1623">With lines mysterious veined;</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1624">"And knowest thou what is written here,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1625">"My father?" said the Maid.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1626">"Look <persName>Thalaba</persName>! perchance these
lines</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1627">"Are in <rs type="script" subtype="eng">the letters of
<rs type="art" subtype="gem">the Ring</rs>
</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1628">
<rs type="script" subtype="nature">"<name type="myth">Nature</name>'s own
language written here."</rs>
</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg185">
<l rend="i2" n="1629">The youth bent down, and suddenly</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1630">He started, and his heart</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1631">Sprung, and his cheek grew red,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1632">For the mysterious
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_68">
<p> The Locusts are remarkable for the hieroglyphic that they bear
upon the forehead, their colour is green throughout the whole body,
excepting a little yellow rim that surrounds their head, which is
lost at their eyes. This insect has two upper wings pretty solid:
they are green like the rest of the body, except that there is in
each a little white spot. The Locust keeps them extended like great
sails of a ship going before the wind, it has besides two other
wings underneath the former, and which resemble a light transparent
stuff pretty much like a cobweb, and which it makes use of in the
manner of smack sails that are along a vessel; but when the Locust
reposes herself she does like a vessel that lies at anchor, for she
keeps the second sails furled under the first. <bibl>Norden.</bibl>
</p>
<p> The <orgName>Mohammedans</orgName> believe some mysterious meaning
is contained in the lines upon the Locust's forehead. </p>
<p> I compared the description in the Poem with a Locust, which was
caught in <placeName>Leicestershire</placeName>. It is remarkable
that a single insect should have found his way so far inland.</p>
</note>
<rs type="script" subtype="nature">lines were legible</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1633">
<rs type="script" subtype="nature">
<hi rend="smallcap">When the sun shall be
darkened at noon</hi>
</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1634">
<rs type="script" subtype="nature">
<hi rend="smallcap">Son of Hodeirah,
depart.</hi>
</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1635">And <persName>Moath</persName> looked, and read the lines
aloud;</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1636">The Locust shook his wings and fled,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1637">And they were silent all.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg186">
<l rend="i2" n="1638">Who then rejoiced but <persName>Thalaba</persName>?</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1639">Who then was troubled but <rs type="person" ref="Oneiza">the Arabian Maid</rs>?</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1640">And <persName>Moath</persName> sad of heart,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1641">Tho' with a grief supprest, beheld the youth</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1642">Sharpen his arrows now,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1643">And now new-plume their shafts,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1644">Now to beguile impatient hope</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1645">Feel every sharpened point.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg187">
<l rend="i0" n="1646">"Why is that anxious look," Oneiza cried,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1647">"Still upwards cast at noon?</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1648">"Is Thalaba aweary of our tent?"</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1649">"I would be gone," the youth replied,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1650">"That I might do my task,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1651">"And full of glory to <rs type="building" subtype="tent">the tent</rs> return</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1652">"Whence I should part no more."</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg188">
<l rend="i4" n="1653">But on the noontide sun,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1654">As anxious and as oft <persName>Oneiza</persName>'s
eye</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1655">Was upward glanced in fear.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1656">And now as <persName>Thalaba</persName> replied, her
cheek</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1657">Lost its fresh and lively hue,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1658">For in the Sun's bright edge</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1659">She saw, or thought she saw, a little speck.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1660">
<rs type="science" subtype="astro">
<persName>The sage
Astronomer</persName>
</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1661">Who with the love of science full</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1662">Trembled that day at every passing cloud,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1663">He had not seen it, 'twas a speck so small.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg189">
<l rend="i0" n="1664">Alas! <persName>Oneiza</persName> sees the spot
increase!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1665">And lo! the ready Youth</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1666">Over his shoulder the full quiver slings</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1667">And grasps the slackened bow.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1668">It spreads, and spreads, and now</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1669">Has shaddowed half the Sun,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1670">Whose crescent-pointed horns</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1671">Now momently decrease.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg190">
<l rend="i0" n="1672">The day grows dark, the Birds retire to rest;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1673">Forth from her shadowy haunt</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1674">Flies the large-headed
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_69">
<p> An <orgName>Arabian</orgName> expression from <bibl>the
Moallakat</bibl>. "She turns her right side, as if she were in
fear of some large-headed Screamer of the night." <bibl>Poem of
Antara.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
Screamer of the night.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1675">
<rs type="place" ref="Africa">Far off the affrighted
African</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1676">Deeming his<name type="divin">God</name>deceased,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1677">Falls on his knees in prayer,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1678">And trembles as he sees</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1679">The fierce Hyena's eyes</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1680">Glare in the darkness of that dreadful noon.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B3_lg191">
<l rend="i2" n="1681">Then <persName>Thalaba</persName> exclaimed,
"Farewell,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1682">"My father! my <persName>Oneiza</persName>!" the <rs type="person" ref="Moath">Old Man</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1683">Felt his throat swell with grief.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1684">"Where wilt thou go my Child?" he cried,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1685">"Wilt thou not wait a sign</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1686">"To point thy destined way?"</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1687">"<name type="divin">God</name> will conduct me!" said the
noble youth,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1688">He said and from <rs type="building" subtype="tent">the
Tent</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1689">In the depth of the darkness departed.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1690">They heard his parting steps,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1691">The quiver rattling as he past away.</l>
</lg>
</div>
<!--2014-09-10 ebb TAGGED TO HERE -->
<div type="book" xml:id="Book_4">
<head>THE FOURTH BOOK.</head>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg192">
<l rend="i4" n="1692">Whose is yon dawning form,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1693">That in the darkness meets</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1694">
<rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">The delegated
youth</rs>?</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1695">Dim as the shadow of a fire at noon,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1696">Or pale reflection on the evening brook</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1697">Of Glow-worm on the bank</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1698">Kindled to guide her winged paramour.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg193">
<l rend="i0" n="1699">A moment, and the brightening image shaped</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1700">
<persName ref="Zeinab">His Mother</persName>'s form and
features. "Go," she cried,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1701">"To <placeName>Babylon</placeName>, and from the Angels
learn</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1702">"What talisman thy task requires."</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1703">The Spirit hung towards <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">him</rs> when she ceased,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1704">As tho' with actual lips she would have given</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1705">A mother's kiss ... his arms outstretched,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1706">His body bending on,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1707">His lips unclosed and trembling into speech</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1708">He prest to meet the blessing,... but the wind</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1709">Played on his cheek: he looked, and he beheld</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1710">The darkness close. "Again! again!" he cried,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1711">"Let me again behold thee!" from the darkness</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1712">His Mother's voice went forth;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1713">"Thou shall behold me <time>in the hour of
death</time>."</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg194">
<l rend="i2" n="1714">Day dawns, the twilight gleam dilates,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1715">The Sun comes forth and like a<name type="divin">God</name>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1716">Rides thro' rejoicing heaven.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1717">Old <persName>Moath</persName> and his <rs type="person" ref="Oneiza">daughter</rs> from their tent</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1718">Beheld the adventurous youth,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1719">Dark moving o'er the sands,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1720">A lessening image, trembling thro' their tears.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1721">Visions of high emprize</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1722">Beguiled his lonely road;</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1723">And if sometimes to <persName>Moath</persName>'s tent</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1724">The involuntary mind recurred,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1725">Fancy, impatient of all painful thoughts</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1726">Pictured the bliss should welcome his return.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1727">In dreams like these he went,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1728">And still of every dream</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1729">
<persName>Oneiza</persName> formed a part,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1730">And Hope and Memory made a mingled joy.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg195">
<l rend="i2" n="1731">In the eve he arrived at a Well,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1732">The Acacia bent over its side,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1733">Under whose long light-hanging boughs</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1734">He chose his night's abode.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1735">There, due ablutions made and prayers performed,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1736">The youth his mantle spread,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1737">And silently produced</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1738">His solitary meal.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1739">The silence and the solitude recalled</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1740">Dear recollections, and with folded arms,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1741">Thinking of other days, he sate, till thought</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1742">Had left him, and the Acacia's moving shade</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1743">Upon the sunny sand</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1744">Had caught his idle eye,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1745">And his awakened ear</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1746">Heard the grey Lizard's chirp,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1747">The only sound of life.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg196">
<l rend="i0" n="1748">As thus in vacant quietness he sate,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1749">A Traveller on a Camel reached the Well,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1750">And courteous greeting gave.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1751">The mutual salutation past,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1752">He by the cistern too his garment spread,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1753">And friendly converse cheered the social meal.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg197">
<l rend="i2" n="1754">The Stranger was an antient man,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1755">Yet one whose green old age</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1756">Bore the fair characters of temperate youth.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1757">So much of manhood's strength his limbs retained,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1758">It seemed he needed not the staff he bore.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1759">His beard was long, and grey, and crisp;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1760">Lively his eyes and quick,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1761">And reaching over them</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1762">The large broad eye-brow curled....</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1763">His speech was copious, and his winning words</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1764">Enriched with knowledge, that the attentive youth</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1765">Sate listening with a thirsty joy.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg198">
<l rend="i4" n="1766">So in the course of talk</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1767">The adventurer youth enquired</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1768">Whither his course was bent;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1769">The Old Man answered, "to <placeName>Bagdad</placeName> I
go."</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1770">At that so welcome sound a flash of joy</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1771">Kindled the eye of Thalaba;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1772">"And I too," he replied,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1773">"Am journeying thitherward,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1774">"Let me become companion of thy way!"</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1775">Courteous the Old Man smiled,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1776">And willing in assent....</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg199">
<l rend="i8" n="1777">OLD MAN.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg200">
<l rend="i0" n="1778">Son, thou art young for travel.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg201">
<l rend="i8" n="1779">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg202">
<l rend="i12" n="1780">Until now</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1781">I never past <rs type="place" ref="desert">the desert
boundary</rs>.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg203">
<l rend="i8" n="1782">OLD MAN.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg204">
<l rend="i0" n="1783">It is <rs type="place" ref="Bagdad">a noble city</rs>
that we seek.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1784">Thou wilt behold magnificent palaces,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1785">
<rs type="building" subtype="monument">And lofty
obelisks, and high-domed Mosques,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1786">And rich <rs type="building" subtype="commerce">Bazars</rs>, whither <rs type="cosmopolitan">from all <placeName ref="the_world">the world</placeName>
</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1787">
<rs type="cosmopolitan">Industrious
<orgName>merchants</orgName> meet, and market there</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1788">
<rs type="cosmopolitan">
<placeName ref="the_world">The
World</placeName>'s collected wealth.</rs>
</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg205">
<l rend="i8" n="1789">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg206">
<l rend="i10" n="1790">Stands not <placeName>Bagdad</placeName>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1791">Near to the site of ancient
<placeName>Babylon</placeName>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1792">And <persName>Nimrod</persName>'s impious temple?</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg207">
<l rend="i8" n="1793">OLD MAN.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg208">
<l rend="i11" n="1794">From the walls</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1795">'Tis but a long day's distance.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg209">
<l rend="i8" n="1796">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg210">
<l rend="i12" n="1797">And the ruins?</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg211">
<l rend="i8" n="1798">OLD MAN.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg212">
<l rend="i0" n="1799">A mighty mass remains; enough to tell us</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1800">How great our
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_70">
<p> The Mussulmans are immutably prepossessed, that as the <placeName ref="Earth_planet">Earth</placeName> approaches its dissolution,
its sons and daughters gradually decrease in their dimensions. As
for Dagjial, they say, he will find the race of mankind dwindled
into such diminutive pigmies, that their habitations in cities, and
all the best towns, will be of no other fabrick than the shoes and
slippers made in these present ages, placed in rank and file, in
seemly and regular order; allowing one pair for two round families.
<bibl>Morgan's Hist. of Algiers.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
fathers were, how little we.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1801">Men are not what they were; their crimes and follies</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1802">Have dwarfed them down from the old hero race</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1803">To such poor things as we!</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg213">
<l rend="i8" n="1804">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg214">
<l rend="i10" n="1805">At <placeName>Babylon</placeName>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1806">I have heard the Angels expiate their guilt,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1807">
<name type="divin">Haruth</name> and <name type="divin">Maruth</name>.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg215">
<l rend="i8" n="1808">OLD MAN.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg216">
<l rend="i8" n="1809">'Tis a history</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1810">Handed from ages down; <orgName>the nurses</orgName> make
it</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1811">A tale to please <orgName>their children</orgName>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1812">And as their garrulous ignorance relates</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1813">We learn it and believe ... but all things feel</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1814">The power of Time and Change! thistles and grass</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1815">Usurp the desolate palace, and the weeds</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1816">Of Falshood root in the aged pile of Truth.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1817">How have you heard the tale?</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg217">
<l rend="i8" n="1818">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg218">
<l rend="i12" n="1819">Thus ... on a time</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1820">
<name type="divin" ref="Haruth Maruth">The Angels</name>
at the wickedness of man</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1821">Expressed indignant wonder: that in vain</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1822">Tokens and signs were given, and
<orgName>Prophets</orgName> sent,...</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1823">Strange obstinacy this! a stubborness</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1824">Of sin, they said, that should for ever bar</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1825">The gates of mercy on them. <name type="divin">Allah</name> heard</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1826">Their unforgiving pride, and bade that two</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1827">Of these untempted <name type="divin">Spirits</name>
should descend,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1828">Judges on <placeName ref="Earth_planet">earth</placeName>. <name type="divin">Haruth</name> and <name type="divin">Maruth</name> went,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1829">The chosen Sentencers; they fairly heard</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1830">The appeals of men to their tribunal brought,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1831">And rightfully decided. At the length</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1832">A Woman came before them ... beautiful</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1833">
<persName>Zohara</persName> was, as yonder Evening
star,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1834">In the mild lustre
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_71">
<p> The story of <name type="divin">Haruth</name> and <name type="divin">Maruth</name> as in the Poem, may be found in
<bibl>D'Herbelot</bibl>, and in <bibl>Sale's notes</bibl> to the
<bibl>Koran</bibl>. Of the differing accounts I have preferred
that which makes <persName>Zohara</persName> originally a woman,
and metamorphoses her into <rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest">the planet Venus</rs> to that which says the planet Venus
descended as Zohara to tempt the Angels. </p>
<p> The <orgName>Arabians</orgName> have so childish a love of rhyme,
that when two names are usually coupled they make them jingle, as
in the case of Haruth and Maruth. Thus they call
<persName>Cain</persName> and <persName>Abel</persName>, Abel
and Kabel. I am informed that the <bibl>Koran</bibl> is crowded
with rhymes, more particularly at the conclusion of the
chapters.</p>
</note>
of whose lovely light</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1835">Even now her beauty shines. They gazed on her</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1836">With fleshly eyes, they tempted her to sin.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1837">The wily woman listened, and required</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1838">A previous price, <rs type="script" subtype="holy">the
knowledge of the name
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_72">
<p>
<rs type="science" subtype="phys">
<rs type="script" subtype="holy">The Ism-Ablah—The Science of the Name
of<name type="divin">God</name>. They pretend that<name type="divin">God</name>is the lock of this science, and
<persName>Mohammed</persName> the key, that
consequently none but <orgName>Mohammedans</orgName> can
attain it; that it discovers what passes in distant
countries, that it familiarizes the possessors with the
<orgName>Genii</orgName>, who are at the command of the
initiated and who instruct them; that it places the winds
and the seasons at their disposal, that it heals the bile
of serpents, the lame, the maimed, and the
blind.</rs>
</rs> They say that some of their greatest
<orgName>Saints</orgName>, such as <hi rend="italic">Abdulkadir Cheilani</hi> of <placeName ref="Bagdad">Bagdat</placeName>, and <hi rend="italic">Ibn Alwan</hi> who
resided in the south of <placeName>Yemen</placeName>, were so
far advanced in this science by their devotion, that they said
their prayers every noon in the Kaba of
<placeName>Mecca</placeName>, and were not absent from their
own houses any other part of the day. A merchant of
<placeName>Mecca</placeName>, who had learnt it in all its
forms from <persName>Mohammed el Dsjanâdsjeni</persName> (at
present so famous in that city) pretended that he himself being
in danger of perishing at sea, had fastened a billet to the mast
with the usual ceremonies, and that immediately the tempest
ceased. <rs type="script" subtype="book">He showed me at
<placeName>Bombay</placeName>, but at a distance, a book
which contained all sorts of figures and mathematical tables,
with instructions how to arrange the billets and the
appropriate prayers for every circumstance. But he would
neither suffer me to touch the Book, nor copy the title.</rs>
</p>
<p> There are some <orgName>Mohammedans</orgName> who shut
themselves up in a dark place without eating and drinking for a
long time, and there with a loud voice repeat certain short
prayers till they faint. When they recover they pretend to have
seen not only a croud of <name type="divin">Spirits</name>,
but<name type="divin">God</name>himself, and even <name type="divin">the Devil</name>. <rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">But the true initiated in the Ism-Allah do
not seek these visions.</rs> The secret of discovering hidden
treasures, belong also, if I mistake not, to the Ism <name type="divin">Allah</name>. <bibl>Niebuhr.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1839">Of<name type="divin">God</name>. <rs type="script" subtype="holy">She learnt the wonder-working name</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1840">
<rs type="script" subtype="holy">And gave it
utterance</rs>, and its virtue bore her</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1841">Up to <name type="divin">the glorious Presence</name>,
and she told</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1842">
<rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin" ref="Heaven">Before
the aweful Judgement-Seat</rs>, her tale.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg219">
<l rend="i8" n="1843">OLD MAN.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg220">
<l rend="i0" n="1844">I know the rest, the accused Spirits were called:</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1845">Unable of defence, and penitent,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1846">They owned their crime and heard the doom deserved.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1847">Then they besought the Lord that not for ever</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1848">His wrath might be upon them; and implored</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1849">That penal ages might at length restore them</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1850">Clean from offence, since then by
<placeName>Babylon</placeName>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1851">In the cavern of their punishment they dwell,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1852">Runs the conclusion so?</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg221">
<l rend="i8" n="1853">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg222">
<l rend="i10" n="1854">So I am taught.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg223">
<l rend="i8" n="1855">OLD MAN.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg224">
<l rend="i0" n="1856">The common tale! and likely thou hast heard</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1857">How that the bold and bad, with impious rites</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1858">Intrude upon their penitence, and force,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1859">Albeit from loathing and reluctant lips,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1860">The sorcery-secret?</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg225">
<l rend="i8" n="1861">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg226">
<l rend="i8" n="1862">Is it not the truth?</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg227">
<l rend="i8" n="1863">OLD MAN.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg228">
<l rend="i0" n="1864">Son, thou hast seen the Traveller in the sands</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1865">Move in the dizzy light of the hot noon,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1866">Huge
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_73">
<p> One of the Arabs whom we saw from afar, and who was mounted upon a
Camel, seemed higher than a tower and to be moving in the air, at
first this was to me a strange appearance, however it was only the
effect of refraction. The Camel which the Arab was upon touched the
ground like all others. There was nothing then extraordinary in
this phenomenon, and I afterwards saw many appearances exactly
similar in the dry Countries. <bibl>Niebuhr.</bibl>
</p>
<p> "They surprized you, not indeed by a sudden assault; but they
advanced, and the sultry vapour of noon thro' which you saw them,
increased their magnitude." <bibl>Moallakat. Poem of Hareth.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
as the giant race of elder times,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1867">And his Camel, than the monstrous Elephant,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1868">Seem of a vaster bulk.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg229">
<l rend="i8" n="1869">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg230">
<l rend="i10" n="1870">A frequent sight.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg231">
<l rend="i8" n="1871">OLD MAN.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg232">
<l rend="i0" n="1872">And hast thou never in the twilight, fancied</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1873">Familiar object into some strange shape</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1874">And form uncouth?</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg233">
<l rend="i8" n="1875">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg234">
<l rend="i8" n="1876">Aye! many a time.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg235">
<l rend="i8" n="1877">OLD MAN.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg236">
<l rend="i14" n="1878">Even so</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1879">Things viewed at distance thro' the mist of fear,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1880">In their distortion terrify and shock</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1881">The abused sight.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg237">
<l rend="i8" n="1882">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg238">
<l rend="i6" n="1883"> But of these Angels fate</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1884">Thus in the uncreated Book is written.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg239">
<l rend="i8" n="1885">OLD MAN.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg240">
<l rend="i0" n="1886">Wisely from legendary fables, Heaven</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1887">Inculcates wisdom.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg241">
<l rend="i8" n="1888">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg242">
<l rend="i6" n="1889"> How then is the truth?</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1890">Is not the dungeon of their punishment</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1891">By ruined <placeName>Babylon</placeName>?</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg243">
<l rend="i8" n="1892">OLD MAN.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg244">
<l rend="i8" n="1893">By <placeName>Babylon</placeName>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1894">
<name type="divin">Haruth</name> and <name type="divin">Maruth</name> may be found.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg245">
<l rend="i8" n="1895">
<persName ref="Thalaba">THALABA</persName>.</l>
<l rend="i12" n="1896"> And there</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1897">
<orgName ref="magicians">Magician</orgName> learn their
impious sorcery?</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg246">
<l rend="i8" n="1898">OLD MAN.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg247">
<l rend="i0" n="1899">
<rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">Son</rs> what thou sayest
is true, and it is false.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1900">But night approaches fast; I have travelled far</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1901">And my old lids are heavy ... on our way</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1902">We shall have hours for converse, let us now</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1903">Turn to our due repose. Son, peace be with thee!</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg248">
<l rend="i4" n="1904">So in his loosened cloak</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1905">The Old Man wrapt
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_74">
<p> One of these <hi rend="italic">Hykes</hi> is usually six yards
long and 5 or 6 foot broad, serving the Arab for a compleat dress
in the day, and for his bed and covering in the night. It is a
loose but troublesome kind of garment, being frequently
disconcerted and falling upon the ground, so that the person who
wears it, is every moment obliged to tuck it up, and fold it anew
about his body. This shews the great use there is for a girdle in
attending any active employment, and in consequence thereof, the
force of the scripture injunction alluding thereunto, of <hi rend="italic">having our loyns girded</hi>. The method of
wearing these garments, with the use they are at other times put
to, in serving for coverlets to their beds, should induce us to
take the finer sort of them at least, such as are wore by the
Ladies and persons of distinction, to be the <hi rend="italic">peplus</hi> of the antients. It is very probable likewise, that
the loose folding garment, (the <hi rend="italic">Toga</hi> I take
it to be) of the Romans, was of this kind: for if the drapery of
their statues is to instruct us, this is actually no other than
what the Arabs appear in, when they are folded up in their <hi rend="italic">Hykes</hi>. Instead of the <hi rend="italic">fibula</hi>, they join together, with thread or a wooden
bodkin, the two upper corners of this garment, which being first
placed over one of their shoulders, they fold the rest of it
afterwards round their bodies. <bibl>Shaw.</bibl>
</p>
<p> The employment of the women is to prepare their wool, spin, and
weave in looms hung lengthways in their tents. These looms are
formed by a list of an ell and a half long, to which the threads of
the warp are fixed at one end, and at the other on a roller of
equal length; the weight of which, being suspended, keeps them
stretched. The threads of the warp are so hung as to be readily
intersected. Instead of shuttles, the women pass the thread of the
woof thro' the warp with their fingers, and with an iron comb,
having a handle, press the woof to give a body to their cloth. Each
piece of about 5 ells long, and an ell and a half wide, is called a
<hi rend="italic">haick</hi>; it receives neither dressing,
milling nor dying, but is immediately fit for use: it is the
constant dress of the <orgName>Moors</orgName> of the country, is
without seam, and incapable of varying according to the caprices of
fashion. When dirty it is washed: the Moor is wrapped up in it day
and night, and this <hi rend="italic">haick</hi> is the living
model of the drapery of the ancients. <bibl>Chenier.</bibl>
</p>
<p> If thou at all take thy neighbour's raiment to pledge, thou shalt
deliver it unto him by that the Sun goeth down. </p>
<p> For that is his covering only, it is his raiment for his skin:
wherein shall he sleep? <bibl>Exodus.</bibl> XXII. 26. 27. </p>
</note>
himself</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1906">And laid his limbs at length:</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1907">And <persName>Thalaba</persName> in silence laid him
down.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1908">Awhile he lay and watched the lovely Moon,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1909">O'er whose broad orb the boughs</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1910">A mazy fretting framed,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1911">Or with a pale transparent green</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1912">Lighting the restless leaves,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1913">The thin Acacia leaves that played above.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1914">The murmuring wind, the moving leaves</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1915">Lulled him to sleep with mingled lullabies.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg249">
<l rend="i0" n="1916">Not so the dark Magician by his side,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1917">
<persName>Lobaba</persName>, who from the <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Domdaniel_Cave">Domdaniel
caves</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1918">Had sought the dreaded youth.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1919">Silent he lay, and simulating sleep,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1920">Till by the long and regular breath he knew</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1921">The youth beside him slept.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1922">Carefully then he rose,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1923">And bending over him, surveyed him near</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1924">And secretly he cursed</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1925">
<rs type="art" subtype="gem">The dead Abdaldar's
ring</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1926">Armed by whose amulet</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1927">He slept from danger safe.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg250">
<l rend="i0" n="1928">Wrapped in his mantle <persName>Thalaba</persName>
reposed,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1929">His loose right arm pillowing his head.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1930">The Moon was on <rs type="art" subtype="gem">the
Ring</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1931">Whose <rs type="art" subtype="gem">crystal gem</rs>
returned</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1932">A quiet, moveless light.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1933">Vainly <rs type="person" ref="Lobaba">the Wizard</rs>
vile put forth his hand</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1934">And strove to reach <rs type="art" subtype="gem">the
gem</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1935">Charms strong as hell could make them, made it safe.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1936">He called his servant fiends,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1937">He bade the <orgName>Genii</orgName> rob the sleeping
youth.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1938">By the virtue of <rs type="art" subtype="gem">the
Ring</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1939">By <persName>Mohammed</persName>'s holier power,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1940">By the holiest name of <name type="divin">God</name>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1941">Had <persName>Thalaba</persName> disarmed the evil
race.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg251">
<l rend="i0" n="1942">Baffled and weary, and convinced at length,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1943">Anger, and fear, and rancour gnawing him,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1944">
<rs type="person" ref="Lobaba">The accursed Sorcerer</rs>
ceased his vain attempts.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1945">Content perforce to wait</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1946">Temptations likelier aid.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1947">Restless he lay, and brooding many a wile,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1948">And tortured with impatient hope,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1949">And envying with the bitterness of hate</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1950">The innocent youth, who slept so sweetly by.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg252">
<l rend="i0" n="1951">The ray of morning on his eye lids fell,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1952">And Thalaba awoke</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1953">And folded his mantle around him,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1954">And girded his loins for the day;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1955">Then the due rites of holiness observed.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1956">His comrade too arose,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1957">And with the outward forms</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1958">Of righteousness and prayer insulted<name type="divin">God</name>.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1959">They filled their water skin, they gave</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1960">The Camel his full draught.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1961">Then on their road while yet the morn was young</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1962">And the air was fresh with dew,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1963">Forward the travellers went,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1964">With various talk beguiling the long way.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1965">But soon the youth, whose busy mind</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1966">Dwelt on Lobaba's wonder-stirring words,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1967">Renewed the unfinished converse of the night.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg253">
<l rend="i8" n="1968">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg254">
<l rend="i0" n="1969">Thou saidest that it is true, and yet is false,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1970">That men accurst, attain at
<placeName>Babylon</placeName>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1971">Forbidden knowledge from <name type="divin" ref="Haruth Maruth">the Angel pair</name>....</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1972">How mean you?</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg255">
<l rend="i8" n="1973">LOBABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg256">
<l rend="i6" n="1974">All things have a double power,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1975">Alike for good and evil, the same fire</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1976">That on the comfortable hearth at eve</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1977">Warmed the good man, flames o'er the house at night</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1978">Should we for this forego</l>
<l rend="i4" n="1979">The needful element?</l>
<l rend="i2" n="1980">Because the scorching summer Sun</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1981">Darts fever, wouldst thou quench the orb of day?</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1982">Or deemest thou that Heaven in anger formed</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1983">Iron to till the field, because when man</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1984">Had tipt his arrows for the chase, he rushed</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1985">A murderer to the war?</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg257">
<l rend="i8" n="1986">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg258">
<l rend="i10" n="1987">What follows hence?</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg259">
<l rend="i8" n="1988">LOBABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg260">
<l rend="i0" n="1989">That nothing in itself is good or evil,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1990">But only in its use. Think you the man</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1991">Praiseworthy who by painful study learns</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1992">The knowledge of all simples, and their power</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1993">Healing or harmful?</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg261">
<l rend="i8" n="1994">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg262">
<l rend="i8" n="1995">All men hold in honour</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1996">The skilful Leech. From land to land he goes</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1997">Safe in his privilege; the sword of war</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1998">Spares him, Kings welcome him with costly gifts,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="1999">And he who late had from the couch of pain</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2000">Lifted a languid look to him for aid,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2001">Views him with brightened eyes, and blesses him</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2002">In his first thankful prayer.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg263">
<l rend="i8" n="2003">LOBABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg264">
<l rend="i10" n="2004">Yet some there are</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2005">Who to the purposes of wickedness,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2006">Apply this knowledge, and from herbs distil</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2007">Poison to mix it in the trusted draught.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg265">
<l rend="i8" n="2008">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg266">
<l rend="i2" n="2009">Allah shall cast them in the fire</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2010">Whose fuel is the cursed! there shall they</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2011">Endure the ever-burning agony</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2012">Consuming
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_75">
<p> Fear the fire whose fuel is men, and stones prepared for the
unbelievers. <bibl>Koran. Chap. 2.</bibl>
</p>
<p> Verily those who disbelieve our signs, <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin" ref="Hell">we will surely cast to be
broiled in hell fire</rs>; so often as their skins shall be well burned,
we will give them other skins in exchange, that they may take the
sharper torment. <bibl>Koran. Chap. 4.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
still in flames, and still renewed.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg267">
<l rend="i8" n="2013">LOBABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg268">
<l rend="i0" n="2014">But is their knowledge therefore in itself</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2015">Unlawful?</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg269">
<l rend="i8" n="2016">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg270">
<l rend="i4" n="2017">That were foolishness to think.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg271">
<l rend="i8" n="2018">LOBABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg272">
<l rend="i0" n="2019">O what a glorious animal were Man,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2020">Knew he but his own powers! and knowing gave them</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2021">Room for their growth and spread! the Horse obeys</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2022">His guiding will, the patient Camel bears him</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2023">Over these wastes of sand, the Pigeon wafts</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2024">His bidding thro' the sky: and with these triumphs</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2025">He rests contented! with these ministers,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2026">When he might awe the Elements, and make</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2027">Myriads of Spirits serve him!</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg273">
<l rend="i8" n="2028">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg274">
<l rend="i12" n="2029">But as how!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2030">By a league with Hell, a covenant that binds</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2031">The soul to utter death!</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg275">
<l rend="i8" n="2032">LOBABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg276">
<l rend="i10" n="2033">Was <persName>Solomon</persName>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2034">Accurst of <name type="divin">God</name>? yet <rs type="science" subtype="orac">to his talismans</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2035">Obedient, o'er his throne the <orgName>birds of <rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest" ref="sky">Heaven</rs>
</orgName>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2036">Their waving wings
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_76">
<p>
<rs type="art" subtype="gem">
<orgName>The Arabians</orgName>
attribute to <persName>Solomon</persName> a perpetual enmity and
warfare against wicked <orgName>Genii</orgName> and
<orgName>Giants</orgName>; on the subject of his
wonder-working Ring their tales are innumerable. They have even
invented a whole race of <orgName>Pre-Adamite
Solomons</orgName>, who according to them governed <placeName ref="the_world">the world</placeName> successively to the
number of 40, or as others affirm, as many as 72. All these made
the evil <orgName>Genii</orgName> their unwilling Drudges.</rs>
<bibl>
<author>D'Herbelot</author>.</bibl>
</p>
<p>
<persName ref="Anchietus">Anchieta</persName> was going in a canoe
to the mouth of the <placeName>river Aldea</placeName>, a
delightful spot, surrounded with mango trees, and usually abounding
with birds called goarazes, that breed there. These birds are about
the size of a hen, their colour a rich purple, inclining to red.
They are white when hatched, and soon become black, but as they
grow larger lose that colour and take this rich and beautiful
purple. Our navigators had reached the place, but when they should
have enjoyed the fine prospect which delights all who pass it, the
sun was excessively hot, and this eye-pleasure was purchased dearly
when the whole body was in a profuse perspiration, and the rowers
were in a fever. Their distress called upon Joseph, and the remedy
was no new one to him. He saw three or four of these birds perched
upon a mango, and <rs type="place" subtype="language" ref="Brazil">calling to them in the Brazilian language</rs> which the rowers
understood, said, go you, call your companions, and come to shade
these hot servants of the Lord. The birds stretched out their necks
as if in obedience, and away they went to seek for others, and in a
short time they came flying in the shape of an elegant cloud, and
they shadowed the canoe a good league out to sea till the fresh sea
breeze sprung up. Then they told them they might go about their
business, and they separated with a clamor of rude but joyful
sounds, which were only understood by <name type="divin">the Author
of Nature</name> who created them. This was a greater miracle
than that of the cloud with which<name type="divin">God</name>defended his chosen people in the wilderness from the
heat of the sun, inasmuch as it was a more elegant and fanciful
parasol. <hi rend="italic">Acho que foy maior portento este que o
da nuvem, com que deos defendes no deserto a seu Povo minoso do
calor do sol, tanto quanto mais tem de gracioso & aprasivel
este chapeo de sol, que aquelle.</hi>
</p>
<p> This was a common miracle of <persName>Anchietus</persName>.
<persName>Jacob Biderman</persName> has an epigram upon the
subject, quoted in <bibl>the <orgName>Jesuit</orgName>'s
life</bibl>. </p>
<q>
<lg xml:lang="la">
<l rend="i0">Hesperii peterent cum barbara littora mystæ,</l>
<l rend="i2">Et sociis æger pluribus unus erat,</l>
<l rend="i0">Ille suum extincto, Phœbi quia lampadis æstu</l>
<l rend="i2">Occultoque uri, questus ab igne caput</l>
<l rend="i0">Quæsiit in prora, si quam daiet angulus umbram,</l>
<l rend="i2">Nulla sed in proræ partibus umbra fuit.</l>
<l rend="i0">Quæsiit in puppi, nihil umbræ puppis habebat,</l>
<l rend="i2">Summa sed urebant solis, & ima faces.</l>
<l rend="i0">His cupiens Anchieta malis succurrere, solam</l>
<l rend="i2">Aera per medium tendere vidit avem.</l>
<l rend="i0">Vidit, ei socias, ait, i, quære cohortes</l>
<l rend="i2">Aliger atque redux cum legione veni.</l>
<l rend="i0">Dicta probavit avis, celerique citatior Euro,</l>
<l rend="i2">Cognatum properat, quærere jussa gregem.</l>
<l rend="i0">Milleque mox sociis comitata revertitur alis,</l>
<l rend="i2">Mille sequi visæ, mille præire ducem.</l>
<l rend="i0">Mille supra, & totidem, juxtaque, infraque
volabant,</l>
<l rend="i2">Omnis ad Anchietæ turba vocata preces.</l>
<l rend="i0">Et simul expansis facta testudine pennis,</l>
<l rend="i2">Desuper in tostas incubuere rates.</l>
<l rend="i0">Et procul inde diem, & lucem pepulere diei,</l>
<l rend="i2">Debile dum molis conderet umbra caput.</l>
<l rend="i0">Scilicet hæc fierent, ut canopea repente</l>
<l rend="i2">
<persName ref="Anchietus">Anchieta</persName>
artifices, esse coegit aves.</l>
</lg>
<bibl>
<title>Vida do Veneravel Padre Joseph de Anchieta, da companhia
de Jesu, Taumaturgo do Novo Mundo, na Provincia do Brasil.
composta pello P. Simam de Vasconcellos, da mesma
companhia.</title>
<placeName>Lisboa</placeName>. <date instant="false">1672</date>.</bibl>
</q>
<p>
<persName>Father Simam de Vasconcellos</persName> probably stole
this miracle from the Arabian story of
<persName>Solomon</persName>, not that he is deficient in
invention, but a <orgName>Jesuit</orgName> cannot be suspected of
ignorance. </p>
<p> In a very old book, the <bibl>
<hi rend="italic">Margarita
Philosophica</hi>
</bibl>, is an account of a parasol more
convenient, tho' not in so <hi rend="italic">elegant a taste</hi>
as that of the wonder worker <persName>Anchieta</persName>. There
is said to be <rs type="metaplace" subtype="remote">a nation of one
legged men</rs>, and one of these <orgName>unipods</orgName> is
represented in a print lying on his back, under the shade of his
own great foot. It is probably a classical lie. </p>
<p> The most quaint account of <persName>Solomon</persName>'s wisdom
is in <bibl>
<author>Du Bartas</author>
</bibl>. </p>
<lg>
<l rend="i0">Hee knowes——</l>
<l rend="i0">Whether <rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest" ref="sky">the Heavens</rs> sweet-sweating kisse appear</l>
<l rend="i0">To be Pearls parent, and the Oysters pheer,</l>
<l rend="i0">And whether, dusk, it makes them dim withall,</l>
<l rend="i0">Cleer breeds the cleer, and stormy brings the
pale:</l>
<l rend="i0">Whether from sea the amber-greece be sent,</l>
<l rend="i0">Or be some fishes pleasant excrement.</l>
<l rend="i0">He knowes why <placeName ref="Earth_planet">the
Earth</placeName>'s immoveable and round,</l>
<l rend="i0">The lees of <name type="myth">Nature</name>, center of
the mound;</l>
<l rend="i0">Hee knows her mesure: and hee knows beside</l>
<l rend="i0">How <hi rend="italic">Coloquintida</hi> (duely
apply'd)</l>
<l rend="i0">Within the darknesse of the Conduit-pipes,</l>
<l rend="i0">Amid the winding of our inward tripes,</l>
<l rend="i0">Can so discreetly the <hi rend="italic">white
humour</hi> take.</l>
</lg>
<bibl>
<author>Sylvester</author>'s <title>Du Bartas</title>. </bibl>
</note>
his sun-shield, fanned around him</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2075">The motionless air of noon: from place to place,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2076">
<rs type="science" subtype="phys">As his will reined <rs type="metaplace" subtype="barrier">the viewless Element</rs>
</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2077">
<rs type="metaplace" subtype="passage" ref="sky">He rode
the Wind</rs>: the <orgName>Genii</orgName> reared his <rs type="building" subtype="temple">temple</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2078">And ceaselessly in fear while his dead eye</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2079">O'erlooked them, day and night pursued their toil,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2080">So dreadful was his power.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg279">
<l rend="i8" n="2081">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg280">
<l rend="i10" n="2082">But 'twas from Heaven</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2083">His wisdom came; God's special gift ... the guerdon</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2084">Of early virtue.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg281">
<l rend="i8" n="2085">LOBABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg282">
<l rend="i6" n="2086">Learn thou, O young man!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2087">God hath appointed Wisdom the reward</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2088">Of study! 'tis a spring of living waters,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2089">Whose inexhaustible bounties all might drink</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2090">But few dig deep enough. Son! thou art silent,...</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2091">Perhaps I say too much,... perhaps offend thee.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg283">
<l rend="i8" n="2092">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg284">
<l rend="i0" n="2093">Nay, I am young, and willingly as becomes me,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2094">Hear the wise words of age.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg285">
<l rend="i8" n="2095">LOBABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg286">
<l rend="i12" n="2096">Is it a crime</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2097">To mount the horse, because forsooth thy feet</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2098">Can serve thee for the journey? is it sin</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2099">Because the Hern soars upward in the sky</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2100">Above the arrow's flight, to train the Falcon</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2101">Whose beak shall pierce him there? the powers which
All</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2102">Granted to man, were granted for his use;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2103">All knowledge that befits not human weakness</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2104">Is placed beyond its reach.... They who repair</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2105">To <placeName>Babylon</placeName>, and from the Angels
learn</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2106">Mysterious wisdom, sin not in the deed.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg287">
<l rend="i8" n="2107">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg288">
<l rend="i0" n="2108">Know you these secrets?</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg289">
<l rend="i8" n="2109">LOBABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg290">
<l rend="i10" n="2110">I? alas my Son</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2111">My age just knows enough to understand</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2112">How little all its knowledge! later years</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2113">Sacred to study, teach me to regret</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2114">Youth's unforeseeing indolence, and hours</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2115">That cannot be recalled! something I know:</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2116">The properties of herbs, and have sometimes</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2117">Brought to the afflicted comfort and relief</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2118">By the secrets of my art; under His blessing</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2119">Without whom all had failed! Also of Gems</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2120">I have some knowledge, and the characters</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2121">That tell beneath what aspect they were set.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg291">
<l rend="i8" n="2122">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg292">
<l rend="i0" n="2123">Belike you can interpret then the graving</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2124">Around this Ring?</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg293">
<l rend="i8" n="2125">LOBABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg294">
<l rend="i8" n="2126">My sight is feeble, Son,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2127">And I must view it closer, let me try!</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg295">
<l rend="i4" n="2128">The unsuspecting Youth</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2129">Held forth his linger to draw off the spell.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2130">Even whilst he held it forth,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2131">There settled there a Wasp,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2132">And just above the Gem infixed its dart.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2133">All purple swoln the hot and painful flesh</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2134">Rose round the tightened Ring.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2135">The baffled Sorcerer knew the hand of Heaven,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2136">And inwardly blasphemed.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg296">
<l rend="i4" n="2137">Ere long Lobaba's heart,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2138">Fruitful in wiles, devised new stratagem.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2139">A mist arose at noon;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2140">Like the loose hanging skirts</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2141">Of some low cloud that, by the breeze impelled,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2142">Sweeps o'er the mountain side.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2143">With joy the thoughtless youth</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2144">That grateful shadowing hailed;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2145">For grateful was the shade,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2146">While thro' the silver-lighted haze</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2147">Guiding their way, appeared the beamless Sun.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2148">But soon that beacon failed;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2149">A heavier mass of cloud</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2150">Impenetrably deep,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2151">Hung o'er the wilderness.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2152">"Knowest thou the track?" quoth Thalaba,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2153">"Or should we pause, and wait the wind</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2154">"To scatter this bewildering fog?"</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2155">The Sorcerer answered him</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2156">"Now let us hold right on,... for if we stray</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2157">"The Sun tomorrow will direct our course."</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2158">So saying, he towards <rs type="place" ref="desert">the
desert depths</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2159">Misleads the youth deceived.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg297">
<l rend="i4" n="2160">Earlier the night came on,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2161">Nor moon, nor stars, were visible in <rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest">Heaven</rs>;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2162">And when at morn the youth unclosed his eyes</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2163">He knew not where to turn his face in prayer.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2164">"What shall we do?" Lobaba cried,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2165">"The lights of <rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest">Heaven</rs> have ceased</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2166">"To guide us on our way.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2167">"Should we remain and wait</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2168">"More favourable skies?</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2169">"Soon would our food and water fail us here!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2170">"And if we venture on,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2171">"There are the dangers of the wilderness!"</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2172">"Sure it were best proceed!"</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2173">The chosen youth replies.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2174">"So haply we may reach some tent, or grove</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2175">"Of dates, or stationed tribe.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2176">"But idly to remain</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2177">"Were yielding effortless, and waiting death."</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2178">The wily Sorcerer willingly assents,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2179">And farther in the sands,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2180">Elate of heart, he leads the credulous youth.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg298">
<l rend="i4" n="2181">Still o'er the wilderness</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2182">Settled the moveless mist.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2183">The timid Antelope that heard their steps</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2184">Stood doubtful where to turn in that dim light,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2185">The Ostrich, blindly hastening, met them full.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2186">At night again in hope,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2187">Young Thalaba laid down;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2188">The morning came, and not one guiding ray</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2189">Thro' the thick mist was visible,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2190">The same deep moveless mist that mantled all.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2191">Oh for the Vulture's scream</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2192">That haunts for prey the abode of humankind!</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2193">Oh for the Plover's
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_77">
<p> In places where there was water we found a beautiful variety of
the plover. <bibl>Niebuhr.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
pleasant cry</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2194">To tell of water near!</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2195">Oh for the Camel-driver's
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_78">
<p> The Camels of the hot countries are not fastened one to the tail
of the other as in cold climates, but suffered to go at their will
like herds of cows. The Camel driver follows singing, and from time
to time giving a sudden whistle. The louder he sings and whistles,
the faster the Camels go, and they stop as soon as he ceases to
sing. The Camel-drivers to relieve each other sing alternately, and
when they wish their beasts to brouze for half an hour on what they
can find, they amuse themselves by smoking a pipe, after which
beginning again to sing, the Camels immediately proceed.
<bibl>Tavernier.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
song!</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2196">For now the water-skin grows light,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2197">Tho' of the draught, more eagerly desired,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2198">Imperious prudence took with sparing thirst.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2199">Oft from the third night's broken sleep,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2200">As in his dreams he heard</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2201">The sound of rushing winds,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2202">Started the anxious youth, and looked abroad,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2203">In vain! for still the deadly calm endured.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2204">Another day past on,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2205">The water-skin was drained,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2206">But then one hope arrived</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2207">For there was motion in the air!</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2208">The sound of the wind arose anon</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2209">That scattered the thick mist,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2210">And lo! at length the lovely face of Heaven!</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg299">
<l rend="i4" n="2211">Alas ... a wretched scene</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2212">Was opened on their view.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2213">They looked around, no wells were near,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2214">No tent, no human aid!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2215">Flat on the Camel lay the water-skin,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2216">And their dumb servant difficultly now,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2217">Over hot sands and under the hot sun,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2218">Dragged on with patient pain.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2219">But oh the joy! the blessed sight!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2220">When in the burning waste the Travellers</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2221">Saw a green meadow, fair with flowers besprent,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2222">Azure and yellow, like the beautiful fields</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2223">Of England, when amid the growing grass</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2224">The blue-bell bends, the golden king-cup shines,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2225">In the merry month of May!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2226">Oh joy! the Travellers</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2227">Gaze on each other with hope-brightened eyes,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2228">For sure thro' that green meadow flows</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2229">The living stream! and lo! their famished beast</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2230">Sees the restoring sight!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2231">Hope gives his feeble limbs a sudden strength,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2232">He hurries on!</l>
<l rend="i6" n="2233">The herbs so fair to eye</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2234">Were Senna, and the Gentian's blossom blue,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2235">And kindred plants that with unwatered root</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2236">Fed in the burning sand, whose bitter leaves</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2237">Even frantic
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_79">
<p> At four in the afternoon we had an unexpected entertainment, which
filled our hearts with a very short-lived joy. The whole plain
before us seemed thick covered with green grass and yellow daisies.
We advanced to the place with as much speed as our lame condition
would suffer us, but how terrible was our disapointment, when we
found the whole of that verdure to consist in senna and
coloquintida, the most nauseous of plants, and the most incapable
of being substituted as food for man or beast. <bibl>Bruce.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
Famine loathed.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg300">
<l rend="i0" n="2238">In uncommunicating misery</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2239">Silent they stood. At length Lobaba cried,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2240">"Son we must slay the Camel, or we die</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2241">"For lack of water! thy young hand is firm,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2242">"Draw forth the knife and pierce him!"</l>
<l rend="i12" n="2243">Wretch accurst,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2244">Who that beheld thy venerable face,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2245">Thy features fixed with suffering, the dry lips,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2246">The feverish eyes, could deem that all within</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2247">Was magic ease, and fearlessness secure,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2248">And wiles of hellish import? the young man</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2249">Paused with reluctant pity: but he saw</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2250">His comrade's red and painful countenance,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2251">And his own burning breath came short and quick,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2252">And at his feet the gasping beast</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2253">Lies, over-worn with want.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2254">Then from his
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_80">
<p> The girdles of these people are usually of worsted, very artfully
woven into a variety of figures, and made to wrap several times
about their bodies, one end of them, by being doubled and sown
along the edges, serves them for a purse, agreable to the
acceptation of the word Ζωνη in the Holy Scriptures, the Turks and
Arabs make a further use ot their girdles by fixing their knives
and poiniards in them; whilst the Hojias, i. e. the writers and
secretaries, are distinguished by having an inkhorn, the badge of
their office, suspended in the like situation. <bibl>Shaw.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
girdle Thalaba took the knife</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2255">With stern compassion, and from side to side</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2256">Across
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_81">
<p> On the road we passed the skeleton of a camel, which now and then
happens in <rs type="place" ref="desert">the desert</rs>. These are
poor creatures that have perished with fatigue: for those which are
killed for the sustenance of the Arabs, are carried away bones and
all together. Of the hides are made the soles of the slippers which
are worn in <placeName>Egypt</placeName>, without any dressing, but
what the sun can give them. The circumstances of this animal's
death, when his strength fails him on the road, have something in
them affecting to humanity. Such are his patience and perseverance,
that he pursues his journey without flagging, as long as he has
power to support its weight; and such are his fortitude and spirit,
that he will never give out, until nature sinks beneath the
complicated ills which press upon him. Then, and then only, will he
resign his burden and body to the ground. Nor stripes, nor caresses
nor food, nor rest, will make him rise again! His vigor is
exhausted, and life ebbs out apace! This the Arabs are very
sensible of, and kindly plunge a sword into the breast of the dying
beast, to shorten his pangs. Even the Arab feels remorse when he
commits this deed: his hardened heart is moved at the loss of a
faithful servant. <bibl>Eyles Irwin.</bibl>
</p>
<p> In the Monthly Magazine for January 1800, is a letter from
professor Heering recommending the introduction of these animals at
the Cape, but the Camel is made only for level countries. "This
animal is very ill qualified to travel upon the snow or wet ground;
the breadth in which they carry their legs, when they slip, often
occasions their splitting themselves; so that when they fall with
great burdens they seldom rise again." <bibl>Jonas Hanway.</bibl>
</p>
<p> The African Arabs say, if one should put the question <hi rend="italic">which is best for you, a Camel, to go up hill or
down?</hi> he will make answer, <hi rend="italic">God's curse
light on 'em both, wheresoever they are to be met with</hi>.
<bibl>Morgan's Hist. of Algiers.</bibl>
</p>
<p> No creature seems so peculiarly fitted to the climate in which it
exists. We cannot doubt the nature of the one has been adapted to
that of the other by some <hi rend="italic">disposing
intelligence</hi>. Designing the Camel to dwell in a country
where he can find little nourishment, <name type="myth">Nature</name> has been sparing of her materials in the whole of
his formation, She has not bestowed upon him the plump fleshiness
of the ox, horse, or elephant; but limiting herself to what is
strictly necessary, she has given him a small head without ears, at
the end of a long neck without flesh. She has taken from his legs
and thighs every muscle not immediately resquisite for motion; and
in short has bestowed on his withered body only the vessels and
tendons necessary to connect his frame together. She has furnished
him with a strong jaw, that he may grind the hardest aliments; but
lest he should consume too much, she has contracted his stomach,
and obliged him to chew the cud. She has lined his foot with a lump
of flesh, which, sliding in the mud, and being no way adapted for
climbing, fits him only for a dry, level, and sandy soil, like that
of <placeName>Arabia</placeName>. She has evidently destined him
likewise to slavery, by refusing him every sort of defence against
his enemies. Destitute of the horns of the bull, the hoofs of the
horse, the tooth of the elephant, and the swiftness of the stag,
how can the camel resist or avoid the attacks of the lion, the
tyger, or even the wolf? To preserve the species therefore, <name type="myth">Nature</name> has concealed him in the depths of the
<rs type="place" ref="desert">vast deserts</rs>, where the want
of vegetables can attract no game, and whence the want of game
repels every voracious animal. Tyranny must have expelled man from
the habitable parts of <placeName ref="Earth_planet">the
earth</placeName>, before the Camel could have lost his liberty.
Become domestic, he has rendered habitable the most barren soil
<placeName ref="the_world">the world</placeName> contains. He
alone supplies all his master's wants. The milk of the Camel
nourishes the family of the Arab, under the various forms of curds,
cheese, and butter; and they often feed upon his flesh. Slippers
and harness are made of his skin, and tents and clothing of his
hair. Heavy burthens are transported by his means, and when the
earth denies forage to the horse, so valuable to the Bedouin, the
she-camel supplies that deficiency by her milk, at no other cost,
for so many advantages, than a few stalks of brambles or wormwood,
and pounded date kernels. So great is the importance of the Camel
to the desert, that were it deprived of that useful animal, it must
infallibly lose every inhabitant. <bibl>Volney.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
the Camel's throat,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2257">Drew deep the crooked blade.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2258">Servant of man, that merciful deed</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2259">For ever ends thy suffering, but what doom</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2260">Waits thy deliverer! "little will thy death</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2261">"Avail us!" thought the youth,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2262">As in the water-skin he poured</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2263">The Camel's hoarded draught:</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2264">It gave a scant supply,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2265">The poor allowance of one prudent day.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg301">
<l rend="i0" n="2266">Son of Hodeirah, tho' thy steady soul</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2267">Despaired not, firm in faith,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2268">Yet not the less did suffering <name type="myth">Nature</name> feel</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2269">Her pangs and trials, long their craving thirst</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2270">Struggled with fear, by fear itself inflamed;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2271">But drop by drop, that poor,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2272">That last supply is drained!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2273">Still the same burning sun! no cloud in heaven!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2274">The hot air quivers, and the sultry mist</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2275">Floats o'er <rs type="place" ref="desert">the
desert</rs>, with a show</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2276">Of distant
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_82">
<p> Where any part of these <rs type="place" ref="desert">Deserts</rs>
is sandy and level, the Horizon is as fit for astronomical
observations as the sea, and appears at a small distance, to be no
less a collection of water. It was likewise equally surprising to
observe, in what an extraordinary manner every object appeared to
be magified within it; insomuch that a shrub seemed as big as a
tree, and a flock of Achbobbas might be mistaken for a caravan of
Camels. This seeming collection of water, always advances, about a
quarter of a mile before us, whilst the intermediate space appears
to be in one continued glow, occasioned by the quivering undulating
motion of that quick succession of vapours and exhalations, which
are extracted by the powerful influence of the sun.
<bibl>Shaw.</bibl>
</p>
<p> In the Bahar Danush is a metaphor drawn from this optical
deception. "It is the ancient custom of Fortune, and time has long
established the habit, that she at first bewilders the thirsty
travellers in the path of desire, by the misty vapour of
disappointment; but when their distress and misery has reached
extremity, suddenly relieving them from the dark windings of
confusion and error, she conducts them to the fountains of
enjoyment." </p>
<p> "The burning heat of the sun was reflected with double violence
from the hot sand, and the distant ridges of the hills, seen thro'
the ascending vapour, seemed to wave and fluctuate like the
unsettled sea." <bibl>Mungo Park.</bibl>
</p>
<p> "I shake the lash over my Camel, and she quickens her pace, while
the sultry vapour rolls in waves over the burning cliffs."
<bibl>Moallakat. Poem of Tarafa.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
waters, mocking their distress!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2277">The youth's parched lips were black,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2278">His tongue was
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_83">
<p> Perhaps no traveller but Mr. Park ever survived to relate similar
sufferings. </p>
<p> "I pushed on as fast as possible, in hopes of reaching some
watering-place in the course of the night. My thirst was by this
time become insufferable; my mouth was parched and inflamed; a
sudden dimness would frequently come over my eyes, with other
symptoms of fainting; and my horse being very much fatigued, I
began seriously to apprehend that I should perish of thirst. To
relieve the burning pain in my mouth and throat, I chewed the
leaves of different shrubs, but found them all bitter and of no
service to me. </p>
<p> A little before sunset, having reached the top of a gentle rising,
I climbed a high tree, from the topmost branches of which I cast a
melancholy look over the barren wilderness, but without discovering
the most distant trace of a human dwelling. The same dismal
uniformity of shrubs and sand every where presents itself, and the
horizon, was as level and uninterrupted as that of the sea. </p>
<p> Descending from the tree, I found my horse devouring the stubble
and brushwood with great avidity; and as I was now too faint to
attempt walking, and my horse too much fatigued to carry me, I
thought it but an act of humanity, and perhaps the last I should
ever have it in my power to perform, to take off his bridle and let
him shift for himself: in doing which I was suddenly affected with
sickness and giddiness, and falling upon the sand, felt as if the
hour of death was fast approaching. Here then, thought I, after a
short but ineffectual struggle, terminate all my hopes of being
useful in my day and generation; here must the short span of my
life come to an end.—I cast (as I believed) a last look on the
surrounding scene, and whilst I reflected on the awful change that
was about to take place, <placeName ref="the_world">this
world</placeName> with its enjoyments seemed to vanish from my
recollection. <name type="myth">Nature</name> however, at length
resumed its functions; and on recovering my senses, I found myself
stretched upon the sand with the bridle still in my hand, and the
sun just sinking behind the trees. I now summoned all my
resolution, and determined to make another effort to prolong my
existence. And as the evening was somewhat cool, I resolved to
travel as far as my limbs would carry me, in hopes of reaching (my
only resource) a watering place. With this view I put the bridle on
my horse, and driving him before me, went slowly along for about an
hour, when I perceived some lightning from the north east, a most
delightful sight, for it promised rain. The darkness and lightning
increased very rapidly; and in less than an hour I heard the wind
roaring among the bushes. I had already opened my mouth to receive
the refreshing drops which I expected, but I was instantly covered
with a cloud of sand, driven with such force by the wind as to give
a very disagreeable sensation to my face and arms, and I was
obliged to mount my horse and stop under a bush, to prevent being
suffocated. The sand continued to fly in amazing quantities for
near an hour, after which I again set forward, and travelled with
difficulty, until ten o'clock. About this time I was agreeably
surprized by some very vivid flashes of lightning, followed by a
few heavy drops of rain. In a little time the sand ceased to fly,
and I alighted, and spread out all my clean clothes to collect the
rain, which at length I saw would certainly fall.—For more than an
hour it rained plentifully, and I quenched my thirst, by wringing
and sucking my clothes. <bibl>Park's Travels in the Interior of
Africa.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
dry and rough,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2279">His eye-balls red with heat.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2280">His comrade gazed on him with looks</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2281">That seemed to speak of pity, and he said</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2282">"Let me behold thy Ring,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2283">"It may have virtue that can save us yet!"</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2284">With that he took his hand</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2285">And viewed the writing close,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2286">Then cried with sudden joy</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2287">"It is a stone that whoso bears</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2288">"The Genii must obey!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2289">"Now raise thy voice, my Son,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2290">"And bid them in his name that here is written</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2291">"Preserve us in our need."</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg302">
<l rend="i4" n="2292">"Nay!" answered Thalaba,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2293">"Shall I distrust the providence of God?</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2294">"Is it not He must save?</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2295">"If <name type="divin">Allah</name> wills it not</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2296">"Vain were the Genii's aid."</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg303">
<l rend="i2" n="2297">Whilst he spake Lobaba's eye</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2298">Full on the distance fixed,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2299">Attended not his speech.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2300">Its fearful meaning drew</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2301">The looks of Thalaba.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2302">
<rs type="place" ref="desert">Columns of sand came moving
on</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2303">Red in the burning ray</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2304">Like obelisks of fire</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2305">They rushed before the driving wind.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2306">Vain were all thoughts of flight!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2307">They had not hoped escape</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2308">Could they have backed the Dromedary then</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2309">Who in his rapid race</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2310">Gives to the tranquil
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_84">
<p> All the time I was in Barbary I could never get sight of above
three or four Dromedaries. These the Arabs call Mehera, the
singular is Meheri. They are of several sorts, and degrees of
value, some worth many common Camels, others scarce worth two or
three. To look on, they seem little different from the rest of that
Species, only I think the Excrescence on a Dromedary's Back is
somewhat less than that of a Camel. What is reported of their
sleeping, or rather seeming scarce alive, for some Time after
coming into <placeName ref="the_world">this World</placeName>, is
no Fable. The longer they lie so, the more excellent they prove in
their Kind, and consequently of higher Price and Esteem. None lie
in that Trance more than ten Days and Nights. These that do, are
pretty rare, and are called Ashari from Aashara, which signifies
ten in Arabick. I saw one such, perfectly white all over, belonging
to Lella Oumane Princess of that noble Arab Neja, named Hayl ben
Ali, I spoke of, and upon which she put a very great Value, never
sending it abroad but upon some extraordinary Occasion, when the
greatest Expedition was required; having others, inferior in
swiftness, for more ordinary Messages. They say that one of these
Aasharies will, in one Night, and thro' a level Country, traverse
as much Ground as any single Horse can perform in ten, which is no
Exaggeration of the Matter, since many have affirmed to me, that it
makes nothing of holding its rapid Pace, which is a most violent
Hard Trot, for four and twenty Hours upon a Stretch without shewing
the least Sign of Weariness, or Inclination to Bait; and that
having then swallowed a Ball or two of Sort of a Paste, made up of
Barley-Meal, and may be a little Powder of Dates among it, with a
Bowl of Water, or Camel's Milk, if to be had, and which the Courier
seldom forgets to be provided with, in Skins, as well for the
Sustenance of himself as of his Pegasus, the indefatigable Animal
will seem as fresh as at first setting out, and ready to continue
running at the same scarce credible Rate, for as many Hours longer,
and so on from one <rs type="place" ref="desert">Extremity of the
<placeName ref="Africa">African Desarts</placeName>
</rs> to
the other; provided its Rider could hold out without Sleep, and
other Refreshment. This has been averred to me, by, I believe more
than a thousand Arabs and Moors, all agreeing in every Particular. </p>
<p> I happened to be, once in particular, at the Tent of that
Princess, with Ali ben Mahamoud, the Bey, or Vice-Roy of the
Algerine Eastern Province, when he went thither to celebrate his
Nuptials with Ambarca, her only Daughter, if I mistake not. Among
other Entertainments she gave her Guests, the favourite white
Dromedary was brought forth, ready Saddled and Bridled. I say
Bridled, because the Thong, which serves instead of a Bridle, was
put thro' the Hole purposely made in the Gristle of the Creature's
Nose. The Arab appointed to mount, was straightly laced, from the
very Loins quite to his Throat, in a strong Leathern Jacket; they
never riding these Animals any otherwise accoutred, so impetuously
violent are the Concussions the Rider undergoes, during that rapid
Motion, that were he to be loose. I much question whether a few
Hours such unintermitting Agitation would not endanger the bursting
of some of his Entrails: And this the Arabs scruple not to
acknowledge. We were to be diverted with seeing this fine Ashari
run against some of the swiftest Barbs in the whole Neja, which is
famed for having good ones, of the true Libyan Breed, shaped like
Greyhounds, and which will sometimes run down an Ostridge; which
few of the very best can pretend to do, especially upon a hard
Ground, perfectly level. We all started like Racers, and for the
first Spurt, most of the best mounted among us kept up pretty well,
but our Grass fed Horses soon flagged: Several of the Libyan and
Numidian Runners held Pace till we, who still followed upon a good
round Hand Gallop, could no longer discern them, and then gave out;
as we were told after their Return. When the Dromedary had been out
of our Sight about half an Hour, we again espied it flying towards
us with an amazing Volocity, and in a very few Moments was among
us, and seemingly nothing concerned; while the Horses and Mares
were all on a Foam, and scarce able to breathe, as was, likewise, a
fleet, tall Greyhound Bitch, of the young Prince's, who had
followed and kept Pace the whole Time, and was no sooner got back
to us, but lay down panting as if ready to expire. I cannot tell
how many Miles we went; but we were near three Hours in coming
leisurely back to the Tents, yet made no Stop in the Way. The young
Prince Hamet ben al Guydom ben Sakhari, and his younger Brother
Messoud, told their new Brother-in-Law, that they defied all the
Potentates of <placeName>Africa</placeName> to shew him such an
Ashari; and the Arab who rode it, challenged the Bey to lay his
Lady a Wager of 1000 Ducats, that he did not bring him an Answer to
a Letter from the Prince of Wargala, in less than four Days, tho'
Leo Africanus, Marmol, and several others assure us, that it is no
less than forty Spanish Leagues, of four Miles each, South of
Tuggurt to which Place, upon another Occasion, as I shall observe,
we made six tedious Days March from the Neighbourhood of Biscara,
North of which we were then, at least thirty Hours riding, if I
remember rightly. However the Bey, who was a Native of Biscara, and
consequently well acquainted with the Sahara, durst not take him
up. By all Circumstances, and the Description given us, besides
what I know of the Matter my self, it could not be much less than
400 Miles, and as many back again, the fellow offered to ride, in
so short a Time; nay many other Arabs boldly proffered to venture
all they were worth in <placeName ref="the_world">the
World</placeName>, that he would perform it with all the Ease
imaginable. <bibl>Morgan's History of Algiers.</bibl>
</p>
<p> Chenier says "the Dromedary can travel 60 leagues in a day, his
motion is so rapid that the rider is obliged to be girthed to the
saddle, and to have a handkerchief before his mouth to break the
current of the wind."—These accounts are probably much exaggerated. </p>
<p> "The royal couriers in Persia wear a white sash girded from the
shoulders to their waist many times round their bodies, by which
means they are enabled to ride for many days without great
fatigue." <bibl>Hanway.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
air, a drowning force.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg304">
<l rend="i4" n="2311">High ... high in heaven upcurled</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2312">The dreadful
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_85">
<p> We were here at once surprised and terrified by a sight surely the
most magnificent in <placeName ref="the_world">the
world</placeName>. In that vast expanse of <rs type="place" ref="desert">desert</rs>, from W. and to N. W. of us, we saw a
number of prodigious pillars of sand at different distances, at
times moving with great celerity, at others stalking with a
majestic slowness: at intervals we thought they were coming in a
very few moments to overwhelm us, and small quantities of sand did
actually more than once reach us. Again they would retreat so as to
be almost out of sight, their tops reaching to the very clouds.
There the tops often separated from the bodies, and these once
disjoined, dispersed in the air and did not appear more. Sometimes
they were broken near the middle, as if struck with a large cannon
shot. About noon they began to advance with considerable swiftness
upon us, the wind being very strong at north. Eleven of them ranged
alongside of us about the distance of three miles. The greatest
diameter of the largest appeared to me at that distance as if it
would measure ten feet. They retired from us with a wind at S. E.
leaving an impression upon my mind to which I can give no name;
though surely one ingredient in it was fear, with a considerable
deal of wonder and astonishment. It was in vain to think of flying,
the swiftest horse, or fastest sailing ship could be of no use to
carry us out of this danger, and the full persuasion of this
rivetted me as if to the spot where I stood. </p>
<p> On the 15th the same appearance of moving pillars of sand
presented themselves to us, only they seemed to be more in number,
and less in size. They came several times in a direction close upon
us; that is, I believe, within less than two miles. They began
immediately after sun-rise, like a thick wood, and almost darkened
the sun. His rays shining through them for near an hour, gave them
an appearance of pillars of fire. Our people now became desperate:
the Greeks shrieked out, and said it was the day of judgement.
Ismael pronounced it to be <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin" ref="Hell">hell</rs>, and the Tucorories that <placeName ref="the_world">the world</placeName> was on fire.
<bibl>Bruce.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
columns moved,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2313">Swift, as the whirlwind that impelled their way,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2314">They rushed towards the Travellers!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2315">The old Magician shrieked,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2316">And lo! the foremost bursts,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2317">Before the whirlwind's force,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2318">Scattering afar a burning shower of sand.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2319">"Now by the virtue of the Ring</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2320">"Save us!" Lobaba cried.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2321">"While yet thou hast the power</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2322">"Save us. O save us! now!"</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2323">The youth made no reply,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2324">Gazing in aweful wonder on the scene.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg305">
<l rend="i2" n="2325">"Why dost thou wait?" the Old Man exclaimed,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2326">"If <name type="divin">Allah</name> and the Prophet will
not save</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2327">"Call on the Powers that will!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg306">
<l rend="i0" n="2328">"Ha! do I know thee, Infidel accurst?"</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2329">Exclaimed the awakened youth.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2330">"And thou hast led me hither, Child of Sin!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2331">"That fear might make me sell</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2332">"My soul to endless death!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg307">
<l rend="i2" n="2333">"Fool that thou art!" Lobaba cried,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2334">"Call upon him whose name</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2335">"Thy charmed signet bears,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2336">"Or die the death thy foolishness deserves!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg308">
<l rend="i0" n="2337">"Servant of Hell! die thou!" quoth Thalaba.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2338">And leaning on his bow</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2339">He fitted the loose string,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2340">And laid the arrow in its resting-place.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2341">"Bow of my Father, do thy duty now!"</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2342">He drew the arrow to its point,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2343">True to his eye it fled,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2344">And full upon the breast</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2345">It smote the wizard man.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2346">Astonished Thalaba beheld</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2347">The blunted point recoil.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg309">
<l rend="i4" n="2348">A proud and bitter smile</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2349">Wrinkled Lobaba's cheek,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2350">"Try once again thine earthly arms!" he cried.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2351">"Rash Boy! the Power I serve</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2352">"Abandons not his votaries.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2353">"It is for <name type="divin">Allah</name>'s wretched
slaves, like thou,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2354">"To serve a master, who in the hour of need</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2355">"Forsakes them to their fate!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2356">"I leave thee!"... and he shook his staff, and called</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2357">The Chariot of his Charms.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B4_lg310">
<l rend="i4" n="2358">Swift as the viewless wind,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2359">Self-moved, the Chariot came,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2360">The Sorcerer mounts the seat.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2361">"Yet once more weigh thy danger!" he exclaimed,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2362">"Ascend the car with me,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2363">"And with the speed of thought</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2364">"We pass <rs type="place" ref="desert">the desert
bounds</rs>."</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2365">The indignant youth vouchsafed not to reply,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2366">And lo! the magic car begins its course!</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2367">Hark! hark!... he screams.... Lobaba screams!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2368">What wretch, and hast thou raised</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2369">The rushing Terrors of the Wilderness</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2370">To fall on thine own head?</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2371">Death! death! inevitable death!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2372">Driven by the breath of<name type="divin">God</name>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2373">A column of <rs type="place" ref="desert">the Desert</rs>
met his way.</l>
</lg>
</div>
<div type="book" xml:id="Book_5">
<head>THE FIFTH BOOK.</head>
<lg xml:id="B5_lg311">
<l rend="i0" n="2374">When Thalaba from adoration rose,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2375">The air was cool, the sky</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2376">With welcome clouds o'ercast,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2377">That soon came down in rain.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2378">He lifted up his fevered face to heaven,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2379">And bared his head and stretched his hands</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2380">To that delightful shower,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2381">And felt the coolness flow thro' every limb</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2382">Freshening his powers of life.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B5_lg312">
<l rend="i0" n="2383">A loud quick panting! Thalaba looks up,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2384">He starts, and his instinctive hand</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2385">Grasps the knife hilt: for close beside</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2386">A Tyger passes him.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2387">An indolent and languid eye</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2388">The passing Tyger turned;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2389">His head was hanging down,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2390">His dry tongue lolling low,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2391">And the short panting of his fevered breath</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2392">Came thro' his hot parched nostrils painfully.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2393">The young Arabian knew</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2394">The purport of his hurried pace,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2395">And following him in hope</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2396">Saw joyful from afar</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2397">The Tyger stoop and drink.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B5_lg313">
<l rend="i0" n="2398">The <rs type="place" ref="desert">desert</rs> Pelican had
built her nest</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2399">In that deep solitude.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2400">And now returned from distant flight</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2401">Fraught with the river stream,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2402">Her load of water had disburthened there.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2403">Her young in the refreshing bath</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2404">Sported all wantonness;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2405">Dipt down their callow heads,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2406">Filled the swoln membrane from their plumeless throat</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2407">Pendant, and bills yet soft,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2408">And buoyant with arched breast,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2409">Plied in unpractised stroke</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2410">The oars of their broad feet.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2411">They, as the spotted prowler of the wild</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2412">Laps the cool wave, around their mother croud,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2413">And nestle underneath her outspread wings.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2414">The spotted prowler of the wild</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2415">Lapt the cool wave,
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_86">
<p> The Pelican makes choice of <rs type="place" ref="desert">dry and
desert places</rs> to lay her eggs, when her young are hatched,
she is obliged to bring water to them from great distances, to
enable her to perform this necessary office <name type="myth">Nature</name> has provided her with a large sack which extends
from the tip of the under mandible of her bill to the throat, and
holds as much water as will supply her brood for several days. This
water she pours into the nest to cool her young, to allay their
thirst, and to teach them to swim. Lions, Tygers, and other
rapacious animals resort to these nests, and drink the water and
are said not to injure the young. <bibl>Smellie's Philosophy of
Natural History.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
and satiate from the nest,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2416">Guiltless of blood, withdrew.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B5_lg314">
<l rend="i2" n="2417">The mother bird had moved not</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2418">But cowering o'er her nestlings,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2419">Sate confident and fearless,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2420">And watched the wonted guest.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2421">But when the human visitant approached,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2422">The alarmed Pelican</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2423">Retiring from that hostile shape,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2424">Gathers her young, and menaces with wings,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2425">And forward thrusts her threatening neck,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2426">Its feathers ruffling in her wrath,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2427">Bold with maternal fear.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2428">Thalaba drank and in the water-skin</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2429">Hoarded the precious element.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2430">Not all he took, but in the large nest left</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2431">Store that sufficed for life.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2432">And journeying onward blest the Carrier Bird,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2433">And blest in thankfulness,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2434">Their common Father, provident for all.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B5_lg315">
<l rend="i0" n="2435">With strength renewed and <rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">confident in faith</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2436">
<persName ref="Thalaba">The son of
<persName>Hodeirah</persName>
</persName> proceeds;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2437">Till after the long toil of many a day,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2438">At length <placeName>Bagdad</placeName> appeared,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2439">
<rs type="place" ref="Bagdad">The City of his
search</rs>.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2440">He hastening to the gate</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2441">Roams o'er <rs type="place" ref="Bagdad">the city</rs>
with insatiate eyes,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2442">Its thousand dwellings o'er whose level roofs</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2443">Fair cupolas appeared, and <rs type="building" subtype="temple">high-domed mosques</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2444">And <rs type="building" subtype="temple">pointed
minarets</rs>, and cypress groves</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2445">Every where scattered
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_87">
<p> These prominent features of <placeName ref="the_East">an Oriental
city</placeName> will be found in all the views of <persName>Sir
John Chardin</persName>. </p>
<p>
<rs type="building" subtype="temple">The mosques, the minarets, and
numerous cupolas</rs> form a splended spectacle; and <rs type="building" subtype="house">the flat roofs of the
houses</rs> which are situated on the hills, rising one behind
another, present a succession of hanging terraces, interspersed
with cyprus and poplar trees. <bibl>
<author>Russel</author>'s
<title>Nat. Hist. of
<placeName>Aleppo</placeName>.</title>
</bibl>
</p>
<p> The circuit of <placeName>Ispahan</placeName> taking in the
suburbs is not less than that of <placeName>Paris</placeName>, but
<placeName>Paris</placeName> contains ten times the number of
its inhabitants. It is not however astonishing that this city is so
extensive and so thinly peopled, because every family has its own
house, and almost every house its garden; so that there is much
void ground. From whatever side you arrive you first discover the
<rs type="building" subtype="temple">towers of the Mosques</rs>,
and then the trees which surround the houses; at a distance
<placeName>Ispahan</placeName> resembles a forest more than a
town. <bibl>Tavernier.</bibl>
</p>
<p> Of <placeName>Alexandria</placeName>
<bibl>
<author>Volney</author>
</bibl> says, "the spreading palm
trees, the <rs type="building" subtype="house">terraced houses
which seem to have no roof</rs>, <rs type="building" subtype="temple">the lofty slender minarets</rs>, all announce
to <rs type="person">the traveller</rs> that he is in another
world."</p>
</note>
in unwithering green.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B5_lg316">
<l rend="i0" n="2446">Thou too art fallen, <placeName>Bagdad</placeName>! City
of
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_88">
<p>
<persName>Almanzor</persName> riding one day with his courtiers
along the <geogFeat>banks of <placeName ref="Tigris">the
Tigris</placeName>
</geogFeat>, where
<placeName>Seleucia</placeName> formerly stood, was so delighted
with the beauty of the country, that he resolved there to build <rs type="place" ref="Bagdad">his new Capital</rs>. Whilst he was
conversing with his attendants upon this project, one of them
separating from the rest met a hermit whose cell was near, and
entered into talk with him and communicated the design of <persName ref="Caliph_Giaffar">the Caliph</persName>. <persName ref="the_Hermit">The Hermit</persName> replied, he well knew by
a tradition of the country that a city would one day be built in
that plain, but that its founder would be a man called
<persName>Moclas</persName>, a name very different from both
those of the <persName ref="Caliph_Giaffar">Caliph,
Giaffar</persName> and <persName>Almanzor</persName>. </p>
<p>
<persName>The Officer</persName> rejoined
<persName>Almanzor</persName> and repeated his conversation with
<persName ref="the_Hermit">the Hermit</persName>. As soon as
<persName ref="Caliph_Giaffar">the Caliph</persName> heard the
name of Moclas, he descended from his horse, prostrated himself,
and returned thanks to<name type="divin">God</name>for that he was
chosen to execute his orders. His courtiers waited for an
explanation of this conduct with eagerness, and <persName ref="Caliph_Giaffar">the Caliph</persName> told them thus.
During <time>the Caliphate of the
<persName>Ommiades</persName>
</time>, my brothers and myself
being very young and possessing very little, were obliged to live
in the country, where each in rotation was to provide sustenance
for the whole. On one of my days as <rs type="person" ref="Caliph_Giaffar">I</rs> was without money, and had no means
of procuring food, I took a bracelet belonging to my nurse and
pawned it. This woman made a great outcry, and after much search
discovered that I had been the thief. In her anger she abused me
plentifully, and among other terms of reproach, she called me
<persName>Moclas</persName>, the name of a famous robber in
those days; and during the rest of her life she never called me by
any other name. Therefore I know that<name type="divin">God</name>has destined me to perform this work.
<bibl>Marigny.</bibl>
</p>
<p>
<persName>Almanzor</persName> named his new city
<placeName>Dar-al-Salam the City of Peace</placeName>; but it
obtained the name of <placeName ref="Bagdad">Bagdat</placeName>,
from that of this Hermit who dwelt upon its site. </p>
<p>
<placeName ref="Bagdad">Bagdat</placeName> was founded in
consequence of a singular superstition. A sect called
<orgName>Ravendiens</orgName> conceived that they ought to
render those honours to <orgName>the Caliphs</orgName>, which
<orgName>the Moslem</orgName> hold should only be paid to <name type="divin">the Deity</name>. They therefore came in great
numbers to <placeName>Haschemia</placeName>, where <persName ref="Almanzor">the Caliph Almanzor</persName> usually resided,
and made around his <rs type="building" subtype="palace">palace</rs> the same processions and ceremonies which the
Moslem made around <rs type="building" subtype="temple">the Temple
at <placeName>Mecca</placeName>
</rs>. The Caliph prohibited
this, commanding them not to profane a religious ceremony which
ought to be reserved solely to <rs type="building" subtype="temple">the Temple at <placeName>Mecca</placeName>
</rs>. The
<orgName>Ravendiens</orgName> did not regard the prohibition,
and continued to act as before. </p>
<p>
<persName>Almanzor</persName> seeing their obstinacy resolved to
conquer it, and began by arresting an hundred of these fanatics.
This astonished them, but they soon recovered their courage, took
arms, marched to the prison, forced the doors, delivered their
friends, and then returned to make their processions round the
palace in reverence of the <rs type="person" ref="Caliph_Giaffar">Caliph</rs>. </p>
<p> Enraged at this insolence <rs type="person" ref="Caliph_Giaffar">the Caliph</rs> put himself at the head of his guards, and
advanced against the <orgName>Ravendiens</orgName>, expecting that
his appearance would immediately disperse them. Instead of this
they resisted, and repulsed him so vigorously that he had nearly
fallen a victim. But timely succours arrived and after a great
slaughter these fanatics were expelled the town. This singular
rebellion arising from excess of loyalty so disgusted
<persName>Almanzor</persName> that he determined to forsake the
town which had witnessed it, and accordingly laid the foundation of
<placeName ref="Bagdad">Bagdat</placeName>.
<bibl>Marigny.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
Peace,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2447">Thou too hast had thy day!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2448">And loathsome Ignorance and brute Servitude</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2449">Pollute thy dwellings now,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2450">Erst for the Mighty and the Wise renowned.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2451">O yet illustrious for remembered fame,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2452">Thy founder the
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_89">
<p>
<persName>Almanzor</persName> signifies the Victorious.</p>
</note>
Victorious, and the pomp</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2453">Of <persName>Haroun</persName>, for whose name by blood
defiled,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2454">
<persName>Jahia</persName>'s, and the blameless
<orgName>Barmecides</orgName>',</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2455">
<rs type="science" subtype="phys">Genius hath wrought
salvation; and the years</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2456">
<rs type="science" subtype="phys">When Science with the
good <persName>Al-Maimon</persName> dwelt;</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2457">
<rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">So one day may the
Crescent from thy Mosques</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2458">Be plucked by <name type="myth">Wisdom</name>, <rs type="imp" subtype="occ">when the enlightened arm</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2459">
<rs type="imp" subtype="occ">Of
<placeName>Europe</placeName> conquers to redeem <placeName ref="the_East">the East</placeName>.</rs>
</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B5_lg317">
<l rend="i0" n="2460">
<rs type="place" ref="Bagdad">Then Pomp and Pleasure
dwelt within her walls</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2461">The Merchants of <placeName ref="the_East">the
East</placeName> and of <placeName ref="the_West">the
West</placeName>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2462">Met <rs type="building" subtype="commerce">in her
arched
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_90">
<p>
<rs type="building" subtype="house">The houses</rs> in
<placeName>Persia</placeName> are not in the same place with
<rs type="building" subtype="commerce">their shops, which
stand for the most part in long and large arched streets 40
or 50 foot high, which streets are called Basar or the
market</rs>, and make the heart of the city, the houses being
in the out parts, and having almost all <rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">gardens</rs> belonging to 'em.
<bibl>Chardin.</bibl>
</p>
<p> At <placeName>Tauris</placeName> he says, "there are the
fairest Basars that are in any place of
<placeName>Asia</placeName>, and it is a lovely sight to see
their vast extent, their largeness, their beautiful Duomos and
the arches over 'em." </p>
<p> At <placeName>Bagdad</placeName> the Bazars are all vaulted,
otherwise the merchants could not remain in them on account of
the heat. They are also watered two or three times a day, and a
number of <orgName>the poor</orgName> are paid for rendering
this service to <orgName>the public</orgName>.
<bibl>Tavernier.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
Bazars;</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2463">All day the active poor</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2464">Showered a cool comfort o'er her thronging streets;</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2465">Labour was busy in her looms;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2466">Thro' all her open gates</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2467">Long troops of laden Camels lined her roads,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2468">And <placeName>Tigris</placeName> on his tameless
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_91">
<p> On the other side of the river towards
<placeName>Arabia</placeName>, over against the city, there is a
faire place or towne, and in it a <rs type="building" subtype="commerce">faire Bazario for marchants</rs>, with very
many lodgings where the greatest part of the <orgName ref="travelling_merchants">marchants strangers</orgName> which
come to <placeName>Babylon</placeName> do lie with their
marchandize. The passing over <placeName ref="Tigris">Tygris</placeName> from <placeName>Babylon</placeName> to <rs type="place" ref="Bagdad">this Borough</rs> is by a long bridge
made of boates chained together with great chaines: provided, that
when the river waxeth great with the abundance of raine that
falleth, then they open the bridge in the middle, where the one
halfe of the bridge falleth to the walles of
<placeName>Babylon</placeName>, and the other to the brinks of
this Borough, on the other side of the river; and as long as the
bridge is open, they passe the river in small boats with great
danger, because of the smallnesse of the boats, and the overlading
of them, that with the fiercenesse of the stream they be
overthrowen, or els the streame doth cary them away, so that by
this meanes, many people are lost and drowned. <bibl>Cæsar
Frederick, in Hakluyt.</bibl>
</p>
<p> Here are great store of victuals which come from
<placeName>Armenia</placeName> downe <geogFeat>the river of
<placeName ref="Tigris">Tygris</placeName>
</geogFeat>. They
are brought upon raftes made of goate's skinnes blownn full of
wind, and bordes layde upon them; which being discharged they open
their skinnes, and carry them backe by Camels. <bibl>Ralph Fitch in
Hakluyt.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
current bore</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2469">
<rs type="earthworks" subtype="farm">
<placeName>Armenia</placeName>n harvests</rs> to her multitudes.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B5_lg318">
<l rend="i0" n="2470">But not in sumptuous <orgName>Caravansary</orgName>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2471">The adventurer idles there,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2472">Nor satiates wonder with her pomp and wealth;</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2473">
<time>A long day's distance</time> from the walls</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2474">Stands ruined <placeName>Babylon</placeName>!</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2475">
<time>The time of action is at hand</time>,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2476">The hope that for <time>so many a year</time>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2477">Hath been his daily thought, his nightly dream,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2478">Stings to more restlessness.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2479">
<time>
<rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">He</rs> loathes all
lingering that delays the hour</time>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2480">When, full of glory, from his quest returned,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2481">He on <rs type="building" subtype="tent">the pillar of
the Tent beloved</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2482">Shall hang <persName>Hodeirah</persName>'s sword.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B5_lg319">
<l rend="i4" n="2483">The many-coloured
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_92">
<p> In <persName>Tavernier</persName>'s time there were <rs type="building" subtype="temple">five Mosques</rs> at
<placeName>Bagdad</placeName>, two of them fine, their large
Domes covered with <rs type="art" subtype="arch">varnished tiles of
different colours</rs>.</p>
</note>
domes</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2484">Yet wore one dusky hue,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2485">The Cranes upon <rs type="building" subtype="temple">the
Mosque</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2486">Kept their night-clatter
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_93">
<p> At <placeName>Bagdad</placeName> are many cranes who build their
nests upon the tops of the minarets, and the loftiest houses. </p>
<p> At <placeName>Adanaqui</placeName>—cranes are so abundant, that
there is scarcely a house which has not several nests upon it. They
are very tame, and the inhabitants never molest them. When any
thing disturbs these birds, they make a violent clatter with their
long beaks, which is sometimes repeated by the others all over the
town; and this noise will sometimes continue for several minutes.
It is as loud as a watchman's rattle, and not much unlike it in
sound. <bibl>Jackson.</bibl>
</p>
<p> The cranes were now arrived at their respective quarters, and a
couple had made their nest, which is bigger in circumference than a
bushel, on a dome close by our chamber. This pair stood, side by
side, with great gravity, shewing no concern at what was
transacting beneath them, but at intervals twisting about their
long necks, and cluttering with their beaks, turned behind them
upon their backs, as it were in concert. This was continued the
whole night. An Owl, a bird also unmolested, was perched hard by,
and as frequently hooted. The crane is tall, like a heron, but much
larger; the body white, with black pinions, the neck and legs very
long, the head small, and the bill thick. <orgName>The
Turks</orgName> call it friend and brother, believing it has an
affection for <rs type="place" ref="Turkey">their nation</rs>, and
will accompany them into the countries they shall conquer. In the
course of our journey we saw one hopping on a wall with a single
leg, the maimed stump wrapped in linen. <bibl>Chandler's Travels in
<placeName>Asia Minor</placeName>.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
still,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2487">When thro' the gate <persName>the early
Traveller</persName> past.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2488">And when at evening o'er the swampy plain</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2489">The Bittern's
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_94">
<p> I will rise up against them, saith the <name type="divin">Lord of
Hosts</name>, and cut off from <placeName>Babylon</placeName>
the name and remnant, and son and nephew saith <name type="divin">the Lord</name>. I will also make it a possession for the
Bittern and pools of water. <bibl>Isaiah.</bibl> XIV. 22. 23. </p>
</note>
Boom came far,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2490">Distinct in darkness seen</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2491">Above the low horizon's lingering light</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2492">Rose the near ruins of old
<placeName>Babylon</placeName>.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B5_lg320">
<l rend="i0" n="2493">Once from <rs type="place" ref="Babylon">her lofty <rs type="building" subtype="wall">walls</rs>
</rs>
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_95">
<p> </p>
<q>
<lg>
<l rend="i8">——<rs type="building" subtype="wall">Walls</rs>,
within</l>
<l rend="i0">Whose <rs type="husbandry" subtype="mammal">large
inclosure</rs> the rude hind, or guides</l>
<l rend="i0">His plough, or <rs type="earthworks" subtype="farm">binds his sheaves</rs>, while shepherds guard</l>
<l rend="i0">Their flocks, secure of ill: on the broad top</l>
<l rend="i0">Six <rs type="machine">chariots</rs> rattle in
extended front.</l>
<l rend="i0">Each side in length, in height, in solid bulk,</l>
<l rend="i0">Reflects its opposite a perfect square;</l>
<l rend="i0">Scarce sixty thousand paces can mete out</l>
<l rend="i0">The vast circumference. An hundred gates</l>
<l rend="i0">Of polished brass lead to that central point</l>
<l rend="i0">Where thro' the midst, bridged o'er with wondrous
art</l>
<l rend="i0">
<placeName>Euphrates</placeName> leads a navigable
stream,</l>
<l rend="i0">Branch'd from the current of his roaring flood.</l>
</lg>
<bibl>
<author>Roberts</author>'s <title>
<placeName>Judah</placeName>
Restored</title>. </bibl>
</q>
</note>
the Charioteer</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2507">
<rs type="imp" subtype="invade">Looked down on swarming
myriads; once <rs type="place" ref="Babylon">she</rs> flung</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2508">
<rs type="imp" subtype="invade">
<rs type="place" ref="Babylon">Her <rs type="building" subtype="tower">arches</rs>
</rs>
o'er <placeName>Euphrates</placeName> conquered tide,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2509">
<rs type="imp" subtype="invade">And <rs type="place" ref="Babylon">thro' <rs type="building" subtype="portal">her brazen
portals</rs> when she poured</rs>
</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2510">
<rs type="imp" subtype="invade">Her
<orgName>armies</orgName> forth, <orgName>the distant
nations</orgName> looked</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2511">
<rs type="imp" subtype="invade">As men who watched the
thunder-cloud in fear</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2512">
<rs type="imp" subtype="invade">Lest it should burst
above them.</rs>
<rs type="place" ref="Babylon">She</rs> was fallen,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2513">The Queen of Cities, <placeName>Babylon</placeName> was
fallen!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2514">Low lay <rs type="building" subtype="fort">her
bulwarks</rs>; the black scorpion basked</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2515">In <rs type="building" subtype="palace">the palace
courts</rs>, within her sanctuary</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2516">The She Wolf hid her whelps.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2517">Is yonder huge and shapeless heap, what once</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2518">Had been <rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">the
aerial
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_96">
<p> </p>
<q>
<lg>
<l rend="i10">Within the <rs type="building" subtype="wall">walls</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0">Of <placeName>Babylon</placeName> was rais'd a
lofty mound</l>
<l rend="i0">Where flowers and aromatic shrubs adorn'd</l>
<l rend="i0">The pensile garden. For
<persName>
<persName>Nebassar</persName>'s
queen</persName>,</l>
<l rend="i0">Fatigued with Babylonia's level plains,</l>
<l rend="i0">Sigh'd for her <placeName>Media</placeName>n
home, where <name type="myth" ref="Nature">nature</name>'s
hand</l>
<l rend="i0">Had <geogFeat>scoop'd the vale</geogFeat>, and
cloath'd the <geogFeat>mountain</geogFeat>'s side</l>
<l rend="i0">With many a verdant <geogFeat>wood</geogFeat>;
nor long she pin'd</l>
<l rend="i0">Till that uxorious monarch called on art</l>
<l rend="i0">To rival nature's sweet variety.</l>
<l rend="i0">Forthwith <orgName>two hundred thousand
slaves</orgName> uprear'd</l>
<l rend="i0">
<rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">This
hill</rs>, egregious work; rich fruits o'er hang</l>
<l rend="i0">
<rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">The
sloping walks and odorous shrubs entwine</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0">
<rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">Their
undulating branches.</rs>
</l>
</lg>
<bibl>
<author>Roberts</author>'s
<title>
<placeName>Judah</placeName> Restored</title>.
</bibl>
</q>
</note>
Gardens</rs>, height on height</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2533">Rising like <placeName>Media</placeName>s mountains
crowned with wood,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2534">Work of <rs type="imp">imperial dotage</rs>? where the
fame</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2535">Of
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_97">
<p> Our early Travellers have given us strange and circumstantial
accounts of what they conceive to have been the <rs type="building" subtype="temple">
<placeName>Temple of Belus</placeName>
</rs>. </p>
<p>
<placeName ref="Tower_of_Babel">The Tower of
<persName>Nimrod</persName> or Babel</placeName> is situate
on that side of <placeName ref="Tigris">Tygris</placeName> that
<placeName>Arabia</placeName> is, and in a very great plaine
distant from <placeName>Babylon</placeName> seven or eight miles;
which <rs type="building" subtype="tower">tower</rs> is ruinated on
every side, and with the falling of it there is made a great
mountaine; so that it hath no forme at all, yet there is a great
part of it standing, which is compassed and almost covered with the
aforesayd fallings: this Tower was builded and made of foure-square
brickes, which brickes were made of earth, and dried in the Sunne
in maner and forme following: first they layed a lay of brickes,
then a mat made of canes, square as the brickes, and instead of
lime, they daubed it with earth: these mats of canes are at this
time so strong, that it is a thing woonderfull to beholde, being of
such great antiquity: I have gone round about it, and have not
found any place where there hath bene any doore or entrance: it may
be in my judgement in circuit about a mile, and rather lesse than
more. </p>
<p> This Tower in effect is contrary to all other things which are
seene afar off, for they seeme small and the more nere a man
commeth to them the bigger they be: but this tower afar off seemeth
a very great thing, and the nerer you come to it the lesser. My
judgement and reason of this is, that because the Tower is set in a
very great plaine, and hath nothing more about to make any shew
saving the ruines of it which it hath made round about, and for
this respect descrying it afarre off, that piece of the Tower which
yet standeth with the mountaine that is made of the substance that
hath fallen from it, maketh a greater shew than you shall finde
comming neere to it. <bibl>Cæsar Frederick.</bibl>
</p>
<p>
<persName>John Eldred</persName> mentions the same deception.
<q>"Being upon a plaine grounde it seemeth afarre off very
great, but the nerer you come to it, the lesser and lesser it
appeareth. Sundry times I have gone thither to see it, and found
the remnants yet standing about a quarter of a mile in compasse,
and almost as high as the stone worke of <rs type="building" subtype="temple">
<placeName>St. Paul's
steeple</placeName>
</rs> in <placeName>London</placeName>,
but it sheweth much bigger." <bibl>
<author>Hakluyt</author>.</bibl>
</q>
</p>
<p> In the middle of a vast and level plain, about a quarter of a
league from <placeName>Euphrates</placeName>, which in that place
runs westward, appears a heap of ruined buildings, like a huge
mountain, the materials of which are so confounded together that
one knows not what to make of it. Its figure is square, and rises
in form of a tower or pyramid with four fronts which answer to the
four quarters of the compass; but it seems longer from north to S.
than from E. to W. and is, as far as I could judge by my pacing it,
a large quarter of a league. Its situation and form correspond with
that <rs type="building" subtype="tower">pyramid which
<persName>Strabo</persName> calls the tower of Belus</rs>;
and is in all likelihood the <placeName ref="Tower_of_Babel">tower
of Nimrod in <placeName>Babylon</placeName> or
Babel</placeName>, as that place is still called. In that author's
time it had nothing remaining of the stairs and other ornaments
mentioned by <persName>Herodotus</persName>, the greatest part of
it having been ruined by <persName>Xerxes</persName>; and
<persName>Alexander</persName> who designed to have restored it
to its former lustre, was prevented by death. There appear no marks
of ruins without the compass of that huge mass, to convince one
that so great a city as <placeName>Babylon</placeName> had ever
stood there; all one discovers within 50 or 60 paces of it, being
only the remains here and there of some foundations of buildings;
and the country round about it so flat and level, that one can
hardly believe it should be chosen for the situation of so great
and noble a city as <placeName>Babylon</placeName>, or that there
were ever any remarkable buildings on it. But for my part I am
astonished there appears so much as there does, considering it is
<time>at least 4000 years</time> since that city was built; and
that <persName>Diodorus Siculus</persName> tells us, it was reduced
almost to nothing in his time. The height of this mountain of ruins
is not in every part equal, but exceeds <rs type="building" subtype="palace">the highest palace in
<placeName>Naples</placeName>
</rs>: it is a mishapen mass,
wherein there is no appearance of regularity; in some places it
rises in points, is craggy and inaccessible; in others it is
smoother and is of easier ascent; there are also tracks of torrents
from the top to the bottom caused by the rains, and both withinside
and upon it, one sees parts, some higher and some lower. It is not
to be discovered whether ever there were any steps to ascend it, or
any doors to enter into it; whence one may easily judge that the
stairs ran winding about on the outside; and that being the less
solid parts, they were soonest demolished, so that not the least
sign of any appears at present. </p>
<p> Withinside one finds some grottos, but so ruined that one can make
nothing of them, whether they were built at the same time with that
work, or made since by the peasants for shelter, which last seems
to be the most likely. The <orgName>Mohammedans</orgName> believe
that these caverns were appointed by<name type="divin">God</name>as
places of punishment for <name type="divin">Harut</name> and <name type="divin">Marut</name>, two angels, who they suppose were
sent from <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin" ref="Heaven">heaven</rs> to judge <orgName>the armies of men</orgName>, but
did not execute their commissions as they ought. It is evident from
these ruins, that <placeName ref="Tower_of_Babel">the tower of
Nimrod</placeName> was built with great and thick bricks, as I
carefully observed, causing holes to be dug in several places for
the purpose; but they do not appear to have been burnt, but dried
in the sun, which is extreme hot in those parts. In laying these
bricks neither lime nor sand was employed, but only earth tempered
and petrified, and in those parts which made the floors, there had
been mingled with that earth which served instead of lime, bruised
reeds, or hard straw, such as large mats are made of to strengthen
the work. Afterwards one perceives at certain distances in divers
places, especially where the strongest buttresses were to be,
several other bricks of the same size, but more solid and burnt in
a kiln, and set in good lime, or bitumen, nevertheless the greatest
number consists of those which are only dried in the sun. </p>
<q>
<p> I make no doubt but this ruin was the ancient Babel, and the
tower of <persName>Nimrod</persName>; for besides the evidence
of its situation, it is acknowledged to be such by the people of
the country, being vulgarly called Babil by <orgName>the
Arabs</orgName>. </p>
<bibl>
<author>Pietro delle Valle</author>. <title>Universal
Hist.</title>
</bibl>
</q>
<q>
<lg>
<l rend="i8">Eight towers arise,</l>
<l rend="i0">Each above each, immeasurable height,</l>
<l rend="i0">A monument at once of eastern pride</l>
<l rend="i0">And slavish superstition. Round, a scale</l>
<l rend="i0">Of circling steps entwines the conic pile;</l>
<l rend="i0">And at the bottom on vast hinges grates</l>
<l rend="i0">Four brazen gates, towards the four winds of
heaven</l>
<l rend="i0">Placed in the solid square.</l>
</lg>
<bibl>
<author>Roberts</author>'s <title>Judah Restored</title>.
</bibl>
</q>
</note>
Belus? where <rs type="religion" subtype="idol">the Golden Image</rs>
now,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2544">Which at <rs type="song">the sound of dulcimer and
lute,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2545">
<rs type="song">Cornet and sackbut, harp and
psaltery,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2546">
<rs type="religion" subtype="idol">
<orgName>The
<placeName>Assyria</placeName>n slaves</orgName> adored</rs>?</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2547">A labyrinth of ruins, <placeName>Babylon</placeName>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2548">Spreads o'er the blasted plain:</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2549">The wandering <orgName>Arab</orgName> never sets his
tent</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2550">Within her walls; the Shepherd
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_98">
<p> And <placeName>Babylon</placeName> the glory of kingdoms, the
beauty of the <orgName>Chaldees</orgName> excellency shall be as
when<name type="divin">God</name>overthrew
<placeName>Sodom</placeName> and
<placeName>Gomorrah</placeName>. </p>
<p> It shall never be inhabited, neither shall it be dwelt in from
generation to generation; neither shall the
<orgName>Arabian</orgName> pitch tent there, neither shall the
<orgName>Shepherds</orgName> make their fold there.
<bibl>Isaiah.</bibl> XIII. 19. 20. </p>
</note>
eyes afar</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2551">Her evil Towers, and devious drives his flock.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2552">Alone unchanged, a free and bridgeless tide</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2553">
<placeName>Euphrates</placeName> rolls along,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2554">Eternal <name type="myth">Nature</name>'s work.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B5_lg324">
<l rend="i4" n="2555">Thro' the broken portal,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2556">Over weedy fragments,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2557">
<persName>Thalaba</persName> went his way.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2558">Cautious he trod, and felt</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2559">The dangerous ground before him with his bow.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2560">The Chacal started at his steps,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2561">The Stork, alarmed at sound of man,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2562">From her broad nest upon the old pillar top,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2563">Affrighted fled on flapping wings.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2564">The Adder in her haunts disturbed</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2565">Lanced at the intruding staff her arrowy tongue.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B5_lg325">
<l rend="i0" n="2566">Twilight and moonshine dimly mingling gave</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2567">An aweful light obscure,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2568">Evening not wholly closed,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2569">The Moon still pale and faint.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2570">An aweful light obscure,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2571">Broken by many a mass of blackest shade;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2572">Long column stretching dark thro' weeds and moss,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2573">Broad length of lofty wall</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2574">Whose windows lay in light,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2575">And of their former shape, low-arched or square,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2576">Rude outline on the earth</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2577">Figured, with long grass fringed.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B5_lg326">
<l rend="i0" n="2578">Reclined against a column's broken shaft,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2579">Unknowing whitherward to bend his way</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2580">He stood and gazed around.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2581">The Ruins closed him in,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2582">It seemed as if no foot of man</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2583">For ages had intruded there.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2584">Soon at approaching step</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2585">Starting, he turned and saw</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2586">A warrior in the moon beam drawing near.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2587">Forward the Stranger came</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2588">And with a curious eye</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2589">Perused the Arab youth.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2590">"And who art thou," he cried,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2591">"That at an hour like this</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2592">"Wanderest in Babylon?</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2593">"A way-bewildered traveller, seekest thou</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2594">"The ruinous shelter here?</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2595">"Or comest thou to hide</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2596">"The plunder of the night?</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2597">"Or hast thou spells to make</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2598">"These ruins, yawning from their rooted base</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2599">"Disclose their secret
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_99">
<p> The stupid superstition of the Turks with regard to hidden
treasures is well known, it is difficult or even dangerous for a
traveller to copy an inscription in sight of those barbarians. </p>
<q>
<p> "On a rising ground, at a league's distance from the river
Shelliff, is <hi rend="italic">Memoun-turroy</hi>, as they call
an old square tower, formerly a sepulchral monument of the
Romans. This, like many more ancient edifices, is supposed by
the Arabs, to have been built over a treasure. Agreeably to
which account, they tell us, these mystical lines were inscribed
upon it. Prince <hi rend="italic">Maimoun Tizai</hi> wrote this
upon his tower. </p>
<q>
<lg>
<l rend="i0">My Treasure is in my Shade,</l>
<l rend="i0">And my Shade is in my Treasure.</l>
<l rend="i0">Search for it; despair not:</l>
<l rend="i0">Nay despair; do not search.</l>
</lg>
<bibl>
<author>Shaw</author>.</bibl>
</q>
<q>
<p> So of the ruines of ancient Tubuna. </p>
</q>
<p> The Treasure of Tubnah lyeth under the shade of what is shaded.
Dig for it? alas! it is not there. </p>
<bibl>
<author>Shaw</author>
</bibl>.</q>
</note>
wealth?"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B5_lg328">
<l rend="i0" n="2604">The youth replied, "nor wandering traveller</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2605">"Nor robber of the night</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2606">"Nor skilled in spells am I.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2607">"I seek the Angels here,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2608">"Haruth and Maruth. Stranger in thy turn,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2609">"Why wanderest thou in Babylon,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2610">"And who art thou, the Questioner?"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B5_lg329">
<l rend="i0" n="2611">The man was fearless, and the tempered pride</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2612">That toned the voice of Thalaba</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2613">Displeased not him, himself of haughty heart.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2614">Heedless he answered, "knowest thou</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2615">"Their cave of punishment?"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B5_lg330">
<l rend="i8" n="2616">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B5_lg331">
<l rend="i0" n="2617">Vainly I seek it.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B5_lg332">
<l rend="i8" n="2618">STRANGER.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B5_lg333">
<l rend="i6" n="2619">Art thou firm of foot</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2620">To tread the ways of danger?</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B5_lg334">
<l rend="i8" n="2621">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B5_lg335">
<l rend="i12" n="2622">Point the path!</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B5_lg336">
<l rend="i8" n="2623">STRANGER.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B5_lg337">
<l rend="i0" n="2624">Young Arab! if thou hast a heart can beat</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2625">Evenly in danger, if thy bowels yearn not</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2626">With human fears, at scenes where undisgraced</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2627">The soldier tried in battle might look back</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2628">And tremble, follow me!... for I am bound</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2629">Into that cave of horrors.</l>
<l rend="i10" n="2630">Thalaba</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2631">Gazed on his comrade, he was young, of port</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2632">Stately and strong; belike his face had pleased</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2633">A woman's eye, yet the youth read in it</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2634">Unrestrained passions, the obdurate soul</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2635">Bold in all evil daring; and it taught,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2636">By <name type="myth">Nature</name>'s irresistible
instinct, doubt</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2637">Well timed and wary. Of himself assured,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2638">Fearless of man, and confident in faith,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2639">"Lead on!" cried Thalaba.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2640">Mohareb led the way;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2641">And thro' the ruined streets,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2642">And thro' the farther gate</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2643">They past in silence on.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B5_lg338">
<l rend="i2" n="2644">What sound is borne on the wind?</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2645">Is it the storm that shakes</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2646">The thousand oaks of the forest?</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2647">But Thalaba's long locks</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2648">Flow down his shoulders moveless, and the wind</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2649">In his loose mantle raises not one fold.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2650">Is it the river's roar</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2651">Dashed down some rocky descent?</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2652">Along the level plain</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2653">Euphrates glides unheard.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2654">What sound disturbs the night,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2655">Loud as the summer forest in the storm,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2656">As the river that roars among rocks?</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B5_lg339">
<l rend="i4" n="2657">And what the heavy cloud</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2658">That hangs upon the vale,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2659">Thick as the mist o'er a well-watered plain</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2660">Settling at evening, when the cooler air</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2661">Lets its day-vapours fall;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2662">Black as the sulphur-cloud</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2663">That thro' Vesuvius, or from Hecla's mouth</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2664">Rolls up, ascending from the infernal fires.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B5_lg340">
<l rend="i4" n="2665">From Ait's bitumen
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_100">
<p> The springs of bitumen called <hi rend="italic">Oyun Hit</hi>, the
<hi rend="italic">fountains of Hit</hi>, are much celebrated by
the <hi rend="italic">Arabs</hi> and <hi rend="italic">Persians</hi>; the latter call it <hi rend="italic">Cheshmeh
kir</hi>, the <hi rend="italic">fountain of pitch</hi>. This
liquid bitumen they call <hi rend="italic">Nafta</hi>; and the <hi rend="italic">Turks</hi>, to distinguish it from pitch, give it
the name of <hi rend="italic">hara sakiz</hi>, or <hi rend="italic">black mastich</hi>. A <hi rend="italic">Persia n</hi>
geographer says, that <hi rend="italic">Nafta</hi> issues out of
the springs of the earth as ambergrise issues out of those of the
sea. All the modern travellers, except Rauwolf, who went to <hi rend="italic">
<placeName>Persia</placeName>
</hi> and the <hi rend="italic">
<placeName ref="East_Indies">Indies</placeName>
</hi> by the way of the <hi rend="italic">
<placeName>Euphrates</placeName>
</hi> before the discovery
of the <hi rend="italic">
<placeName>Cape of Good
Hope</placeName>
</hi>, mention this fountain of liquid bitumen
as a strange thing. Some of them take notice of the river mentioned
by <hi rend="italic">Herodotus</hi>; and assure us, that the people
of the country have a tradition, that, when the <placeName ref="Tower_of_Babel">tower of <hi rend="italic">Babel</hi>
</placeName> was building, they brought the bitumen
from hence; which is confirmed by the <hi rend="italic">Arab</hi>
and <hi rend="italic">Persian</hi> historians. </p>
<p>
<hi rend="italic">Hit</hi>, <hi rend="italic">Heit</hi>, <hi rend="italic">Eit</hi>, <hi rend="italic">Ai t</hi>, or <hi rend="italic">Idt</hi>, as it is variously written by
travellers, is a great <hi rend="italic">Turkish</hi> town situate
upon the right or west side of the <hi rend="italic">
<placeName>Euphrates</placeName>
</hi>; and has a castle; to
the south-west of which and three miles from the town, in a valley,
are many springs of this black substance; each of which makes a
noise like a smith's forge, incessantly puffing and blowing out the
matter so loud, that it may be heard a mile off: wherefore the <hi rend="italic">Moors</hi> and <hi rend="italic">Arabs</hi> call
it <hi rend="italic">Bab al Jehennam</hi>; that is <hi rend="italic">hell gate</hi>. It swallows up all heavy things;
and many camels from time to time fall into the pits, and are
irrecoverably lost. It issues from a certain lake, sending forth a
filthy smoke, and continually boiling over with the pitch; which
spreads itself over a great field, that is always full of it. It is
free for every one to take: they use it to chaulk or pitch their
boats, laying it on two or three inches thick; which keeps out the
water: with it also they pitch their houses, made of palm-tree
branches. If it was not that the inundations of the <hi rend="italic">
<placeName>Euphrates</placeName>
</hi> carry away
the pitch, which covers all the sands from the place where it rises
to the river, there would have been mountains of it long since. The
very ground and stones thereabouts afford bitumen; and the fields
abundance of salt petre. <bibl>Universal History.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
lake</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2666">That heavy cloud ascends;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2667">That everlasting roar</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2668">From where its gushing springs</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2669">Boil their black billows up.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2670">Silent the Arab youth,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2671">Along the verge of that wide lake,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2672">Followed Mohareb's way</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2673">Towards a ridge of rocks that banked its side.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2674">There from a cave with torrent force,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2675">And everlasting roar,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2676">The black bitumen rolled.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2677">The moonlight lay upon the rocks.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2678">Their crags were visible,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2679">The shade of jutting cliffs,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2680">And where broad lichens whitened some smooth spot,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2681">And where the ivy hung</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2682">Its flowing tresses down.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2683">A little way within the cave</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2684">The moonlight fell, glossing the sable tide</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2685">That gushed tumultuous out.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2686">A little way it entered, then the rock</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2687">Arching its entrance, and the winding way,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2688">Darkened the unseen depths.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2689">No eye of mortal man</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2690">If unenabled by enchanted spell,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2691">Had pierced those fearful depths.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2692">For mingling with the roar</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2693">Of the portentous torrent, oft were heard</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2694">Shrieks, and wild yells that scared</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2695">The brooding Eagle from her midnight nest.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2696">The affrighted countrymen</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2697">Call it the <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Mouth of
Hell</rs>;</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2698">And ever when their way leads near</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2699">They hurry with averted eyes,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2700">And dropping their beads
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_101">
<p> The Mussulmanns use, like the Roman Catholics, a rosary of beads
called Tusbah, or implement of praise. It consists, if I recollect
aright, of ninty nine beads; in dropping which through the fingers,
they repeat the attributes of God, as "O Creator, O Merciful, O
Forgiving, O Omnipotent, O Omniscient, &c. &c." This act of
devotion is called Taleel, from the repetition of the letter L, or
Laum, which occurs in the word <name type="divin">Allah</name>,
(God), always joined to the epithet or attribute, as Ya <name type="divin">Allah</name> Khalick, O God, the Creator; Ya <name type="divin">Allah</name> Kerreem, O God, the Merciful, &c.
&c. The devotees may be seen muttering their beads as they walk
the streets, and in the interval of conversation in company. The
rosaries of persons of fortune and rank have the beads of diamonds,
pearls, rubies and emeralds. Those of the humble are strung with
berries, coral, or glass beads. <bibl>Note to the Bahar
Danush.</bibl>
</p>
<p> The ninty nine beads of the Mohammedan rosary are divided into
three equal lengths, by a little string, at the end of which hang a
long piece of coral and a large bead of the same. The more devout,
or hypocritical Turks, like the Catholics have usually their bead
string in their hands. <bibl>Tavernier.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
fast</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2701">Pronounce the holy name.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B5_lg341">
<l rend="i2" n="2702">There pausing at the cavern mouth</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2703">Mohareb turned to Thalaba,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2704">"Now darest thou enter in?"</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2705">"Behold!" the youth replied,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2706">And leading in his turn the dangerous way</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2707">Set foot within the cave.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B5_lg342">
<l rend="i0" n="2708">"Stay Madman!" cried his comrade. "Wouldst thou rush</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2709">"Headlong to certain death?</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2710">"Where are thine arms to meet</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2711">"The Guardian of the Passage?" a loud shriek</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2712">That shook along the windings of the cave</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2713">Scattered the youth's reply.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B5_lg343">
<l rend="i0" n="2714">Mohareb when the long reechoing ceased</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2715">Exclaimed, "Fate favoured thee,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2716">"Young Arab! when she wrote
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_102">
<p> "The Mahummedans believe that the decreed events of every man's
life are impressed in divine characters on his forehead, tho' not
to be seen by mortal eye. Hence they use the word Nusseeb, anglicé
stamped, for destiny. Most probably the idea was taken up by
Mahummud from the sealing of the Elect, mentioned in the
Revelations." <bibl>Note to the Bahar-Danush.</bibl>
</p>
<p> "The scribe of decree chose to ornament the edicts on my forehead
with these flourishes of disgrace." <bibl>Bahar-Danush.</bibl>
</p>
<p> The Spanish physiognomical phrase, <hi rend="italic">traérlo
escrito en la frente</hi>, to have it written on the forehead,
is perhaps of Arabian origin.</p>
</note>
upon thy brow</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2717">"The meeting of to-night;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2718">"Else surely had thy name</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2719">"This hour been blotted from the Book of Life!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B5_lg344">
<l rend="i4" n="2720">So saying from beneath</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2721">His cloak a bag he drew;</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2722">"Young Arab! thou art brave," he cried,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2723">"But thus to rush on danger unprepared,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2724">"As lions spring upon the hunter's spear,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2725">"Is blind, brute courage. Zohak
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_103">
<p> Zohak was the fifth King of the Pischdadian dynasty, lineally
descended from Shedâd who perished with the tribe of Ad. Zohak
murdered his predecessor, and invented the punishments of the
cross, and of fleaing alive. The Devil who had long served him,
requested at last as a recompence, permission to kiss his
shoulders, immediately two serpents grew there, who fed upon his
flesh and endeavoured to get at his brain. The Devil now suggested
a remedy, which was to quiet them by giving them every day the
brains of two men, killed for that purpose: this tyranny lasted
long, till a blacksmith of <placeName>Ispahan</placeName> whose
children had been nearly all slain to feed the King's serpents,
raised his leathern apron as the standard of revolt, and deposed
Zohak. Zohak, say the Persians, is still living in the cave of his
punishment, a sulphureous vapour issues from the place, and if a
stone be flung in there comes out a voice and cries, why dost thou
fling stones at me? this cavern is in the mountain of Demawend,
which reaches from that of Elwend, towards Teheran.
<bibl>D'Herbelot. Olearius.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
keeps the cave,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2726">"Giantly tyrant of primeval days.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2727">"Force cannot win the passage." Thus he said</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2728">And from his wallet drew a human hand</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2729">Shrivelled, and dry, and black,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2730">And fitting as he spake</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2731">A taper in its hold,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2732">Pursued: "a murderer on the stake had died,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2733">"I drove the Vulture from his limbs, and lopt</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2734">"The hand that did the murder, and drew up</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2735">"The tendon-strings to close its grasp,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2736">"And in the sun and wind</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2737">"Parched it, nine weeks exposed.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2738">"The Taper,... but not here the place to impart,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2739">"Nor hast thou done the rites,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2740">"That fit thee to partake the mystery.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2741">"Look! it burns clear, but with the air around</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2742">"Its dead ingredients mingle deathiness.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2743">"This when the Keeper of the Cave shall feel,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2744">"Maugre the doom of Heaven,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2745">"The salutary
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_104">
<p> "I shall transcribe a foreign piece of Superstition, firmly
believed in many parts of <placeName>France</placeName>,
<placeName>Germany</placeName> and <placeName>Spain</placeName>.
The account of it, and the mode of preparation, appears to have
been given by a judge: in the latter there is a striking
resemblance to the charm in <bibl>
<title>Macbeth</title>
</bibl>. </p>
<p>
<hi rend="italic">Of the Hand of Glory, which is made use of by
housebreakers, to enter into houses at night, without fear of
opposition.</hi>
</p>
<p> I acknowledge that I never tried the secret of the Hand of Glory,
but I have thrice assisted at the definitive judgment of certain
criminals, who, under the torture, confessed having used it. Being
asked what it was, how they procured it, and what were its uses and
properties? they answered, first, that the use of the Hand of Glory
was to stupify those to whom it was presented, and to render them
motionless, insomuch that they could not stir, any more than if
they were dead; secondly, that it was the hand of a hanged man; and
thirdly, that it must be prepared in the manner following. </p>
<p> Take the hand, left or right, of a person hanged and exposed on
the highway; wrap it up in a piece of a shroud or winding sheet, in
which let it be well squeezed, to get out any small quantity of
blood that may have remained in it; then put it into an earthen
vessel with Zimat saltpetre, salt, and long pepper, the whole well
powdered; leave it fifteen days in that vessel; afterwards take it
out, and expose it to the noontide sun in the dog days, till it is
thoroughly dry, and if the Sun is not sufficient, put it into an
oven heated with fern and vervain. Then compose a kind of candle
with the fat of a hanged man, virgin wax, and sisame of Lapland.
The Hand of Glory is used as a candlestick to hold this candle,
when lighted. Its properties are, that wheresoever any one goes
with this dreadful instrument, the persons to whom it is presented
will be deprived of all power of motion. On being asked if there
was no remedy or antidote, to counteract this charm, they said the
Hand of Glory would cease to take effect, and thieves could not
make use of it, if the threshold of the door of the house, and
other places by which they might enter, were anointed with an
unguent composed of the gall of a black cat, the fat of a white
hen, and the blood of a screech owl, which mixture must necessarily
be prepared during the dog days. <bibl>Grose. Provincial Glossary
and Popular Superstitions.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
spell</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2746">"Shall lull his penal agony to sleep</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2747">"And leave the passage free."</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B5_lg345">
<l rend="i4" n="2748">Thalaba answered not.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2749">Nor was there time for answer now,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2750">For lo! Mohareb leads,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2751">And o'er the vaulted cave</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2752">Trembles the accursed taper's feeble light.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2753">There where the narrowing chasm</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2754">Rose loftier in the hill,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2755">Stood Zohak, wretched man, condemned to keep</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2756">His Cave of punishment.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2757">His was the frequent scream</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2758">Which far away the prowling Chacal heard</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2759">And howled in terror back:</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2760">For from his shoulders grew</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2761">Two snakes of monster size,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2762">That ever at his head</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2763">Aimed eager their keen teeth</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2764">To satiate raving hunger with his brain.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2765">He in the eternal conflict oft would seize</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2766">Their swelling necks, and in his giant grasp</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2767">Bruise them, and rend their flesh with bloody nails,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2768">And howl for agony,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2769">Feeling the pangs he gave, for of himself</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2770">Inseparable parts, his torturers grew.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B5_lg346">
<l rend="i4" n="2771">To him approaching now</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2772">Mohareb held the withered arm</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2773">The Taper of enchanted power.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2774">The unhallowed spell in hand unholy held</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2775">Now ministered to mercy, heavily</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2776">The wretche's eyelids closed,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2777">And welcome and unfelt</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2778">Like the release of death</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2779">A sudden sleep fell on his vital powers.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B5_lg347">
<l rend="i4" n="2780">Yet tho' along the cave</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2781">Lay Zohak's giant limbs,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2782">The twin-born serpents kept the narrow pass,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2783">Kindled their fiery eyes,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2784">Darted their tongues of terror, and rolled out</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2785">Their undulating length,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2786">Like the long streamers of some gallant ship</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2787">Buoyed on the wavy air,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2788">Still struggling to flow on and still withheld.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2789">The scent of living flesh</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2790">Inflamed their appetite.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B5_lg348">
<l rend="i0" n="2791">Prepared for all the perils of the cave</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2792">Mohareb came. He from his wallet drew</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2793">Two human heads yet warm.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2794">O hard of heart! whom not the visible power</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2795">Of retributive Justice, and the doom</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2796">Of Zohak in his sight,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2797">Deterred from equal crime!</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2798">Two human heads, yet warm, he laid</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2799">Before the scaly guardians of the pass.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2800">They to their wonted banquet of old years</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2801">Turned eager, and the narrow pass was free.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B5_lg349">
<l rend="i4" n="2802">And now before their path</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2803">The opening cave dilates;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2804">They reach a spacious vault</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2805">Where the black river fountains burst their way.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2806">Now as a whirlwind's force</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2807">Had centered on the spring,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2808">The gushing flood rolled up;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2809">And now the deadened roar</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2810">Echoed beneath them, as its sudden pause</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2811">Left wide a dark abyss,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2812">Adown whose fathomless gulphs the eye was lost.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2813">Blue flames that hovered o'er the springs</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2814">Flung thro' the Cavern their uncertain light</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2815">Now waving on the waves they lay,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2816">And now their fiery curls</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2817">Flowed in long tresses up,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2818">And now contracting glowed with whiter heat.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2819">Then up they poured again</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2820">Darting pale flashes thro' the tremulous air;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2821">The flames, the red and yellow sulphur-smoke,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2822">And the black darkness of the vault</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2823">Commingling indivisibly.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B5_lg350">
<l rend="i0" n="2824">"Here," quoth Mohareb, "do the Angels dwell,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2825">"The Teachers of Enchantment." Thalaba</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2826">Then raised his voice and cried,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2827">"Haruth and Maruth, hear me! not with rites</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2828">"Accursed, to disturb your penitence</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2829">"And learn forbidden lore,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2830">"Repentant Angels, seek I your abode.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2831">"Me <name type="divin">Allah</name> and the Prophet
mission here,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2832">"Their chosen servant I.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2833">"Tell me the Talisman."...</l>
<l rend="i10" n="2834">"And dost thou think"</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2835">"Mohareb cried, as with a scornful smile</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2836">He glanced upon his comrade, "dost thou think</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2837">"To trick them of their secret? for the dupes</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2838">"Of human-kind keep this lip-righteousness!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2839">"'Twill serve thee in the Mosque</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2840">"And in the Market-place,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2841">"But Spirits view the heart.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2842">"Only by strong and torturing spells enforced,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2843">"Those stubborn Angels teach the charm</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2844">"By which we must descend."</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B5_lg351">
<l rend="i4" n="2845">"Descend!" said Thalaba.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2846">But then the wrinkling smile</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2847">Forsook Mohareb's cheek,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2848">And darker feelings settled on his brow.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2849">"Now by my soul," quoth he, "and I believe</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2850">"Idiot! that I have led</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2851">"Some camel-kneed prayer-monger thro' the cave!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2852">"What brings thee hither? thou shouldest have a hut</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2853">"By some Saint's
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_105">
<p> The habitations of the Saints are always beside the sanctuary, or
tomb, of their ancestors, which they take care to adorn. Some of
them possess, close to their houses, gardens, trees, or cultivated
grounds, and particularly some spring or well of water. I was once
travelling in the south in the beginning of October, when the
season happened to be exceedingly hot, and the wells and rivulets
of the country were all dried up. We had neither water, for
ourselves, nor for our horses; and after having taken much
fruitless trouble to obtain some, we went and paid homage to a
Saint, who at first pretended a variety of scruples before he would
suffer infidels to approach; but on promising to give him ten or 12
shillings, he became exceedingly humane, and supplied us with as
much water as we wanted; still however vaunting highly of his
charity, and particularly of his disinterestedness.
<bibl>Chenier.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
grave beside the public way,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2854">"There to less-knowing fools</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2855">"Retail thy Koran
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_106">
<p> No nation in <placeName ref="the_world">the world</placeName> is
so much given to superstition as the <rs type="place" ref="Arabia">Arabs</rs>, or even as the Mahometans in general. They hung
about their children's necks the figure of an open hand, which the
Turks and Moors paint upon their ships and houses, as an antidote
and counter-charm to an evil eye: For five is with them an unlucky
number and five (fingers perhaps) in your eyes, is their proverb of
cursing and defiance. Those who are grown up, carry always about
with them some paragraph or other of their Koran, which, like as
the Jews did their phylacteries, they place upon their breast, or
sow under their caps, to prevent fascination and witchcraft, and to
secure themselves from sickness and misfortunes. The virtue of
these charms and scrolls is supposed likewise to be so far
universal, that they suspend them upon the necks of their cattle,
horses and other beasts of burthen. <bibl>Shaw.</bibl>
</p>
<p> The hand-spell is still common in <placeName>Portugal</placeName>,
it is called the <hi rend="italic">figa</hi>, and thus probably our
vulgar phrase "<hi rend="italic">a fig for him</hi>" is derived
from a Moorish amulet.</p>
</note>
scraps,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2856">"And in thy turn, die civet-like at last</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2857">"In the dung-perfume of thy sanctity!...</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2858">"Ye whom I seek! that, led by me,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2859">"Feet uninitiate tread</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2860">"Your threshold, this atones!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2861">"Fit sacrifice he falls!"</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2862">And forth he flashed his scymetar,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2863">And raised the murderous blow.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B5_lg352">
<l rend="i2" n="2864">Then ceased his power; his lifted arm,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2865">Suspended by the spell,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2866">Hung impotent to strike.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2867">"Poor Hypocrite!" cried he,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2868">"And this then is thy faith</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2869">"In <name type="divin">Allah</name> and the Prophet! they
had failed</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2870">"To save thee, but for Magic's stolen aid;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2871">"Yea, they had left thee yonder Serpent's meal,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2872">"But that, in prudent cowardice,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2873">"The chosen Servant of the Lord came in,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2874">"Safe follower of my path!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B5_lg353">
<l rend="i0" n="2875">"Blasphemer! dost thou boast of guiding me?"</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2876">Kindling with pride quoth Thalaba,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2877">"Blindly the wicked work</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2878">"The righteous will of Heaven.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2879">"Sayest thou that diffident of God,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2880">"In magic spell I trust?</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2881">"Liar! let witness this!"</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2882">And he drew off Abdaldar's Ring</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2883">And cast it in the gulph.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2884">A skinny hand came up</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2885">And caught it as it fell,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2886">And peals of devilish laughter shook the Cave.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B5_lg354">
<l rend="i2" n="2887">Then joy suffused Mohareb's cheek,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2888">And Thalaba beheld</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2889">The blue blade gleam, descending to destroy.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B5_lg355">
<l rend="i4" n="2890">The undefended youth</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2891">Sprung forward, and he seized</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2892">Mohareb in his grasp,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2893">And grappled with him breast to breast.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2894">Sinewy and large of limb Mohareb was,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2895">Broad-shouldered, and his joints</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2896">Knit firm, and in the strife</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2897">Of danger practised well.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2898">Time had not thus matured young Thalaba:</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2899">But now the enthusiast mind,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2900">The inspiration of his soul</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2901">Poured vigour like the strength</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2902">Of madness thro' his frame.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2903">Mohareb reels before him! he right on</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2904">With knee, with breast, with arm,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2905">Presses the staggering foe!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2906">And now upon the brink</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2907">Of that tremendous spring,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2908">There with fresh impulse and a rush of force</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2909">He thrust him from his hold.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2910">The upwhirling flood received</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2911">Mohareb, then, absorbed,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2912">Engulphed him in the abyss.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B5_lg356">
<l rend="i4" n="2913">Thalaba's breath came fast,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2914">And panting he breathed out</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2915">A broken prayer of thankfulness.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2916">At length he spake and said,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2917">"Haruth and Maruth! are ye here?</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2918">"Or has that evil guide misled my search?</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2919">"I, Thalaba, the Servant of the Lord,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2920">"Invoke you. Hear me Angels! so may Heaven</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2921">"Accept and mitigate your penitence.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2922">"I go to root from <placeName ref="Earth_planet">earth</placeName> the Sorcerer brood,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2923">"Tell me the needful Talisman!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B5_lg357">
<l rend="i0" n="2924">Thus as he spake, recumbent on the rock</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2925">Beyond the black abyss,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2926">Their forms grew visible.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2927">A settled sorrow sate upon their brows,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2928">Sorrow alone, for trace of guilt and shame</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2929">No more remained; and gradual as by prayer</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2930">The sin was purged away,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2931">Their robe
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_107">
<p> In the Vision of Thurcillus Adam is described as beholding the
events of <placeName ref="the_world">the world</placeName> with
mingled grief and joy; his original garment of glory gradually
recovering its lustre, as the number of the elect increases, till
it be fulfilled. <bibl>
<author>
<hi rend="italic">Matthew Paris.</hi>
</author>
</bibl>
</p>
</note>
of glory, purified of stain</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2932">Resumed the lustre of its native light.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B5_lg358">
<l rend="i0" n="2933">In awe the youth received the answering voice,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2934">"Son of Hodeirah! thou hast proved it here;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2935">"The Talisman is Faith."</l>
</lg>
<p>END OF THE FIRST VOLUME.</p>
</div>
</div>
<div type="volume">
<head>THE SECOND VOLUME.</head>
<!--<hr style="width: 100%;" />
<h2><hi rend="italic">CONTENTS.</hi></h2>
<div class='center'>
<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="" width="60%">
<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Sixth_Book">The sixth Book</a></td><td align='right'>1</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Seventh_Book">The seventh Book</a></td><td align='right'>51</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Eighth_Book">The eighth Book</a></td><td align='right'>89</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Ninth_Book">The ninth Book</a></td><td align='right'>139</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Tenth_Book">The tenth Book</a></td><td align='right'>203</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Eleventh_Book">The eleventh Book</a></td><td align='right'>261</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Twelfth_Book">The twelfth Book</a></td><td align='right'>299</td></tr>
</table></div>-->
<div type="book" xml:id="Book_6">
<head>THE SIXTH BOOK.</head>
<lg xml:id="B6_lg359">
<l rend="i0" n="2936">So from the inmost cavern, Thalaba</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2937">Retrod the windings of the rock.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2938">Still on the ground the giant limbs</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2939">Of Zohak were outstretched;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2940">The spell of sleep had ceased</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2941">And his broad eyes were glaring on the youth:</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2942">Yet raised he not his arm to bar the way,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2943">Fearful to rouse the snakes</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2944">Now lingering o'er their meal.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B6_lg360">
<l rend="i0" n="2945">Oh then, emerging from that dreadful cave,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2946">How grateful did the gale of night</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2947">Salute his freshened sense!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2948">How full of lightsome joy,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2949">Thankful to Heaven, he hastens by the verge</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2950">Of that bitumen lake,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2951">Whose black and heavy fumes,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2952">Surge heaving after surge,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2953">Rolled like the billowy and tumultuous sea.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B6_lg361">
<l rend="i2" n="2954">The song of many a bird at morn</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2955">Aroused him from his rest.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2956">Lo! by his side a courser stood!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2957">More animate of eye,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2958">Of form more faultless never had he seen,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2959">More light of limbs and beautiful in strength,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2960">Among the race whose blood,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2961">Pure and unmingled, from the royal steeds</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2962">Of
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_108">
<p> The arabian horses are divided into two great branches; the <hi rend="italic">Kadischi</hi> whose descent is unknown, and the
<hi rend="italic">Kochlani</hi>, of whom a written genealogy has
been kept for 2000 years. These last are reserved for riding
solely, they are highly esteemed and consequently very dear, they
are said to derive their origin from King Solomon's studs, however
this may be they are fit to bear the greatest fatigues, and can
pass whole days without food, they are also said to show uncommon
courage against an enemy, it is even asserted, that when a horse of
this race finds himself wounded and unable to bear his rider much
longer, he retires from the fray and conveys him to a place of
security. If the rider falls upon the ground his horse remains
beside him, and neighs till assistance is brought: the <hi rend="italic">Kochlani</hi> are neither large nor handsome but
amazingly swift, the whole race is divided into several families,
each of which has its proper name. Some of these have a higher
reputation than others, on account of their more ancient and
uncontaminated nobility. <bibl>Niebuhr.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
Solomon came down.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B6_lg362">
<l rend="i4" n="2963">The chosen Arab's eye</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2964">Glanced o'er his graceful shape,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2965">His rich caparisons,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2966">His crimson trappings gay.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2967">But when he saw the mouth</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2968">Uncurbed, the unbridled neck,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2969">Then flushed his cheek, and leapt his heart,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2970">For sure he deemed that Heaven had sent</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2971">The Courser, whom no erring hand should guide.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2972">And lo! the eager Steed</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2973">Throws his head and paws the ground,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2974">Impatient of delay!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2975">Then up leapt Thalaba</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2976">And away went the self-governed steed.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B6_lg363">
<l rend="i4" n="2977">Far over the plain</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2978">Away went the bridleless steed;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2979">With the dew of the morning his fetlocks were wet,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2980">The foam frothed his limbs in the journey of noon,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2981">Nor stayed he till over the westerly heaven</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2982">The shadows of evening had spread.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2983">Then on a sheltered bank</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2984">The appointed Youth reposed,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2985">And by him laid the docile courser down.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2986">Again in the grey of the morning</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2987">Thalaba bounded up,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2988">Over hill, over dale</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2989">Away goes the bridleless steed.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2990">Again at eve he stops</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2991">Again the Youth descends.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2992">His load discharged, his errand done,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2993">Then bounded the courser away.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B6_lg364">
<l rend="i4" n="2994">Heavy and dark the eve;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2995">The Moon was hid on high,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2996">A dim light only tinged the mist</l>
<l rend="i2" n="2997">That crost her in the path of Heaven.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="2998">All living sounds had ceased,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="2999">Only the flow of waters near was heard,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3000">A low and lulling melody.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3001">Fasting, yet not of want</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3002">Percipient, he on that mysterious steed</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3003">Had reached his resting place,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3004">For expectation kept his nature up.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3005">The flow of waters now</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3006">Awoke a feverish thirst:</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3007">Led by the sound, he moved</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3008">To seek the grateful wave.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3009">A meteor in the hazy air</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3010">Played before his path;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3011">Before him now it rolled</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3012">A globe of livid fire;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3013">And now contracted to a steady light,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3014">As when the solitary hermit prunes</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3015">His lamp's long undulating flame:</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3016">And now its wavy point</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3017">Up-blazing rose, like a young cypress-tree</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3018">Swayed by the heavy wind;</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3019">Anon to Thalaba it moved,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3020">And wrapped him in its pale innocuous fire:</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3021">Now in the darkness drowned</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3022">Left him with eyes bedimmed,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3023">And now emerging
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_109">
<p> In travelling by night thro' the vallies of Mount Ephraim, we were
attended, for above the space of an hour, with an Ignis Fatuus,
that displayed itself in a variety of extraordinary appearances.
For it was sometimes globular, or like the flame of a candle;
immediately after it would spread itself and involve our whole
company in its pale inoffensive light, then at once contract itself
and disappear. But in less than a minute it would again exert
itself as at other times, or else, running along from one place to
another with a swift progressive motion, would expand itself, at
certain intervals over more than two or three acres of the adjacent
mountains. The atmosphere from the beginning of the evening, had
been remarkably thick and hazy, and the dew, as we felt it upon our
bridles, was unusually clammy and unctuous. In the like disposition
of the weather, I have observed those luminous bodies, which at sea
skip about the masts and yards of ships, and are called
Corpusánse
<note style="double" type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="NN_i"> A corruption of Cuerpo Santo as this meteor is called by
the Spaniards.</note>
by the mariners. <bibl>Shaw.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
spread the scene to sight.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B6_lg365">
<l rend="i2" n="3024">Led by the sound, and meteor-flame</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3025">Advanced the Arab youth.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3026">Now to the nearest of the many rills</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3027">He stoops; ascending steam</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3028">Timely repels his hand,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3029">For from its source it sprung, a boiling tide.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3030">A second course with better hap he tries,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3031">The wave intensly cold</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3032">Tempts to a copious draught.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3033">There was a virtue in the wave,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3034">His limbs that stiff with toil,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3035">Dragged heavy, from the copious draught received</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3036">Lightness and supple strength.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3037">O'erjoyed, and deeming the benignant Power</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3038">Who sent the reinless steed,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3039">Had blessed the healing waters to his use</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3040">He laid him down to sleep;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3041">Lulled by the soothing and incessant sound,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3042">The flow of many waters, blending oft</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3043">With shriller tones and deep low murmurings</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3044">That from the fountain caves</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3045">In mingled melody</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3046">Like faery music, heard at midnight, came.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B6_lg366">
<l rend="i2" n="3047">The sounds that last he heard at night</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3048">Awoke his sense at morn.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3049">A scene of wonders lay before his eyes.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3050">In mazy windings o'er the vale</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3051">Wandered a thousand streams;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3052">They in their endless flow
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_110">
<p> The <hi rend="italic">Hammam Meskouteen</hi>, the Silent or
Inchanted Baths, are situated on a low ground, surrounded with
mountains. There are several fountains that furnish the water,
which is of an intense heat, and falls afterwards into the Ze-nati.
At a small distance from these hot fountains, we have others, which
upon comparison are of as an intense a coldness; and a little below
them, somewhat nearer the banks of the Ze-nati, there are the ruins
of a few houses, built perhaps for the conveniency of such persons,
who came hither for the benefit of the waters. </p>
<p> Besides the strong sulphureous steams of the Hammam
<note style="double" type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="NN_j"> They call the <hi rend="italic">Thermæ</hi> of this country
Hammams, from whence our Hummums.</note>
Meskouteen, we are to observe farther of them, that their
water is of so intense a heat, that the rocky ground it runs over,
to the distance sometimes of a hundred foot, is dissolved, or
rather calcined by it. When the substance of these rocks is soft
and uniform, then the water by making every way equal impressions,
leaveth them in the shape of cones or hemispheres; which being six
foot high and a little more or less of the same diameter, the Arabs
maintain to be so many tents of their predecessors turned into
stone. But when these rocks, besides their usual soft chalky
substance, contain likewise some layers of harder matter, not so
easy to be dissolved, then, in proportion to the resistance the
water is thereby to meet with, we are entertained with a confusion
of traces and channels, distinguished by the Arabs into Sheep,
Camels, Horses, nay into Men, Women and Children, whom they suppose
to have undergone the like fate with their habitations. I observed
that the fountains which afforded this water, had been frequently
stopped up: or rather ceasing to run at one place, broke out
immediately in another, which circumstance seems not only to
account for the number of cones, but for that variety likewise of
traces, that are continued from one or other of these cones or
fountains, quite down to the river Zenati. </p>
<p> This place, in riding over it, giveth back such a hollow sound,
that we were afraid every moment of sinking thro' it. It is
probable therefore that the ground below us was hollow: and may not
the air then, which is pent up within these caverns, afford, as we
may suppose, in escaping continually thro' these fountains, that
mixture of shrill, murmuring and deep sounds, which, according to
the direction of the winds and the motion of the external air,
issue out along with the water? the Arabs, to quote their strength
of imagination once more, affirm these sounds to be the music of
the <hi rend="italic">Jenoune</hi>, Fairies, who are supposed, in a
particular manner, to make their abodes at this place, and to be
the grand agents in all these extraordinary appearances. </p>
<p> There are other natural curiosities likewise at this place. For
the chalky stone being dissolved into a fine impalpable powder and
carried down afterwards with the stream, lodgeth itself upon the
sides of the channel, nay sometimes upon the lips of the fountains
themselves; or else embracing twigs, straws and other bodies in its
way, immediately hardeneth and shoots into a bright fibrous
substance, like the Asbestos, forming itself at the same time, into
a variety of glittering figures and beautiful christalizations.
<bibl>Shaw.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
had channelled deep</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3053">The rocky soil o'er which they ran,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3054">Veining its thousand islet stones,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3055">Like clouds that freckle o'er the summer sky,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3056">The blue etherial <placeName ref="Ocean">ocean</placeName> circling each</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3057">And insulating all.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3058">A thousand shapes they wore, those islet stones,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3059">And <name type="myth">Nature</name> with her various
tints</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3060">Varied anew their thousand forms:</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3061">For some were green with moss,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3062">Some rich with yellow lichen's gold,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3063">Or ruddier tinged, or grey, or silver-white,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3064">Or sparkling sparry radiance to the sun.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3065">Here gushed the fountains up,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3066">Alternate light and blackness, like the play</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3067">Of sunbeams, on the warrior's burnished arms.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3068">Yonder the river rolled, whose bed,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3069">Their labyrinthine lingerings o'er</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3070">Received the confluent rills.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B6_lg367">
<l rend="i2" n="3071">This was a wild and wonderous scene,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3072">Strange and beautiful, as where</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3073">By <placeName ref="Hotun_Nor">Oton-tala</placeName>,
like a sea
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_111">
<p> In the place where the Whang-ho rises, there are more than an
hundred springs which sparkle like stars, whence it is called
<placeName ref="Hotun_Nor">Hotun Nor, the Sea of
Stars</placeName>. These sources form two great lakes called
Hala Nor, the black sea or lake; afterwards there appear 3 or 4
little rivers, which join'd form the Whang-ho, which has 8 or 9
branches. These sources of the river are called also Oton-tala. It
is in <placeName ref="Tibet">Thibet</placeName>. <bibl>Gaubil.
Astley's Collect. of Voy. and Travels.</bibl>
</p>
<p>
<placeName ref="Whang-ho_River">The Whang ho</placeName>, or as the
Portugueze call it Hoam-ho, i. e. the yellow River, rises not far
from the source of the Ganges in <placeName ref="Tartarian_Mts">the
Tartarian mountains</placeName> west of
<placeName>China</placeName>, and having run thro' it with a
course of more than six hundred leagues, discharges itself into <rs type="place" ref="Bohai_Sea">the eastern sea</rs>. It hath its
name from a yellow mud which always stains its water, and which
after rains composes a third part of its quantity. The watermen
clear it for use by throwing in alum. The Chinese say its waters
cannot become clear in a thousand years; whence it is a common
proverb among them for any thing which is never likely to happen,
when the yellow river shall run clear. <bibl>Note to the Chinese
Tale Hau Kiou Choann.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
of stars,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3074">
<rs type="place" ref="Hotun_Nor">The hundred sources</rs>
of <placeName ref="Whang-ho_River">Hoangho</placeName> burst.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3075">
<rs type="place" ref="Tartarian_Mts">High mountains
closed the vale</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3076">Bare rocky mountains, to all living things</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3077">Inhospitable, on whose sides no herb</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3078">Rooted, no insect fed, no bird awoke</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3079">Their echoes, save the Eagle, strong of wing,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3080">A lonely plunderer, that afar</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3081">Sought in the vales his prey.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B6_lg368">
<l rend="i0" n="3082">Thither towards <rs type="place" ref="Tartarian_Mts">those mountains</rs>, Thalaba</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3083">Advanced, for well he weened that there had Fate</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3084">Destined the adventures end.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3085">Up a wide vale winding amid their depths,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3086">A stony vale between receding heights</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3087">Of stone, he wound his way.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3088">A cheerless place! the solitary Bee</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3089">Whose buzzing was the only sound of life</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3090">Flew there on restless wing,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3091">Seeking in vain one blossom, where to fix.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B6_lg369">
<l rend="i4" n="3092">Still Thalaba holds on,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3093">The winding vale now narrows on his way,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3094">And steeper of ascent</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3095">
<rs type="place" ref="Tartarian_Mts">Rightward and
leftward rise the rocks</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3096">And now they meet across the vale.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3097">Was it the toil of human hands</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3098">That hewed a passage in the rock,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3099">Thro' whose rude portal-way</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3100">The light of heaven was seen?</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3101">Rude and low the portal-way,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3102">Beyond the same
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_112">
<p> Among <placeName ref="Algiers_Beni_Abbess_Mts">the mountains of
the <hi rend="italic">Beni Abbess</hi>
</placeName>, four leagues
to the S. E. of the <hi rend="italic">Welled Mansoure</hi>, we pass
thro' a narrow winding defile, which, for the space of near half a
mile, lyeth on each side under an exceeding high precipice, at
every winding, the Rock or Stratum, that originally went across it
and thereby separated one valley from another, is cut into the
fashion of a door case six or seven feet wide, giving thereby the
Arabs an occasion to call them <hi rend="italic">Beeban</hi>, the
Gates; whilst the Turks in consideration of their strength and
ruggedness, know them by the additional appellation of <hi rend="italic">Dammer Cappy</hi>, the Gates of Iron. Few persons
pass them without horror, a handful of men being able to dispute
the passage with a whole Army. The rivulet of salt water which
glides thro' this valley, might possibly first point out the way
which art and necessity would afterwards improve.
<bibl>Shaw.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
ascending straits</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3103">Went winding up the wilds.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B6_lg370">
<l rend="i0" n="3104">Still a bare, silent, solitary glen,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3105">A fearful silence and a solitude</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3106">That made itself be felt.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3107">And steeper now the ascent,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3108">A rugged path, that tired</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3109">The straining muscles, toiling slowly up.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3110">At length again a rock</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3111">Stretched o'er the narrow vale.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3112">There also was a portal hewn,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3113">But gates of massy iron barred the way,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3114">Huge, solid, heavy-hinged.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B6_lg371">
<l rend="i2" n="3115">There hung a horn beside the gate,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3116">Ivory-tipt and brazen mouthed,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3117">He took the ivory tip,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3118">And thro' the brazen mouth he breathed;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3119">From rock to rock rebounding rung the blast,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3120">Like a long thunder peal!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3121">The gates of iron, by no human arm</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3122">Unfolded, turning on their hinges slow,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3123">Disclosed the passage of the rock.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3124">He entered, and the iron gates</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3125">Fell to, and closed him in.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3126">It was a narrow winding way,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3127">Dim lamps suspended from the vault</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3128">Lent to the gloom an agitated light.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3129">Winding it pierced the rock,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3130">A long descending path</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3131">By gates of iron closed;</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3132">There also hung the horn beside</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3133">Of ivory tip and brazen mouth,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3134">Again he took the ivory tip</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3135">And gave the brazen mouth his voice again.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3136">Not now in thunder spake the horn,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3137">But poured a sweet and thrilling melody:</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3138">The gates flew open, and a flood of light</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3139">Rushed on his dazzled eyes.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B6_lg372">
<l rend="i0" n="3140">Was it to earthly <placeName>Eden</placeName> lost so
long,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3141">The youth had found the wonderous way?</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3142">But earthly <placeName>Eden</placeName> boasts</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3143">No terraced palaces,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3144">No rich pavilions bright with woven
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_113">
<p> In <date when="1568">1568</date>
<rs type="place" ref="Persia">the Persian Sultan gave the Grand
Seigneur two most stately pavilions made of one piece</rs>, the
curtains being interlaced with gold and the supporters imbroidred
with the same, also nine fair conopies to hang over the ports of
their pavilions, things not used among the Christians.
<bibl>Knolles.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
gold.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3145">Like these that in the vale</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3146">Rise amid odorous groves.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3147">The astonished Thalaba</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3148">Doubting as tho' an unsubstantial dream</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3149">Beguiled his passive sense,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3150">A moment closed his eyes;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3151">Still they were there ... the palaces and groves,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3152">And rich pavilions glittering golden light.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B6_lg373">
<l rend="i0" n="3153">And lo! a man, reverend in comely age</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3154">Advancing meets the youth.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3155">"Favoured of Fortune," he exclaimed,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3156">"Go taste the joys of <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Paradise</rs>!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3157">"The reinless steed that ranges o'er <placeName ref="the_world">the world</placeName>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3158">"Brings hither those alone for lofty deeds</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3159">"Marked by their horoscope; permitted here</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3160">"A foretaste of the full beatitude,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3161">"That in heroic acts they may go on</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3162">"More ardent, eager to return and reap</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3163">"Endless enjoyment here, their destined meed.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3164">"Favoured of Fortune thou,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3165">"Go taste the joys of <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Paradise</rs>!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B6_lg374">
<l rend="i2" n="3166">This said, he turned away, and left</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3167">The Youth in wonder mute;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3168">For Thalaba stood mute</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3169">And passively received</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3170">The mingled joy that flowed on every sense.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3171">Where'er his eye could reach</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3172">Fair structures, rain bow-hued, arose;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3173">And rich pavilions thro' the opening woods</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3174">Gleamed from their waving curtains sunny gold;</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3175">And winding thro' the verdant vale</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3176">Flowed streams of liquid light;</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3177">And fluted cypresses reared up</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3178">Their living obelisks;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3179">And broad-leaved
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_114">
<p> The <rs type="place" ref="Persia">expences the Persians are at in
their gardens</rs> is that wherein they make greatest
ostentation of their wealth. Not that they much mind furnishing of
them with delightful flowers as we do in Europe; but these they
slight as an excessive liberality of <name type="myth">Nature</name> by whom their common fields are strewed with an
infinite number of tulips and other flowers; but they are rather
desirous to have their gardens full of all sorts of fruit trees,
and especially to dispose them into pleasant walks of a kind of
plane or poplar, a tree not known in Europe, which the Persians
call Tzinnar. These trees grow up to the height of the Pine, and
have very broad leaves not much unlike those of the vine. Their
fruit hath some resemblance to the chesnut, while the outer coat is
about it, but there is no kernel within it, so that it is not to be
eaten. The wood thereof is very brown and full of veins, and the
Persians use it in doors and shutters for windows, which being
rubbed with oil, look incomparably better than any thing made of
wallnut tree, nay indeed than the root of it which is now
<note style="double" type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="NN_k"> 1637.</note>
so very much esteemed. <bibl>Amb. Travels.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
Zennars in long colonades</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3180">O'er-arched delightful walks,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3181">Where round their trunks the thousand-tendril'd vine</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3182">Wound up and hung the bows with greener wreaths,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3183">And clusters not their own.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3184">Wearied with endless beauty did his eyes</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3185">Return for rest? beside him teems the earth</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3186">With tulips, like the ruddy
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_115">
<p>
<persName>Major Scott</persName> informs us that scars and wounds
by Persian writers are compared to the streaky tints of the tulip.
The simile here employed is equally obvious and more suited to its
place.</p>
</note>
evening streaked,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3187">And here the lily hangs her head of snow,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3188">And here amid her sable
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_116">
<p> "We pitched our tents among some little hills where there was a
prodigious number of lillies of many colours, with which the ground
was quite covered. None were white, they were mostly either of a
rich violet with a red spot in the midst of each leaf, or of a fine
black and these were the most esteemed. In form they were like our
lillies, but much larger." <bibl>Tavernier.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
cup</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3189">Shines the red eye-spot, like one brightest star</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3190">The solitary twinkler of the night,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3191">And here the rose expands</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3192">Her paradise
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_117">
<p> This was an expression of Ariosto in one of his smaller poems, I
believe in a Madrigal. I cannot now quote the line.</p>
</note>
of leaves.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B6_lg375">
<l rend="i4" n="3193">Then on his ear what sounds</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3194">Of harmony arose!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3195">Far music and the distance-mellowed song</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3196">From bowers of merriment;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3197">The waterfall remote;</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3198">The murmuring of the leafy groves;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3199">The single nightingale</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3200">Perched in the Rosier by, so richly toned,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3201">That never from that most melodious bird,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3202">Singing a love-song to his brooding mate,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3203">Did <rs type="place" ref="Thrace">Thracian</rs> shepherd
by <rs type="place" ref="Orpheus_grave">the grave</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3204">Of Orpheus
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_118">
<p> The Thracians say that the nightingales which build their nests
about <placeName ref="Orpheus_grave">the Sepulchre of
Orpheus</placeName> sing sweeter and louder than other
nightingales. <bibl>Pausanias.</bibl>
</p>
<p> Gongora has addressed this Bird with somewhat more than his usual
extravagance of absurdity, </p>
<q>
<lg xml:lang="es">
<l rend="i0">Con diferencia tal, con gracia tanta</l>
<l rend="i1">Aquel Ruiseñor llora, que sospecho,</l>
<l rend="i1">Que tiene otros cien mil dentro del pecho,</l>
<l rend="i0">Que alternan su dolor por su garganta.</l>
</lg>
<lg>
<l rend="i0">With such a grace that Nightingale bewails</l>
<l rend="i1">That I suspect, so exquisite his note,</l>
<l rend="i0">An hundred thousand other Nightingales</l>
<l rend="i1">Within him, warble sorrow thro' his throat.</l>
</lg>
</q>
</note>
hear a sweeter song;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3213">Tho' there the Spirit of <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">the Sepulchre</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3214">All his own power infuse, to swell</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3215">The incense that he loves.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B6_lg378">
<l rend="i0" n="3216">And oh! what odours the voluptuous vale</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3217">Scatters from jasmine bowers.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3218">From yon rose wilderness,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3219">From clustered henna, and from orange groves</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3220">That with such perfumes fill the breeze,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3221">As Peris to their Sister bear,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3222">When from the summit of some lofty tree</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3223">She hangs encaged, the captive of the Dives.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3224">They from their pinions shake</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3225">The sweetness of celestial flowers,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3226">And as her enemies impure</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3227">From that impervious poison far away</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3228">Fly groaning with the torment, she the while</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3229">Inhales her fragrant
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_119">
<p> In the <hi rend="italic">Caherman Nameh</hi>, the Dives having
taken in war some of the Peris, imprisoned them in iron cages,
which they hung from the highest trees they could find. There from
time to time their companions visited them, with the most precious
odours. These odours were the usual food of the Peris, and procured
them also another advantage, for they prevented the Dives from
approaching or molesting them. The Dives could not bear the
perfumes, which rendered them gloomy and melancholy whenever they
drew near the cage in which a Peri was suspended.
<bibl>D'Herbelot.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
food.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3230">Such odours flowed upon <placeName ref="the_world">the
world</placeName>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3231">When at Mohammed's nuptials, word</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3232">Went forth in <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Heaven</rs> to roll</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3233">The everlasting gates of <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Paradise</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3234">Back on their living hinges, that its gales</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3235">Might visit all below; the general bliss</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3236">Thrilled every bosom, and the family</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3237">Of man, for once
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_120">
<p> Nuptials of Mohammed and Cadijah.—Dum autem ad nuptias celebrandas
solemnissimum convivium pararetur, concussus est Angelis
admirantibus, thronus Dei: atque ipse Deus majestate plenus
præcepit Custodi Paradisi, ut puellas, & pueros ejus cum
festivis ornamentis educeret, & calices ad bibendum ordinatim
disponeret: grandiores item puellas, & jam sororiantibus mammis
præditas, & juvenes illis coævos, pretiosis vestibus indueret.
Jussit prœterea Gabrielem vexillum laudis supra Meccanum Templum
explicare. Tunc vero valles omnes & montes prœ lœtitiâ gestire
cæperunt, & tota <placeName>Mecca</placeName> nocte illa velut
olla super ignem imposita efferbuit.—Eodem tempore prœcepit Deus
Gabrieli, ut super omnes mortales unguenta pretiosissima
dispergeret, admirantibus omnibus subitum illum atque insolitum
odorem, quem in gratiam novorum conjugum divinitus exhalasse
universi cognovere. <bibl>Maracci.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
partook one common joy.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B6_lg379">
<l rend="i2" n="3238">Full of the joy, yet still awake</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3239">To wonder, on went Thalaba;</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3240">On every side the song of mirth,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3241">The music of festivity,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3242">Invite the passing youth.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3243">Wearied at length with hunger and with heat</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3244">He enters in a banquet room,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3245">Where round a fountain brink,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3246">On silken
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_121">
<p> Sclymus 2.<!--ebb NOTE: Check print texts of Thalaba and Southey's Commonplace Book: Southey is quoting verbatim from his source in Knolles for this note
and it looks like Sclymus here may be a misread or misprint of Selymus. Looking up knolles teftich finds the passage in Google Books here:
http://books.google.com/books?id=XC9RAAAAcAAJ&pg=PA838&lpg=PA838&dq=knolles+teftich&source=bl&ots=ic5UmIRz7u&sig=veGX-FG2gcqeJBj6NMrnciB66ZY&hl=en&sa=X&ei=pPtMVIOEE8a0yASe0oGwDA&ved=0CCwQ6AEwAw#v=onepage&q=knolles%20teftich&f=false
Since the year is given as 1568, I am nearly certain that the event is the gifting by Shah Tamasp of the Persian Book of Kings to help inaugurate the reign (accession present) the Ottoman sultan Selim II
described in this article: https://www.academia.edu/6836525/_The_Afterlife_of_a_Royal_Gift_The_Ottoman_Inserts_of_the_Shahnama-i_Shahi_
The event took place in the Ottoman city of Edirne in February 1568.
--> received the Embassadors sitting upon a pallat which
the Turks call <hi rend="italic">Mastabe</hi> used by them in their
chambers to sleep and to feed upon, covered with carpets of silk,
as was the whole floor of the chamber also. <bibl>Knolles.</bibl>
</p>
<p> <rs type="place" ref="Edirne">Among the presents that were exchanged between the Persian and
Ottoman Sovereigns in 1568</rs>, were carpets of silk, of camel's hair,
lesser ones of silk and gold, and some called <hi rend="italic">Teftich</hi>; made of the finest lawn, and so large that seven
men could scarcely carry one of them. <bibl>Knolles.</bibl>
</p>
<p> In the beautiful story of Ali Beg it is said Cha Sefi when he
examined the house of his father's favourite was much surprized at
seeing it so badly furnished with plain skins and coarse carpets,
whereas the other Nobles in their houses trod only upon carpets of
silk and gold. <bibl>Tavernier.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
carpets sate the festive train.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3247">Instant thro' all his frame</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3248">Delightful coolness spread;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3249">The playing fount refreshed</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3250">The agitated air;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3251">The very light came cooled thro' silvering panes</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3252">Of pearly
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_122">
<p> On the way from <placeName>Macao</placeName> to
<placeName>Canton</placeName> in the rivers and channels there
is taken a vast quantity of oysters, of whose shells <rs type="place" ref="China">they make glass for the windows</rs>.
<bibl>Gemelli Careri.</bibl>
</p>
<p> In the Chinese Novel <hi rend="italic">Hau Kiou Choaan</hi>, we
read Shueyping-sin ordered her servants to hang up a curtain of
mother of pearl across the hall. She commanded the first table to
be set for her guest without the curtain and two lighted tapers to
be placed upon it. Afterwards she ordered a second table, but
without any light, to be set for herself within the curtain, so
that <hi rend="italic">she could see every thing thro' it</hi>,
unseen herself. </p>
<p> Master George Turbervile in his letters form Muscovy 1568,
describes <rs type="place" ref="Russia">the Russian windows</rs>
</p>
<q>
<lg>
<l rend="i0">They have no English glasse; of slices of a
rocke</l>
<l rend="i0">Hight Sluda they their windows make, that English
glasse doth mocke.</l>
<l rend="i0">They cut it very thinne, and sow it with a
thred</l>
<l rend="i0">In pretie order like to panes, to serve their
present need.</l>
<l rend="i0">No other glasse, good faith, doth give a better
light,</l>
<l rend="i0">And sure the rock is nothing rich, the cost is very
slight.</l>
</lg>
<bibl>
<author>Hakluyt</author>. </bibl>
</q>
<p> The Indians of <placeName>Malabar</placeName> use mother of pearl
for window panes. <bibl>Fra Paolino da San Batolomeo.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
shell, like the pale moon-beam tinged;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3259">Or where the wine-vase
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_123">
<p> The King and the great Lords have a sort of cellar for
magnificence, where they sometimes drink with persons whom they
wish to regale. These cellars are square rooms, to which you
descend by only two or three steps. In the middle is a small
cistern of water, and a rich carpet covers the ground from the
walls to the cistern. At the four corners of the cistern are four
large glass bottles, each containing about twenty quarts of wine,
one white, another red. From one to the other of these, smaller
bottles are ranged of the same material and form, that is, round
with a long neck, holding about four or five quarts, white and red
alternately. Round the cellar are several rows of niches in the
wall, and in each nich is a bottle also of red and white
alternately.—Some niches are made to hold two. Some windows give
light to the apartment, and all these bottles so well ranged with
their various colours have a very fine effect to the eye. They are
always kept full, the wine preserving better, and therefore are
replenished as fast as they are emptied. <bibl>Tavernier.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
filled the aperture,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3260">Rosy as rising morn, or softer gleam</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3261">Of saffron, like the sunny evening mist:</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3262">Thro' every hue, and streaked by all</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3263">The flowing fountain played.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3264">Around the water-edge</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3265">Vessels of wine, alternate placed,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3266">Ruby and amber, tinged its little waves.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3267">From golden goblets there
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_124">
<p> The Cuptzi, or King of Persia's merchant, treated us with a
collation, which was served in, in plate vermilion-gilt. </p>
<p> The Persians having left us, the Ambassadors sent to the Chief
Weywode a present, which was a large drinking cup, vermilion-gilt.
<bibl>Ambassador's Travels.</bibl>
</p>
<p> At <placeName>Ispahan</placeName> the King's horses were watered
with silver pails thus coloured. </p>
<p> The Turks and Persians seem wonderfully fond of gilding, we read
of their gilt stirrups, gilt bridles, gilt maces, gilt scymetars,
&c. &c.</p>
</note>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3268">The guests sate quaffing the delicious juice</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3269">Of Shiraz' golden grape.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B6_lg381">
<l rend="i2" n="3270">But Thalaba took not the draught</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3271">For rightly he knew had the Prophet forbidden</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3272">That beverage the mother
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_125">
<p> Mohammedes vinum appellabat <hi rend="italic">Matrem
peccatorum</hi>; cui sententiæ Hafez, Anacreon ille Persarum,
minime ascribit suam; dicit autem </p>
<q>
<lg xml:lang="la">
<l rend="i0">"Acre illud (vinum) quod vir religiosus <hi rend="italic">matrem peccatorum</hi> vocitat,</l>
<l rend="i0">Optabilius nobis ac dulcius videtur, quam virginis
suavium."</l>
</lg>
<bibl> Poeseos Asiat. Com. </bibl>
</q>
<q>
<lg xml:lang="la">
<l rend="i0">Illide ignem illum nobis liquidum,</l>
<l rend="i0">Hoc est, ignem illum aquæ similem affer.</l>
</lg>
<bibl>
<author>Hafez</author>. </bibl>
</q>
</note>
of sins.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3277">Nor did the urgent guests</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3278">Proffer a second time the liquid fire</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3279">For in the youth's strong eye they saw</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3280">No moveable resolve.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3281">Yet not uncourteous, Thalaba</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3282">Drank the cool draught of innocence,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3283">That fragrant from its dewy
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_126">
<p> They export from <placeName>Com</placeName> earthen ware both
white and varnished, and this is peculiar to the white ware which
is thence transported, that in the summer it cools the water
wonderfully and very suddenly, by reason of continual
transpiration. So that they who desire to drink cool and
deliciously, never drink in the same pot above five or six days at
most. They wash it with rose water the first time, to take away the
ill smell of the earth, and they hang it in the air full of water,
wrapped up in a moist linen cloth. A fourth part of the water
transpires in six hours the first time; after that still less from
day to day, till at last the pores are closed up by the thick
matter contained in the water which stops in the pores. But so soon
as the pores are stopt, the water stinks in the pots, and you must
take new ones. <bibl>Chardin.</bibl>
</p>
<p> In <placeName>Egypt</placeName> people of fortune burn <hi rend="italic">Scio mastic</hi> in their cups, the penetrating
odour of which pervades the porous substance, which remains
impregnated with it a long time, and imparts to the water a perfume
which requires the aid of habit to render it pleasing.
<bibl>Sonnini.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
vase</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3284">Came purer than it left its native bed.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3285">And he partook the odorous fruits,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3286">For all rich fruits were there.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3287">Water-melons rough of rind,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3288">Whose pulp the thirsty lip</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3289">Dissolved into a draught:</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3290">Pistachios from the heavy-clustered trees</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3291">Of <placeName>Malavert</placeName>, or
<placeName>Haleb</placeName>'s fertile soil,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3292">And <placeName>Casbin</placeName>'s
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_127">
<p>
<placeName>Casbin</placeName> produces the fairest grape in
<placeName>Persia</placeName>, which they call <hi rend="italic">Shahoni</hi>, or the royal grape, being of a gold colour,
transparent, and as big as a small olive. These grapes are dried
and transported all over the kingdom. They also make the strongest
wine in <placeName ref="the_world">the world</placeName> and the
most luscious, but very thick as all strong and sweet wines usually
are. This incomparable Grape grows only upon the young branches,
which they never water. So that for five months together they grow
in the heat of summer and under a scorching sun, without receiving
a drop of water, either from the sky or otherwise. When the vintage
is over, they let in their cattle to browze in the vineyards,
afterwards they cut off all the great wood, and leave only the
young stocks about three foot high, which need no propping up with
poles as in other places, and therefore they never make use of any
such supporters. <bibl>Chardin.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
luscious grapes of amber hue,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3293">That many a week endure</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3294">The summer sun intense,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3295">Till by its powerful fire</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3296">All watery particles exhaled, alone</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3297">The strong essential sweetness ripens there.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3298">Here cased in ice, the
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_128">
<p> Dr. Fryer received a present from the Caun of Bunder-Abassæ of
Apples candied in snow. </p>
<p> When Tavernier made his first visit to the Kan at Erivan, he found
him with several of his Officers regaling in the <hi rend="italic">Chambers of the Bridge</hi>. They had wine which they cooled
with ice, and all kinds of fruit and melons in large plates, under
each of which was a plate of ice. </p>
<p> A great number of camels were laden with snow to cool the liquors
and fruit of the Caliph Mahadi, when he made the pilgrimage to
<placeName>Mecca</placeName>.</p>
</note>
apricot,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3299">A topaz, crystal-set:</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3300">Here on a plate of snow</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3301">The sunny orange rests,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3302">And still the aloes and the sandal-wood</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3303">From golden censers o'er the banquet room</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3304">Diffuse their dying sweets.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B6_lg384">
<l rend="i0" n="3305">Anon a troop of females formed the dance</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3306">Their ancles bound with
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_129">
<p> Of the Indian dancing women who danced before the Ambassadors at
<placeName>Ispahan</placeName>, "some were shod after a very
strange manner, they had above the instep of the foot a string
tied, with little bells fastened thereto, whereby they discovered
the exactness of their cadence, and sometimes corrected the music
itself; as they did also by the Tzarpanes or Castagnets, which they
had in their hands, in the managing whereof they were very expert." </p>
<p> At <placeName>Koojar</placeName>
<persName>Mungo Park</persName> saw a dance "in which many
performers assisted, all of whom were provided with little bells,
which were fastened to their legs and arms."</p>
</note>
bracelet-bells</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3307">That made the modulating harmony.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3308">Transparent
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_130">
<p> At <placeName>Seronge</placeName> a sort of cloth is made so fine,
that the skin may be seen thro' it, as tho' it were naked.
Merchants are not permitted to export this, the Governor sending
all that is made to the Seraglio of the Great Mogul and the chief
Lords of his court. C'est de quoy les Sultanes & les femmes des
Grands Seigneurs, se font des chemises, & des robes pour la
chaleur, & le Roy & les Grands se plaisent a les voir au
travers de ces chemises fines, & a les faire danser.
<bibl>Tavernier.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
garments to the greedy eye</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3309">Gave all their harlot limbs,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3310">That writhed, in each immodest gesture skilled.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B6_lg385">
<l rend="i2" n="3311">With earnest eyes the banqueters</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3312">Fed on the sight impure;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3313">And Thalaba, he gazed,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3314">But in his heart he bore a talisman</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3315">Whose blessed Alchemy</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3316">To virtuous thoughts refined</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3317">The loose suggestions of the scene impure.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3318">Oneiza's image swam before his sight,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3319">His own Arabian Maid.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3320">He rose, and from the banquet room he rushed,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3321">And tears ran down his burning cheek,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3322">And nature for a moment woke the thought</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3323">And murmured, that from all domestic joys</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3324">Estranged, he wandered o'er <placeName ref="the_world">the world</placeName>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3325">A lonely being, far from all he loved.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3326">Son of Hodeirah, not among thy crimes</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3327">That murmur shall be written!</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B6_lg386">
<l rend="i4" n="3328">From tents of revelry,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3329">From festal bowers, to solitude he ran,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3330">And now he reached where all the rills</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3331">Of that well-watered garden in one tide</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3332">Rolled their collected waves.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3333">A straight and stately bridge</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3334">Stretched its long arches o'er the ample stream.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3335">Strong in the evening and distinct its shade</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3336">Lay on the watry mirror, and his eye</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3337">Saw it united with its parent pile</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3338">One huge fantastic fabric. Drawing near,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3339">Loud from the chambers
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_131">
<p> I came to a Village called <placeName ref="Cupri-Kent">Cupri-Kent,
or the Village of the bridge</placeName>, because there is a
very fair bridge that stands not far from it, built upon a river
called <placeName ref="Tabadi_river">Tabadi</placeName>. This
bridge is placed between two mountains separated only by the river,
and supported by four arches, unequal both in their height and
breadth. They are built after an irregular form, in regard of two
great heaps of a rock that stand in the river, upon which they laid
so many arches. Those at the two ends are hollowed on both sides
and serve to lodge passengers, wherein they have made to that
purpose little chambers and porticos, with every one a chimney. The
Arch in the middle of the river is hollowed quite thro' from one
part to the other with two chambers at the ends, and two large
balconies covered, where they take the cool air in the summer with
great delight, and to which there is a descent of two pair of
stairs hewn out of the rock, there is not a fairer bridge in all
<placeName>Georgia</placeName>. <bibl>Chardin.</bibl>
</p>
<p> Over <placeName ref="Isperuth_river">the river
Isperuth</placeName> "there is a very fair bridge, built on six
arches, each whereof hath a spacious room, a kitchen and several
other conveniences, lying even with water, the going down into it
is by a stone pair of stairs, so that this bridge is able to find
entertainment for a whole caravanne." <bibl>Amb. Tr.</bibl>
</p>
<p> The most magnificent of these bridges is the Bridge of Zulpha at
<placeName>Ispahan</placeName>.</p>
</note>
of the bridge below,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3340">Sounds of carousal came and song,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3341">And unveiled women bade the advancing youth</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3342">Come merry-make with them.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3343">Unhearing or unheeding, Thalaba</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3344">Past o'er with hurried pace,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3345">And plunged amid the forest solitude.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3346">
<rs type="place" ref="desert">Deserts</rs> of <placeName ref="Arabia">Araby</placeName>!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3347">His soul returned to you.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3348">He cast himself upon the earth</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3349">And closed his eyes, and called</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3350">The voluntary vision up.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3351">A cry as of distress</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3352">Aroused him; loud it came, and near!</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3353">He started up, he strung his bow,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3354">He plucked the arrow forth.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3355">Again a shriek ... a woman's shriek!</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3356">And lo! she rushes thro' the trees,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3357">Her veil all rent, her garments torn!</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3358">He follows close, the ravisher....</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3359">Even on the unechoing grass</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3360">She hears his tread, so close!</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3361">"Prophet save me! save me God!</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3362">"Help! help!" she cried to Thalaba,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3363">Thalaba drew the bow.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3364">The unerring arrow did its work of death.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3365">He turned him to the woman, and beheld</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3366">His own <persName>Oneiza</persName>, his Arabian
Maid.</l>
</lg>
</div>
<div type="book" xml:id="Book_7">
<head>THE SEVENTH BOOK.</head>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg387">
<l rend="i4" n="3367">From fear, amazement, joy,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3368">At length the Arabian Maid recovering speech,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3369">Threw around Thalaba her arms and cried,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3370">"My father! O my father!" Thalaba</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3371">In wonder lost, yet fearful to enquire,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3372">Bent down his cheek on hers,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3373">And their tears mingled as they fell.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg388">
<l rend="i8" n="3374">ONEIZA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg389">
<l rend="i0" n="3375">At night they seized me, Thalaba! in my sleep,...</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3376">Thou wert not near,... and yet when in their grasp</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3377">I woke, my shriek of terror called on thee.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3378">My father could not save me,... an old man!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3379">And they were strong and many,... O my God,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3380">The hearts they must have had to hear his prayers,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3381">And yet to leave him childless!</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg390">
<l rend="i8" n="3382">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg391">
<l rend="i12" n="3383">We will seek him.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3384">We will return to <placeName ref="Arabia">Araby</placeName>.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg392">
<l rend="i8" n="3385">ONEIZA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg393">
<l rend="i10" n="3386">Alas!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3387">We should not find him, Thalaba! our tent</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3388">Is desolate, the wind hath heaped the sands</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3389">Within its door, the lizard's
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_132">
<p> The dust which overspreads these beds of sand is so fine, that the
lightest animal, the smallest insect, leaves there as on snow, the
vestiges of its track. The varieties of these impressions produce a
pleasing effect, in spots where the saddened soul expects to meet
with nothing but symptoms of the proscriptions of nature. <hi rend="italic">It is impossible to see any thing more
beautiful</hi> than the traces of the passage of a species of
very small lizards extremely common in these desarts. The extremity
of their tail forms regular sinuosities, in the middle of two rows
of delineations, also regularly imprinted by their four feet, with
their five slender toes. These traces are multiplied and interwoven
near the subterranean retreats of these little animals, and present
a singular assemblage which is <hi rend="italic">not void of
beauty</hi>. <bibl>Sonnini.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
track is left</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3390">Fresh on the untrodden dust; prowling by night</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3391">The tyger, as he passes hears no breath</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3392">Of man, and turns to search its solitude.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3393">Alas! he strays a wretched wanderer</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3394">Seeking his child! old man, he will not rest,...</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3395">He cannot rest, his sleep is misery,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3396">His dreams are of my wretchedness, my wrongs....</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3397">O Thalaba! this is a wicked place!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3398">Let us be gone!</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg394">
<l rend="i8" n="3399">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg395">
<l rend="i6" n="3400">But how to pass again</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3401">The iron doors that opening at a breath</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3402">Gave easy entrance? armies in their strength,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3403">Would fail to move those hinges for return!</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg396">
<l rend="i8" n="3404">ONEIZA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg397">
<l rend="i0" n="3405">But we can climb the mountains that shut in</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3406">This dreadful garden.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg398">
<l rend="i8" n="3407">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg399">
<l rend="i8" n="3408">Are Oneiza's limbs</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3409">Equal to that long toil?</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg400">
<l rend="i8" n="3410">ONEIZA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg401">
<l rend="i8" n="3411"> Oh I am strong</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3412">Dear Thalaba! for this ... fear gives me force,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3413">And you are with me!</l>
<l rend="i8" n="3414">So she took his hand,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3415">And gently drew him forward, and they went</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3416">Towards <rs type="place" ref="Tartarian_Mts">the mountain
chain</rs>.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3417">It was broad moonlight, and obscure or lost</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3418">The garden beauties lay,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3419">But the great boundary rose, distinctly marked.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3420">These were no little hills,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3421">No sloping uplands lifting to the sun</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3422">Their vine-yards, with fresh verdure, and the shade</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3423">Of ancient woods, courting the loiterer</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3424">To win the easy ascent: <rs type="place" ref="Tartarian_Mts">stone mountains these</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3425">Desolate rock on rock,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3426">The burthens of <placeName ref="Earth_planet">the
earth</placeName>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3427">Whose snowy summits met the morning beam</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3428">When night was in the vale, whose feet were fixed</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3429">In <placeName ref="the_world">the world</placeName>'s
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_133">
<p> These lines are feebly adapted from a passage in <bibl>Burnet's
Theory of <placeName ref="Earth_planet">the
Earth</placeName>
</bibl>. </p>
<p> Hæc autem dicta vellem de genuinis & majoribus terræ montibus;
non gratos <hi rend="italic">Bacchi</hi> colles hîc intelligimus,
aut amœnos illos monticulos, qui viridi herbâ & vicino fonte
& arboribus, vim æstivi solis repellunt: hisce non deest sua
qualiscunque elegantia, & jucunditas. Sed longe aliud hic
respicimus, nempe longæva illa, tristia & squalentia corpora,
telluris pondera, quæ duro capiti rigent inter nubes, infixisque in
terram saxeis pedibus, ab innumeris seculis steterunt immobilia,
atque nudo pectore pertulerunt tot annorum ardentes soles, fulmina
& procellas. Hi sunt primævi & immortales illi montes, qui
non aliunde, quam ex fractâ mundi compage ortum suum ducere
potuerunt, nec nisi cum eâdem perituri sunt. </p>
<p> The whole chapter <hi rend="italic">de montibus</hi> is written
with the eloquence of a Poet. Indeed Gibbon bestowed no exaggerated
praise on Burnet in saying that he had "blended scripture, history,
and tradition into one magnificent system, with a sublimity of
imagination scarcely inferior to Milton himself." This work should
be read in Latin, the Author's own translation is miserably
inferior. He lived in the worst age of English prose.</p>
</note>
foundations. Thalaba surveyed</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3430">The heights precipitous,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3431">Impending crags, rocks unascendible,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3432">And summits that had tired the eagle's wing;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3433">"There is no way!" he cried.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3434">Paler Oneiza grew</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3435">And hung upon his arm a feebler weight.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg402">
<l rend="i4" n="3436">But soon again to hope</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3437">Revives the Arabian maid,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3438">As Thalaba imparts the sudden thought.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3439">"I past <rs type="place" ref="river">a river</rs>," cried
the youth</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3440">"A full and copious stream.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3441">"The flowing waters cannot be restrained</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3442">"And where they find or force their way,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3443">"There we perchance may follow, thitherward</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3444">"The current rolled along."</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3445">So saying yet again in hope</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3446">Quickening their eager steps</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3447">They turned them thitherward.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg403">
<l rend="i0" n="3448">Silent and calm <rs type="place" ref="river">the
river</rs> rolled along,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3449">And at the verge arrived</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3450">Of that fair garden, o'er a rocky bed</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3451">Towards the mountain base,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3452">Still full and silent, held its even way,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3453">But the deep sound, the dash</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3454">Louder and louder in the distance rose,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3455">As if it forced its stream</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3456">Struggling with crags along a narrow pass.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3457">And lo! where raving o'er a hollow course</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3458">The ever-flowing tide</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3459">Foams in a thousand whirlpools! there adown</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3460">The perforated rock</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3461">Plunge the whole waters, so precipitous,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3462">So fathomless a fall</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3463">That their earth-shaking roar came deadened up</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3464">Like subterranean thunders.</l>
<l rend="i10" n="3465"> "Allah save us!"</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3466">Oneiza cried, "there is no path for man</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3467">"From this accursed place!"</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3468">And as she spake her joints</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3469">Were loosened, and her knees sunk under her.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3470">"Cheer up, Oneiza!" Thalaba replied,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3471">"Be of good heart. We cannot fly</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3472">"The dangers of the place,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3473">"But we can conquer them!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg404">
<l rend="i4" n="3474">And the young Arab's soul</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3475">Arose within him; "what is he," he cried,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3476">"Who has prepared this garden of delight,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3477">"And wherefore are its snares?"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg405">
<l rend="i4" n="3478">The Arabian Maid replied,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3479">"The Women when I entered, welcomed me</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3480">"To <rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Paradise-Aloadin">Paradise</rs>, by Aloadin's will</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3481">"Chosen like themselves, a Houri of <placeName ref="Earth_planet">the Earth</placeName>.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3482">"They told me, credulous of his blasphemies,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3483">"That Aloadin placed them to reward</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3484">"His faithful servants with the joys of <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Heaven</rs>.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3485">"O Thalaba, and all are ready here</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3486">"To wreak his wicked will, and work all crimes!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3487">"How then shall we escape?"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg406">
<l rend="i0" n="3488">"Woe to him!" cried the Appointed, a stern smile</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3489">Darkening with stronger shades his countenance,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3490">"Woe to him! he hath laid his toils</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3491">"To take the Antelope,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3492">"The Lion is come in!"</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3493">She shook her head, "a Sorcerer he</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3494">"And guarded by so many! Thalaba,...</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3495">"And thou but one!"</l>
<l rend="i8" n="3496">He raised his hand to Heaven,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3497">"Is there not God, Oneiza?</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3498">"I have a Talisman, that, whoso bears,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3499">"Him, nor the Earthly, nor the Infernal Powers</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3500">"Of Evil can cast down.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3501">"Remember Destiny</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3502">"Hath marked me from mankind!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3503">"Now rest in faith, and I will guard thy sleep!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg407">
<l rend="i4" n="3504">So <rs type="place" ref="river">on a violet bank</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3505">The Arabian Maid lay down,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3506">Her soft cheek pillowed upon moss and flowers.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3507">She lay in silent prayer,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3508">Till prayer had tranquillized her fears,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3509">And sleep fell on her. By her side</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3510">Silent sate Thalaba,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3511">And gazed upon the Maid,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3512">And as he gazed, drew in</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3513">New courage and intenser faith,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3514">And waited calmly for the eventful day.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg408">
<l rend="i2" n="3515">Loud sung the Lark, the awakened Maid</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3516">Beheld him twinkling in the morning light,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3517">And wished for wings and liberty like his.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3518">The flush of fear inflamed her cheek,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3519">But Thalaba was calm of soul,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3520">Collected for the work.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3521">He pondered in his mind</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3522">How from <persName>Lobaba</persName>'s breast</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3523">His blunted arrow fell.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3524">Aloadin too might wear</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3525">Spell perchance of equal power</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3526">To blunt the weapon's edge!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3527">Beside <rs type="place" ref="river">the
river-brink</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3528">Rose a young poplar, whose unsteady leaves</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3529">Varying their verdure to the gale,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3530">With silver glitter caught</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3531">His meditating eye.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3532">Then to Oneiza turned the youth</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3533">And gave his father's bow,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3534">And o'er her shoulders slung</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3535">The quiver arrow-stored.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3536">"Me other weapon suits;" said he,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3537">"Bear thou the Bow: dear Maid!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3538">"The days return upon me, when these shafts,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3539">"True to thy guidance, from the lofty palm</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3540">"Brought down the cluster, and thy gladdened eye</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3541">"Exulting turned to seek the voice of praise.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3542">"Oh! yet again <persName>Oneiza</persName>, we shall
share</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3543">"Our <rs type="place" ref="desert">desert</rs> joys!"</l>
<l rend="i6" n="3544"> So saying to the bank</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3545">He moved, and stooping low,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3546">With double grasp, hand below hand, he clenched</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3547">And from its watry soil</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3548">Uptore the poplar trunk.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3549">Then off he shook the clotted earth,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3550">And broke away the head</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3551">And boughs and lesser roots,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3552">And lifting it aloft</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3553">Wielded with able sway the massy club.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3554">"Now for this child of <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Hell</rs>!" quoth Thalaba,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3555">"Belike he shall exchange to day</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3556">"<rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Paradise-Aloadin">His dainty Paradise</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3557">"For other dwelling, and the fruit</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3558">"Of Zaccoum,
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_134">
<p> The Zaccoum is a tree which issueth from the bottom of <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Hell</rs>: the fruit thereof
resembleth the heads of Devils; and the damned shall eat of the
same, and shall fill their bellies therewith; and there shall be
given them thereon a mixture of boiling water to drink; afterwards
shall they return to Hell. <bibl>Koran. Chap. 37.</bibl>
</p>
<p> This hellish Zaccoum has its name from a thorny tree in Tehâma,
which bears fruit like an almond, but extremely bitter; therefore
the same name is given to the infernal tree. <bibl>Sale.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
cursed tree."</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg409">
<l rend="i2" n="3559">With that the youth and Arab maid</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3560">Towards <rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Paradise-Aloadin">the garden centre</rs> past.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3561">It chanced that Aloadin had convoked</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3562">The garden-habitants,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3563">And with the assembled throng</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3564">Oneiza mingled, and the appointed youth.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3565">Unmarked they mingled, or if one</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3566">With busier finger to his neighbour notes</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3567">The quivered Maid, "haply," he says,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3568">"Some daughter of the
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_135">
<p> When the sister of the famous Derar was made prisoner before
<placeName>Damascus</placeName> with many other Arabian women,
she excited them to mutiny, they seized the poles of the tents and
attacked their captors. This bold resolution, says Marigny, was not
inspired by impotent anger. Most of these women had military
inclinations already; particularly those who were of the tribe of
Hemiar or of the Homerites, where they are early exercised in
riding the horse, and in using the bow, the lance, and the javelin.
The revolt was successful, for during the engagement Derar came up
to their assistance. <bibl>Marigny.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
Homerites,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3569">"Or one who yet remembers with delight</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3570">"Her native tents of <placeName>Himiar</placeName>!"
"Nay!" rejoins</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3571">His comrade, "a love-pageant! for the man</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3572">"Mimics with that fierce eye and knotty club</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3573">"Some savage lion-tamer, she forsooth</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3574">"Must play the heroine of the years of old!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg410">
<l rend="i0" n="3575">Radiant with gems upon <rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Paradise-Aloadin">his throne of gold</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3576">Aloadin sate.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3577">O'er the Sorcerer's head</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3578">Hovered a Bird, and in the fragrant air</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3579">Waved his winnowing wings,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3580">A living canopy.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3581">Large as the plumeless Cassowar</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3582">Was that o'ershadowing Bird;</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3583">So huge his talons, in their grasp</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3584">The Eagle would have hung a helpless prey.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3585">His beak was iron, and his plumes</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3586">Glittered like burnished gold,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3587">And his eyes glowed, as tho' an inward fire</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3588">Shone thro' a diamond orb.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg411">
<l rend="i4" n="3589">The blinded multitude</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3590">Adored the Sorcerer,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3591">And bent the knee before him,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3592">And shouted out his praise,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3593">"Mighty art thou, the Bestower of joy,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3594">"The Lord of <rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Paradise-Aloadin">Paradise</rs>!"</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3595">Aloadin waved his hand,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3596">In idolizing reverence</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3597">Moveless they stood and mute.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3598">"Children of <placeName ref="Earth_planet">Earth</placeName>," he cried,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3599">"Whom I have guided here</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3600">"By easier passage than <rs type="metaplace" subtype="passage">the gate of Death</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3601">"The infidel Sultan to whose <rs type="place" ref="Sultanate">lands</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3602">"My <rs type="place" ref="Tartarian_Mts">mountains</rs> reach
their roots,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3603">"Blasphemes and threatens me.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3604">"Strong are his armies, many are his guards,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3605">"Yet may a dagger find him.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3606">"Children of Earth, I tempt you not</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3607">"With the vain promise of a bliss unseen,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3608">"With tales of a hereafter Heaven</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3609">"Whence never Traveller hath returned!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3610">"Have ye not tasted of the cup of joy,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3611">"That in <rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Paradise-Aloadin">these groves of happiness</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3612">"For ever over-mantling tempts</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3613">"The ever-thirsty lip?</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3614">"Who is there here that by a deed</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3615">"Of danger will deserve</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3616">"The eternal joys of actual <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Paradise</rs>?</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg412">
<l rend="i4" n="3617">"I!" Thalaba exclaimed,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3618">And springing forward, on the Sorcerer's head</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3619">He dashed the knotty club.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg413">
<l rend="i4" n="3620">He fell not, tho' the force</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3621">Shattered his skull; nor flowed the blood.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3622">For by some hellish talisman</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3623">His life imprisoned still</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3624">Dwelt in the body. The astonished crowd</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3625">Stand motionless with fear, and wait</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3626">Immediate vengeance from the wrath of Heaven.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3627">And lo! the Bird ... the monster Bird</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3628">Soars up ... then pounces down</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3629">To seize on Thalaba!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3630">Now Oneiza, bend the bow,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3631">Now draw the arrow home!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3632">It fled, the arrow from Oneiza's hand,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3633">It pierced the monster Bird,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3634">It broke the Talisman.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3635">Then darkness covered all,...</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3636">
<placeName ref="Earth_planet">Earth</placeName> shook,
<rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Heaven</rs> thundered, and amid the
yells</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3637">Of Spirits accursed, destroyed</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3638">The <rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Paradise-Aloadin">Paradise</rs>
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_136">
<p> In the N. E. parts of <placeName>Persia</placeName> there was <rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">an old man named
<persName>Aloadin</persName>, a Mahumetan, which had inclosed
<geogFeat>a goodly vally, situate between two
hilles</geogFeat>, and furnished it with all variety which
<name type="myth">Nature</name> and <name type="myth">Art</name> could yield, as fruits, pictures, rilles of milk,
wine, honey, water, pallaces, and beautifull damosells, richly
attired, and called it <rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Paradise-Aloadin">Paradise</rs>
</rs>. To this was no passage but by <rs type="building" subtype="fort">an impregnable castle</rs>, and daily preaching
the pleasures of this Paradise to the youth which he kept in his
court, sometimes would minister a sleepy drinke to some of them,
and then conveigh them thither, where being entertained with these
pleasures 4 or 5 days they supposed themselves rapt into Paradise,
and then being again cast into a trance by the said drink, he
caused them to be carried forth, and then would examine them of
what they had seene, and by this delusion would make them resolute
for any enterprize which he should appoint them, as to murther any
Prince his enemy, for they feared not death in hope of their <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Mahumetical Paradise</rs>. But
<persName>Haslor or Ulan</persName> after 3 years siege
destroyed him and this his fools Paradise. <bibl>
<author>Purchas</author>.</bibl>
</p>
<p> In another place <bibl>
<author>Purchas</author>
</bibl> tells the same tale, but calls the Impostor
<persName>Aladeules</persName>, and says that <persName>Selim
the Ottoman Emperor</persName>, destroyed his <rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Paradise-Aladeules">Paradise</rs>. </p>
<p> The story is told by so many writers and with such difference of
time and place, as wholly to invalidate its truth, even were the
circumstances more probable. </p>
<p>
<rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Paradise-Senex">Travelling on further towards the south, I arrived at a
certaine countrey called <placeName>Melistorte</placeName>,
which is a very pleasant and fertile place. <rs type="building" subtype="wall">And in this countrey there was a certeine aged
man called <persName ref="Senex">Senex de monte</persName>,
who round about <geogFeat>two mountaines</geogFeat> had built
a wall to inclose the sayd mountaines.</rs> Within this wall
there were the fairest and most chrystall fountaines <rs type="place" ref="the_world">in the whole world</rs>: and
about the sayd fountaines there were most beautiful virgins in
great number, and goodly horses also, and in a word every thing
that could be devised for bodily solace and delight, and
therefore the inhabitants of the countrey call the same place by
the name of Paradise.</rs>
</p>
<p>
<rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Paradise-Senex">The sayd
olde <persName>Senex</persName>, when he saw any proper and
valiant young man, he would admit him into his paradise.
Moreover by certaine conducts he makes wine and milke to flow
abundantly. This Senex, when he hath a minde to revenge
himselfe, or to slay any king or baron, commandeth him that is
governor of the sayd paradise, to bring thereunto some of the
acquaintance of the sayd king or baron, permitting him awhile to
take his pleasure therein, and then to give him a certeine
potion being of force to cast him into such a slumber as should
make him quite voide of all sense, and so being in a profound
sleepe to convey him out of his paradise: who being awaked, and
seeing himselfe thrust out of the paradise, would become so
sorrowfull, that he could not in the world devise what to do, or
whither to turne him. Then would he go unto the foresaide old
man, beseeching him that he might be admitted againe into his
paradise: who saith unto him, you cannot be admitted thither,
unlesse you will slay such or such a man for my sake, and if you
will give the attempt onely whether you kill him or no, I wil
place you againe in paradise, that there you may remaine
alwayes: then would the party without faile put the same in
execution, indevouring to murther all those against whom the
sayd olde man had conceived any hatred. And therefore all the
kings of the east stood in awe of the sayd olde man, and gave
unto him great tribute.</rs>
</p>
<p>
<rs type="imp" subtype="invade">And when <orgName>the
Tartars</orgName> had subdued a great part of <placeName ref="the_world">the world</placeName>, they came unto <rs type="person" ref="Senex">the sayd olde man</rs>, and tooke
from him the custody of his paradise: who being incensed
thereat, sent abroad divers desperate and resolute persons out
of his forenamed paradise, and caused many of the Tartarian
nobles to be slaine. The Tartars seeing this, went and besieged
the city wherein the sayd olde man was, tooke him, and put him
to a most cruell and ignominious death.</rs>
<bibl>Odoricus.</bibl>
</p>
<p> The most particular account is given by that undaunted liar
<persName>Sir John Maundevile</persName>. </p>
<p> "Beside the <placeName>Yle of Pentexoire</placeName>, that is the
<placeName>Lond of Prestre John</placeName>, is a gret Yle long
and brode, that men clepen Milsterak; and it is in the Lordschipe
of Prestre John. In that Yle is gret plentee of godes. There was
dwellinge somtyme a ryche man; and it is not long sithen, and men
clept him Gatholonabes; and he was full of cauteles and of sotylle
disceytes: and had a fulle fair Castelle and a strong, in a
mountayne, so strong and so noble that no man cowde devise a
fairere ne a strengere. And he had let muren all the mountayne
aboute with a strong walle and a fair. And with inne the walles he
had the fairest gardyn that ony man might behold; and therein were
trees beryinge all maner of frutes that ony man cowde devyse, and
therein were also alle maner vertuous herbes of gode smelle, and
alle other herbes also that beren faire floures, and he had also in
that gardyn many faire welles, and beside the welles he had lete
make faire halles and faire chambres, depeynted alle with gold and
azure. And there weren in that place many dyverse thinges, and many
dyverse stories: and of bestes and of bryddes that songen fulle
delectabely, and moveden be craft that it semede that thei weren
quyke. And he had also in his gardyn all maner of fowles and of
bestes, that ony man myghte thinke on, for to have pley or desport
to beholde hem. And he had also in that place, the faireste
Damyseles that myghte ben founde under the age of 15 Zere, and the
fairest zonge striplynges that men myghte gete of that same age:
and all thei weren clothed in clothes of Gold fully rychely, and he
seyde that tho weren Angeles. And he had also let make 3 welles
faire and noble and all envyround with ston of Jaspre, of
cristalle, dyapred with gold and sett with precious stones and
grete orient Perles. And he had made a conduyt under erthe, so that
the 3 Welles, at his list, on scholde renne milk, another wyn, and
another hony and that place he clept Paradys. And whan that ony
gode Knyght, that was hardy and noble, cam to see this Rialtee, he
would lede him into his Paradys, and schewen him theise wondirfulle
thinges to his desport, and the marveyllous and delicious song of
dyverse Bryddes, and the faire Damyseles and the faire welles of
mylk, wyn, and honey plentevous rennynge. And he woulde let make
dyverse instrumentes of musick to sownen in an high Tour, so merily
that it was joye for to here, and no man scholde see the craft
thereof: and tho, he sayde, weren Aungeles of God, and that place
was Paradys that<name type="divin">God</name>had behyghte to his
friendes, saying <hi rend="italic">Dabo vobis terram fluentem lacte
& melle</hi>. And thanne wolde he maken hem to drynken of
certeyn drynk, whereof anon thei sholden be dronken, and thanne
wolde hem thinken gretter delyt than thei hadden before. And then
wolde he seye to hem that zif thei wolde dyen for him and for his
love, that after hire dethe thei scholde come to his Paradys, and
their scholde ben of the age of the Damyseles, and thei scholde
pleyen with hem and zit ben Maydenes. And after that zit scholde he
putten hem in a fayrere Paradys, where that thei scholde see<name type="divin">God</name>of nature visibely in his Magestee and in
his blisse. And than wolde he schewe hem his entent and seye hem,
that zif thei wolde go sle such a Lord, or such a man, that was his
Enemye or contrarious to his list, that thei scholde not drede to
don it, and for to be sleyn therefore hemself: for aftir hire dethe
he wolde putten hem into another Paradys, that was an 100 fold
fairere than ony of the tothere: and there scholde thei dwellen
with the most fairest Damyseles that myghte be, and pley with hem
ever more. And thus wenten many dyverse lusty Bacheleres for to sle
grete Lords, in dyverse Countrees, that weren his enemyes, and
maden hemself to ben slayn in hope to have that Paradys. And thus
often tyme he was revenged of his enemyes by his sotylle disceytes
and false cauteles. And whan the worthe men of the Contree hadden
perceyved this sotylle falshod of this Gatholonabes, thei assembled
hem with force, and assayleden his Castelle, and slowen him, and
destroyden all the faire places, and alle the nobletees of that
Paradys. The place of the welles and of the walles and of many
other thinges bene zit apertly sene, but the richesse is voyded
clene, and it is not long gon sithen that place was destroyed."
<bibl>Sir John Maundeville.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
of Sin.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg414">
<l rend="i4" n="3639">At last the earth was still;</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3640">The yelling of the Demons ceased;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3641">Opening the wreck and ruin to their sight</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3642">The darkness rolled away. Alone in life</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3643">Amid the desolation and the dead</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3644">Stood the Destroyer and the Arabian Maid.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3645">They looked around, the rocks were rent,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3646">The path was open, late by magic closed.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3647">Awe-struck and silent down the stony glen</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3648">They wound their thoughtful way.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg415">
<l rend="i4" n="3649">Amid the vale below</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3650">Tents rose, and streamers played</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3651">And javelins sparkled in the sun,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3652">And multitudes encamped</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3653">Swarmed, far as eye could follow, o'er the plain.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3654">There in his war pavilion sate</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3655">In council with his Chiefs</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3656">The Sultan of <placeName ref="Sultanate">the
Land</placeName>.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3657">Before his presence there a Captain led</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3658">Oneiza and the appointed Youth.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg416">
<l rend="i0" n="3659">"Obedient to our Lord's command," said he,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3660">"We past towards <rs type="place" ref="Tartarian_Mts">the
mountains</rs>, and began</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3661">"The ascending strait; when suddenly <placeName ref="Earth_planet">Earth</placeName> shook,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3662">"And darkness like the midnight fell around,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3663">"And fire and thunder came from Heaven</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3664">"As tho' the Retribution day were come.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3665">"After the terror ceased, and when with hearts</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3666">"Somewhat assured, again we ventured on,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3667">"This youth and woman met us on the way.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3668">"They told us that from <rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Paradise-Aloadin">Aloadin's haunt</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3669">"They came on whom the judgement-stroke has fallen;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3670">"He and his sinful <rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Paradise-Aloadin">Paradise</rs> at once</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3671">"Destroyed by them, the agents they of <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Heaven</rs>.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3672">"Therefore I brought them hither, to repeat</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3673">"The tale before thy presence; that as search</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3674">"Shall prove it false or faithful, to their merit</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3675">"Thou mayest reward them."</l>
<l rend="i11" n="3676">"Be it done to us,"</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3677">Thalaba answered, "as the truth shall prove!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg417">
<l rend="i4" n="3678">The Sultan while he spake</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3679">"Fixed on him the proud eye of sovereignty;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3680">"If thou hast played with us,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3681">"By <name type="divin">Allah</name> and by Ali, Death
shall seal</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3682">"The lying lips for ever! if the thing</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3683">"Be as thou sayest it, Arab, thou shalt stand</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3684">"Next to ourself!"...</l>
<l rend="i10" n="3685">And hark! the cry</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3686">The lengthening cry, the increasing shout</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3687">Of joyful multitudes!</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg418">
<l rend="i2" n="3688">Breathless and panting to the tent</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3689">The bearer of good tidings comes,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3690">"O Sultan, live for ever! be thy foes</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3691">"Like Aloadin all!</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3692">"The wrath of<name type="divin">God</name>hath smitten
him."</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg419">
<l rend="i4" n="3693">Joy at the welcome tale</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3694">Shone in the Sultan's cheek</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3695">"Array the Arab in the robe</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3696">"Of honour," he exclaimed,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3697">"And place a chain of gold around his neck,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3698">"And bind around his brow the diadem,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3699">"And mount him on my steed of state,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3700">"And lead him thro' the camp,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3701">"And let the Heralds go before and cry</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3702">"Thus shall the Sultan reward</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3703">"The man
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_137">
<p> Let the royal apparel be brought which the King useth to wear, and
the horse that the King rideth upon, and the crown royal which is
set upon his head: </p>
<p> And let this apparel and horse be delivered to the hand of one of
the King's most noble princes, that they may array the man withal
whom the King delighteth to honour, and bring him on horseback
thro' the street of the city, and proclaim before him, Thus shall
it be done to the man whom the King delighteth to honour.
<bibl>Esther.</bibl> VI. 8. 9. </p>
</note>
who serves him well!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg420">
<l rend="i4" n="3704">Then in the purple robe</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3705">They vested Thalaba.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3706">And hung around his neck the golden chain,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3707">And bound his forehead with the diadem,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3708">And on the royal steed</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3709">They led him thro' the camp,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3710">And Heralds went before and cried</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3711">"Thus shall the Sultan reward</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3712">"The man who serves him well!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg421">
<l rend="i2" n="3713">When from the pomp of triumph</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3714">And presence of the King</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3715">Thalaba sought the tent allotted him,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3716">Thoughtful the Arabian Maid beheld</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3717">His animated eye,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3718">His cheek inflamed with pride.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3719">"Oneiza!" cried the youth,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3720">"The King hath done according to his word,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3721">"And made me in <rs type="place" ref="Sultanate">the
land</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3722">"Next to himself be named!...</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3723">"But why that serious melancholy smile?</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3724">"Oneiza when I heard the voice that gave me</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3725">"Honour, and wealth, and fame, the instant thought</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3726">"Arose to fill my joy, that thou wouldest hear</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3727">"The tidings, and be happy."</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg422">
<l rend="i8" n="3728">ONEIZA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg423">
<l rend="i11" n="3729">Thalaba</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3730">Thou wouldest not have me mirthful! am I not</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3731">An orphan,... among strangers?</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg424">
<l rend="i8" n="3732">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg425">
<l rend="i12" n="3733">But with me.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg426">
<l rend="i8" n="3734">ONEIZA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg427">
<l rend="i0" n="3735">My Father,...</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg428">
<l rend="i8" n="3736">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg429">
<l rend="i6" n="3737">Nay be comforted! last night</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3738">To what wert thou exposed! in what a peril</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3739">The morning found us! safety, honour, wealth</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3740">These now are ours. This instant who thou wert</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3741">The Sultan asked. I told him from our childhood</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3742">We had been plighted;... was I wrong Oneiza?</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3743">And when he said with bounties he would heap</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3744">Our nuptials,... wilt thou blame me if I blest</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3745">His will, that bade me fix the marriage day!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3746">In tears Oneiza?...</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg430">
<l rend="i8" n="3747">ONEIZA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg431">
<l rend="i4" n="3748">Remember Destiny</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3749">Hath marked thee from mankind!</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg432">
<l rend="i8" n="3750">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg433">
<l rend="i0" n="3751">Perhaps when Aloadin was destroyed</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3752">The mission ceased, else would wise Providence</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3753">With its rewards and blessings strew my path</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3754">Thus for accomplished service?</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg434">
<l rend="i8" n="3755">ONEIZA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg435">
<l rend="i12" n="3756">Thalaba!</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg436">
<l rend="i8" n="3757">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg437">
<l rend="i0" n="3758">Or if haply not, yet whither should I go?</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3759">Is it not prudent to abide in peace</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3760">Till I am summoned?</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg438">
<l rend="i8" n="3761">ONEIZA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg439">
<l rend="i8" n="3762">Take me to <placeName ref="desert">the
Deserts</placeName>!</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg440">
<l rend="i8" n="3763">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg441">
<l rend="i0" n="3764">But Moath is not there; and wouldest thou dwell</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3765">In a Stranger's tent? thy father then might seek</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3766">In long and fruitless wandering for his child.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg442">
<l rend="i8" n="3767">ONEIZA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg443">
<l rend="i4" n="3768">Take me then to <placeName>Mecca</placeName>!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3769">There let me dwell a servant of the Temple.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3770">Bind thou thyself my veil,... to human eye</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3771">It never shall be lifted. There, whilst thou</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3772">Shalt go upon thine enterprize, my prayers,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3773">Dear Thalaba! shall rise to succour thee,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3774">And I shall live,... if not in happiness;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3775">Surely in hope.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg444">
<l rend="i8" n="3776">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg445">
<l rend="i6" n="3777">Oh think of better things!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3778">The will of <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Heaven</rs> is plain: by wonderous ways</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3779">It led us here, and soon the common voice</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3780">Shall tell what we have done, and how we dwell</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3781">
<rs type="place" ref="Sultanate">Under the shadow of the
Sultan's wing</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3782">So shall thy father hear the fame, and find us</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3783">What he hath wished us ever.... Still in tears!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3784">Still that unwilling eye! nay ... nay.... Oneiza....</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3785">Has then another since I left the tent....</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg446">
<l rend="i8" n="3786">ONEIZA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg447">
<l rend="i0" n="3787">Thalaba! Thalaba!</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg448">
<l rend="i2" n="3788">With song, with music, and with dance</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3789">The bridal pomp proceeds.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3790">Following on the veiled Bride</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3791">Fifty female slaves attend</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3792">In costly robes that gleam</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3793">With interwoven gold,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3794">And sparkle far with gems.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3795">An hundred slaves behind them bear</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3796">Vessels of silver and vessels of gold</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3797">And many a gorgeous garment gay</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3798">The presents that the Sultan gave.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3799">On either hand the pages go</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3800">With torches flaring thro' the gloom,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3801">And trump and timbrel merriment</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3802">Accompanies their way;</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3803">And multitudes with loud acclaim</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3804">Shout blessings on the Bride.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3805">And now they reach the palace pile,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3806">The palace home of Thalaba,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3807">And now the marriage feast is spread</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3808">And from the finished banquet now</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3809">The wedding guests are gone.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B7_lg449">
<l rend="i2" n="3810">Who comes from the bridal chamber?</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3811">It is Azrael, the Angel of Death.</l>
</lg>
</div>
<div type="book" xml:id="Book_8">
<head>THE EIGHTH BOOK.</head>
<lg xml:id="B8_lg450">
<l rend="i8" n="3812">
<rs type="person">WOMAN</rs>.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B8_lg451">
<l rend="i0" n="3813">Go not among the <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">Tombs</rs>, <rs type="person" ref="Moath">Old Man</rs>!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3814">There is <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">a madman</rs>
there.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B8_lg452">
<l rend="i8" n="3815">
<rs type="person" ref="Moath">OLD MAN</rs>.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B8_lg453">
<l rend="i0" n="3816">Will he harm me if I go?</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B8_lg454">
<l rend="i8" n="3817">
<rs type="person">WOMAN</rs>.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B8_lg455">
<l rend="i0" n="3818">Not he, <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">poor miserable
man</rs>!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3819">But 'tis a wretched sight to see</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3820">His utter wretchedness.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3821">For all day long he lies on <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">a grave</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3822">And never is he seen to weep,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3823">And never is he heard to groan.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3824">Nor ever at the hour of prayer</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3825">Bends his knee, nor moves his lips.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3826">I have taken him food for charity</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3827">And never a word he spake,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3828">But yet so ghastly he looked</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3829">That I have awakened at night</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3830">With the dream of his ghastly eyes.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3831">Now go not among <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">the Tombs</rs>, <rs type="person" ref="Moath">Old
Man</rs>!</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B8_lg456">
<l rend="i8" n="3832">
<rs type="person" ref="Moath">OLD MAN</rs>.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B8_lg457">
<l rend="i0" n="3833">Wherefore has the wrath of<name type="divin">God</name>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3834">So sorely stricken him?</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B8_lg458">
<l rend="i8" n="3835">
<rs type="person">WOMAN</rs>.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B8_lg459">
<l rend="i0" n="3836">He came <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">a Stranger</rs>
to the land,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3837">And did good service to <persName>the
Sultan</persName>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3838">And well his service was rewarded.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3839">
<persName>The Sultan</persName> named him next himself,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3840">
<rs type="building" subtype="palace">And gave a palace for his
dwelling</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3841">And dowered <rs type="person" ref="Oneiza">his bride</rs>
with rich domains.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3842">But <time>on his wedding night</time>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3843">There came the <name type="divin">Angel of
Death</name>.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3844">Since that hour <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">a man
distracted</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3845">Among <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">the sepulchres</rs> he wanders.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3846">
<persName>The Sultan</persName> when he heard the tale</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3847">Said that for some untold crime</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3848">
<name type="divin">Judgement</name> thus had stricken him,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3849">And asking <name type="divin">Heaven</name>
forgiveness</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3850">That he had shewn him favour,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3851">Abandoned him to want.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B8_lg460">
<l rend="i8" n="3852">
<rs type="person" ref="Moath">OLD MAN</rs>.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B8_lg461">
<l rend="i0" n="3853">
<rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">A Stranger</rs> did you say?</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B8_lg462">
<l rend="i8" n="3854">
<rs type="person">WOMAN</rs>.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B8_lg463">
<l rend="i0" n="3855">
<rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">An Arab born</rs>, like you.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3856">But go not among <placeName ref="Tombs">the
Tombs</placeName>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3857">For the sight of his wretchedness</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3858">Might make a hard heart ache!</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B8_lg464">
<l rend="i8" n="3859">
<rs type="person" ref="Moath">OLD MAN</rs>.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B8_lg465">
<l rend="i0" n="3860">Nay, nay, I never yet have shunned</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3861">A countryman in distress:</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3862">And the sound of <rs type="place" subtype="language">his
dear native tongue</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3863">
<rs type="place" subtype="language">May be like the voice of a friend.</rs>
</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B8_lg466">
<l rend="i2" n="3864">Then to <placeName ref="Tombs">the Sepulchre</placeName>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3865">The <rs type="person">Woman</rs> pointed out,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3866">Old <persName>Moath</persName> bent his way.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3867">
<rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">By the tomb</rs> lay
<persName>Thalaba</persName>,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3868">In the light of the setting eve.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3869">The sun, and the wind, and the rain</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3870">Had rusted his raven locks,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3871">His checks were fallen in,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3872">His face bones prominent,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3873">By the tomb he lay along</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3874">And his lean fingers played,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3875">Unwitting, with the grass that grew beside.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B8_lg467">
<l rend="i4" n="3876">
<rs type="person" ref="Moath">The Old man</rs> knew him not,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3877">And drawing near him cried</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3878">"<rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">Countryman</rs>, peace
be with thee!"</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3879">
<rs type="place" subtype="language">The sound of his dear native tongue</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3880">Awakened <persName>Thalaba</persName>.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3881">He raised his countenance</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3882">And saw <rs type="person" ref="Moath">the good Old
Man</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3883">And he arose, and fell upon his neck,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3884">And groaned in bitterness.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3885">Then <persName>Moath</persName> knew the youth,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3886">And feared that he was childless, and he turned</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3887">His eyes, and <rs type="person" ref="Oneiza">pointed to
<rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">the
tomb</rs>
</rs>.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3888">"<rs type="person" ref="Moath">Old Man</rs>!" cried
<persName>Thalaba</persName>,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3889">"Thy search is ended there!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B8_lg468">
<l rend="i4" n="3890">
<rs type="person" ref="Moath">The father</rs>'s cheek grew white</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3891">And his lip quivered with the misery;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3892">Howbeit, collecting with a painful voice</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3893">He answered, "<name type="divin">God</name> is good! his
will be done!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B8_lg469">
<l rend="i4" n="3894">The woe in which he spake,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3895">The resignation that inspired his speech,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3896">They softened Thalaba.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3897">"Thou hast a solace in thy grief," he cried,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3898">"A comforter within!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3899">"<persName>Moath</persName>! thou seest me here,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3900">"Delivered to <orgName>the Evil Powers</orgName>,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3901">"<rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">A God-abandoned
wretch</rs>."</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B8_lg470">
<l rend="i0" n="3902">The <rs type="person" ref="Moath">Old Man</rs> looked at
him incredulous.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3903">"Nightly," <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">the youth</rs>
pursued,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3904">"<rs type="person" ref="Oneiza">Thy daughter</rs> comes
to drive me to despair.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3905">"<persName>Moath</persName> thou thinkest me mad,...</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3906">
<rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">"But when <persName>the Cryer</persName>
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_138">
<p> As <rs type="person" ref="Mohammed">the celestial Apostle</rs>,
at his retreat from <hi rend="italic">
<placeName>Medina</placeName>
</hi>, did not perform always the five canonical prayers at the
precise time, <orgName>his disciples</orgName>, who often
neglected to join with him in the <hi rend="italic">
<placeName>Namaz</placeName>
</hi>, assembled one day to fix upon some method of announcing
to <orgName>the public</orgName>
<time>those moments of the day and night when <rs type="person" ref="Mohammed">their master</rs> discharged this first of
religious duties</time>. Flags, bells, trumpets, and fire
were successively proposed as signals. None of these, however,
were admitted. The flags were rejected as unsuited to the
sanctity of the object; <rs type="religion" subtype="Christian">the bells, on account of their being used by
<orgName>Christians</orgName>
</rs>; <rs type="religion" subtype="Judaism">the trumpets, as
appropriated to the Hebrew worship</rs>; <rs type="religion" subtype="idol"> the fire, as having too near an analogy to
the religion of the <orgName>pyrolators</orgName>
</rs>. From this contrariety of opinions the disciples separated
without any determination. <rs type="dream">But one of them, <hi rend="italic">
<persName>Abdullah ibn Zeid Abderiyé</persName>
</hi>, saw <time>the night following</time>, in a dream,
<name type="divin">a celestial being clothed in
green</name>: he immediately requested his advice, with
the most zealous earnestness, respecting the object in
dispute. I am come to inform you, replied the heavenly
visitor, how to discharge this important duty of your
religion. <rs type="script" subtype="holy">He then ascended
to the roof of the house, and declared the <hi rend="italic">Ezann</hi> with a loud voice, and in the
same words which have been ever since used to declare
<time>the canonical periods</time>.</rs>
</rs> When he awoke, <hi rend="italic">Abdullah</hi> ran to
declare his vision to <persName ref="Mohammed">the
prophet</persName>, who loaded him with blessings, and
authorized that moment <hi rend="italic">
<persName>Bilal Habeschy</persName>
</hi>, another of his disciples, to discharge, on the top of his
house, that august office, by the title of <hi rend="italic">Muzzinn</hi>. </p>
<p>
<rs type="script" subtype="holy">These are the words of the
Ezann: <hi rend="italic">
<name type="divin">Most high God!</name> most high God!
most high God! I acknowledge that there is no other except
God; I acknowledge that there is no other except God! I
acknowledge that</hi>
<persName>Mohammed</persName>
<hi rend="italic">is the Prophet of God! come to prayer! come
to prayer! come to the temple of salvation! <name type="divin">Great God</name>! great God! there is no
God except<name type="divin">God</name>.</hi>
</rs>
</p>
<p>
<rs type="script" subtype="holy">This declaration must be the
same for <time>each of the five canonical periods</time>,
except that of <time>the morning</time>, when <persName>the
<hi rend="italic">Muezzinn</hi>
</persName> ought to add, after the words, <hi rend="italic">come to the temple of salvation</hi>, the following: <hi rend="italic">prayer is to be preferred to sleep, prayer
is to be preferred to sleep</hi>. </rs>
</p>
<p>
<rs type="script" subtype="holy">This addition was produced by
the zeal and piety of <hi rend="italic">
<persName>Bilal Habeschy</persName>
</hi>: as he announced one day the <hi rend="italic">Ezann</hi> of the dawn <rs type="place">in the prophet's
antichamber</rs>, <persName>Aische</persName> in a whisper
informed him, that <rs type="person" ref="Mohammed">the
celestial envoy</rs> was still asleep; this first of the
<hi rend="italic">Muezzinns</hi> then added these words,
<hi rend="italic">prayer is to be preferred to sleep</hi>:
when he awoke the prophet applauded him, and commanded <hi rend="italic">Bilal</hi> to insert them in all the morning
<hi rend="italic">Ezanns</hi>.</rs>
</p>
<p>
<rs type="script" subtype="holy">The words must be chanted, but
with deliberation and gravity, those particularly which
constitute the profession of the faith. <persName>The <hi rend="italic">Muezzinn</hi>
</persName> must pronounce them distinctly; he must pay more
attention to the articulation of the words than to the melody
of his voice; he must make proper intervals and pauses, and
not precipitate his words, but let them be clearly understood
by <orgName>the people</orgName>. He must be interrupted by
no other object whatever. During the whole <hi rend="italic">Ezann</hi> he must stand, with a finger in each ear, and
his face turned, as in prayer, towards the <hi rend="italic">Keabe</hi> of <hi rend="italic">
<placeName>Mecca</placeName>
</hi>. As he utters these
words, come to prayer, come to <rs type="building" subtype="temple">the temple of salvation</rs>, he must
turn his face to the right and left, because he is supposed
to address <rs type="place" ref="the_world">all the nations
of the world</rs>, <rs type="place" ref="Universe">the
whole expanded universe</rs>. At this time <rs type="script" subtype="holy">
<orgName>the
auditors</orgName> must recite with a low voice the <hi rend="italic">Tehhlil</hi>
</rs>. There is no strength,
there is no power, but what is in <name type="divin">God</name>, in that <name type="divin">supreme
Being</name>, in that <name type="divin">powerful
Being</name>.</rs>
<bibl>
<author>D'Ohsson</author>.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
from the Minaret</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3907">"Proclaims <time>the midnight hour</time>,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3908">"Hast thou a heart to see <rs type="person" ref="Oneiza">her</rs>?"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B8_lg471">
<l rend="i4" n="3909">In the
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_139">
<p> In <placeName ref="Meidan">the Meidan, or Great Place of the
<placeName ref="Tauris">city of Tauris</placeName>
</placeName>, there are people appointed <time>every evening when
the sun sets</time>, and <time>every morning when he
rises</time>, to make <time>during half an hour</time>
<rs type="song">a terrible concert of trumpets and drums</rs>. They
are placed on one side of the Square, in a gallery somewhat
elevated; and the same practice is established in every city in
<placeName>Persia</placeName> . <bibl>Tavernier.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
<placeName>Meidan</placeName> now</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3910">The clang of clarions and of drums</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3911">Accompanied <time>the Sun's descent</time>.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3912">
<rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">"Dost thou not pray? <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">my son</rs>!"</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3913">Said <persName>Moath</persName>, as he saw</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3914">The white flag waving on the neighbouring <rs type="building" subtype="temple">Mosque</rs>;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3915">Then <persName>Thalaba</persName>'s eye grew wild,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3916">"Pray!" echoed he, "I must not pray!"</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3917">And the hollow groan he gave</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3918">Went to the <rs type="person" ref="Moath">Old Man</rs>'s
heart,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3919">
<rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">And bowing down his face to earth,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3920">
<rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">In fervent agony he called on<name type="divin">God</name>.</rs>
</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B8_lg472">
<l rend="i2" n="3921">
<time>A night of darkness and of storms!</time>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3922">Into <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">the
Chamber</rs>
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_140">
<p>
<rs type="earthworks" subtype="grave">If we except a few persons,
who are buried within the precincts of some sanctuary, the rest
are carried out at a distance from their cities and villages,
where a great extent of ground is allotted for that
purpose</rs>. <orgName>Each family</orgName> hath a particular
portion of it, <rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Greek_Tombs">walled in like a garden</rs>, where the bones
of <orgName>their ancestors</orgName> have remained undisturbed
<time>for many generations</time>. For in these enclosures
<note style="double" type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="NN_l"> These seem to be the same with the Περιϐολοι of the
Antients. Thus <bibl>
<author>Euripides</author>. <title>Troad</title>. l.
1141.</bibl>
</note>
the graves are all distinct and separate; having <rs type="building" subtype="monument">each of them <rs type="script" subtype="eng">a stone, placed upright, both at
the head and feet, inscribed with the name of the person who
lieth there interred</rs>; <rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden" ref="Greek_Tombs">whilst the intermediate
space is either planted with flowers, bordered round with
stone or paved all over with tiles</rs>.</rs>
<rs type="building" subtype="monument">The graves of the
<orgName>principal citizens</orgName> are further
distinguished by some square chambers or Cupolas
<note style="double" type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="NN_m"> Such places probably as these are to be
understood, <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">when <name type="divin">the
Demoniack</name> is said to have <hi rend="italic">his dwelling among the tombs</hi>
</rs>.</note>
that are built over them.</rs>
</p>
<p>
<rs type="building" subtype="monument">Now as all these different
sorts of <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">tombs
and sepulchres</rs>, with the very walls likewise of the
enclosures, are constantly kept clean, white-washed and
beautified, they continue, to this day, to be an excellent
comment upon that expression of <name type="divin">our
Saviour</name>'s, where he mentions the <hi rend="italic">garnishing of the sepulchres</hi>, and again where he
compares the <orgName>scribes, pharisees and
hypocrites</orgName>, to <hi rend="italic">whited sepulchres,
which indeed appear beautiful outward, but are within full of
dead men's bones and all uncleanness</hi>. For the space of
two or three months after any person is interred, <orgName>the
female relations</orgName> go once a week to weep over the
grave and perform their parentalia upon it.</rs>
<bibl>Shaw.</bibl>
</p>
<p> About a quarter of a mile from the town of
<placeName>Mylasa</placeName>, is <rs type="building" subtype="monument">a <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">sepulchre</rs> of the species called by
<orgName>the antients</orgName>, <hi rend="italic">Distœya</hi> or <hi rend="italic">Double-roofed</hi>. It
consisted of two square rooms. In the lower, which has a door
way, were deposited the urns with the ashes of the deceased. In
the upper, <orgName>the relations and friends</orgName>
solemnized <time>the anniversary of the funeral</time>, and
performed <rs type="script" subtype="holy">stated rites</rs>. A
hole made through the floor was designed for pouring libations
of honey, milk, or wine, with which it was usual to gratify
<orgName>the manes or spirits</orgName>.</rs>
<bibl>Chandler's Travels in Asia Minor.</bibl>
</p>
<q>
<lg xml:lang="grc">
<l rend="i0"> Αλλ’ αντι ϰεδρȣ περιϐολων τελαινων </l>
<l rend="i0"> Εν τηδε θαψαι παιδα. </l>
</lg>
</q>
</note>
of <placeName ref="Tombs">the Tomb</placeName>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3925">
<persName>Thalaba</persName> led the <rs type="person" ref="Moath">Old
Man</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3926">To roof him from the rain.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3927">
<time>A night of storms!</time> the wind</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3928">Swept thro' the moonless sky</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3929">And moaned <rs type="building" subtype="monument">among
<rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">the pillared
sepulchres</rs>
</rs>.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3930">And in the pauses of its sweep</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3931">They heard the heavy rain</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3932">Beat on the monument above.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3933">In silence <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">on <persName>Oneiza</persName>'s grave</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3934">The <rs type="person" ref="Moath">Father</rs> and the <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">Husband</rs> sate.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B8_lg474">
<l rend="i2" n="3935">
<persName>The Cryer from the Minaret</persName>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3936">Proclaimed <time>the midnight hour</time>;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3937">
<time>"Now! now!"</time> cried <persName>Thalaba</persName>,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3938">
<rs type="metaplace" subtype="barrier" ref="Tombs">And o'er <rs type="building" subtype="monument">the chamber of the tomb</rs>
</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3939">
<rs type="metaplace" subtype="barrier" ref="Tombs">There spread a lurid
gleam</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3940"> Like the reflection of a sulphur fire, </l>
<l rend="i4" n="3941">
<rs type="metaplace" subtype="barrier" ref="Tombs">And in that hideous
light</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3942">
<persName>Oneiza</persName> stood before them, it was She,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3943">Her very lineaments, and such as death</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3944">Had changed them, livid cheeks, and lips of blue.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3945">But in her eyes there dwelt</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3946">Brightness more terrible</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3947">Than all the loathsomeness of death.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3948">"Still art thou living, <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">wretch</rs>?"</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3949">In hollow tones she cried to
<persName>Thalaba</persName>,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3950">
<rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">"And must I
<time>nightly</time> leave my grave</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3951">
<rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">"To tell thee, still in
vain,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3952">
<rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">"<name type="divin">God</name> has abandoned thee?"</rs>
</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B8_lg475">
<l rend="i2" n="3953">"This is not she!" the <rs type="person" ref="Moath">Old
Man</rs> exclaimed,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3954">"<name type="zomb">A Fiend</name>! a manifest Fiend!"</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3955">And to <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">the youth</rs> he
held his lance,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3956">"Strike and deliver thyself!"</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3957">"Strike <hi rend="smallcap">her</hi>!" cried
<persName>Thalaba</persName>,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3958">And palsied of all powers</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3959">Gazed fixedly upon the dreadful form.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3960">"Yea! strike her!" cried <name type="divin">a
voice</name> whose tones</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3961">Flowed with such sudden healing thro' his soul,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3962"> As when the desert shower </l>
<l rend="i4" n="3963">
<rs type="miracle">From death delivered him.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3964">But unobedient to that well-known voice</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3965">His eye was seeking it,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3966">When <persName>Moath</persName> firm of heart,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3967">Performed the bidding; thro' <name type="zomb">the
vampire</name>
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_141">
<p> In the <hi rend="italic">Lettres Juives</hi> is the following
extract from the <hi rend="italic">Mercure Historique et
Politique</hi>. Octob. 1736. </p>
<p> We have had <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Vampire">in
this country a new scene of <name type="zomb">Vampirism</name>
</rs>, which is duly attested by two officers of the Tribunal of
<hi rend="italic">
<placeName>Belgrade</placeName>
</hi>, who took cognizance of the affair on the spot, and by an
officer in <orgName>his Imperial Majesty's troops at <hi rend="italic">
<placeName>Gradisch</placeName>
</hi>
</orgName> (<hi rend="italic">in <placeName>Sclavonia</placeName>
</hi>) who was an eye-witness of the proceedings. </p>
<p>
<time>In the beginning of <hi rend="italic">September</hi>
</time> there died at the village of <hi rend="italic">
<placeName>Kisilova</placeName>
</hi>, three leagues from <hi rend="italic">
<placeName>Gradisch</placeName>
</hi>, <rs type="person">an old man of above threescore and
two</rs>: three days after he was buried he appeared <time>in
the night</time> to <rs type="person">his son</rs>, and desired
he would give him somewhat to eat, and then disappeared. <time>The
next day</time> the son told <orgName>his neighbours</orgName>
these particulars. That night <name type="zomb">the Father</name>
did not come, but <time>the next evening</time> he made him another
visit, and desired something to eat. It is not known whether his
son gave him any thing or not, but the next morning the young man
was found dead in his bed. The <persName>Magistrate or Bailiff of
the place</persName> had notice of this, as also that the same
day <orgName>five or six persons</orgName> fell sick in the
village, and died one after the other. He sent an exact account of
this to the <orgName>tribunal of <hi rend="italic">
<placeName>Belgrade</placeName>
</hi>
</orgName>, and thereupon <orgName>two commissioners</orgName> were
dispatched to the village attended by <persName>an
executioner</persName>, with instructions to examine closely
into the affair. <persName>An officer in the Imperial
service</persName>, from whom we have this relation, went also
from <hi rend="italic">
<placeName>Gradisch</placeName>
</hi>, in order to examine personally an affair of which he had
heard so much. They opened in the first place <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">the graves of all who had been
buried <time>in six weeks</time>
</rs>. When they came to <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Vampire">that of <name type="zomb">the old man</name>
</rs>,
they found his eyes open, his colour fresh, his respiration quick
and strong, yet he appeared to be stiff and insensible. From these
signs they concluded him to be a notorious <hi rend="italic">
<name type="zomb">Vampire</name>
</hi>. The <persName>executioner</persName> thereupon, by the
command of <orgName>the commissioners</orgName>, struck a stake
thro' his heart; and when he had so done, they made a bonfire, and
therein consumed the carcase to ashes. There was no marks of <name type="zomb">Vampirism</name> found on his son, or on the bodies
of <orgName>the other persons who died so suddenly</orgName>. </p>
<p> Thanks be to <name type="divin">God</name>, <orgName ref="English">we</orgName> are as far as any people can be from giving into
credulity, we acknowledge that all the lights of physick do not
enable us to give any account of this fact, nor do we pretend to
enter into its causes. However, we cannot avoid giving credit to a
matter of fact juridically attested by <orgName>competent and
unsuspected witnesses</orgName>, especially since it is far from
being the only one of the kind. We shall here annex an instance of
the same sort <time>in <date>1732</date>
</time>, already inserted in <bibl>the Gleaner, No. 18</bibl>. </p>
<p> In a certain town of <hi rend="italic">
<placeName>Hungary</placeName>
</hi>, which is called in <lang>Latin</lang>
<hi rend="italic">
<placeName>Oppida Heidonum</placeName>
</hi>, on the other side <hi rend="italic">
<placeName>Tibiscus</placeName>
</hi>, vulgarly called the <hi rend="italic">
<placeName>Teysse</placeName>
</hi>; that is to say, <geogFeat>the river which washes the
celebrated territory of <hi rend="italic">
<placeName>Tokay</placeName>
</hi> as also a part of <hi rend="italic">
<placeName>Transilvania</placeName>
</hi>
</geogFeat>. The people known by the name of <hi rend="italic">
<orgName>Heydukes</orgName>
</hi> believe that certain dead persons, whom they call <name type="zomb">Vampires</name>, suck the blood of the living,
insomuch that these people appear like skeletons, while the dead
bodies of the suckers are so full of blood, that it runs out at all
the passages of their bodies, and even at their very pores. This
odd opinion of theirs they support by a multitude of facts attested
in such a manner, that they leave no room for doubt. We shall here
mention some of the most considerable. </p>
<p> It is now about five years ago, that a certain <hi rend="italic">
<orgName>Heyduke</orgName>
</hi>, an inhabitant of the village of <hi rend="italic">
<placeName>Medreiga</placeName>
</hi>, whose name was
<persName>Arnold Paul</persName>, was bruised to death by a
hay-cart, which ran over him. <time>Thirty days after his
death</time>, <orgName>no less than four persons</orgName> died
suddenly, in that manner, wherein, according to the tradition of
the country, those people generally die who are sucked by <name type="zomb">Vampires</name>. Upon this a story was called to
mind, that this <hi rend="italic">
<persName>Arnold Paul</persName>
</hi> had told in his life-time, viz: that at <hi rend="italic">
<placeName>Cossova</placeName>
</hi> on the Frontiers of the <hi rend="italic">Turkish
<placeName>Servia</placeName>
</hi> , he had been tormented by a <name type="zomb">Vampire</name>; (now the established opinion is that a person
sucked by a <name type="zomb">Vampire</name>, becomes a <name type="zomb">Vampire</name> himself, and sucks in his turn.) But
that <rs type="science" subtype="chem">he had found a way to rid
himself of this evil, by eating some of the earth out of <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Vampire">
<rs type="earthworks" subtype="grave">the <name type="zomb">Vampire</name>'s grave</rs>
</rs>, and rubbing himself with his blood. This precaution
however did not hinder his becoming a <name type="zomb">Vampire</name>;</rs> insomuch that his body being taken up
forty days after his death, all the marks of a notorious <name type="zomb">Vampire</name> were found thereon. His complexion
was fresh, his hair, nails and beard were grown; he was full of
fluid blood, which ran from all parts of his body upon his shroud.
The <hi rend="italic">
<persName>Hadnagy</persName>
</hi> or <hi rend="italic">Bailiff</hi> of the place, who was a
person well acquainted with <name type="zomb">Vampirism</name>,
caused a sharp stake to be thrust, as the custom is, through the
heart of <hi rend="italic">
<persName>Arnold Paul</persName>
</hi>, and also quite through his body; whereupon he cried out
dreadfully as if he had been alive. This done, they cut off his
head, burnt his body, and threw the ashes thereof into <hi rend="italic">
<placeName>Saave</placeName>
</hi>. They took the same measures with the bodies of those persons
who had died of <name type="zomb">Vampirism</name>, for fear that
they should fall to sucking in their turns. </p>
<p> All these prudent steps did not hinder the same mischief from
breaking out again about five years afterwards, when
<orgName>several people in the same village</orgName> died in a
very odd manner. In the space of <time>three months</time>,
<orgName>seventeen persons of all ages and sexes died of <name type="zomb">Vampirism</name>
</orgName>, some suddenly, and some after two or three days
suffering. Amongst others there was one <hi rend="italic">Stanoska</hi>, the daughter of a <hi rend="italic">
<orgName>Heyduke</orgName>
</hi> whose name was <hi rend="italic">
<persName>Jovitzo</persName>
</hi> who going to bed in perfect health, waked in the middle of
the night, and making a terrible outcry, affirmed that <rs type="person">the son of a certain <hi rend="italic">
<orgName>Heyduke</orgName>
</hi> whose name was <hi rend="italic">
<persName>Millo</persName>
</hi>
</rs>, and who had been dead about <time>three weeks</time>, had
attempted to strangle her in her sleep. She continued from that
time in a languishing condition, and in the space of three days
died. What this girl had said discovered <rs type="person">the son
of <hi rend="italic">
<persName>Millo</persName>
</hi>
</rs> to be a <name type="zomb">Vampire</name>. They took up the
body and found him so in effect. The principal persons of the
place, particularly <orgName>the Physician and Surgeons</orgName>,
began to examine very narrowly, how, in spite of all their
precautions, <name type="zomb">Vampirism</name> had again broke out
in so terrible a manner. After a strict inquisition, they found
that the deceased <hi rend="italic">
<persName>Arnold Paul</persName>
</hi> had not only sucked the four persons before mentioned, but
likewise several beasts, of whom the new <name type="zomb">Vampires</name> had eaten, particularly <rs type="person">the
son of <hi rend="italic">
<persName>Millo</persName>
</hi>
</rs>. Induced by these circumstances, they took a resolution, of
digging up the bodies of all persons who had died within a certain
time. They did so, and amongst forty bodies, there were found
<orgName>seventeen evidently <name type="zomb">Vampires</name>
</orgName>. <rs type="science" subtype="chem">Through the hearts of
these they drove stakes, cut off their heads, burnt the bodies,
and threw the ashes into the river</rs>. All the informations we
have been speaking of were taken in a legal way, and all the
executions were so performed, as appears by certificates drawn up
in full form, attested by several <orgName>officers in the
neighbouring garrisons</orgName>, by the <orgName>surgeons of
several Regiments</orgName>, and the principal inhabitants of
the place. The verbal process was sent towards <time>the latter end
of last <hi rend="italic">January</hi>
</time> to <orgName>the council of war at <hi rend="italic">
<placeName>Vienna</placeName>
</hi>
</orgName>, who thereupon established <rs type="science" subtype="diag">a special commission to examine into these
facts</rs>. Those just now mentioned were attested by the <hi rend="italic">
<persName>Hadnagi Barriarer</persName>
</hi>, the principal <hi rend="italic">
<orgName>Heyduke</orgName>
</hi> of the village, as also by <hi rend="italic">
<persName>Battuer</persName>
</hi>, first Lieutenant of <persName>Prince <hi rend="italic">Alexander</hi> of <hi rend="italic">
<placeName>Wirtemberg</placeName>
</hi>
</persName>, <hi rend="italic">
<persName>Flickstenger</persName>
</hi>, surgeon major of <orgName>the regiment of <hi rend="italic">
<placeName>Furstemberg</placeName>
</hi>
</orgName>, <orgName>three other surgeons of the same
regiment</orgName>, and several other persons. </p>
<p> A similar superstition prevails in <placeName>Greece</placeName>.
The man whose story we are going to relate, was a <persName>Peasant
of <placeName>Mycone</placeName>
</persName>, naturally ill natured and quarrelsome, this is a
circumstance to be taken notice of in such cases. He was murdered
in the fields, nobody knew how, or by whom. Two days after his
being buried in a <rs type="building" subtype="temple">Chapel</rs>
in the town, it was noised about that he was seen to walk <time>in
the night</time> with great haste, that he tumbled about
people's goods, put out their lamps, griped them behind, and a
thousand other monkey tricks. At first the story was received with
laughter; but the thing was looked upon to be serious when
<orgName>the better sort of people</orgName> began to complain
of it; <rs type="religion" subtype="eastOrth">
<orgName>the Papas</orgName> themselves gave credit to the fact,
and no doubt had their reasons for so doing; masses must be
said, to be sure</rs>: but for all this, the
<persName>Peasant</persName> drove his old trade and heeded
nothing they could do. After divers meetings of the <orgName>chief
people of the city</orgName>, of <orgName>priests</orgName>, and
<orgName>monks</orgName>, it was gravely concluded, that 'twas
necessary in consequence of <rs type="religion" subtype="eastOrth">some musty ceremonial</rs> to wait till nine days after <rs type="earthworks" subtype="grave">the interment</rs> should be
expired. </p>
<p>
<time>On the tenth day</time>
<rs type="script" subtype="holy">they said one <rs type="religion" subtype="eastOrth">mass</rs> in the <rs type="building" subtype="temple">chapel</rs> where the body was laid, in
order to drive out <name type="zomb">the Demon</name> which they
imagined was got into it</rs>. After mass they took up the body,
and got every thing ready <rs type="science" subtype="phys">for
pulling out its heart. The <persName>butcher</persName> of the
town, an old clumsy fellow, first opens the belly instead of the
breast, he groped a long while among the entrails, but could not
find what he looked for; at last somebody told him he should cut
up the Diaphragm. The heart was then pulled out, to the
admiration of all the <orgName>spectators</orgName>.</rs>
<time>In the mean time</time>
<rs type="science" subtype="chem">
<name type="zomb">the Corpse</name> stunk so abominably that
they were obliged to burn frankincense; but the smoke mixing
with the exhalations from the carcass increased the stink, and
began to muddle <orgName>the poor people</orgName>'s
pericranies.</rs>
<rs type="dream">Their imagination, struck with the spectacle
before them, grew full of visions. It came into their noddles,
that a thick smoke came out of the body; we durst not say 'twas
the smoke of the incense.</rs> They were incessantly bawling out
<name type="zomb">Vroucolacas</name> in the chapel and place
before it; this is the name they give to these pretended <name type="zomb">Redivivi</name>. The noise bellowed thro' the
streets, and it seemed to be a name invented on purpose to rend the
roof of the <rs type="building" subtype="temple">chapel</rs>.
Several there present averr'd that the wretches blood was extremely
red; the <persName>Butcher</persName> swore the body was still
warm, whence they concluded that <name type="zomb"> the
Deceas'd</name> was a very ill man for not being thoroughly
dead, or in plain terms for suffering himself to be re-animated by
<name type="divin">Old Nick</name>; which is the notion they
have of <name type="zomb">Vroucolacas</name>. They then roar'd out
that name in a stupendous manner. Just at this time came in
<orgName>a flock of people</orgName> loudly protesting they
plainly perceived the Body was not grown stiff when it was carried
from the fields to Church to be buried, and that consequently it
was a true <name type="zomb">Vroucolacas</name>; which word was
still the burden of the song. </p>
<p> I don't doubt they would have sworn it did not stink, had not we
been there; so mazed were <orgName>the poor people</orgName> with
this disaster, and so infatuated with their <name type="zomb">notion of the Dead being re-animated</name>. As for us, who
were got as close to the corpse as we could, that
<orgName>we</orgName> might be more exact in our observations,
we were almost poisoned with the intolerable stink that issued from
it. When they asked us what we thought of this body, we told them
we believed it to be very thoroughly dead: but as we were willing
to cure, or at least not to exasperate their prejudiced
imaginations, we represented to them, that it was no wonder the
<persName>butcher</persName> should feel a little warmth when he
groped among Entrails that were then rotting, that it was no
extraordinary thing for it to emit fumes, since dung turned up will
do the same; that as for the pretended redness of the blood, it
still appeared by the butcher's hands to be nothing but a very
stinking nasty smear. </p>
<p> After all our reasons they were of opinion it would be <rs type="science" subtype="chem">their wisest course to burn the
dead man's heart on the sea-shore</rs>: but this execution did
not make him a bit more tractable; he went on with his racket more
furiously than ever; he was accused of beating folks in the night,
breaking down doors, and even roofs of houses, clattering windows,
tearing clothes, emptying bottles and vessels. 'Twas <name type="zomb">the most thirsty Devil</name>! I believe he did not
spare any body but the <persName>Consul</persName> in whose house
we lodged. Nothing could be more miserable than the condition of
<geogFeat>this island</geogFeat>; <orgName>all the
inhabitants</orgName> seemed frighted out of their senses: the
wisest among them were stricken like the rest; <rs type="science" subtype="diag">'twas an epidemical disease of the brain, as
dangerous and infectious as the madness of dogs</rs>.
<orgName>Whole families</orgName> quitted their <rs type="building" subtype="house">houses</rs>, and brought their
tent beds from the farthest parts of the town into the public
place, there to spend <time>the night</time>. They were <time>every
instant</time> complaining of some new insult; nothing was to be
heard but sighs and groans <time>at the approach of night</time>:
<orgName>the better sort of people</orgName> retired into the
country. </p>
<p> When the prepossession was so general, <orgName>we</orgName>
thought it our best way to hold our tongues. Had we opposed it, we
had not only been accounted <orgName>ridiculous
blockheads</orgName>, but <orgName>Atheists</orgName> and
<orgName>Infidels</orgName>, how was it possible to stand
against <rs type="science" subtype="diag">the madness of <orgName>a
whole people</orgName>
</rs>? Those that believed we doubted the truth of the fact, came
and upbraided us with our incredulity, and strove to prove that
there were such things as <name type="zomb">Vroucolacasses</name>,
by <rs type="script" subtype="book">citations</rs> out of <bibl>
<title>the Buckler of Faith</title>, written by <author>F.
Richard</author> a <orgName>Jesuit</orgName>
Missionary</bibl>. He was a <orgName>Latin</orgName>, say they,
and consequently you ought to give him credit. We should have got
nothing by denying the justness of the consequence: it was as good
as a Comedy to us every morning to hear the new follies committed
by <name type="zomb">this night bird</name>; they charged him with
being guilty of the most abominable sins. </p>
<p>
<orgName>Some Citizens, that were most zealous for the good of
<orgName>the public</orgName>
</orgName>, fancied they had been deficient in the most material
part of the ceremony. <rs type="script" subtype="holy">They were of
opinion that they had been wrong in saying mass before they had
pulled out the wretches heart: had we taken this precaution,
quoth they, we had bit <name type="zomb">the Devil</name>as sure
as a gun; he would have been hanged before he would ever have
come there again: whereas saying mass first, <name type="zomb">the cunning Dog</name> fled for it awhile and came back
again when the danger was over.</rs>
</p>
<p> Notwithstanding these wise reflections, they remained in as much
perplexity as they were <time>the first day</time>: they meet
<time>night and morning</time>, they debate, <rs type="script" subtype="holy">they make professions three days and three
nights</rs>, <rs type="science" subtype="chem">they oblige
<orgName>the Papas</orgName> to fast; you might see them
running from house to house, holy-water-brush in hand sprinkling
it all about, and washing the doors with it; nay they poured it
into the mouth of the poor Vroucolacas</rs>. </p>
<p> We so often repeated it to the <orgName>Magistrates</orgName> of
the town, that in <placeName ref="Christendom">Xtendom</placeName>
we should keep the strictest watch <time>a nights</time> upon such
an occasion, to observe what was done; that at last they caught
<orgName>a few vagabonds</orgName>, who undoubtedly had a hand
in these disorders: but either they were not the <orgName>chief
ringleaders</orgName>, or else they were released too soon.
<time>For two days afterwards</time>, to make themselves amends
for <time>the Lent</time> they had kept in <rs type="building" subtype="prison">prison</rs>, they fell foul again upon the wine
tubs of <orgName>those who were such fools as to leave their <rs type="building" subtype="house">houses</rs> empty <time>in
the night</time>
</orgName>: so that the people were forced to <rs type="script" subtype="holy">betake themselves again to their prayers</rs>. </p>
<p> One day as they were hard at this work, <rs type="science" subtype="phys">after having stuck I know not how many naked
swords over <rs type="earthworks" subtype="grave">the grave</rs>
of this corpse, which they took up <time>three or four times a
day</time>
</rs>, for any man's whim; <persName>an Albaneze</persName> that
happened to be at <placeName>Mycone</placeName>, took upon him to
say with a voice of authority, that <rs type="science" subtype="phys">it was to the last degree ridiculous to make use
of the swords of <orgName>Xtians</orgName> in a case like this.
Can you not conceive, blind as ye are, says he, that the handles
of these swords being made like a cross, hinders <name type="zomb">the Devil</name>from coming out of the body? Why
do you not rather take the Turkish sabres?</rs> The advice of
<rs type="person">this learned man</rs> had no effect: the <name type="zomb">Vroucolacas</name> was incorrigible, and
<orgName>all the inhabitants</orgName> were in a strange
consternation; they knew not now what <name type="divin">Saint</name> to call upon, when of a sudden with one voice, as
if they had given each other the hint, they fell to bawling out all
thro' the city, that it was intolerable to wait any longer; that
the only way left was to burn the <name type="zomb">Vroucolacas</name> intire; that after so doing, let <name type="divin">the Devil</name>lurk in it if he could; that 'twas
better to have recourse to this extremity than to have
<geogFeat>the island</geogFeat> totally deserted, and indeed
whole families began to pack up, in order to retire to
<placeName>Syre</placeName> or <placeName>Tinos</placeName>. The
<orgName>magistrates</orgName> therefore ordered the <name type="zomb">Vroucolacas</name> to be carryed to the
<geogFeat>point of the island</geogFeat>
<placeName>St. George</placeName> , where <rs type="science" subtype="chem">they prepared a great pile with pitch and tar,
for fear the wood, as dry as it was, should not burn fast enough
of itself. What they had before left of this miserable carcass
was thrown into this fire and consumed presently: 'twas on
<date>the first of January, 1701</date>.
<orgName>We</orgName> saw the flame as we returned from
<placeName>Delos</placeName>; it might justly be called a
bonfire of joy, since after this no more complaints were heard
against the <name type="zomb">Vroucolacas</name>; they said that
<name type="zomb">the Devil</name>had now met with his
match</rs>, and <rs type="song">some ballads were made to turn
him into ridicule</rs>. <bibl>
<author>Tournefort</author>.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
corpse</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3968">He thrust his lance; it fell,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3969">And howling with the wound</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3970">
<name type="zomb">Its demon tenant</name> fled.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3971">A sapphire light fell on them,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3972">And garmented with glory, in their sight</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3973">
<persName>Oneiza's Spirit</persName> stood.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B8_lg476">
<l rend="i4" n="3974">"O <persName>Thalaba</persName>!" she cried,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3975">"Abandon not thyself!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3976">"Wouldst thou for ever lose me?... go, fulfill</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3977">"Thy quest, that in <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin" ref="Heaven">the Bowers of Paradise</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3978">"In vain I may not wait thee, O my <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">Husband</rs>!"</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3979">To <persName>Moath</persName> then <persName ref="Oneiza">the Spirit</persName>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3980">Turned the dark lustre of her Angel eyes,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3981">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">"Short is thy destined path,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3982">"O my dear <rs type="person" ref="Moath">father</rs>! to
the <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin" ref="Heaven">abode of
bliss</rs>.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3983">"Return to <placeName>Araby</placeName>,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3984">"There with the thought of death.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3985">"Comfort thy lonely age,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3986">"And <name type="divin">Azrael the Deliverer</name>,
soon</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3987">"Shall visit thee in peace."</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B8_lg477">
<l rend="i4" n="3988">They stood with earnest eyes</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3989">And arms out-reaching, when again</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3990">The darkness closed around them.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3991">The soul of <persName>Thalaba</persName> revived;</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3992">He from the floor the quiver took</l>
<l rend="i2" n="3993">And as he bent the bow, exclaimed,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3994">"Was it <name type="divin">the over-ruling
Providence</name>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3995">"That in the hour of frenzy led my hands</l>
<l rend="i4" n="3996">"Instinctively to this?</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3997">"<time>To-morrow</time>, and the sun shall brace anew</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3998">"The slackened cord that now sounds loose and damp,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="3999">"<time>To-morrow</time>, and its livelier tone will
sing</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4000">"In tort vibration to the arrow's flight.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4001">"<rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">I</rs> ... but I also,
with recovered health</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4002">"Of heart, shall do my duty.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4003">"<rs type="person" ref="Moath">My Father</rs>! here I
leave thee then!" he cried,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4004">"And not to meet again</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4005">"Till at <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin" ref="Heaven">the gate of Paradise</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4006">"The eternal union of our joys commence.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4007">"We parted last in darkness!"... and <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">the youth</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4008">Thought with what other hopes,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4009">But now his heart was calm,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4010">For on his soul a heavenly hope had dawned.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4011">The <rs type="person" ref="Moath">Old Man</rs> answered
nothing, but he held</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4012">His garment and to the door</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4013">Of the <placeName ref="Tombs">Tomb Chamber</placeName>
followed him.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4014">The rain had ceased, the sky was wild</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4015">Its black clouds broken by the storm.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4016">And lo! it chanced that in the chasm</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4017">
<rs type="science" subtype="astro">Of Heaven between, a star,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4018">
<rs type="science" subtype="astro">Leaving along its path continuous
light,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4019">
<rs type="science" subtype="astro">Shot eastward. "See my guide!" quoth
Thalaba,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4020">And turning, he received</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4021">Old <persName>Moath</persName>'s last embrace,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4022">And his last blessing.</l>
<l rend="i10" n="4023">It was <time>eve</time>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4024">When <persName>an old Dervise</persName>, sitting in the
sun</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4025">At his cell door, invited for the night</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4026">
<rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">The traveller</rs>; in the sun</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4027">He spread the plain repast</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4028">Rice and fresh grapes, and at their feet there flowed</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4029">
<geogFeat>The brook</geogFeat> of which they drank.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B8_lg478">
<l rend="i4" n="4030">So as they sate at meal,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4031">
<rs type="song">With song, with music, and with dance,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4032">A <orgName>wedding train</orgName> went by;</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4033">The veiled bride, the female slaves,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4034">The torches of festivity,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4035">And trump and timbrel merriment</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4036">Accompanied their way.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4037">The good <persName>old Dervise</persName> gave</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4038">A blessing as they past.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4039">But <persName>Thalaba</persName> looked on,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4040">And breathed a low, deep groan, and hid his face.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4041">The <persName>Dervise</persName> had known sorrow; and he
felt</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4042">Compassion; and his words</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4043">Of pity and of piety</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4044">Opened <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">the young
man</rs>'s heart</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4045">And he told all his tale.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B8_lg479">
<l rend="i0" n="4046">"Repine not, <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">O my
Son</rs>!" the <rs type="person" ref="Dervise">Old Man</rs> replied,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4047">"That <name type="divin">Heaven</name> has chastened
thee.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4048">
<rs type="science" subtype="botany">"Behold this vine,
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_142">
<p> In these lines I have versified a passage in <bibl>
<persName>Bishop Taylor</persName>'s Sermons</bibl>, altering
as little as possible, his unimproveable language. </p>
<p> "For so have I known a luxuriant Vine swell into irregular
twigs and bold excrescencies, and spend itself in leaves and
little rings, and afford but trifling clusters to the
wine-press, and a faint return to his heart which longed to be
refreshed with a full vintage: but when the <name type="divin">Lord of the vine</name> had caused the dressers to cut the
wilder plant and made it bleed, it grew temperate in its vain
expence of useless leaves, and knotted into fair and juicy
branches, and made accounts of that loss of blood by the return
of fruit."</p>
</note>
I found it a wild tree</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4049">
<rs type="science" subtype="botany">"Whose wanton strength had swoln
into</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4050">
<rs type="science" subtype="botany">"Irregular twigs, and bold
excrescencies,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4051">
<rs type="science" subtype="botany">"And spent itself in leaves and little
rings,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4052">
<rs type="science" subtype="botany">"In the vain flourish of its
outwardness</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4053">
<rs type="science" subtype="botany">"Wasting the sap and strength</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4054">
<rs type="science" subtype="botany">"That should have given forth
fruit.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4055">
<rs type="science" subtype="botany">"But when I pruned the Tree,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4056">
<rs type="science" subtype="botany">"Then it grew temperate in its vain
expence</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4057">
<rs type="science" subtype="botany">"Of useless leaves, and knotted, as thou
seest,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4058">
<rs type="science" subtype="botany">"Into these full, clear, clusters, to
repay</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4059">
<rs type="science" subtype="botany">"The hand whose foresight wounded
it.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4060">"Repine not, <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">O my
Son</rs>!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4061">"In wisdom and in mercy <name type="divin">Heaven</name>
inflicts,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4062">"Like <rs type="person">a wise Leech</rs>, its painful
remedies."</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B8_lg480">
<l rend="i0" n="4063">Then pausing, "whither goest thou now?" he asked.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4064">"I know not," answered <persName>Thalaba</persName>,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4065">"Straight on, with <name type="myth">Destiny</name> my
guide."</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4066">Quoth the <rs type="person" ref="Dervise">Old Man</rs>,
"I will not blame thy trust,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4067">"And yet methinks thy feet</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4068">"Should tread with certainty.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4069">"In <placeName>Kaf</placeName> the <name type="myth">Simorg</name> hath his dwelling place,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4070">"<name type="myth" ref="Simorg">The all-knowing Bird of
Ages</name>, who hath seen</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4071">"<placeName ref="the_world">The World</placeName>, with
<orgName>all her children</orgName>, thrice destroyed.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4072"> "Long is the thither path, </l>
<l rend="i0" n="4073">"And difficult the way, of danger full;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4074">"But <name type="myth" subtype="Simorg">his unerring
voice</name>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4075">"Could point to certain end thy weary search."</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B8_lg481">
<l rend="i4" n="4076">Easy assent <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">the
youth</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4077">Gave to the words of wisdom; and behold</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4078">At dawn, <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">the
adventurer</rs> on his way to <placeName>Kaf</placeName>.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4079">And he has travelled <time>many a day</time>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4080">And many a <geogFeat>river</geogFeat> swum over,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4081">And many a <geogFeat>mountain ridge</geogFeat> has
crost</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4082">And many a <geogFeat>measureless plain</geogFeat>,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4083">And now <geogFeat>amid the wilds</geogFeat> advanced,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4084">
<time>Long is it since his eyes</time>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4085">
<time>Have seen the trace of man.</time>
</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B8_lg482">
<l rend="i2" n="4086">Cold! cold! 'tis <rs type="place" ref="polar">a chilly
clime</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4087">That the toil of <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">the
youth</rs> has reached,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4088">And he is aweary now,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4089">And faint for the lack of food.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4090">Cold! cold! there is <rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest" ref="sky">no Sun in heaven</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4091">But a heavy and uniform cloud</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4092">And the snows begin to fall.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4093">Dost thou wish for thy deserts, <persName ref="Thalaba">O
Son of <persName>Hodeirah</persName>
</persName>?</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4094">Dost thou long for the gales of
<placeName>Arabia</placeName>?</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4095">Cold! cold! his blood flows languid,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4096">His hands are red, his lips are blue,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4097">His feet are sore with the frost.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4098">Cheer thee! cheer thee! <persName>Thalaba</persName>!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4099">A little yet bear up!</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B8_lg483">
<l rend="i2" n="4100">
<rs type="place" ref="polar">All waste!</rs> no sign of
life</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4101">But the track of the wolf and the bear!</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4102">No sound but the wild, wild wind</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4103">
<rs type="place" ref="polar">And the snow crunching under his feet!</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4104">
<time>Night is come; no moon, no stars,</time>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4105">Only the light of the snow!</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4106">But behold <settlement>a fire in <geogFeat>the cave of
the hill</geogFeat>
</settlement>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4107">
<settlement>A heart-reviving fire;</settlement>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4108">And thither with strength renewed</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4109">
<persName>Thalaba</persName> presses on.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B8_lg484">
<l rend="i2" n="4110">He found <rs type="person" ref="Maimuna">a Woman in the
cave</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4111">
<rs type="person" ref="Maimuna">A solitary Woman</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4112">
<rs type="art" subtype="fiber">Who by the fire was spinning</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4113">And <rs type="song">singing as <rs type="art" subtype="fiber">she spun</rs>
</rs>.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4114">The pine boughs they blazed chearfully</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4115">And her face was bright with the flame.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4116">
<rs type="person" ref="Maimuna">Her face was as a Damsel's face</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4117">
<rs type="person" ref="Maimuna">And yet her hair was grey.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4118">She bade him welcome with a smile</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4119">
<rs type="art" subtype="fiber">And still continued spinning</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4120">And <rs type="song">singing as <rs type="art" subtype="fiber">she spun</rs>
</rs>.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4121">
<rs type="art" subtype="fiber">The thread the Woman drew</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4122">
<rs type="art" subtype="fiber">Was finer than the silkworm's,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4123">
<rs type="art" subtype="fiber">Was finer than the gossamer.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4124">
<rs type="song">The song she sung was low and sweet</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4125">And <persName>Thalaba</persName> knew not the words.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B8_lg485">
<l rend="i2" n="4126">He laid his bow before the hearth,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4127">For the string was frozen stiff.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4128">He took the quiver from his neck,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4129">For the arrow plumes were iced.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4130">Then as the chearful fire</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4131">Revived his languid limbs,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4132">
<rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">The adventurer</rs> asked for food.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4133">
<rs type="person" ref="Maimuna">The Woman</rs> answered him,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4134">
<rs type="song">And still her speech was song,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4135">
<rs type="song">"The <persName>She Bear</persName> she dwells near to
me,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4136">
<rs type="song">"And she hath <orgName>cubs, one, two and
three</orgName>.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4137">
<rs type="song">"<rs type="hunt">She hunts the deer</rs> and brings him
here,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4138">
<rs type="song">"And then with <rs type="person" ref="SheBear">her</rs> I
make good cheer,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4139">
<rs type="song">"And she to <rs type="hunt">the chase</rs> is gone</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4140">
<rs type="song">"And she will be here anon."</rs>
</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B8_lg486">
<l rend="i2" n="4141">
<rs type="person" ref="Maimuna">She</rs> ceased from <rs type="art" subtype="fiber">her work</rs> as she spake,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4142">And when she had answered him,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4143">
<rs type="art" subtype="fiber">Again her fingers twirled the thread</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4144">And again <rs type="person" ref="Maimuna">the Woman</rs>
began</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4145">
<rs type="song">In low, sweet, tones to sing</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4146">
<rs type="song">The unintelligible song</rs>.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B8_lg487">
<l rend="i2" n="4147">
<rs type="art" subtype="fiber">The thread she spun it gleamed like gold</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4148">In the light of the odorous fire,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4149">
<rs type="art" subtype="fiber">And yet so wonderous thin,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4150">
<rs type="art" subtype="fiber">That save when the light shone on it</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4151">
<rs type="art" subtype="fiber">It could not be seen by the eye.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4152">
<rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">The youth</rs> sate watching it,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4153">And she beheld his wonder.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4154">And then again she spake to him</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4155">
<rs type="song">And still her speech was song,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4156">
<rs type="song">
<rs type="art" subtype="fiber">"Now twine it round thy hands <rs type="person" ref="Maimuna">I</rs> say,</rs>
</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4157">
<rs type="song">
<rs type="art" subtype="fiber">"Now twine it round thy hands I pray,</rs>
</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4158">
<rs type="song">
<rs type="art" subtype="fiber">"My thread is small, my thread is
fine,</rs>
</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4159">
<rs type="song">"But he must be</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4160">
<rs type="song">"A stronger than <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">thee</rs>,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4161">
<rs type="song">
<rs type="art" subtype="fiber">"Who can break this thread of mine!"</rs>
</rs>
</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B8_lg488">
<l rend="i2" n="4162">
<rs type="person" ref="Maimuna">And up she raised her bright blue eyes</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4163">
<rs type="person" ref="Maimuna">And sweetly she smiled</rs> on him,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4164">And <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">he conceived no
ill</rs>.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4165">
<rs type="art" subtype="fiber">And round and round his right hand,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4166">
<rs type="art" subtype="fiber">And round and round his left,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4167">
<rs type="art" subtype="fiber">He wound the thread so fine.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4168">And then again <rs type="person" ref="Maimuna">the
Woman</rs> spake,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4169">
<rs type="song">And still her speech was song,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4170">
<rs type="art" subtype="fiber">"Now thy strength, <persName ref="Thalaba">O
Stranger</persName>, strain,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4171">
<rs type="art" subtype="fiber">"Now then break the slender chain."</rs>
</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B8_lg489">
<l rend="i2" n="4172">
<rs type="art" subtype="fiber">
<persName>Thalaba</persName> strove, but the thread</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4173">
<rs type="art" subtype="fiber">Was woven by magic hands,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4174">And in his cheek the flush of shame</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4175">Arose, commixt with fear.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4176">She beheld and laughed at him,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4177">
<rs type="song">And then again she sung,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4178">
<rs type="song">
<rs type="art" subtype="fiber">"My thread is small, my thread is
fine,</rs>
</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4179">
<rs type="song">"But he must be</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4180">
<rs type="song">"A stronger than thee</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4181">
<rs type="song">
<rs type="art" subtype="fiber">"Who can break this thread of mine."</rs>
</rs>
</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B8_lg490">
<l rend="i2" n="4182">
<rs type="person" ref="Maimuna">And up she raised her bright blue eyes</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4183">
<rs type="person" ref="Maimuna">And fiercely she smiled</rs> on him,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4184">
<rs type="song">"I thank thee, I thank thee, <persName ref="Thalaba">
<persName>Hodeirah</persName>'s Son</persName>!</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4185">
<rs type="song">"I thank thee for doing what can't be undone,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4186">
<rs type="song">
<rs type="art" subtype="fiber">"For binding thyself in the chain I have
spun!"</rs>
</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4187">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">Then from his head she wrenched</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4188">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">A lock of his raven hair,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4189">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">And cast it in the fire</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4190">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">And cried aloud as it burnt,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4191">
<rs type="song">"<rs type="person" ref="Khawla">Sister</rs>! Sister! hear my
voice!</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4192">
<rs type="song">"<rs type="person" ref="Khawla">Sister</rs>! Sister! come
and rejoice,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4193">
<rs type="song">
<rs type="art" subtype="fiber">"The web is spun,</rs>
</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4194">
<rs type="song">"The prize is won,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4195">
<rs type="song">"The work is done,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4196">
<rs type="song">"For I have made captive <persName ref="Thalaba">
<persName>Hoderiah</persName>'s Son</persName>."</rs>
</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B8_lg491">
<l rend="i4" n="4197">Borne in her <rs type="machine">magic car</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4198">The <rs type="person" ref="Khawla">Sister Sorceress</rs>
came,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4199">
<persName>Khawla</persName>, the fiercest of the Sorcerer brood.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4200">She gazed upon <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">the
youth</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4201">
<rs type="art" subtype="fiber">She bade him break the slender thread,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4202">She laughed aloud for scorn,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4203">She clapt her hands for joy.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B8_lg492">
<l rend="i2" n="4204">The <persName>She Bear</persName> from the <rs type="hunt">chase</rs> came in,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4205">
<rs type="hunt">She bore the prey in her bloody mouth,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4206">She laid it at <persName>Maimuna</persName>'s feet,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4207">And she looked up with wistful eyes</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4208">As if to ask her share.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4209">"There! there!" quoth <persName>Maimuna</persName>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4210">And pointing to the <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">prisoner youth</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4211">She spurned him with her foot,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4212">And bade her make her meal.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4213">But soon their mockery failed them</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4214">And anger and shame arose,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4215">For the <persName>She Bear</persName> fawned on
<persName>Thalaba</persName>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4216">And quietly licked his hand.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B8_lg493">
<l rend="i0" n="4217">The <rs type="person" ref="Maimuna">grey haired
Sorceress</rs> stamped the ground</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4218">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">And called <name type="divin">a
Spirit</name> up,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4219">"Shall we bear <persName ref="Thalaba">the
Enemy</persName>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4220">"To <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Domdaniel_Cave">the dungeon dens below</rs>?"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B8_lg494">
<l rend="i8" n="4221">
<name type="divin">SPIRIT</name>.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B8_lg495">
<l rend="i0" n="4222">Woe! woe! to <orgName>our Empire</orgName> woe!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4223">If ever <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">he</rs> tread <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Domdaniel_Cave">the caverns
below</rs>.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B8_lg496">
<l rend="i8" n="4224">
<persName>MAIMUNA</persName>.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B8_lg497">
<l rend="i0" n="4225">Shall we leave him fettered here</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4226">With hunger and cold to die?</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B8_lg498">
<l rend="i8" n="4227">
<name type="divin">SPIRIT</name>.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B8_lg499">
<l rend="i0" n="4228">Away from <rs type="building" subtype="house">thy lonely
dwelling</rs> fly!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4229">Here I see a danger nigh</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4230">That he should live and thou shouldst die.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B8_lg500">
<l rend="i8" n="4231">
<persName>MAIMUNA</persName>.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B8_lg501">
<l rend="i0" n="4232">Whither must we bear the foe?</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B8_lg502">
<l rend="i8" n="4233">
<name type="divin">SPIRIT</name>.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B8_lg503">
<l rend="i0" n="4234">To <rs type="metaplace" subtype="barrier" ref="Mohareb_Island">
<persName>Mohareb</persName>'s <geogFeat>island</geogFeat>
</rs> go,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4235">There shalt thou secure the foe,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4236">There prevent thy future woe.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B8_lg504">
<l rend="i2" n="4237">Then in <rs type="machine">the Car</rs> they threw</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4238">The fettered <persName>Thalaba</persName>,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4239">And took their seats, and set</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4240">Their feet upon his neck,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4241">
<persName>Maimuna</persName> held the reins</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4242">And <persName>Khawla</persName> shook the scourge</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4243">And away!
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_143">
<p> My readers will recollect <bibl>the Lenora</bibl>. The unwilling
resemblance has been forced upon me by the subject. I could not
turn aside from the road because <persName>Burger</persName> had
travelled it before. <rs type="song" subtype="English">The "Old
Woman of Berkely"</rs> has been foolishly called an imitation of
that inimitable Ballad: the likeness is of the same kind as
<bibl><!--Are these place names or balladeers, or ballads?-->between
Macedon and Monmouth</bibl> . Both are Ballads, and there is a
Horse in both.</p>
</note>
away! away!</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4244">
<rs type="machine">They were no steeds of mortal race</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4245">
<rs type="machine">That drew the magic car</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4246">
<rs type="machine">With the swiftness of feet and of wings.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4247">
<rs type="place" ref="polar">The snow-dust rises behind them,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4248">
<rs type="place" ref="polar">The <geogFeat>ice-rocks</geogFeat> splinters
fly,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4249">And hark! in <geogFeat>the valley</geogFeat> below</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4250">The sound of their <rs type="machine">chariot wheels</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4251">And they are far <geogFeat>over the
mountains</geogFeat>.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4252">Away! away! away!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4253">
<orgName>The Demons of the air</orgName>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4254">Shout their joy as <orgName ref="Khawla Maimuna">the
Sisters</orgName> pass,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4255">
<orgName>The Ghosts of the Wicked</orgName> that wander by night</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4256">Flit over the <rs type="machine">magic car</rs>.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4257">Away! away! away!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4258">Over the <geogFeat>hills</geogFeat> and the
<geogFeat>plains</geogFeat>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4259">Over the <geogFeat>rivers</geogFeat> and
<geogFeat>rocks</geogFeat>,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4260">Over the <geogFeat>sands of the shore</geogFeat>;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4261">
<geogFeat>The waves of <placeName ref="Ocean">ocean</placeName>
heave</geogFeat>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4262">
<rs type="machine">Under the magic steeds,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4263">
<rs type="machine">With unwet hoofs they trample the deep</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4264">And now they reach <rs type="metaplace" subtype="barrier" ref="Mohareb_Island">the Island <geogFeat>coast</geogFeat>
</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4265">And away to <settlement type="city">the city</settlement>
the <persName ref="Mohareb">Monarch</persName>'s abode.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4266">Open fly <settlement type="city">the city
gates</settlement>,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4267">Open fly <rs type="building" subtype="palace">the iron
doors</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4268">
<rs type="building" subtype="palace">The doors of the palace court.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4269">Then stopt the <rs type="machine">charmed car</rs>.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4270">The <persName ref="Mohareb">Monarch</persName> heard the
<rs type="machine">chariot wheels</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4271">And forth he came to greet</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4272">
<rs type="person" ref="Khawla">The Mistress whom he served</rs>.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4273">He knew <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">the captive
youth</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4274">And <persName>Thalaba</persName> beheld</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4275">
<persName>Mohareb</persName> in
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_144">
<p> How came <persName>Mohareb</persName> to be Sultan of this <rs type="metaplace" subtype="barrier" ref="Mohareb_Island">Island</rs>? Every one who has read <bibl>Don Quixote</bibl>
knows that there are always <geogFeat>Islands</geogFeat> to be had
by <orgName>Adventurers</orgName>. He killed <persName>the former
Sultan</persName> and reigned in his stead. What could not <rs type="person">a Domdanielite</rs> perform? The narration would
have interrupted the flow of the main story.</p>
</note>
the robes of royalty,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4276">Whom erst <rs type="person" subtype="Thalaba">his
arm</rs> had thrust</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4277">
<rs type="place" ref="bitumen_pit">Down the <rs type="earthworks" subtype="mine">bitumen pit</rs>
</rs>.</l>
</lg>
</div>
<!--ebb:FINISHED Book EIGHT July 9 2013 at 3:25 AM-->
<div type="book" xml:id="Book_9">
<!--ebb: STARTED HERE July 8 2013-->
<head>THE NINTH BOOK.</head>
<lg xml:id="B9_lg505">
<l rend="i2" n="4278">"Go up, my Sister <persName>Maimuna</persName>,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4279">"<rs type="science" subtype="astro">Go up, and <rs type="script" subtype="nature">read the stars</rs>
</rs>!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B9_lg506">
<l rend="i0" n="4280">Lo! on <rs type="place">
<rs type="building" subtype="tower">the terrace of the topmost tower</rs>
</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4281">She stands; her darkening eyes,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4282">Her fine face raised to <rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest" ref="sky">heaven</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4283">Her white hair flowing like the silver streams </l>
<l rend="i4" n="4284"> That streak the northern night.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B9_lg507">
<l rend="i4" n="4285">They hear her coming tread,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4286">They lift their asking eyes,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4287">Her face is serious, her unwilling lips</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4288">Slow to the tale of ill.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4289">
<rs type="script" subtype="nature">"What hast thou read? what hast thou
read?"</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4290">Quoth <persName>Khawla</persName> in alarm.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4291">
<rs type="script" subtype="nature">"Danger ... death ... judgement!"</rs>
<persName>Maimuna</persName> replied.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B9_lg508">
<l rend="i0" n="4292">"Is that <rs type="science" subtype="astro">
<rs type="script" subtype="nature">the language of the lights of
Heaven</rs>
</rs>?"</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4293">Exclaimed <rs type="person" ref="Khawla">the sterner
Witch</rs>.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4294">"Creatures of <name type="divin">Allah</name>, they
perform his will.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4295">"And with their lying menaces would daunt</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4296">"Our credulous folly....
<persName>Maimuna</persName>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4297">"I never liked <rs type="science" subtype="astro">this
uncongenial lore</rs>!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4298">"Better befits <rs type="science" subtype="orac">to make
the sacrifice</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4299">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">"Of Divination; so shall I</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4300">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">"Be mine own Oracle.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4301">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">"Command <orgName>the victims</orgName>
thou, O <persName ref="Mohareb">King</persName>!</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4302">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">"Male and female they must be,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4303">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">"Thou knowest the needful rites.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4304">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">"Meanwhile I purify the place."</rs>
</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B9_lg509">
<l rend="i0" n="4305">
<persName ref="Mohareb">The Sultan</persName> went; <persName ref="Khawla">the Sorceress</persName> rose,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4306">And <rs type="science" subtype="orac">North and South and
East and West</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4307">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">She faced the points of <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Heaven</rs>,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4308">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">And ever where she turned</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4309">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">She laid her hand upon the wall,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4310">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">And up she looked and smote the air,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4311">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">And down she stooped and smote the
floor,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4312">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">"To <name type="divin">Eblis</name> and
his servants</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4313">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">"I consecrate the place,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4314">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">"Let none intrude but they!</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4315">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">"Whatever hath the breath of life,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4316">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">"Whatever hath the sap of life,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4317">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">"Let it be blasted and die!"</rs>
</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B9_lg510">
<l rend="i4" n="4318">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">Now all is
prepared;</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4319">
<persName>Mohareb</persName> returns,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4320">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">The Circle is
drawn,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4321">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">The
<orgName>Victims</orgName> have bled,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4322">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">
<persName>The Youth</persName> and
<persName>the Maid</persName>.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4323">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">She in the circle holds
in either hand</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4324">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">Clenched by the hair, a
head,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4325">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">The heads of the Youth
and the Maid.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4326">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">"Go out ye lights!"
quoth <persName>Khawla</persName>,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4327">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">And in darkness began
the spell.</rs>
</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B9_lg511">
<l rend="i0" n="4328">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">With spreading arms <rs type="person" ref="Khawla">she</rs> whirls around</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4329">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">Rapidly,
rapidly</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4330">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">Ever around and
around;</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4331">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">And loudly she calls
the while</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4332">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">"Eblis! <name type="divin">Eblis</name>!"</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4333">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">Loudly,
incessantly,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4334">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">Still she calls "Eblis!
<name type="divin">Eblis</name>!"</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4335">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">Giddily, giddily, still
she whirls,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4336">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">Loudly, incessantly,
still she calls;</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4337">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">The motion is ever the
same,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4338">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">Ever around and
around;</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4339">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">The calling is still
the same</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4340">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">Still it is "Eblis!
<name type="divin">Eblis</name>!"</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4341">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">And her voice is a
shapeless yell,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4342">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">And dizzily rolls her
brain,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4343">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">And now she is full of
<name type="divin">the Fiend</name>.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4344">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">She stops, she rocks,
she reels!</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4345">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">Look! look! she appears
in the darkness!</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4346">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">Her flamy hairs curl
up</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4347">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">All living, like the
Meteor's locks of light!</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4348">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">Her eyes are like <rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest" ref="sky">the sickly
Moon</rs>!</rs>
</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B9_lg512">
<l rend="i4" n="4349">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">
<rs type="person" ref="Khawla">It is her lips that move,</rs>
</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4350">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">
<rs type="person" ref="Khawla">Her tongue</rs> that shapes the
sound,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4351">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">But whose is <name type="divin">the Voice</name> that proceeds?</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4352">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">"Ye may hope and ye may
fear,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4353">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">
<rs type="science" subtype="astro">"The danger of his stars is
near.</rs>
</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4354">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">"<persName ref="Mohareb">Sultan</persName>! if he perish, woe!</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4355">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">"<name type="myth">Fate</name> has written one death-blow</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4356">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">"For
<persName>Mohareb</persName> and the Foe?</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4357">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">"Triumph! triumph! only
<rs type="person" ref="Maimuna">she</rs>
</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4358">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">"That <rs type="art" subtype="fiber">knit his bonds</rs> can set him free."</rs>
</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B9_lg513">
<l rend="i4" n="4359">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">
<rs type="person" ref="Khawla">She</rs> spake the Oracle,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4360">
<rs type="science" subtype="orac">And senselessly she fell.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4361">They knelt in care beside her,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4362">
<rs type="person" ref="Maimuna">Her Sister</rs> and <persName ref="Mohareb">the King</persName>.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4363">They sprinkled her palms with water,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4364">They wetted her nostrils with blood.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4365">
<rs type="dream">She wakes as from a dream,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4366">She asks <rs type="science" subtype="orac">the uttered
<name type="divin">Voice</name>
</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4367">But when she heard, an anger and a grief</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4368">Darkened her wrinkling brow.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4369">"Then let <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">him</rs> live
in long captivity!"</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4370">She answered: but <persName>Mohareb</persName>'s
quickened eye</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4371">Perused her sullen countenance</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4372">That lied not with the lips.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4373">
<rs type="person" ref="Mohareb">A miserable man!</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4374">What boots it, that, <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Domdaniel_Cave">in central caves</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4375">
<orgName>The Powers of Evil</orgName> at <rs type="religion" subtype="idol">his Baptism pledged</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4376">
<rs type="religion" subtype="idol">The Sacrament of Hell</rs>?</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4377">His death secures them now.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4378">What boots it that they gave</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4379">
<rs type="art" subtype="gem">
<persName>Abdaldar</persName>'s guardian ring</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4380">When thro' another's life</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4381">The blow may reach his own?</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B9_lg514">
<l rend="i4" n="4382">He sought the <rs type="building" subtype="prison">dungeon cell</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4383">Where <persName>Thalaba</persName> was laid.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4384">'Twas <time>the grey morning twilight</time>, and the
voice</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4385">
<rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">Of <persName>Thalaba</persName> in
prayer,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4386">
<rs type="script" subtype="holy">With words of hallowed import</rs>,
smote</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4387">
<persName ref="Mohareb">The King</persName>'s alarmed sense.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4388">
<rs type="building" subtype="prison">The grating of the heavy hinge</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4389">Roused not <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">the Arabian
youth</rs>;</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4390">Nor lifted he his earthward face</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4391">At sound of coming feet.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4392">Nor did <persName>Mohareb</persName> with unholy
voice</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4393">Disturb the duty: silent, spirit-awed,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4394">Envious, heart-humbled, he beheld</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4395">
<rs type="script" subtype="holy">The dungeon-peace of piety</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4396">Till <persName>Thalaba</persName>, <rs type="script" subtype="holy">the perfect rite performed</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4397">Raised his calm eye; then spake <persName ref="Mohareb">the Island-Chief</persName>.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4398">"<rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">Arab!</rs> my guidance
thro' <rs type="place" ref="bitumen_pit">the dangerous Cave</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4399">"Thy service overpaid,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4400">"<rs type="person" ref="Mohareb">An unintended friend in
enmity</rs>.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4401">"The hand that caught thy <rs type="art" subtype="gem">ring</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4402">"Received and bore me to the scene I sought.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4403">"Now know me grateful. I return</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4404">"<rs type="art" subtype="gem">That amulet, thy only
safety here</rs>."</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B9_lg515">
<l rend="i0" n="4405">Artful he spake, with show of gratitude</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4406">Veiling the selfish deed.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4407">
<rs type="art" subtype="gem">Locked in the magic chain</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4408">
<rs type="science" subtype="electric">The powerless hand of
<persName>Thalaba</persName>
</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4409">
<rs type="science" subtype="electric">Received again the Spell</rs>.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4410">Remembering then with what an ominous faith</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4411">First he drew on <rs type="art" subtype="gem">the
gem</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4412">The Youth repeats <rs type="script" subtype="holy">his
words of augury</rs>;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4413">
<rs type="script" subtype="holy">"In <name type="divin">God</name>'s name
and <persName ref="Mohammed">the Prophet</persName>'s! be its power</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4414">
<rs type="script" subtype="holy">"Good, let it serve the holy! if for
evil</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4415">
<rs type="script" subtype="holy">"<name type="divin">God</name> and my faith
shall hallow it.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4416">
<rs type="script" subtype="holy">"Blindly the wicked work</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4417">
<rs type="script" subtype="holy">"The righteous will of <name type="divin">Heaven</name>!"</rs>
</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B9_lg516">
<l rend="i2" n="4418">So <persName>Thalaba</persName> received again</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4419">
<rs type="script" subtype="eng">The written <rs type="art" subtype="gem">ring of gold</rs>.</rs>
</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B9_lg517">
<l rend="i2" n="4420">Thoughtful awhile <persName>Mohareb</persName> stood</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4421">And eyed the captive youth.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4422">Then, building skilfully the sophist speech,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4423">Thus he began. "Brave art thou,
<persName>Thalaba</persName>!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4424">"And wherefore are we foes!... for I would buy</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4425">"Thy friendship at a princely price, and make thee</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4426">"To thine own welfare wise.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4427">
<rs type="religion" subtype="dual">"Hear me! in <name type="myth">Nature</name> are <orgName>two hostile Gods</orgName>,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4428">
<rs type="religion" subtype="dual">"Makers and Masters of existing
things,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4429">"<rs type="religion" subtype="dual">"Equal in
power</rs>:... nay hear me patiently!...</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4430">
<rs type="religion" subtype="dual">"Equal ... for look around thee! the same
<placeName ref="Earth_planet">Earth</placeName>
</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4431">
<rs type="religion" subtype="dual">"<rs type="science" subtype="chem">Bears
fruit and poison</rs>; where the Camel finds</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4432">
<rs type="religion" subtype="dual">"His fragrant
<!--ebb CODED TO HERE Tues 7/9 at 4:25 AM-->
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_145">
<p>
<rs type="husbandry" subtype="mammal">In this
<geogFeat>valley</geogFeat>, we found plenty of provender
for our cattle: rosemary bushes, and other shrubs of uncommon
fragance, which, being natives of the desert, are still
perhaps without a name. Though these scented plants are the
usual food of the camel, it is remarkable that his breath is
insufferably nauseous. But when he is pushed by hunger, he
devours thistles and prickles indiscriminately, without the
least damage to his mouth, which seems proof to the sharpest
thorns.</rs>
<bibl>Eyles Irwin.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
food, <rs type="science" subtype="chem">the horned Viper
there</rs>
</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4433">
<rs type="religion" subtype="dual">"<rs type="science" subtype="chem">Sucks
in the juice of death; <name type="elemental">the Elements</name>
</rs>
</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4434">
<rs type="religion" subtype="dual">"Now serve the use of
<orgName>man</orgName>, and now assert</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4435">
<rs type="religion" subtype="dual">"Dominion o'er his weakness; dost thou
hear</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4436">
<rs type="religion" subtype="dual">"The sound of merriment and nuptial
song?</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4437">
<rs type="religion" subtype="dual">"From the next house proceeds the
mourner's cry</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4438">
<rs type="religion" subtype="dual">"Lamenting o'er the dead. Sayest thou
that Sin</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4439">
<rs type="religion" subtype="dual">"Entered <rs type="place" ref="the_world">the world</rs> of <name type="divin">Allah</name>? that the
Fiend</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4440">
<rs type="religion" subtype="dual">"Permitted for a season, prowls for
prey?</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4441">
<rs type="religion" subtype="dual">"When to thy tent the venomous serpent
creeps</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4442">
<rs type="religion" subtype="dual">"Dost thou not crush the reptile? even
so,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4443">
<rs type="religion" subtype="dual">"Besure, had <name type="divin">Allah</name> crushed his Enemy,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4444">
<rs type="religion" subtype="dual">"But that the power was wanting. From the
first,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4445">
<rs type="religion" subtype="dual">"Eternal as themselves their warfare
is,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4446">
<rs type="religion" subtype="dual">"To the end it must endure. Evil and
Good....</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4447">
<rs type="religion" subtype="dual">"<rs type="script" subtype="holy">What
are they <persName>Thalaba</persName> but words</rs>? in the
strife</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4448">
<rs type="religion" subtype="dual">"Of <orgName>
<name type="divin">Angels</name>
</orgName>, as of <orgName>men</orgName>, <orgName>the weak</orgName> are
guilty;</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4449">
<rs type="religion" subtype="dual">"<name type="divin">Power</name> must
decide. The <orgName>Spirits of the Dead</orgName>
</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4450">
<rs type="religion" subtype="dual">"Quitting their mortal mansion, enter
not,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4451">
<rs type="religion" subtype="dual">"As falsely ye are preached, <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin" ref="the_other_world">their final
seat</rs>
</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4452">
<rs type="religion" subtype="dual">"Of bliss, or bale; nor <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">in the sepulchre</rs>
</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4453">
<rs type="religion" subtype="dual">"Sleep they the long long sleep: each
joins <orgName>the host</orgName>
</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4454">
<rs type="religion" subtype="dual">"Of his <name type="divin">great
Leader</name>, aiding in the war</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4455">
<rs type="religion" subtype="dual">"Whose fate involves his own.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4456">
<rs type="religion" subtype="dual">"Woe to <orgName>the vanquished</orgName>
then!</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4457">
<rs type="religion" subtype="dual">"Woe to <orgName>the sons of
man</orgName> who followed him!</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4458">
<rs type="religion" subtype="dual">"They with their <name type="divin">Leader</name>, thro' <time>eternity</time>,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4459">
<rs type="religion" subtype="dual">"Must howl <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin" ref="Hell">in central fires</rs>.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4460">
<rs type="religion" subtype="dual">
<rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">"Thou <persName>Thalaba</persName>
hast chosen ill thy part,</rs>
</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4461">
<rs type="religion" subtype="dual">
<rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">"If choice it may be called, where
will was not,</rs>
</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4462">
<rs type="religion" subtype="dual">"Nor searching doubt, nor judgement wise
to weigh.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4463">
<rs type="religion" subtype="dual">"Hard is the service of the <name type="divin">Power</name> beneath</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4464">
<rs type="religion" subtype="dual">"Whose banners thou wert born; his
discipline</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4465">
<rs type="religion" subtype="dual">"Severe, yea cruel; and his wages,
rich</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4466">
<rs type="religion" subtype="dual">"Only in promise; who has seen the
pay?</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4467">
<rs type="religion" subtype="dual">"For us ... the pleasures of <rs type="place" ref="the_world">the world</rs> are ours,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4468">
<rs type="religion" subtype="dual">"Riches and rule, <rs type="place" ref="the_world">the kingdoms of the <placeName ref="Earth_planet">Earth</placeName>
</rs>.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4469">
<rs type="religion" subtype="dual">"We met in <placeName>Babylon</placeName>
<orgName>adventurers both</orgName>,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4470">
<rs type="religion" subtype="dual">"Each zealous for the <name type="divin">hostile Power</name> he served:</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4471">
<rs type="religion" subtype="dual">"We meet again; thou feelest what thou
art,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4472">
<rs type="religion" subtype="dual">"Thou seest <rs type="person" ref="Mohareb">what I am, the Sultan here,</rs>
</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4473">
<rs type="religion" subtype="dual">"<rs type="person" ref="Mohareb">The Lord
of Life and Death</rs>.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4474">
<rs type="religion" subtype="dual">"Abandon him who has abandoned thee,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4475">
<rs type="religion" subtype="dual">"And be as I am, great among
<orgName>mankind</orgName>!"</rs>
</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B9_lg518">
<l rend="i0" n="4476">
<rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">The Captive</rs> did not, hasty to
confute</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4477">Break of that subtle speech,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4478">But when the expectant silence of <persName ref="Mohareb">the King</persName>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4479">Looked for his answer, then spake
<persName>Thalaba</persName>.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4480">"And <rs type="religion" subtype="dual">this then is thy
faith! this monstrous creed!</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4481">
<rs type="religion" subtype="dual">"This lie against <rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest" ref="stars">the Sun and Moon and Stars</rs>
</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4482">"And <placeName ref="Earth_planet">Earth</placeName> and
<rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Heaven</rs>! <rs type="person" ref="Mohareb">blind man who canst not see</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4483">"How all things work the best! who wilt not know</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4484">"That <time>in the Manhood of <placeName ref="the_world">the World</placeName>
</time>, whate'er</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4485">"Of folly marked <time>its Infancy</time>, of vice</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4486">"Sullied <time>its Youth</time>, <time>ripe Wisdom</time>
shall cast off,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4487">"Stablished in good, and knowing evil safe.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4488">"Sultan <persName>Mohareb</persName>, yes, ye have me
here</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4489">"In chains; but not forsaken, tho' opprest:</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4490">"Cast down, but not destroyed. Shall danger daunt,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4491">"Shall death dismay his soul, whose life is given</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4492">"For<name type="divin">God</name>and for his
<orgName>brethren of mankind</orgName>?</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4493">"Alike rewarded, in that noble cause,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4494">"<rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin" ref="Heaven">The
<orgName>Conquerors</orgName> and the <orgName>Martyrs</orgName> palm
above</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4495">"<rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin" ref="Heaven">Beam
with one glory</rs>. Hope ye that my blood</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4496">"Can quench <rs type="image" subtype="human">the dreaded
flame</rs>? and know ye not</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4497">"That leagued against you are <orgName>the Just and
Wise</orgName>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4498">"And all Good Actions of <time>all ages past</time>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4499">"Yea your own Crimes, and Truth, and<name type="divin">God</name>in <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Heaven</rs>!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B9_lg519">
<l rend="i2" n="4500">"<rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">Slave!</rs>" quoth
<persName>Mohareb</persName>, and his lips</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4501">Quivered with eager wrath.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4502">"<rs type="person" ref="Mohareb">I</rs> have thee! thou
shalt feel my power,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4503">"And in thy <rs type="building" subtype="prison">dungeon</rs> loathsomeness</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4504">"Rot piece-meal, limb from limb!"</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4505">And out <rs type="person" ref="Mohareb">the Tyrant</rs>
rushes,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4506">And all impatient of the thoughts</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4507">That cankered in his heart,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4508">Seeks in the giddiness of boisterous sport</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4509">Short respite from the avenging power within.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B9_lg520">
<l rend="i4" n="4510">
<rs type="person" ref="Khawla">What Woman is she</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4511">So wrinkled and old,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4512">That goes to <geogFeat>the wood</geogFeat>?</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4513">She leans on her staff</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4514">With a tottering step,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4515">She tells her bead-strings slow</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4516">Thro' fingers dulled by age.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4517">
<orgName>The wanton boys</orgName> bemock her.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4518">The <rs type="person">babe in arms</rs> that meets <rs type="person" ref="Khawla">her</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4519">Turns round with quick affright</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4520">And clings to <rs type="person">his nurse</rs>'s
neck.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B9_lg521">
<l rend="i2" n="4521">Hark! hark! <rs type="hunt">the hunter's cry</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4522">
<rs type="hunt">
<persName>Mohareb</persName> gone to the chase!</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4523">
<rs type="hunt">The dogs with eager yell</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4524">
<rs type="hunt">Are struggling to be free;</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4525">
<rs type="hunt">The hawks in frequent stoop</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4526">
<rs type="hunt">Token their haste for flight;</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4527">
<rs type="hunt">And couchant on the saddle-bow,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4528">
<rs type="hunt">With tranquil eyes and talons
sheathed</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4529">
<rs type="hunt">The ounce expects his liberty.</rs>
</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B9_lg522">
<l rend="i4" n="4530">Propt on the staff that shakes</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4531">Beneath her trembling weight,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4532">
<rs type="person" ref="Khawla">The Old Woman</rs> sees <rs type="hunt">them
pass</rs>.</l>
<l rend="i6" n="4533">Halloa! halloa!</l>
<l rend="i6" n="4534">
<rs type="hunt">The game is up!</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i6" n="4535">
<rs type="hunt">The dogs are loosed</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4536">
<rs type="hunt">The deer bounds over the plain,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4537">
<rs type="hunt">The lagging dogs behind</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i6" n="4538">
<rs type="hunt">Follow from afar!</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4539">
<rs type="husbandry" subtype="avian">But lo! the Falcon o'er his
head</rs>.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4540">
<rs type="husbandry" subtype="avian">Hovers with hostile
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_146">
<p> The hawk is used at <placeName>Aleppo</placeName> in taking the
hare. "As soon as the hare is put up, one, or a brace of the
nearest greyhounds are slipped, and <persName>the
Falconer</persName> galloping after them, throws off his
hawk. The hare cannot run long where the hawk behaves properly,
but sometimes getting the start of the dogs, she gains the next
hill and escapes. It now and then happens when the hawk is
fierce and voracious in an unusual degree, that the hare is
struck dead at the first stroke, but that is very uncommon; for
the hawks preferred for hare hunting are taught to pounce and
buffet the game, not to seize it, and they rise a little between
each attack, to descend again with fresh force. In this manner
the game is confused and retarded, till the greyhounds come in.
<bibl>Russell.</bibl>
</p>
<p> The Shaheen or Falcon Gentle, flies at a more dangerous game.
Were there not, says <persName>the elder Russell</persName>,
<orgName>several gentlemen now in
<placeName>England</placeName>
</orgName> to bear witness to the truth of what I am going to
relate, I should hardly venture to assert that with this bird,
which is about the size of a pigeon, they sometimes take large
Eagles. The Hawk in former times was taught to seize the Eagle
under his pinion, and thus depriving him of the use of one wing,
both birds fell to the ground together: but I am informed the
present mode is to teach the Hawk to fix on the back between the
wings, which has the same effect, only that the bird tumbling
down more slowly, the Falconer has more time to come in to his
Hawk's assistance; but in either case, if he be not very
expeditious, the Falcon is inevitably destroyed. </p>
<p>
<persName>Dr. Patrick Russell</persName> says, this sport was
disused in his time, probably from its ending more frequently in
the death of the Falcon than of the Eagle. But he had often seen
the Shaheen take Herons and Storks. "The hawk when thrown off
flies for some time in a horizontal line not six feet from the
ground, then mounting perpendicularly with astonishing
swiftness, he seizes his prey under the wing, and both together
come tumbling to the ground. If the Falconer is not expeditious
the game soon disengages itself. </p>
<p>
<orgName>We</orgName> saw about twenty antelopes, which,
however, were so very shy, that we could not get near enough to
have a shot, nor do I think it possible to take them without
hawks, the mode usually practised in those countries. The
swiftest greyhounds would be of no use, for the antelopes are
much swifter of foot than any animal I ever saw before.
<bibl>Jackson's Journey over Land.</bibl>
</p>
<p>
<rs type="place" ref="Persia">
<orgName>The Persians</orgName> train their hawks thus.</rs>
They take the whole skin of a stag, of the head, body, and legs,
and stuff it with straw to the shape of the animal. After fixing
it in the place where they usually train the bird, they place
his food upon the head of the stuffed stag, and chiefly in the
two cavities of the eyes, that the Bird may strike there. Having
accustomed him for several days to eat in this manner, they
fasten the feet of the stag to a plank which runs upon wheels,
which is drawn by cords from a distance; and from day to day
they draw it faster, insensibly to accustom the Bird not to quit
his prey; and at last they draw the stag by a horse at full
speed. They do the same with the wild boar, the ass, the fox,
the hare, and other beasts of chase.—They are even taught to
stop a horseman at full speed, nor will they quit him till
<persName>the Falconer</persName> recalls them and shows them
their food. <bibl>Tavernier.</bibl>
</p>
<p> As the <orgName>Persians</orgName> are very patient and not
deterred by difficulty, they delight in training the Crow in the
same manner as the Hawk. <bibl>Tavernier.</bibl>
</p>
<p>
<bibl>I do not recollect in what history or romance</bibl> there
is a tale of two dogs trained in this manner to destroy
<persName>a Tyrant</persName>. But I believe it is an
historical fiction. <orgName>The farmers in
<placeName>Norway</placeName>
</orgName> believe that the Eagle will sometimes attack a deer,
in this enterprize he makes use of this stratagem; he soaks his
wings in water, and then covers them with sand and gravel, with
which he flies against the deer's face, and blinds him for a
time; the pain of this sets him running about like a distracted
creature, and frequently he tumbles down a rock or some steep
place, and breaks his neck; thus he becomes a prey to the eagle.
<bibl>Pontoppidan.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
wings,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4541">And buffets him with blinding strokes!</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4542">Dizzy with the deafening strokes</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4543">In blind and interrupted course,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4544">Poor beast be struggles on;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4545">And now the dogs are nigh!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4546">How his heart pants! you see</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4547">The panting of his heart;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4548">And tears like human tears</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4549">Roll down, along the big veins, fever-swoln;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4550">And now the death-sweat
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_147">
<p>
<rs type="place" ref="Portugal">I saw this appearance of death at a
bull-fight—the detestable amusement of the
<orgName>Spaniards</orgName> and
<orgName>Portugueze</orgName>. To the honour of <rs type="place" ref="England">our country</rs>, few
<orgName>Englishmen</orgName> visit these spectacles a second
time.</rs>
</p>
</note>
darkens his dun hide!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4551">His fear, his groans, his agony, his death,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4552">Are the sport and the joy and the triumph!</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B9_lg523">
<l rend="i4" n="4553">
<rs type="hunt">Halloa! another prey,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4554">
<rs type="hunt">The nimble Antelope!</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4555">
<rs type="hunt">The Ounce
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_148">
<p> They have a beast called an Ounce, spotted like a Tyger, but
very gentle and tame. A horseman carries it, and on perceiving
the Gazelle lets it loose: and tho' the Gazelle is incredibly
swift, it is so nimble that in three bounds it leaps upon the
neck of its prey. The Gazelle is a sort of small antelope, of
which the country is full. The Ounce immediately strangles it
with its sharp talons, but if unluckily it misses its blow and
the Gazelle escapes, it remains upon the spot ashamed and
confused, and at that moment a child might take or kill it
without its attempting to defend itself. <bibl>Tavernier.</bibl>
</p>
<p>
<orgName>The Kings of <placeName>Persia</placeName>
</orgName> are very fond of the chase, and it is principally in
that, that they display their magnificence. It happened one day
that <persName>Cha-Sefi</persName> wished to entertain all the
<orgName>Ambassadors</orgName> who were at his court, and
there were then <orgName>ministers there from
<placeName>Tartary</placeName>,
<placeName>Muscovy</placeName> and
<placeName>India</placeName>
</orgName>. He led them to the chase, and having taken in their
presence a great number of large animals, stags, does, hinds and
wild boars, he had them all dressed and eat the same day, and
<rs type="building" subtype="tower">while they were eating
<persName>an Architect</persName> was ordered to erect a
tower in the middle of <placeName>Ispahan</placeName>, only
with the heads of these animals: the remains of it are yet to
be seen. When the Tower was raised to its proper height,
<persName>the Architect</persName> came exultingly to
<persName ref="Cha-Sefi">the King</persName> who was then
at the banquet with <orgName>the Ambassadors</orgName>, and
informed him that nothing was wanting to finish the work
well, but the head of some large beast for the point.
<persName ref="Cha-Sefi">The Prince</persName> in his
drunkenness, and with a design of showing <orgName>the
Ambassadors</orgName> how absolute he was over
<orgName>his subjects</orgName>, turned sternly to
<persName>the Architect</persName>—<hi rend="italic">You
are right</hi>, said he, <hi rend="italic">and I do not
know where to find a better head than your own</hi>. The
unhappy man was obliged to lose his head, and the royal order
was immediately executed.</rs>
<bibl>Tavernier.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
is freed; one spring</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4556">
<rs type="hunt">And his talons are sheathed in her
shoulders,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4557">
<rs type="hunt">And his teeth are red in her
gore.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4558">
<rs type="hunt">There came a sound from <geogFeat>the
wood</geogFeat>,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4559"> Like the howl of the winter wind at night </l>
<l rend="i4" n="4560"> Around <rs type="building" subtype="house">a lonely
dwelling</rs>, </l>
<l rend="i2" n="4561">The Ounce whose gums were warm in his prey</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4562">He hears the summoning sound.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4563">In vain <rs type="person" ref="Mohareb">his master</rs>'s
voice</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4564">No longer dreaded now,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4565">Calls and recalls with threatful tone.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4566">Away to <geogFeat>the forest</geogFeat> he goes,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4567">For that <rs type="person" ref="Khawla">Old Woman</rs>
had laid</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4568">Her shrivelled finger on her shrivelled lips,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4569">And whistled with a long, long breath,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4570">And that long breath was the sound</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4571"> Like the howl of the winter wind at night </l>
<l rend="i4" n="4572"> Around a lonely dwelling. </l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B9_lg524">
<l rend="i4" n="4573">
<persName>Mohareb</persName> knew her not,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4574">As to the <rs type="hunt">chase</rs> he went,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4575">The glance of his proud eye</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4576">Passing in scorn o'er <rs type="person" ref="Khawla">age
and wretchedness</rs>.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4577">She stands <geogFeat>in the depth of the
wood</geogFeat>,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4578">And panting to her feet</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4579">Fawning and fearful creeps the charmed ounce.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4580">Well mayst thou fear, and vainly dost thou fawn!</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4581">
<rs type="science" subtype="shapeshift">
<rs type="person" ref="Khawla">Her form is changed, her visage new,</rs>
</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4582">Her power, her heart the same!</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4583">It is <persName>Khawla</persName> that stands in
<geogFeat>the wood</geogFeat>.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B9_lg525">
<l rend="i2" n="4584">
<rs type="science" subtype="botany">
<rs type="person" ref="Khawla">She</rs> knew <geogFeat>the place where
the <name type="elemental">mandrake</name> grew</geogFeat>,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4585">And round the neck of the ounce,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4586">And round the <name type="elemental">mandrake</name>'s
head</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4587">She tightens the ends of her cord.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4588">
<rs type="powerspeak" subtype="immun">Her ears are closed with wax,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4589">
<rs type="powerspeak" subtype="immun">And her prest finger fastens
them,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4590">
<rs type="powerspeak" subtype="immun">Deaf as the Adder, when with grounded
head</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4591">
<rs type="powerspeak" subtype="immun">And circled form, her avenues of
sound</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4592">
<rs type="powerspeak" subtype="immun">Barred safely, one slant eye</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4593">
<rs type="powerspeak" subtype="immun">Watches <persName>the
charmer</persName>'s lips</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4594">
<rs type="powerspeak" subtype="immun">Waste on the wind his
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_149">
<p> </p>
<q>
<lg>
<l rend="i0">A serpent which that aspidis</l>
<l rend="i0">Is cleped, of his kinde hath this,</l>
<l rend="i0">That he the stone noblest of all</l>
<l rend="i0">The whiche that men <rs type="art" subtype="gem">carbuncle</rs> call,</l>
<l rend="i0">Bereth in his head above on high.</l>
<l rend="i0">For whiche whan that a man by slight</l>
<l rend="i0">The stone to wynne, and him to dante,</l>
<l rend="i0">With his carecte him wolde enchante,</l>
<l rend="i0">Anone as he perceiveth that</l>
<l rend="i0">He leyth downe his one ear all plat</l>
<l rend="i0">Unto the ground, and halt it fast,</l>
<l rend="i0">And eke that other eare als faste</l>
<l rend="i0">He shoppeth with his taille so sore,</l>
<l rend="i0">
<rs type="powerspeak" subtype="immun">That he the wordes,
lasse or more</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0">
<rs type="powerspeak" subtype="immun">Of his enchantement
ne hereth.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0">
<rs type="powerspeak" subtype="immun">And in this wise
himself he skiereth,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0">
<rs type="powerspeak" subtype="immun">So that he hath the
wordes wayved,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0">
<rs type="powerspeak" subtype="immun">And thus his eare is
nought deceived.</rs>
</l>
</lg>
<bibl>
<author>Gower</author>.</bibl>
</q>
<p> Does not "the deaf adder, that heareth not the voice of the
charmer, charm he never so wisely," allude to some snake that
cannot be enticed by music, as they catch them in
<placeName>Egypt</placeName>?</p>
</note>
baffled witchery.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4613">The spotted ounce so beautiful</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4614">Springs forceful from the scourge:</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4615">The <name type="elemental" ref="mandrake">dying
plant</name> all agony,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4616">Feeling its life-strings crack,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4617">
<rs type="powerspeak">Uttered the unimaginable groan</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4618">
<rs type="powerspeak">That none can hear and live.</rs>
</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B9_lg527">
<l rend="i0" n="4619">Then from her victim servant <persName>Khawla</persName>
loosed</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4620">
<rs type="science" subtype="chem">The precious
poison</rs>, next with naked hand</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4621">
<rs type="science" subtype="botany">She plucked the
boughs of the <name type="elemental">manchineel</name>
</rs>.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4622">Then of <rs type="science" subtype="chem">the wormy
wax</rs> she took,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4623">
<rs type="science" subtype="chem">That from the
perforated
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_150">
<p>As for the wax it is the finest and whitest that may be had tho'
of bees: and there is such plenty as serves the whole empire.
<rs type="husbandry" subtype="worm">Several provinces produce
it, but that of <placeName>Huquam</placeName> exceeds all the
others, as well in quantity as whiteness. It is gathered in
the province of <placeName>Xantung</placeName> upon little
trees; but in that of <placeName>Huquam</placeName> upon
large ones, as bigas those of <rs type="place" ref="India">the Indian <rs type="building" subtype="tower">Pagods</rs>
</rs> , or chesnut-trees in <placeName>Europe</placeName> .
The way nature has found to produce it, to us appears strange
enough. There is in this province a creature, or insect of
the bigness of a flea, so sharp at stinging, that it not only
pierces the skins of men and beasts, but the boughs and
bodies of the trees. Those of the province of
<placeName>Xantung</placeName> are much valued; where the
inhabitants gather their eggs from the trees, and carry them
to sell in the province of <placeName>Huquam</placeName>. In
the spring, there come from these eggs certain worms, which
about the beginning of the summer they place at the foot of
the tree, whence they creep up, spreading themselves
wonderfully over all the branches. Having placed themselves
there, they gnaw, pierce, and bore to the very pith, and
their nourishment they convert into wax as white as snow,
which they drive out to the mouth of the hole they have made,
where it remains congealed in drops by the wind, and cold.
Then the owners of the trees gather it, and make it into
cakes as we do, which are sold about
<placeName>China</placeName>.</rs>
<bibl>Gemelli Careri.</bibl>
</p>
<p>
<persName>Du Halde</persName>'s account is somewhat different
from this, the worms, he says, fasten on the leaves of the tree,
and in a short time form combs of wax, much smaller than the
Honey Combs.</p>
</note>
tree forced out,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4624">Bewrayed its insect-parent's work within.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B9_lg528">
<l rend="i2" n="4625">In a <geogFeat>cavern of the wood</geogFeat> she sits</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4626">And <rs type="image" subtype="human">moulds the wax to
human form</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4627">
<rs type="image" subtype="human">And as her fingers
kneaded it,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4628">
<rs type="image" subtype="human">By magic accents, to the
mystic shape</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4629">
<rs type="image" subtype="human">Imparted with the life
of <persName>Thalaba</persName>
</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4630">
<rs type="image" subtype="human">In all its passive
powers</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4631">
<rs type="image" subtype="human">Mysterious
sympathy.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4632">
<rs type="image" subtype="human">With the <name type="elemental">Mandrake</name> and the <name type="elemental">Manchineel</name>
</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4633">
<rs type="image" subtype="human">She builds her pile
accurst.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4634">
<rs type="image" subtype="human">She lays her finger to
the pile,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4635">
<rs type="image" subtype="human">And blue and green, the
flesh</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4636">
<rs type="image" subtype="human">Glows with emitted
fire,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4637">
<rs type="image" subtype="human">A fire
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_151">
<p> It being notorious that fire enters into the composition of
<name type="myth">a Devil</name>, because he breathes smoke
and flames, there is an obvious propriety in supposing every
<name type="myth">Witch</name> her own tinder-box, as they
approximate to diabolic nature. <rs type="religion" subtype="Christian">I am sorry that I have not the
<title>Hierarchie of the Blessed Angels</title> to refer
to, otherwise by the best authorities, I could show that is
the trick of <name type="divin">Beelzebub</name> to parody
the costume of religion, the inflammability of
<orgName>Saints</orgName> may be abundantly exampled.</rs>
</p>
<p>
<rs type="place" ref="England">
<rs type="religion" subtype="Cathol">It happened <time>upon a
time</time>, before <persName>St. Elfled</persName> was
chosen Abbesse, that being in the <rs type="building" subtype="temple">Church</rs>
<time>at mattins, before day</time>, with <orgName>the
rest of her sisters</orgName>, and going into the
middest according to the custome, to read a lesson, the
candle wherewith she saw to read, chanced to be put out,
and thereupon wanting light, there came from the fingers
of her right hand such an exceeding brightnesse upon the
suddaine, that not only herselfe, but all the rest of the
Quire also might read by it.</rs>
</rs>
<bibl>English Martyrologe.</bibl> 1608. </p>
<p>
<rs type="miracle">
<orgName>Dead Saints</orgName> have frequently possessed
<name type="elemental">this phosphoric quality</name> like
rotten wood or dead fish. "<persName>St. Bridget</persName>
was interred at the towne of <placeName>Dunne</placeName> in
the province of <placeName>Ulster</placeName>, in <rs type="building" subtype="monument">the tombe</rs>,
togeather with the venerable bodyes of <persName>S.
Patricke</persName> and <persName>S. Columbe</persName>,
which was afterward miraculously reveyled to <persName>the
Bishop of that place</persName>, <rs type="religion" subtype="Cathol">as he was praying one night late in the
<rs type="building" subtype="temple">church</rs>
</rs>, about the yeare of <name type="divin">Christ</name>
<time>
<date>1176</date>
</time>, over which, there shined a great light."</rs>
<bibl>
<title>English Martyrologe</title>.</bibl>
</p>
<p> So when <persName>the nurse of <persName>Mohammed</persName>
</persName> first entered the chamber of
<persName>Amena</persName> his mother, she saw a coruscating
splendour, which was the light of the infant prophet, so that
Amena never kindled her lamp at night. <bibl>Maracci.</bibl>
</p>
<p>
<rs type="miracle">Another Mohammedan miracle of the same genus
is no ways improbable. When the head of
<persName>Hosein</persName> was brought to
<placeName>Couffah</placeName>, the Governor's gates were
closed, and <persName>Haula</persName> the bearer took it to
his own house. He awoke his wife and told her what had so
speedily brought him home. I bring with me, said he, the most
valuable present that could possibly be made to <persName>the
Caliph</persName>, and the woman asking earnestly what it
could be, the head of <persName>Hosein</persName>, here it
is, I am sent with it to <persName>the Governor</persName>.
Immediately she sprung from the bed, not that she was shocked
or terrified at the sight, for the <orgName>Arabian
women</orgName> were accustomed to follow <orgName>the
army</orgName>, and habituated to the sight of blood and
massacre. But <persName>Hosein</persName> by
<persName>Fatima</persName> his mother was grandson of <rs type="person" ref="Mohammed">the prophet</rs>, and this
produced an astonishing effect upon the mind of the woman. By
the <persName ref="Mohammed">Apostle of God</persName>, she
exclaimed, I will never again lie down with a man who has
brought me the head of his grandson. The Moslem who according
to the custom of his nation had many wives sent for another
who was not so conscientious. Yet the presence of the head
which was placed upon a table prevented her from sleeping,
<hi rend="italic">because</hi> she said <hi rend="italic">she saw a great glory playing around if all the
night</hi>.</rs>
<bibl>Marigny.</bibl>
</p>
<p>
<rs type="miracle">After <persName>Affonso de Castro</persName>
had been martyred in one of the <placeName>Molucca
Islands</placeName> his body was thrown into <geogFeat>the
sea</geogFeat>. But it was in a few days brought back by
<name type="divin">Providence</name> to the spot where he
had suffered, the wounds fresh as if just opened, and so
strange and beautiful a splendour flowing from them, that it
was evident the fountain of such a light must be that body,
whose spirit was in the enjoyment of eternal happiness.</rs>
</p>
<p>
<orgName>The Moors</orgName> interpreted one of these phosphoric
miracles with equal ingenuity to favour their own creed, a light
was seen every night over the tomb of <persName>a
<orgName>Maronite</orgName>
</persName> whom they had martyred, and they said <rs type="person" ref="Maronite">the Priest</rs> was not only
tortured with fire <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin" ref="Hell">in hell</rs>, but <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="burning_grave">his very body burnt in
the <rs type="earthworks" subtype="grave">grave</rs>
</rs>. <bibl>Vasconcellos.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
to kindle that strange fuel meet.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4638">
<rs type="image" subtype="human">Before the fire she
placed the imaged wax,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4639">
<rs type="image" subtype="human">"There
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_152">
<p> A well known ceremony of witchcraft, old as classical
superstition, and probably not yet wholly disbelieved.</p>
</note>
waste away!" the <persName ref="Khawla">Enchantress</persName>
cried,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4640">
<rs type="image" subtype="human">"And with thee waste <persName>
<persName>Hodeirah</persName>'s Son</persName>!"</rs>
</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B9_lg529">
<l rend="i0" n="4641">Fool! fool! go thaw <geogFeat>the everlasting
ice</geogFeat>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4642">Whose <geogFeat>polar mountains</geogFeat> bound <rs type="imp">the human reign</rs>.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4643">Blindly the wicked work</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4644">The righteous will of <name type="divin">Heaven</name>!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4645">The <persName ref="Thalaba">doomed Destroyer</persName>
wears <rs type="art" subtype="gem">
<persName>Abdaldar</persName>'s ring</rs>!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4646">Against the danger of his <rs type="science" subtype="astro">horoscope</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4647">Yourselves have shielded him!</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4648">And on <rs type="image" subtype="human">the sympathizing
wax</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4649">The unadmitted flames play powerlessly,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4650"> As the cold moon-beam on a plain of snow.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B9_lg530">
<l rend="i0" n="4651">"Curse <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">thee</rs>! curse
thee!" cried <rs type="person" ref="Khawla">the fiendly woman</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4652">"Hast thou yet <rs type="powerspeak" subtype="immun">a
spell of safety</rs>?"</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4653">And in the raging flames</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4654">She cast <rs type="image" subtype="human">the imaged
wax</rs>.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4655">It lay amid the flames,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4656"> Like <persName>Polycarp</persName> of old, </l>
<l rend="i0" n="4657"> When by the glories of the burning stake </l>
<l rend="i4" n="4658"> O'er vaulted, his grey hairs </l>
<l rend="i4" n="4659"> Curled, life-like, to the fire </l>
<l rend="i2" n="4660"> That haloed round his saintly brow. </l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B9_lg531">
<l rend="i0" n="4661">"Wherefore is this!" cried <persName>Khawla</persName>,
and she stamped</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4662">Thrice on the <geogFeat>cavern floor</geogFeat>,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4663">"<persName>Maimuna</persName>! Maimuna!"</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4664">Thrice on the floor she stamped,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4665">Then to the rocky gateway glanced</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4666">Her eager eyes, and <persName>Maimuna</persName> was
there.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4667">"Nay Sister, nay!" quoth she,
"<persName>Mohareb</persName>'s life</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4668">"Is linked with <persName>Thalaba</persName>'s!</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4669">"Nay Sister, nay! <rs type="script" subtype="holy">the
plighted oath</rs>!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4670">"<rs type="script" subtype="holy">The common
Sacrament</rs>!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B9_lg532">
<l rend="i0" n="4671">"Idiot!" said <persName>Khawla</persName>, "one must die,
or all!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4672">"Faith kept with him were treason to the rest.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4673">
<rs type="image" subtype="human">"Why lies the wax, like marble, in the
fire?</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4674">"What powerful amulet</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4675">"Protects <persName ref="Thalaba">
<persName>Hodeirah</persName>'s son</persName>?"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B9_lg533">
<l rend="i4" n="4676">Cold, marble-cold, the wax</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4677">Lay on the raging pile,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4678">Cold in that white intensity of fire.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4679">The Bat that with her hooked and leathery wings</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4680">Clung to the cave-roof, loosed her hold,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4681">Death-sickening with the heat;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4682">The Toad who to the darkest nook had crawled</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4683">Panted fast with fever pain;</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4684">The Viper from her nest came forth</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4685">Leading her quickened brood,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4686">Who sportive with the warm delight, rolled out</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4687">Their thin curls, tender as the tendril rings,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4688">Ere the green beauty of their brittle youth</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4689">Grows brown, and toughens in the summer sun.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4690">Cold, marble-cold, the wax</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4691">Lay on the raging pile,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4692">The silver quivering of the element</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4693">O'er its pale surface shedding a dim gloss.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B9_lg534">
<l rend="i2" n="4694">Amid the red and fiery smoke,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4695">Watching the strange portent,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4696">The <persName ref="Khawla">blue-eyed Sorceress</persName>
and <rs type="person" ref="Maimuna">her Sister</rs> stood,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4697"> Seeming <name type="myth">a ruined Angel</name> by the
side </l>
<l rend="i4" n="4698"> Of <name type="myth">Spirit born in <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Hell</rs>
</name> .</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4699">At length raised <persName>Maimuna</persName> her
thoughtful eyes,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4700">"Whence <rs type="person" ref="Khawla">Sister</rs> was
the wax</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4701">"The work of the worm, or the bee?</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4702">"Nay then I marvel not!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4703">"It were as wise to bring from <placeName ref="Mount_Ararat">Ararat</placeName>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4704">"The fore-world's
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_153">
<p> On <placeName ref="Mount_Ararat">mount Ararat</placeName>, which
is called <hi rend="italic">
<placeName>Lubar</placeName>
</hi>, or the descending place, is an <rs type="building" subtype="temple">
<placeName>Abbey of <orgName>St. Gregorie's Monks</orgName>
</placeName>
</rs>. These Monkes if any list to believe them, say that there
remaineth yet some part of <rs type="machine">the Arke</rs>, kept
by <name type="divin">Angels</name>; which, if any seeke to ascend,
carrie them backe as farre in the night as they have climbed in the
day. <bibl>Purchas.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
wood to build the magic pile,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4705">"And feed it from <rs type="science" subtype="botany">the
balm bower</rs>, thro' whose veins</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4706">"The <rs type="person" ref="Martyr_Beder">Martyr</rs>'s
blood sends such a virtue out,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4707">"That the fond Mother from beneath its shade</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4708">"Wreathes the Cerastes
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_154">
<p> A thicket of balm trees is said to have sprung up from the blood
of <persName ref="Martyr_Beder">the Moslem slain at
Beder</persName>. </p>
<p>
<persName>Ælianus</persName> avoucheth, that those vipers which
breed in the provinces of <placeName>Arabia</placeName>, altho'
they do bite, yet their biting is not venomous, because they doe
feede on the baulme tree, and sleepe under the shadow thereof. <bibl>
<title>Treasury of ancient and modern Times</title>.</bibl>
</p>
<p>
<rs type="science" subtype="botany">The balsam tree is nearly of
the same size as a sprig of myrtle, and its leaves are like
those of the herb sweet-marjoram. Vipers take up their residence
about these plants, and are in some places more numerous than in
others; for the juice of the balsam tree is their sweetest food,
and they are delighted with the shade produced by its
leaves.</rs>
<time>When the time therefore arrives for gathering the juice of
this Tree</time>, the <orgName>Arabians</orgName> come into the
sacred grove, each of them holding two twigs, by shaking these,
they put to flight the Vipers; for they are unwilling to kill them,
because they consider them as the sacred inhabitants of the balsam.
<rs type="science" subtype="chem">And if it happens that any one
is wounded by a Viper, the wound resembles that which is made by
iron, but is not attended with any dangerous consequences; for
these animals being fed with the juice of the balsam tree, which
is the most odoriferous of all trees, their poison becomes
changed from a deadly quality into one which produces a milder
effect.</rs>
<bibl>Pausanias.</bibl>
</p>
<p> The inhabitants of <placeName>Helicon</placeName> say that none of
the herbs or roots which are produced in this mountain are
destructive to mankind, they add that <rs type="science" subtype="chem">the pastures here even debilitate the venom of
serpents</rs>; so that those who are frequently bit by serpents
in this part, escape the danger with greater ease than if they were
of the nation of the <placeName>Psylli</placeName>, or had
discovered an antidote against poison. <bibl>Pausanias.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
round her playful child.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4709">"This the eternal, universal strife!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4710">
<rs type="science" subtype="chem">"There is a grave-wax,
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_155">
<p> The <orgName>common people of <placeName>England</placeName>
</orgName> have long been acquainted with this change which
muscular fibre undergoes. Before the circumstance was known to
<orgName>philosophers</orgName>, I have heard them express a
dislike and loathing to spermaceti.—"because it was dead-men's
fat."</p>
</note>
... <rs type="person" subtype="Maimuna">I</rs> have seen the <name type="zomb">Gouls</name>
</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4711">"Fight for the dainty at their banquetting."...</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B9_lg535">
<l rend="i0" n="4712">"<rs type="person" ref="Maimuna">Excellent witch</rs>!"
quoth <persName>Khawla</persName>; and she went</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4713">To the <rs type="place" ref="cave">cave arch of
entrance</rs>, and scowled up,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4714">Mocking the blessed Sun,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4715">"Shine thou in <rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest" ref="sky">Heaven</rs>, but I will shadow <placeName ref="Earth_planet">Earth</placeName>!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4716">"<time>Thou wilt not shorten day</time>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4717">"<time>But I will hasten darkness!</time>" Then <persName ref="Khawla">the Witch</persName>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4718">Began <rs type="song">a magic song</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4719">
<rs type="song">One long low tone thro' teeth half-closed,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4720">
<rs type="song">Thro' lips slow-moving muttered slow,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4721">
<rs type="song">One long-continued breath,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4722">
<rs type="science" subtype="shapeshift">Till to her eyes a darker
yellowness</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4723">
<rs type="science" subtype="shapeshift">Was driven, and fuller swoln the
prominent veins</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4724">
<rs type="science" subtype="shapeshift">On her loose throat grew black.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4725">
<rs type="science" subtype="phys">Then looking upward thrice she
breathed</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4726">
<rs type="science" subtype="phys">Into <rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest" ref="sky">the face of Heaven</rs>,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4727">
<rs type="science" subtype="phys">
<rs type="metaplace" subtype="barrier" ref="Khawla_breath">The baneful
breath infected Heaven</rs>;</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4728">
<rs type="science" subtype="phys">
<rs type="metaplace" subtype="barrier" ref="Khawla_breath">A mildewing
mist it spread</rs>
</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4729">
<rs type="science" subtype="phys">
<rs type="metaplace" subtype="barrier" ref="Khawla_breath">Darker and
darker; so the evening sun</rs>
</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4730">
<rs type="science" subtype="phys">
<rs type="metaplace" subtype="barrier" ref="Khawla_breath">Poured his
unentering glory on the mist,</rs>
</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4731">
<rs type="science" subtype="phys">
<rs type="metaplace" subtype="barrier" ref="Khawla_breath">And it was
night below</rs>.</rs>
</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B9_lg536">
<l rend="i0" n="4732">"Bring now the wax," quoth <persName>Khawla</persName>,
"for thou knowest</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4733">"<rs type="earthworks" subtype="grave">The mine</rs> that
yields it!" forth went <persName>Maimuna</persName>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4734">In mist and darkness went <persName ref="Maimuna">the
Sorceress</persName> forth.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4735">And she has reached <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">the place of <rs type="earthworks" subtype="grave">Tombs</rs>
</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4736">
<rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">And in their <rs type="earthworks" subtype="grave">sepulchres</rs> the dead</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4737">
<rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">Feel
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_156">
<p>
<rs type="place" ref="Persia">
<orgName>The Persians</orgName> are strangely superstitious
about the burial of their <orgName>Kings</orgName>. For
fearing lest by some magical art any enchantments should be
practised upon their bodies to the prejudice of their
children, they conceal, as much as in them lies, the real
place of interment.</rs>
</p>
<p> To this end they send to several places several coffins of
lead, with others of wood, which they call Taboat, and bury all
alike with the same magnificence. In this manner they delude the
curiosity of <orgName>the people</orgName>, who cannot discern
by the outside in which of the coffins the real body should be.
Not but it might be discovered by such as would put themselves
to the expence and trouble of doing it. And thus it shall be
related in the life of <persName>Habas the great</persName>,
that twelve of these coffins were conveyed to <rs type="building" subtype="temple">twelve of the principal
Mosques</rs>, not for the sake of their riches, but of the
person which they enclosed; and yet nobody knew in which of the
twelve the King's body was laid, tho' the common belief is, that
it was deposited at <placeName>Ardevil</placeName>. </p>
<p> It is also said in <bibl>the life of <persName>Sefie
I.</persName>
</bibl> that there were three coffins carried to three several
places, as if there had been a triple production from one body,
tho' it were a thing almost certainly known, that the coffin
where the body was laid, was carried to this same
<placeName>city of Kom</placeName>, and to the same place
where the <persName>deceased King</persName> commanded the body
of his <persName>deceased father</persName> to be carried.
<bibl>Chardin.</bibl>
</p>
<p>
<rs type="place" ref="Portugal">They imagine the dead are
capable of pain, <persName>a Portugueze gentleman</persName>
had one day ignorantly strayed among the tombs, and
<persName>a Moor</persName>, after much wrangling obliged
him to go before <persName>the Cadi</persName>. The gentleman
complained of violence and asserted he had committed no
crime, but the judge informed him he was mistaken, for that
the poor dead suffered when trodden on by <orgName>Christian
feet</orgName>
</rs>. <persName>Muley Ishmael</persName> once had occasion to
bring <rs type="person">one of his wives</rs> thro' a burial
ground, and <orgName>the people</orgName> removed the bones of
<orgName>their relations</orgName>, and murmuring said he
would neither suffer the living nor the dead to rest in peace.
<bibl>Chenier. additional chapt. by the Translator.</bibl>
</p>
<p> Were this <orgName>Moorish</orgName> superstition true, there
would have been some monkish merit in the last request of
<persName>St. Swithin</persName>, "when he was ready to
depart <rs type="metaplace" subtype="passage" ref="to_next_world">out of this world</rs>, he commanded (for
humilityes sake) his body to be buried <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">in the Church-yard, whereon every
one might tread with their feet</rs>. <bibl>English
Martyrologe.</bibl>
</p>
<p> There is a story recorded, how that <persName>St.
Frithstane</persName> was wont <time>every day</time>
<rs type="script" subtype="holy">to say masse and office for the
dead</rs>; and <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">
<time>one evening</time> as he walked in the Church-yard
reciting the said office, when he came to <hi rend="italic">requiescant in pace</hi>, the voyces in the graves round
about made answere aloud, and said <hi rend="italic">Amen</hi>
</rs>. <bibl>English Martyrologe.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
feet unholy trampling over them.</rs>
</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B9_lg537">
<l rend="i4" n="4738">Thou startest <persName>Maimuna</persName>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4739">Because the breeze is in thy lilted locks!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4740">Is <persName>Khawla</persName>'s spell so weak?</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4741">Sudden came the breeze and strong;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4742">
<rs type="science" subtype="phys">The mist that in the labouring lungs was
felt</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4743">So heavy late, flies now before the gale,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4744">Thin as an Infant's breath</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4745">Seen in the sunshine of an autumn frost.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4746">Sudden it came and soon its work was done,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4747">And suddenly it ceased;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4748">Cloudless and calm it left <rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest" ref="sky">the firmament</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4749">
<rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest" ref="sky">And beautiful in the blue
sky</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4750">
<rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest" ref="sky">Arose the summer
Moon</rs>.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B9_lg538">
<l rend="i0" n="4751">
<rs type="person" subtype="Maimuna">She</rs> heard the quickened action of
her blood,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4752">She felt the fever in her cheeks.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4753">Daunted, yet desperate, <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">
<rs type="earthworks" subtype="grave">in a
tomb</rs>
</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4754">Entering, <rs type="script" subtype="ms">with impious
hand she traced</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4755">
<rs type="script" subtype="ms">Circles, and squares, and trines,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4756">
<rs type="script" subtype="ms">And magic characters</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4757">Till riven by her charms <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">the grave</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4758">Yawned and disclosed <orgName>its dead</orgName>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4759">
<persName>Maimuna</persName>'s eyes were opened, and she saw</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4760">The secrets of the grave.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B9_lg539">
<l rend="i2" n="4761">There sate <name type="elemental">a Spirit</name>
<rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">in the vault</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4762">
<rs type="image" subtype="human">In shape, in hue, in lineaments like
life</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4763">And by him couched, as if intranced,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4764">
<name type="elemental">The hundred-headed Worm that never dies</name>.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B9_lg540">
<l rend="i0" n="4765">"Nay <persName ref="Maimuna">Sorceress</persName>! not
<time>to-night</time>!" <name type="elemental">the Spirit</name>
cried,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4766">"The flesh in which I sinned may rest
<time>to-night</time>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4767">"From suffering; all things, even I
<time>to-night</time>,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4768">"Even <orgName>the Damned</orgName> repose!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B9_lg541">
<l rend="i4" n="4769">The flesh of <persName>Maimuna</persName>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4770">Crept on her bones with terror, and her knees</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4771">Trembled with their trembling weight.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4772">"Only <time>this sabbath</time>! and at <time>dawn</time>
<name type="elemental">the Worm</name>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4773">"Will wake, and this poor flesh must grow to meet</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4774">"The gnawing of his hundred
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_157">
<p> The <rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">Mohammedan tradition</rs>
is even more horrible than this: The corpse of the wicked is gnawed
and stung <time>till the resurrection</time> of ninety-nine
Dragons, with seven heads each, or as others say, their sins will
become venomous Beasts, the grievous ones stinging like Dragons,
the smaller like Scorpions, and the others like Serpents;
circumstances which some understand in a figurative sense.
<bibl>Sale's preliminary discourse.</bibl>
</p>
<p> This Mohammedan tale may be traced to <rs type="script" subtype="book">the Scripture</rs>; "whose worm dieth not."</p>
</note>
poison-mouths!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4775">"<name type="divin">God</name>! God! Is there no mercy
<time>after death</time>?"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B9_lg542">
<l rend="i4" n="4776">Soul-struck <rs type="person" ref="Maimuna">she</rs>
rushed away,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4777">She fled <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">the place of Tombs</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4778">She cast herself upon the earth,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4779">All agony and tumult and despair.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4780">And in that wild and desperate agony</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4781">Sure <persName>Maimuna</persName> had died the utter
death,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4782">If aught of evil had been possible</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4783">On this mysterious night;</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4784">For this was that most holy
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_158">
<p>
<time>The night Léïleth-ul-cadr</time> is considered as being
particularly consecrated to eneffable mysteries. There is a
prevailing opinion, <time>that a thousand secret and invisible
prodigies are performed on this night</time>; that all the
inanimate beings then pay their adoration to <name type="divin">God</name>; that <time>all the waters of the sea lose their
saltness and become fresh at these mysterious moments</time>;
that such in fine, is its sanctity, that <rs type="script" subtype="holy">prayers said during this night are equal in value
to all those which can be said in <time>a thousand successive
months</time>
</rs>. It has not however pleased <name type="divin">God</name>,
says the author of <bibl>the celebrated theological work entitled
<hi rend="italic">
<title>Ferkann</title>
</hi>
</bibl>, to reveal it to <orgName>the faithful</orgName>: no
prophet, no saint has been able to discover it: hence this night,
so august, so mysterious, so favoured by <name type="divin">Heaven</name>, has hitherto remained undiscovered.
<bibl>D'Ohsson.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
night</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4785">When all created things know and adore</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4786">
<name type="divin">The Power that made them</name>; insects, beasts, and
birds,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4787">The water-dwellers, herbs and trees and stones,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4788">Yea <placeName ref="Earth_planet">Earth</placeName> and
<placeName>Ocean</placeName> and <rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest" ref="Universe">the infinite Heaven</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4789">
<rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest" ref="Universe">With all its
worlds</rs>. <orgName>Man</orgName> only does not know</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4790">
<time>The universal sabbath</time>, does not join</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4791">With <name type="myth">Nature</name> in her homage. Yet
<rs type="script" subtype="holy">the prayer</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4792">Flows from <orgName>the righteous</orgName> with intenser
love,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4793">A holier calm succeeds, and sweeter dreams</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4794">Visit the slumbers of <orgName>the
penitent</orgName>.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B9_lg543">
<l rend="i0" n="4795">Therefore on <persName>Maimuna</persName> the
elements,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4796">Shed healing; every breath she breathed was balm.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4797">Was not a flower but sent in incense up</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4798">Its richest odours, and the song of birds</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4799">Now, like the music of the <name type="divin">Seraphim</name> ,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4800">Entered her soul, and now</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4801">Made silence aweful by their sudden pause.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4802">It seemed as if the quiet moon</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4803">Poured quietness, its lovely light</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4804">Was like the smile of reconciling Heaven.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B9_lg544">
<l rend="i4" n="4805">Is it the dew of <time>night</time>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4806">That down her glowing cheek</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4807">Shines in the moon-beam? oh! she weeps ... she weeps</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4808">And the <name type="divin">Good Angel</name> that
abandoned her</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4809">At her <rs type="religion" subtype="idol">hell-baptism</rs>, by her tears drawn down</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4810">Resumes his charge, then <persName>Maimuna</persName>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4811">Recalled to mind <rs type="science" subtype="orac">the
double oracle</rs>;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4812">
<time>Quick as the lightening flash</time>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4813">Its import glanced upon her, and the hope</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4814">Of pardon and salvation rose,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4815">As now she understood</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4816">The lying prophecy of truth.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4817">She pauses not, she ponders not,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4818">
<rs type="metaplace" subtype="passage" ref="sky">The
driven air before her fanned the face</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4819">
<rs type="metaplace" subtype="passage" ref="sky">Of
<persName>Thalaba</persName>
</rs>, and he awoke and saw</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4820">
<persName ref="Maimuna">The Sorceress of the silver locks</persName>.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B9_lg545">
<l rend="i4" n="4821">One more permitted spell!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4822">
<rs type="art" subtype="fiber">
<rs type="person" ref="Maimuna">She</rs> takes the magic chain.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4823">With the wide eye of wonder, <persName>Thalaba</persName>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4824">Watches <rs type="art" subtype="fiber">her snowy fingers
round and round</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4825">
<rs type="art" subtype="fiber">Wind the loosening
chain.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4826">Again he hears the low sweet voice,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4827">The low sweet voice so musical,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4828">That sure it was not strange,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4829">If in those unintelligible tones</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4830">Was more than human potency,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4831">That with such deep and undefined delight,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4832">Filled the surrendered soul.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4833">
<rs type="art" subtype="fiber">The work</rs> is done, the
song is ceased;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4834">He wakes as from <rs type="dream">a dream of <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Paradise</rs>
</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4835">And feels his fetters gone, and with the burst</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4836">Of wondering adoration praises<name type="divin">God</name>.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B9_lg546">
<l rend="i2" n="4837">
<rs type="song">
<rs type="art" subtype="fiber">Her charm has loosed the chain it
bound,</rs>
</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4838">But <rs type="metaplace" subtype="barrier" ref="Mohareb_Island">
<rs type="building" subtype="prison">massy walls and
iron gates</rs>
</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4839">Confine <persName ref="Thalaba">
<persName>Hodeirah</persName>'s son</persName>.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4840">
<rs type="song">Heard ye not, <name type="elemental">Genii of the
Air</name>, her spell,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4841">That o'er her face there flits</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4842">The sudden flush of fear?</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4843">
<rs type="song">Again her louder lips repeat the charm,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4844">Her eye is anxious, her cheek pale,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4845">Her pulse plays fast and feeble.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4846">Nay <persName>Maimuna</persName>! thy power has
ceased,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4847">And the wind scatters now</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4848">The voice that ruled it late.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B9_lg547">
<l rend="i2" n="4849">"Pray for me, <persName>Thalaba</persName>," <rs type="person" ref="Maimuna">she</rs> cried,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4850">"For <time>death and judgement are at hand</time>!"</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4851">
<time>All night</time> in agony,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4852">She feared the instant blow of <name type="divin">Hell</name>'s revenge.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4853">
<time>At dawn</time> the sound of gathering multitudes</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4854">Led <rs type="building" subtype="prison">to the prison
bars</rs> her dreading eye.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4855">What spectacle invites</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4856">
<orgName>The growing multitude</orgName>,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4857">That torrent-like they roll along?</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4858">Boys and grey-headed age; the Mother comes</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4859">Leading her child, who at arm's length</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4860">Outstripping her, looks back</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4861">And bids her hasten more.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B9_lg548">
<l rend="i0" n="4862">Why does <placeName ref="Mohareb_City">the
City</placeName> pour her thousands forth?</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4863">What glorious pageantry</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4864">Makes her streets desolate, and silences</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4865">Her empty dwellings? comes the bridal pomp,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4866">
<rs type="imp" subtype="sacrifice">And have <orgName>the
purveyors of imperial lust</orgName>
</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4867">
<rs type="imp" subtype="sacrifice">Torn from their
parents arms again</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4868">
<rs type="imp" subtype="sacrifice">The <orgName>virgin
beauties</orgName> of the land?</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4869">
<rs type="imp" subtype="sacrifice">Will elephants in
gilded cages bear</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4870">
<rs type="imp" subtype="sacrifice">The
<orgName>imprisoned victims</orgName>? or may yet their eyes</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4871">
<rs type="imp" subtype="sacrifice">With a last look of
liberty, behold</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4872">
<rs type="imp" subtype="sacrifice">Banners and guards and
silk-arched palanquins.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4873">
<rs type="imp" subtype="sacrifice">The long procession,
and the gorgeous pomp</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4874">
<rs type="imp" subtype="sacrifice">Of their own
sacrifice?</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4875">
<rs type="building" subtype="house">On the house tops</rs> and in the
windows ranged</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4876">Face above face, they wait</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4877">The coming spectacle;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4878">The trees are clustered, and below the dust</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4879">Thro' <orgName>the thronged populace</orgName>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4880">Can find no way to rise.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B9_lg549">
<l rend="i0" n="4881">He comes! <persName ref="Mohareb">the Sultan</persName>!
hark the swelling horn,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4882">
<rs type="song">The trumpet's spreading blair,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4883">
<rs type="song">The timbrel tinkling as its silver bells</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4884">
<rs type="song">Twinkle aloft, and the shrill cymbal's sound,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4885">Whose broad brass flashes <time>in the morning sun</time>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4886">
<rs type="song">Accordant light and music! closing all</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4887">
<rs type="song">The heavy Gong is heard,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4888">
<rs type="song">That falls like thunder on the dizzy ear.</rs>
</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B9_lg550">
<l rend="i2" n="4889">On either hand <orgName>the thick-wedged crowd</orgName>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4890">Fall from <rs type="place" ref="Mohareb_City">the royal
path</rs>.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4891">Recumbent in the palanquin <rs type="person" ref="Mohareb">he</rs> casts</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4892">On the wide tumult of the waving throng</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4893">A proud and idle eye.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4894">
<rs type="imp" subtype="slave">Now in his tent alighted,
he receives</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4895">
<rs type="imp" subtype="slave">
<rs type="religion" subtype="idol">Homage and worship</rs>. The slave multitude</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4896">
<rs type="imp" subtype="slave">
<rs type="religion" subtype="idol">With shouts of blasphemy adore</rs>
</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4897">
<rs type="imp" subtype="slave">Him, <persName ref="Mohareb">father of his people</persName>! <rs type="religion" subtype="idol">him their <persName ref="Mohareb">Lord</persName>!</rs>
</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4898">
<persName ref="Mohareb">Great King, all-wise, all-mighty, and
all-good!</persName>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4899">Whose smile was happiness, whose frown was death,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4900">
<rs type="religion" subtype="idol">Their <name type="divin" ref="Mohareb">present Deity</name>!</rs>
</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B9_lg551">
<l rend="i4" n="4901">With silken cords his slaves</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4902">Wave the silk
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_159">
<p> In <placeName>Persia</placeName>, when <rs type="person">the
King</rs> is in <rs type="building" subtype="palace">his <hi rend="italic">Megeler</hi>, that is in his Council
Chamber</rs>, with <orgName>the Lords whose right it is to be
present</orgName>, there is a sort of half-curtain suspended
from a plank, which certain officers wave backward and forward with
cords, as a fan, to freshen the air. This is called <hi rend="italic">Badzen, wind for the women</hi>.
<bibl>Tavernier.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
fan, that waving o'er his head</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4903">Freshens the languid air.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4904">Others the while shower o'er his robes</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4905">The rose's treasured sweets,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4906">Rich odours burn before him, ambergrese,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4907">Sandal and aloe wood,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4908">And thus inhaling the voluptuous air</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4909">He sits to watch the agony,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4910">To hear the groan of death.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B9_lg552">
<l rend="i4" n="4911">At once all sounds are hushed,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4912">All eyes take one direction, for he comes,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4913">The object he of this day's festival,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4914">Of all this expectation and this joy,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4915">
<rs type="religion" subtype="Christian">
<rs type="person" ref="Christ_Martyr">The Christian captive</rs>
</rs>. Hark! so silently</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4916">They stand, the clanking of his chain is heard.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4917">And he has reached the place of suffering now.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4918">And as <orgName>the death's-men</orgName> round his
ancles bind</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4919">The cords and to the gibbet swing him up,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4920">
<orgName>The Priests</orgName> begin their song, the song of praise,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4921">The hymn of glory to their <name type="divin">Devil-God</name>.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B9_lg553">
<l rend="i0" n="4922">Then <persName>Maimuna</persName> grew pale, as
<placeName ref="Mohareb_City">thro the bars</placeName>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4923">She saw <persName ref="Christ_Martyr">the
Martyr</persName> pendant by the feet,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4924">His gold locks hanging downwards, and she cried,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4925">"This is <rs type="person" ref="Khawla">my Sister</rs>'s
deed!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4926">"O <persName>Thalaba</persName>, for us,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4927">"<rs type="religion" subtype="Christian">Not for his
faith <rs type="person" ref="Christ_Martyr">the red-haired Christian</rs>
dies</rs>.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4928">
<rs type="science" subtype="chem">"She wants the foam
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_160">
<p> A <persName>Physician of <placeName>Ragusa</placeName>
</persName> was deputed by <rs type="place" ref="Ragusa">that
little Republic</rs> to negotiate with the <persName>Emperor
of the Turks</persName>. Before he embarked on this voyage he
took into his service <persName ref="redhead_boy">a boy of a red
complection</persName>, the only son of <rs type="person" ref="Ragusan_Mother">a widow, a poor woman, but a woman of
honour and virtuous</rs>. This Envoy on his arrival at
<placeName>Constantinople</placeName> immediately addressed
himself to <persName ref="Turk_Physician">the first Physician of
his imperial highness</persName>, that thro' his favour he
might have more access to negociate for his country. he
Mahometan had no sooner set eyes on the young Ragusan, than he
employed every artifice to induce his master to leave him. The
boy himself, at last, wishing to remain at
<placeName>Constantinople</placeName>, flattered by the fair
prospects that were held out to him, and touched with a tender
and heroic compassion for her who had given him birth, prayed
his protector to leave him with the Barbarian, and carry to his
mother the money which on that account he would receive: So that
<persName>the Ragusan physician</persName> left his servant
to <persName ref="Turk_Physician">the Byzantian</persName>, and
received from him a purse of a thousand sequins. After some days
<persName ref="Ragusan_Physician">the Italian</persName> went
to take leave of <persName ref="Turk_Physician">the Mohammedan
Physician</persName>, and to thank him for his favours; and
he requested earnestly to see <persName ref="redhead_boy">the
red-headed boy</persName> before his departure. The Turk was
obliged to own he had made poison of him, and led him into a
chamber where the naked body of the boy was still suspended by
the feet. The first master of the red-headed boy was greatly
surprized at the sight and still more so when he heard that the
boy had been beaten upon the belly for six hours, by slaves who
relieved one another, till he died: and that a poison was made
of the last foam that came from his mouth, so penetrating, that
if the stirrup of a horse were touched with the point of a pin
that had been dipt in it, he who should mount would immediately
die. <bibl>Plaidoyers Historiques par M. Tristan.</bibl> 1650. </p>
<p> In this volume the pleadings of <persName ref="Ragusan_Mother">the Mother</persName> against <persName>the Ragusan
physician</persName>, and his defence are given. The Mother
says, it is impossible that he, being a Physician himself,
should not have known for what <persName ref="Turk_Physician">the Infidel Physician</persName> wanted to purchase a
red-headed boy, as he himself would have made the same use of
him had he not been afraid of the laws, the rest is in the usual
stile of <bibl>
<persName>Tristan</persName>'s rhetoric</bibl>. </p>
<p> As <rs type="person" ref="Turk_Physician">
<rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">the Moslem</rs>
</rs> employed <persName>a red-headed <rs type="religion" subtype="Christian">Christian</rs>
</persName> in this manufactory, it should seem that a Turk
ought to be used in <placeName>Christendom</placeName>. But as
<orgName>Turks</orgName> are not easily caught, a <rs type="religion" subtype="Judaism">
<orgName>Jew</orgName>
</rs> might do. </p>
<p> In the <placeName>Islands of Barlovento</placeName> and in all
the country of <placeName>Brazil</placeName>, in
<placeName>Santa Marta</placeName> and in the new kingdom,
and in other countries, where <orgName>a cruel sort of
<orgName>Indians</orgName>
</orgName> inhabited, they used another sort of poison; for they
would take the leg of <rs type="person">an Indian whom they had
killed</rs>, and hang it up in the air against the sun, and
fill it with many barbs of poisoned arrows, which were taken out
of the flesh of <rs type="person">an Indian</rs>, which after
some days they took out, and without cleansing of them, they
dried them in the air where the sun did not come, and then they
headed their arrows with them; and that became the most
malevolent poison, and the most hard to be cured in <placeName ref="the_world">the world</placeName>. After <orgName>the
Spaniards</orgName> came into that country and waged war upon
<orgName>the Indians</orgName>, they then made it with the
flesh of <orgName>Spaniards</orgName>, whom they killed or took;
but more particularly they desired the flesh of <rs type="person">some red-headed Spaniard</rs>, whose hairs were
of a deep saffron colour; for they were of opinion that there
was more heat in that flesh, and consequently more virulency in
the poison which it produced: but perhaps they may have heard it
often said amongst the <orgName>Spaniards</orgName> themselves,
that <orgName>red-headed men</orgName> are fit to make a
composition of poison. <bibl>Garcilasso's Royal Commentaries of
<placeName>Peru</placeName>.</bibl>
</p>
<p>
<q>"Three ounces of <rs type="person">a red-haired
wench</rs>"</q> were among the ingredients of the
witch-caldron in <bibl>
<title>Macbeth</title>
</bibl>. <rs type="science" subtype="diag">Why red-hair was
supposed to be a symptom of leprosy, was one of the questions
proposed by <persName>Michaelis</persName> to
<persName>Niebuhr</persName> and his fellow-travellers for
investigation.</rs> It is singular that at the time when
these opinions prevailed universally, golden locks should enter
into almost every description of female beauty. If the word of a
poet may he taken (and the rhymer now quoted cannot be suspected
of invention enough for a lie,) <orgName>the ladies</orgName>
even wore red wigs, for he says of <persName>Absalom</persName>
</p>
<q>
<lg xml:lang="es">
<l rend="i0">Hasta los hombros pende su cabello</l>
<l rend="i0">Mas que el oro de <placeName>Arabia</placeName>
roxo y bello.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:lang="es">
<l rend="i0">Cada año qual renuevo lo cortava</l>
<l rend="i1">A damas se vendia para ornato.</l>
<l rend="i8">
<hi rend="italic">
<bibl>David, del <author>Doctor Jacobo
Uziel</author>.</bibl>
</hi>
</l>
</lg>
</q>
<q>
<lg>
<l rend="i0">Adown his shoulders his long tresses roll'd,</l>
<l rend="i0">More beautiful and red than Eastern gold,</l>
<l rend="i0">And annual as he cropt, the envied hair</l>
<l rend="i0">Was yearly sold to ornament the fair.</l>
</lg>
</q>
<p> The <orgName>Javanese</orgName> had a method of procuring
poison similar to the <orgName>Turkish</orgName> receipt which I
have employed. </p>
<p> The Cameleon, or Indian Salamander, otherwise called Gekko. </p>
<p> This creature, which is not only found in <placeName ref="Brazil">Brasil</placeName>, but also in the <placeName ref="Java">Isle of Java</placeName>, belonging to the
<placeName ref="East_Indies">East Indies</placeName>, and
which by our people is called Gekko, from its constant cry,
(like among us that of the Cuckoe) is properly an Indian
Salamander. It is about a foot long, its skin of of a pale or
sea green colour, with red spots. The head is not unlike that of
a tortoise, with a streight mouth. The eyes are very large,
starting out of the head, with long and small eye-apples. The
tail is distinguished by several white rings; its teeth are so
sharp as to make an impression even upon steel. Each of its four
legs had five crooked claws aimed on the end with nails. Its
gait is very slow, but wherever it fastens it is not easily
removed. It dwells commonly upon rotten trees, or among the
ruines of old <rs type="building" subtype="house">houses</rs>
and <rs type="building" subtype="temple">churches</rs>; it
oftentimes settles near the bedsteads, which makes sometimes the
<orgName>moors</orgName> pull down their huts. </p>
<p> Its constant cry is <hi rend="italic">gekko</hi>, but before it
begins it makes a kind of hissing noise. The sting of this
creature is so venomous, that the wound proves mortal, unless it
be immediately burnt with a red hot iron, or cut off. The blood
is of a palish colour, resembling poison itself. </p>
<p> The <orgName>Javanese</orgName> use to dip their arrows in the
blood of this creature; and those who deal in poisons among
them, (an art much esteemed in the <geogFeat>island</geogFeat>
of <placeName>Java</placeName>, by both sexes) hang it up with a
string tied to the tail on the cieling, by which means it being
exasperated to the highest pitch sends forth a yellow liquor out
of its mouth, which they gather in small pots set underneath,
and afterwards coagulate into a body in the sun. This they
continue for several months together, by giving daily food to
the creature. It is unquestionably the strongest poison in
<placeName ref="the_world">the world</placeName>; its urine
being of so corrosive a quality, that it not only raises
blisters, wherever it touches the skin, but turns the flesh
black, and causes a gangrene. <bibl>Nieuhoff.</bibl>
</p>
<p> Is there any analogy between a foam thus procured and the
saliva of a mad dog?</p>
</note>
that in his agony,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4938">
<rs type="science" subtype="chem">"Last from his lips
shall fall,</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4939">
<rs type="science" subtype="chem">"The deadliest poison
that <name type="divin">the Devils</name> know.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4940">"<persName ref="Thalaba">Son of
<persName>Hodeirah</persName>
</persName>, thou and I</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4941">
<rs type="science" subtype="chem">"Shall prove its deadly
force!"</rs>
</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B9_lg557">
<l rend="i0" n="4942">And lo! the <orgName>Executioners</orgName> begin</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4943">And beat his belly with alternate blows.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4944">And <orgName>these are human that look
on</orgName>;...</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4945">
<orgName>The very women that would shrink</orgName>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4946">And shudder if they saw a worm</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4947">Crushed by the careless tread,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4948">They clap their hands for joy</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4949">And lift their children up</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4950">To see <rs type="religion" subtype="Christian">
<persName ref="Christ_Martyr">the Christian</persName>
</rs> die.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B9_lg558">
<l rend="i0" n="4951">Convulsing <name type="myth">Nature</name> with her
tortures drunk</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4952">Ceases to suffer now.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4953">
<rs type="person" ref="Christ_Martyr">His eye-lids tremble, his lips
quake</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4954">But like the quivering of a severed limb</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4955">Move no responsive pang.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4956">Now catch the exquisite poison! for it froths</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4957">His dying lips,... and <persName>Khawla</persName> holds
the bowl.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B9_lg559">
<l rend="i0" n="4958">Enough the <rs type="place" ref="Mohareb_Island">Island</rs> crimes had cried to <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Heaven</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4959">The measure of their guilt was full,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4960">
<time>The hour of wrath was come</time>.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4961">The poison burst the bowl,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4962">It fell upon the earth.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4963">
<persName ref="Khawla">The Sorceress</persName> shrieked and caught
<persName>Mohareb</persName>'s robe</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4964">And called <rs type="metaplace" subtype="passage" ref="sky">the whirlwind</rs> and away!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4965">For lo! from that accursed venom springs,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4966">
<rs type="metaplace" subtype="barrier">The Upas Tree of Death</rs>.</l>
</lg>
</div>
<div type="book" xml:id="Book_10">
<head>THE TENTH BOOK.</head>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg560">
<l rend="i0" n="4967">Alone, beside a rivulet it stands</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4968">The Upas
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_161">
<p> The fiction of the Upas is too well known from the Botanic Garden,
to need repetition. Suffice it here to remark that the Tree is said
to have sprung up as a punishment to the guilty Islanders. </p>
<p> None of our early travellers mention this Tree, and they were too
fond of wonders to omit so monstrous a tale, had it been true. It
is curious that such a story should have been invented by a
Dutchman. </p>
<p> Perhaps the seed of the Upas is contained in the following
passage. </p>
<p> Neere unto the said Iland (Java) is another countrey called
Panten, or Tathalamasin. In this land there are trees yeelding
meale, hony and wine, and the most deadly poison in all <placeName ref="the_world">the whole world</placeName>: for against it
there is but one onley remedy; and that is this; if a man hath
taken of the poyson, and would be delivered from the danger
thereof, let him temper the dung of aman in water, and so drinke a
good quantity thereof and it expels the poyson immediately.
<bibl>Odoricus the Minorite Frier. In Hakluyt.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
Tree of Death.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4969">Thro' barren banks the barren waters flow,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4970">The fish that meets them in the unmingling sea</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4971">Floats poisoned on the waves.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4972">Tree grows not near, nor bush, nor flower, nor herb,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4973">
<placeName ref="Earth_planet">The Earth</placeName> has
lost its parent powers of life</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4974">And the fresh dew of Heaven that there descends,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4975">Steams in rank poison up.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg561">
<l rend="i0" n="4976">Before the appointed Youth and Maimuna</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4977">Saw the first struggle of the dying throng,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4978">Crash sunk their prison wall!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4979">The whirlwind wrapt them round;</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4980">Borne in the Chariot of the Winds</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4981">Ere there was time to fear, their way was past,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4982">And lo! again they stand</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4983">In the cave-dwelling of the blue-eyed Witch.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg562">
<l rend="i0" n="4984">Then came the weakness of her natural age</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4985">At once on Maimuna;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4986">The burthen of her years</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4987">Fell on her, and she knew</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4988">That her repentance in the sight of<name type="divin">God</name>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4989">Had now found favour, and her hour was come.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="4990">Her death was like the righteous; "Turn my face</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4991">"To <placeName>Mecca</placeName>!" in her languid
eyes.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4992">The joy of certain hope</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4993">Lit a last lustre, and in death</l>
<l rend="i4" n="4994">The smile was on her cheek.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg563">
<l rend="i2" n="4995">No faithful
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_162">
<p> When any person is to be buried, it is usual to bring the corpse
at mid-day or afternoon prayers, to one or other of these Mosques,
from whence it is accompanied by the greatest part of the
congregation, <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">to
the grave</rs>. Their processions, at these times, are not so
slow and solemn as in most parts of
<placeName>Christendom</placeName>: for the whole company make
what haste they can, singing as they go along, some select verses
of their Coran. That absolute submission which they pay to the will
of God, allows them not to use any consolatory words upon these
occasions: no loss or misfortune is to be hereupon regretted or
complained of: instead likewise of such expressions of sorrow and
condolence, as may regard the deceased, the compliments turn upon
the person, who is the nearest concerned, a blessing (say his
friends) be upon your head. <bibl>Shaw.</bibl>
</p>
<p> All Mahometans inter the dead at the hour set apart for prayer;
the defunct is not kept in the house, except he expires after
sunset, but the Body is transported to the Mosque, whither it is
carried by those who are going to prayer; each from a spirit of
devotion is desirous to carry in his turn. Women regularly go on
Friday to weep over, and pray <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">at the sepulchres of the dead</rs>, whose memory
they hold dear. <bibl>Chenier.</bibl>
</p>
<p> This custom of crowding about a funeral contributes to spread the
plague in <placeName>Turkey</placeName>.—It is not many years
since, in some parts of Worcestershire, the mourners were
accustomed to kneel with their heads upon the coffin during the
burial service. </p>
<p> The fullest account of a Mohammedan funeral is in the Lettres sur
la Grece, of M. Guys. Chance made him the spectator of a ceremony
which the Moslem will not suffer an Infidel to prophane by his
presence. </p>
<p> "About ten in the morning I saw the grave-digger at work; the
slaves and the women of the family were seated in the burial
ground, many other women arrived, and then they all began to
lament. After this prelude they one after the other embraced one of
the little pillars which are placed upon the graves, crying out <hi rend="italic">Ogloum, ogloum, sœna Mussaphir gueldi</hi>, My
Son, my Son, a guest is coming to see thee. At these words their
tears and sobs began anew; but the storm did not continue long;
they all seated themselves, and entered into conversation. </p>
<p> At noon I heard a confused noise, and cries of lamentation, it was
the funeral which arrived. A Turk preceded it, bearing upon his
head a small chest; four other Turks carried the bier upon their
shoulders, then came the father, the relations and the friends of
the dead in great numbers. Their cries ceased at the entrance of
the burial ground, but then they quarrelled—and for this. The man
who bore the chest opened it, it was filled with copies of the
Koran, a croud of Turks, young and old, threw themselves upon the
books and scrambled for them. Those who succeeded ranged themselves
around the Iman, and all at once began to recite the Koran, almost
as Boys say their lesson. Each of the readers received ten parats,
about fifteen sols, wrapt in paper. It was then for these fifteen
pence that these pious assistants had quarrelled, and in our own
country you might have seen them fight for less. </p>
<p> The bier was placed by the grave, in which the grave-digger was
still working, and perfumes were burnt by it. After the reading of
the Koran the Iman chanted some Arabic prayers, and his full-chant
would, no doubt, have appeared to you, as it did to me, very
ridiculous. All the Turks were standing; they held their hands open
over the grave, and answered <hi rend="italic">Amen</hi> to all the
prayers which the Iman addressed to<name type="divin">God</name>for
the deceased. </p>
<p> The prayers finished, a large chest was brought about six feet
long and three broad; its boards were very thick. The coffin is
usually made of cypress; thus literally is verified the phrase of <bibl>
<author>Horace</author>
</bibl> that the cypress is our last possession. </p>
<q>
<lg xml:lang="la">
<l rend="i0">Neque harum, quas colis, arborum,</l>
<l rend="i0">Te, præter invisas cupressus,</l>
<l rend="i0">Ulla brevem dominum sequetur.</l>
</lg>
</q>
<p>
<rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">The
cemeteries</rs>
<rs type="place" ref="Turkey">of the Turks</rs> are usually planted
with these trees, to which they have a religious attachment. The
chest which was in loose pieces, having been placed in the grave,
the coffin was laid in it, and above planks, with other pieces of
wood. Then all the Turks, taking spades, cast earth upon the grave
to cover it. This is a part of the ceremony at which all the
bystanders assisted in their turn. </p>
<p> Before the corpse is buried it is carried to the Mosque. Then
after having recited the <hi rend="italic">Fatka</hi> (a prayer
very similar to our Lord's prayer, which is repeated by all
present) the Iman asks the congregation what they have to testify
concerning the life and morals of the deceased. Each then in his
turn relates those good actions with which he was acquainted. The
body is then washed, and wrapped up like a mummy, so that it cannot
be seen. Drugs and spices are placed in the bier with it, and it is
carried to interment. Before it is lowered into the grave, the Iman
commands silence, saying, "Cease your lamentations for a moment,
and let me instruct this Moslem how to act, when he arrives in <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin" ref="the_other_world">the other
world</rs>." Then in the ear of the corpse, he directs him how
to answer the Evil Spirit who will not fail to question him
respecting his religion, &c. This lesson finished, he repeats
the <hi rend="italic">Fatka</hi> with all the assistants, and the
body is let down into the grave. After they have thrown earth three
times upon the grave, as the Romans used, they retire. The Iman
only remains, he approaches the grave, stoops down, inclines his
ear, and listens to hear if the Dead disputes when the Angel of
Death comes to take him: then he bids him farewell, and in order to
be well paid, never fails to report to the family the best news of
the dead.</p>
</note>
crowded round her bier,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="4999">No tongue reported her good deeds,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5000">For her no mourners wailed and wept,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5001">No Iman o'er her perfumed corpse,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5002">For her soul's health intoned the prayer;</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5003">No column
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_163">
<p>
<rs type="place" ref="Turkey">The Turks bury not at all within the
walls of the city</rs>, but the great Turkish Emperors
themselves, with their wives and children about them, and some few
other of their great Bassaes, and those only in chappels by
themselves built for that purpose. All the rest of the Turks are
buried in the fields; some of the better sort in tombs of marble,
but the rest with tomb-stones laid upon them, or with two great
stones, one set up at the head and the other at the feet of every
<rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">grave</rs>; the
greatest part of them being of white marble, brought from the Isle
of Marmora. </p>
<p> They will not bury any man where another hath been buried,
accounting it impiety to dig up another man's bones: by reason
whereof they cover all the best ground about the city with such
great white stones: which, for the infinite number of them, are
thought sufficient to make another wall about the city.
<bibl>Knolles.</bibl>
</p>
<p> The Turks bury by the way-side, believing that the passengers will
pray for the souls of the dead. <bibl>Tavernier.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
raised by the way side</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5004">Implored the passing traveller</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5005">To say a requiem for the dead.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5006">Thalaba laid her in the snow,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5007">And took his weapons from the hearth,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5008">And then once more the youth began</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5009">His weary way of solitude.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg565">
<l rend="i2" n="5010">
<rs type="place" ref="land_of_snow">The breath of the
East is in his face</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5011">And it drives the sleet and the snow.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5012">The air is keen, the wind is keen,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5013">His limbs are aching with the cold,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5014">His eyes are aching
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_164">
<p> All that day we travelled over <rs type="place" ref="land_of_snow">plains all covered with snow</rs> as the day before, and indeed
it is not only troublesome but very dangerous to travel thro' these
deep snows. The mischief is that the beams of the sun which lie all
day long upon it, molest the eyes and face with such a scorching
beat as very much weakens the sight, whatever remedy a man can
apply, by wearing as the people of the country do, a thin
handkerchief of green or black silk, which no way abates the
annoyance. <bibl>Chardin.</bibl>
</p>
<p> When they have to travel many days thro' <rs type="place" ref="land_of_snow">a country covered with snow</rs>, Travellers
to preserve their sight, cover the face with a silk kerchief made
on purpose, like a sort of black crape. Others have large furred
bonnets, bordered with goat skin, and the long goat-hair hanging
over the face is as serviceable as the crape.
<bibl>Tavernier.</bibl>
</p>
<p> An Abyssinian historian says, that the village, called
<placeName>Zinzenam</placeName>, <hi rend="italic">rain upon
rain</hi>, has its name from an extraordinary circumstance that
once happened in these parts, for a shower of rain fell, which was
not properly of the nature of rain, as it did not run upon the
ground, but remained very light, having scarce the weight of
feathers, of a beautiful white colour like flower; it fell in
showers, and occasioned a darkness in the air more than rain, and
liker to mist. It covered the face of the whole country for several
days, retaining its whiteness the whole time, then went away like
dew, without leaving any smell, or unwholsome effect behind it. </p>
<p> So the Dutch were formerly expelled from <rs type="place" ref="India">an East Indian Settlement</rs>, because their
Consul, in narrating to the Prince of the Country the wonders of
<placeName>Europe</placeName>, chanced to say that in his own
Country, Water became a solid body once a year, for some time: when
Men or even Horses might pass over it without sinking.—The prince
in a rage said that he had hitherto listened to his tales with
patience, but this was so palpable a Lie, that he would never more
be connected with Europeans, who only could assert such monstrous
falshoods.</p>
</note>
with the snow,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5015">His very heart is cold,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5016">His spirit chilled within him. He looks on</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5017">If ought of life be near,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5018">But all is sky and the <placeName ref="land_of_snow">white wilderness</placeName>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5019">And here and there a solitary pine,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5020">Its branches broken by the weight of snow.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5021">His pains abate, his senses dull</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5022">With suffering, cease to suffer.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5023">Languidly, languidly,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5024">Thalaba drags along,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5025">A heavy weight is on his lids,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5026">His limbs move slow with heaviness,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5027">And he full fain would sleep.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5028">Not yet, not yet, O Thalaba!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5029">Thy hour of rest is come;</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5030">Not yet may the Destroyer sleep</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5031">The comfortable sleep,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5032">His journey is not over yet,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5033">His course not yet fulfilled;...</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5034">Run thou thy race, O Thalaba!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5035">The prize is at the goal.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg566">
<l rend="i4" n="5036">It was a Cedar-tree</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5037">That woke him from the deadly drowsiness;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5038">Its broad, round-spreading
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_165">
<p> A strange account of the Cedars of <placeName>Lebanon</placeName>
is given by <bibl>De la Roque. <hi rend="italic">Voyage de Syrie
& du Mont Liban.</hi> 1722</bibl>. </p>
<p> "This little forest is composed of twenty Cedars of a prodigious
size, so large indeed that the finest Planes, Sycamores, and other
large trees which we had seen could not be compared with them.
Besides these principal Cedars, there were a great number of lesser
ones, and some very small, mingled with the large trees, or in
little clumps near them. They differed not in their foliage, which
resembles the Juniper, and is green throughout the year: but the
great Cedars spread at their summit and form a perfect round,
whereas the small ones rise in a pyramidal form like the Cypress.
Both diffuse the same pleasant odour; the large ones only yield
fruit, a large cone in shape almost like that of the Pine, but of a
browner colour, and compacter shell. It gives a very pleasant
odour, and contains a sort of thick and transparent balm, which
oozes out thro' small apertures, and falls drop by drop. This fruit
which it is difficult to separate from the stalk, contains a nut
like that of the Cypress; it grows at the end of the boughs, and
turns its point upwards. </p>
<p> The nature of this tree is not to elevate its trunk, or the part
between the root and the first branches; for the largest Cedars
which we saw did not in the height of their trunks exceed six or
seven feet. From this low but enormously thick body, prodigious
branches rise, spreading as they rise, and forming by the
disposition of their boughs and leaves which point upward, a sort
of wheel which appears to be the work of art. The bark of the
cedar, except at the trunk, is smooth and shining, of a brown
colour. Its wood white and soft immediately under the bark, but
hard and red within, and very bitter, which renders it
incorruptible and almost immortal. A fragrant gum issues from the
tree. </p>
<p> The largest Cedar which we measured was seven feet in
circumference, wanting two inches, and the whole extent of its
branches, which it was easy to measure from their perfect
roundness, formed a circumference of about 120 feet. </p>
<p> The Patriarch of the Maronites, fully persuaded of the rarity of
these Trees, and wishing by the preservation of those that remain
to shew his respect for a forest so celebrated in Scripture has
pronounced canonical pains, and even excommunication against any
Christians who shall dare to cut them; scarcely will he permit a
little to be sometimes taken for Crucifixes and little tabernacles
in the chapels of our Missionaries. </p>
<p> The Maronites themselves have such a veneration for these Cedars,
that on the day of Transfiguration they celebrate the festival
under them with great solemnity, the Patriarch officiates and says
Mass pontifically, and among other exercises of devotion they
particularly honour the Virgin Mary there, and sing her praises,
because she is compared to the Cedars of
<placeName>Lebanon</placeName>, and Lebanon itself used as a
metaphor for the mother of Christ. </p>
<p> The Maronites say that the snows have no sooner begun to fall than
these Cedars, whose boughs in their infinite number are all so
equal in height that they appear to have been shorn, and form, as
we have said, a sort of wheel or parasol,—than these Cedars, I say,
never fail at that time to change their figure. The branches which
before spread themselves rise insensibly, gathering together it may
be said, and turn their points upward towards Heaven, forming
altogether a pyramid. It is <name type="myth">Nature</name>, they
say, who inspires this movement, and makes them assume a new shape,
without which these Trees never could sustain the immense weight of
snow, remaining for so long a time. </p>
<p> I have procured more particular information of this fact, and it
has been confirmed by the testimony of many persons, who have often
witnessed it. This is what the Secretary of the Maronite Patriarch
wrote to me in one of his letters, which I think it right to give
in his own words. <hi rend="italic">Cedri Libani quas plantavit
Deus, ut Psalmist: loquitur, sitae sunt in planitie quâdam,
aliquantulum infra altissimum Montis-Libani cacumen, ubi tempore
hyemali maxima nivium quantitas descendit, tribusque &
ultra, mensibus mordaciter dominatur. Cedri in altum ascendunt
extensis tamen ramis in gyrum solo parallelis, confioientibus
suo gyro fere umbellam solarem. Sed superveniente nive, quia
coacervaretur in magnâ quantitate eos desuper, neque possent
pati tantum pondus tanto tempore premens, sine certo fractionis
discrimine, Natura, rerum omnium provida mater, ipsis concessit,
ut adveniente hyeme & descendente nive, statim rami in altum
assurgant, & secum invicem uniti constituant quasi conum, ut
melius sese ab adveniente hoste tueantur. Naturá enim ipsâ verum
est, virtutem quamlebet unitam simul reddi fortiorem.</hi>
</p>
<p> The Cedars of <placeName>Lebanon</placeName>, which, as the
Psalmist says, God himself planted, are situated in a little plain,
somewhat below the loftiest summit of mount Lebanon, where in the
winter a great quantity of snow falls, and continues for three
months, or longer. The Cedars are high, but their boughs spread out
parallel with the ground into a circle, forming almost a shield
against the sun. But when the snow falls, which would be heaped
upon them in so great a quantity, that they could not endure such a
weight so long a time, without the certain danger of breaking,
<name type="myth">Nature, the provident mother of all</name>,
has endued them with power, that when the winter comes and the snow
descends, their boughs immediately rise, and uniting together form
a cone, that they may be the better defended from the coming Enemy.
For in <name type="myth">Nature</name> itself it is true, that
virtue as it is united, becomes stronger.</p>
</note>
branches when they felt</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5039">
<rs type="place" ref="land_of_snow">The snow, rose
upward</rs> in a point to <rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest" ref="Heaven">heaven</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5040">And standing in their strength erect,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5041">Defied the baffled storm.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5042">He knew the lesson <name type="myth">Nature</name>
gave,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5043">And he shook off his heaviness,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5044">And hope revived within him.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg567">
<l rend="i4" n="5045">Now sunk the evening sun,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5046">A broad, red, beamless orb,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5047">Adown the glowing sky;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5048">Thro' the red light the snow-flakes fell, like fire.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5049">Louder grows the biting wind,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5050">
<rs type="place" ref="land_of_snow">And it drifts the
dust of the snow</rs>.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5051">The snow is clotted in his hair,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5052">The breath of Thalaba</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5053">Is iced upon his lips.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5054">He looks around, the darkness,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5055">The dizzy floating of the snow,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5056">Close in his narrow view.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg568">
<l rend="i0" n="5057">At length thro' the thick atmosphere a light</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5058">Not distant far appears.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5059">He doubting other wiles of enmity,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5060">With mingled joy and quicker step,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5061">Bends his way thitherward.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg569">
<l rend="i0" n="5062">
<rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Laila_zone">It
was a little, lowly dwelling place</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5063">Amid a garden, whose delightful air</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5064">Felt mild and fragrant, as the evening wind</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5065">Passing in summer o'er the coffee-groves
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_166">
<p> The Coffee plant is about the size of the orange tree, the flower
in colour, size, and smell, resembles the white jessamine, the
berry is first green, then red, in which ripe state it is gathered. </p>
<p> Olearius's description of Coffee is amusing. "They drink a certain
black water which they call Cahwa, made of a fruit brought out of
<placeName>Egypt</placeName>, and which is in colour like
ordinary wheat, and in taste like Turkish wheat, and is of the
bigness of a little bean. They fry, or rather burn it in an iron
pan without any liquor, beat it to powder, and boyling it with fair
water, they make this drink thereof, which hath as it were the
taste of a burnt crust, and is not pleasant to the palate. <bibl>
<hi rend="italic">Amb. Travels.</hi>
</bibl>
</p>
</note>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5066">Of <placeName>Yemen</placeName> and its blessed bowers of
balm.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5067">A Fount of Fire that in the centre played,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5068">Rolled all around its wonderous rivulets</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5069">And fed <rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Laila_zone">the garden</rs> with the heat of life.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5070">Every where magic! the Arabian's heart</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5071">Yearned after human intercourse.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5072">A light!... the door unclosed!...</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5073">All silent ... he goes in.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg570">
<l rend="i0" n="5074">
<rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Laila_zone">There</rs> lay a Damsel sleeping on a couch,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5075">His step awoke her, and she gazed at him</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5076">With pleased and wondering look,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5077">Fearlessly, like a yearling child</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5078">Too ignorant to fear.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5079">With words of courtesy</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5080">The young intruder spake.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5081">At the sound of his voice a joy</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5082">Kindled her bright black eyes;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5083">She rose and took his hand,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5084">But at the touch the smile forsook her cheek,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5085">"Oh! it is cold!" she cried,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5086">"I thought I should have felt it warm like mine,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5087">"But thou art like the rest!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg571">
<l rend="i4" n="5088">Thalaba stood mute awhile</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5089">And wondering at her words:</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5090">"Cold? Lady!" then he said; "I have travelled long</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5091">"In this cold wilderness,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5092">"Till life is almost spent!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg572">
<l rend="i8" n="5093">LAILA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg573">
<l rend="i0" n="5094">Art thou a Man then?</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg574">
<l rend="i8" n="5095">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg575">
<l rend="i8" n="5096">I did not think</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5097">Sorrow and toil could so have altered me,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5098">That I seem otherwise.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg576">
<l rend="i8" n="5099">LAILA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg577">
<l rend="i8" n="5100"> And thou canst be warm</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5101">Sometimes? life-warm as I am?</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg578">
<l rend="i8" n="5102">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg579">
<l rend="i12" n="5103">Surely Lady</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5104">As others are, I am, to heat and cold</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5105">Subject like all, you see a Traveller,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5106">Bound upon hard adventure, who requests</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5107">Only to rest him <rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Laila_zone">here</rs> to-night, to-morrow</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5108">He will pursue his way.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg580">
<l rend="i8" n="5109">LAILA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg581">
<l rend="i8" n="5110"> Oh ... not to-morrow!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5111">Not like a dream of joy, depart so soon!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5112">And whither wouldst thou go? for all around</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5113">
<rs type="place" ref="land_of_snow">Is everlasting
winter, ice and snow</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5114">Deserts unpassable of endless frost.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg582">
<l rend="i8" n="5115">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg583">
<l rend="i0" n="5116">He who has led me <rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Laila_zone">here</rs> will still sustain me</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5117">Thro' cold and hunger.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg584">
<l rend="i4" n="5118">"Hunger?" Laila cried;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5119">She clapt her lilly hands,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5120">And <rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Laila_zone">whether from above or from below</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5121">It came, sight could not see,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5122">So suddenly the floor was spread with food.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg585">
<l rend="i8" n="5123">LAILA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg586">
<l rend="i0" n="5124">Why dost thou watch with hesitating eyes</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5125">The banquet? 'tis for thee! I bade it come.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg587">
<l rend="i8" n="5126">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg588">
<l rend="i0" n="5127">Whence came it?</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg589">
<l rend="i8" n="5128">LAILA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg590">
<l rend="i6" n="5129"> Matters it from whence it came</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5130">My father sent it: when I call, he hears.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5131">Nay ... thou hast fabled with me! and art like</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5132">The forms that wait upon my solitude,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5133">Human to eye alone;... thy hunger would not</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5134">Question so idly else.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg591">
<l rend="i8" n="5135">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg592">
<l rend="i8" n="5136">I will not eat!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5137">It came by magic! fool to think that aught</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5138">But fraud and danger could await me here!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5139">Let loose my cloak!...</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg593">
<l rend="i8" n="5140">LAILA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg594">
<l rend="i8" n="5141"> Begone then, insolent!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5142">Why dost thou stand and gaze upon my face?</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5143">Aye! watch the features well that threaten thee</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5144">With fraud and danger! in the wilderness</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5145">They shall avenge me,... in the hour of want</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5146">Rise on thy view, and make thee feel</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5147">How innocent I am:</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5148">And this remembered cowardice and insult</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5149">With a more painful shame will burn thy cheek</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5150">Than now beats mine in anger!</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg595">
<l rend="i8" n="5151">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg596">
<l rend="i12" n="5152">Mark me Lady!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5153">Many and restless are my enemies;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5154">My daily paths have been beset with snares</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5155">Till I have learnt suspicion, bitter sufferings</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5156">Teaching the needful vice, if I have wronged you,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5157">And yours should be the face of innocence,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5158">I pray you pardon me! in the name of God,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5159">And of his Prophet, I partake your food.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg597">
<l rend="i8" n="5160">LAILA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg598">
<l rend="i0" n="5161">Lo now! thou wert afraid of sorcery,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5162">And yet hast said a charm!</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg599">
<l rend="i8" n="5163">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg600">
<l rend="i10" n="5164">A charm?</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg601">
<l rend="i8" n="5165">LAILA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg602">
<l rend="i14" n="5166">And wherefore?</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5167">Is it not not delicate food? what mean thy words?</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5168">I have heard many spells and many names</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5169">That rule the Genii and the Elements,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5170">But never these.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg603">
<l rend="i8" n="5171">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg604">
<l rend="i6" n="5172">How! never heard the names</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5173">Of<name type="divin">God</name>and of the Prophet?</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg605">
<l rend="i8" n="5174">LAILA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg606">
<l rend="i11" n="5175">Never ... nay now</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5176">Again that troubled eye? thou art a strange man</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5177">And wonderous fearful ... but I must not twice</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5178">Be charged with fraud! if thou suspectest still,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5179">Depart and leave me!</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg607">
<l rend="i8" n="5180">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg608">
<l rend="i8" n="5181">And you do not know</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5182">The<name type="divin">God</name>that made you?</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg609">
<l rend="i8" n="5183">LAILA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg610">
<l rend="i10" n="5184">Made me, man! my Father</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5185">Made me. He made <rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Laila_zone">this dwelling, and the grove</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5186">And yonder fountain-fire, and every morn</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5187">He visits me, and takes the snow, and moulds</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5188">Women and men, like thee; and breathes into them</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5189">Motion, and life, and sense,... but to the touch</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5190">They are chilling cold, and ever when night closes</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5191">They melt away again, and leave me here</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5192">Alone and sad. Oh then how I rejoice</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5193">When it is day and my dear Father comes,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5194">And chears me with kind words and kinder looks!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5195">My dear, dear, Father! were it not for him,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5196">I am so weary of this loneliness,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5197">That I should wish I also were of snow</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5198">That I might melt away, and cease to be.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg611">
<l rend="i8" n="5199">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg612">
<l rend="i0" n="5200">And have you always had your dwelling <rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Laila_zone">here</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5201">Amid this solitude of snow?</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg613">
<l rend="i8" n="5202">LAILA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg614">
<l rend="i11" n="5203">I think so.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5204">I can remember with unsteady feet</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5205">Tottering from room to room, and finding pleasure</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5206">In flowers and toys and sweetmeats, things that long</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5207">Have lost their power to please; that when I see them</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5208">Raise only now a melancholy wish</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5209">I were the little trifler once again</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5210">That could be pleased so lightly!</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg615">
<l rend="i8" n="5211">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg616">
<l rend="i12" n="5212">Then you know not</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5213">Your Father's art?</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg617">
<l rend="i8" n="5214">LAILA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg618">
<l rend="i8" n="5215">No. I besought him once</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5216">To give me power like his, that where he went</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5217">I might go with him: but he shook his head,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5218">And said it was a power too dearly bought,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5219">And kist me with the tenderness of tears.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg619">
<l rend="i8" n="5220">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg620">
<l rend="i0" n="5221">And wherefore has he hidden you <rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Laila_zone">thus far</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5222">From all the ways of humankind?</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg621">
<l rend="i8" n="5223">LAILA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg622">
<l rend="i12" n="5224">'Twas fear,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5225">Fatherly fear and love. He read
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_167">
<p> It is well known how much the Orientalists are addicted to this
pretended science. There is a curious instance of public folly in
Sir John Chardin's travels. </p>
<p> "Sephie-Mirza was born in the year of the <hi rend="italic">Egire</hi> 1057. for the superstition <rs type="place" ref="Persia">of the Persians</rs> will not let us know the month
or the day. Their addiction to Astrology is such that they
carefully conceal the moments of their Princes birth, to prevent
the casting their nativities, where they might meet perhaps with
something which they should be unwilling to know." </p>
<p> At the coronation of this Prince two Astrologers were to be
present, with an Astrolabe in their hands, to take the fortunate
hour, as they term it, and observe the lucky moments that a happy
constellation should point out for proceedings of that importance. </p>
<p> Sephie-Mirza having by debauchery materially injured his health,
the Chief Physician was greatly alarmed, "in regard his life
depended upon the King's, or if his life were spared yet he was
sure to lose his estate and his liberty, as happens to all those
who attend the Asiatic Sovereigns, when they die under their care.
The Queen Mother too accused him of treason or ignorance, believing
that since he was her Son's Physician he was obliged to cure him.
This made the Physician at his wits end, so that all his receipts
failing him, he bethought himself of one that was peculiarly his
own invention, and which few physicians would ever have found out,
as not being to be met with neither in Galen nor Hippocrates. What
does he then do, but out of an extraordinary fetch of his wit, he
begins to lay the fault upon the stars and the King's Astrologers,
crying out that they were altogether in the wrong, that if the King
lay in a languishing condition and could not recover his health it
was because they had failed to observe the happy hour, or the
Aspect of a fortunate constellation at the time of his coronation."
The stratagem succeeded, the King was recrowned and by the new name
of Solyman! <bibl>Chardin.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
<rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest" ref="stars">the stars</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5226">And saw a danger in my destiny,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5227">And therefore placed me here <rs type="place" ref="land_of_snow">amid the snows</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5228">And laid a spell that never human eye,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5229">If foot of man by chance should reach the depth</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5230">Of this wide waste, shall see one trace of grove,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5231">
<rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Laila_zone">Garden, or dwelling-place, or yonder fire</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5232">That thaws and mitigates the frozen sky.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5233">And more than this, even if the enemy</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5234">Should come, I have a guardian here.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg623">
<l rend="i8" n="5235">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg624">
<l rend="i14" n="5236">A guardian?</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg625">
<l rend="i8" n="5237">LAILA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg626">
<l rend="i0" n="5238">'Twas well that when my sight unclosed upon thee</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5239">There was no dark suspicion in thy face.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5240">Else I had called his succour! wilt thou see him?</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5241">But if a Woman can have terrified thee,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5242">How wilt thou bare his unrelaxing brow</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5243">And lifted lightnings?</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg627">
<l rend="i8" n="5244">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg628">
<l rend="i8" n="5245">Lead me to him, Lady!</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg629">
<l rend="i4" n="5246">She took him by the hand</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5247">And thro' the porch they past.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5248">Over <rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Laila_zone">the garden and the grove</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5249">The fountain streams of fire</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5250">Poured a broad light like noon.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5251">A broad unnatural light</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5252">That made the Rose's blush of beauty pale,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5253">And dimmed the rich Geranium's scarlet blaze.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5254">The various verdure of the grove</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5255">Now wore one undistinguishable grey,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5256">Checqured with blacker shade.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5257">Suddenly Laila stopt,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5258">"I do not think thou art the enemy,"</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5259">She said, "but He will know!</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5260">"If thou hast meditated wrong</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5261">"Stranger, depart in time....</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5262">"I would not lead thee to thy death!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg630">
<l rend="i4" n="5263">The glance of Laila's eye</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5264">Turned anxiously toward the Arabian youth.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5265">"So let him pierce my heart," cried Thalaba,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5266">"If it hide thought to harm you!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg631">
<l rend="i8" n="5267">LAILA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg632">
<l rend="i12" n="5268">'Tis a figure,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5269">Almost I fear to look at!... yet come on.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5270">'Twill ease me of a heaviness that seems</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5271">To sink my heart; and thou mayest dwell here then.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5272">In safety;... for thou shalt not go to-morrow,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5273">Nor on the after, nor the after day,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5274">Nor ever! it was only solitude</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5275">That made my misery here,...</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5276">And now that I can see a human face,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5277">And hear a human voice....</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5278">Oh no! thou wilt not leave me!</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg633">
<l rend="i8" n="5279">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg634">
<l rend="i4" n="5280">Alas I must not rest!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5281">
<rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest" ref="stars">The
star that ruled at my nativity</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5282">Shone with a strange and blasting influence.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5283">O gentle Lady! I should draw upon you</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5284">A killing curse.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg635">
<l rend="i8" n="5285">LAILA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg636">
<l rend="i6" n="5286">But I will ask my Father</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5287">To save you from all danger, and you know not</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5288">The wonders he can work, and when I ask</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5289">It is not in his power to say me nay.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5290">Perhaps thou knowest the happiness it is</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5291">To have a tender father?</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg637">
<l rend="i8" n="5292">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg638">
<l rend="i10" n="5293">He was one</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5294">Whom like a loathsome leper I have tainted</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5295">With my contagious destiny. At evening</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5296">He kist me as he wont, and laid his hands</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5297">Upon my head, and blest me ere I slept.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5298">His dying groan awoke me, for the Murderer</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5299">Had stolen upon our sleep! for me was meant</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5300">The midnight blow of death; my father died,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5301">The brother play-mates of my infancy,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5302">The baby at the breast, they perished all,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5303">All in that dreadful hour: but I was saved</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5304">To remember and revenge.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg639">
<l rend="i4" n="5305">She answered not, for now</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5306">Emerging from the o'er-arched avenue</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5307">The finger of her upraised hand</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5308">Marked where the Guardian of <rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Laila_zone">the garden</rs> stood.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5309">It was a brazen
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_168">
<p> We have now to refute their errour who are persuaded that Brazen
Heads made under certain constellations may give answers, and be as
it were guides and counsellors, upon all occasions, to those that
had them in their possession. Among these is one Yepes who affirms
that Henry de Villeine made such a one at
<placeName>Madrid</placeName>, broken to pieces afterwards by
order of John 2. King of Castile. The same thing is affirmed by
Bartholomew Sibillus, and the Author of <title>the <hi rend="italic">Image of the World</hi>
</title>, of Virgil; by
William of Malmsbury of Sylvester; by John Gower of Robert of
<placeName>Lincoln</placeName>; by the common people of
<placeName>England</placeName> of Roger Bacon; and by Tostatus
Bishop of <placeName>Avilla</placeName>, George of
<placeName>Venice</placeName>, Delrio, Sibillus, Raguseus,
Delancre and others, too many to mention, of Albertus Magnus; who
as the most expert, had made an entire man of the same metal, and
had spent thirty years without any interruption in forming him <rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest" ref="stars">under several
aspects and constellations</rs>. For example, he formed the
eyes, according to the said Tostatus in his commentaries upon
Exodus, when the Sun was in a sign of the Zodiac correspondent to
that part, casting them out of divers metals mixt together and
mark'd with the characters of the same signs and planets, and their
several and necessary aspects. The same method he observed in the
head, neck, shoulders, thighs, and legs, all which were fashioned
at several times, and being put and fastened together in the form
of a man, had the faculty to reveal to the said Albertus the
solutions of all his principal difficulties. To which they add
(that nothing be lost of the story of the statue) that it was
battered to pieces by St. Thomas, meerely because he could not
endure its excesse of prating. </p>
<p> But to give a more rational account of this Androides of Albertus,
as also of all these miraculous heads, I conceive the original of
this fable may well be deduced from the Teraph of the Hebrews, by
which as Mr. Selden affirms, many are of opinion, that we must
understand what is said in Genesis concerning Laban's Gods, and in
the first book of Kings concerning the image which Michol put into
the bed in David's place. For R. Eleazar holds that it was made of
the head of a male child, the first born and that dead-born, under
whose tongue they applyed a lamen of Gold, whereon were engraved
the characters and inscriptions of certain planets, which the Jews
superstitiously wandered up and down with, instead of the Urim and
Thummim, or the Ephod of the High Priest. And that this original is
true and well deduced, there is a manifest indicium, in that Henry
D'Assia, and Bartholomæus Sibillus affirm, that the Androides of
Albertus, and the Head made by Virgil, were composed of flesh and
bone, yet not by nature, but by art. But this being judged
impossible by modern Authors, and the vertue of Images, Annulets,
and planetary Sigills being in great reputation, men have thought
ever since (taking their opinion from Trismegistus affirming in his
Asclepion, that of the Gods, some were made by the Sovereign God,
and others by men, who, by some art, had the power to unite the
invisible Spirits to things visible and corporeal, as is explained
at large by St. Augustine) that such figures were made of copper or
some other metal, whereon men had wrought under some favourable
Aspects of Heaven and the planets. </p>
<p> My design is not absolutely to deny that he might compose some
head or statue of man, like that of Memnon, from which proceeded a
small sound and pleasant noise, when the rising Sun came by his
heat to rarify and force out, by certain small conduits, the air
which in the cold of the night was condensed within it. Or haply
they might be like those statues of Boetius, whereof Cassiodorus
speaking said, <hi rend="italic">Metalla mugiunt</hi>, <hi rend="italic">Diomedis in ære grues buccinant, ænus anguis
insibilat, aves simulatæ fritinniunt, et quæ propriam vocem
nesciunt, ab ære dulcedinem probantur emittere cantilenæ</hi>;
for such I doubt not but may be made by the help of that part of
Natural Magic which depends on the Mathematics. <bibl>History of
Magic.</bibl>
</p>
<p> The title page to this book is wanting;, but the Epistle
Dedicatory is signed J. Davies. By the stile, spelling, and <hi rend="italic">extensive reading of the author</hi>, it appears
to be a work of the last century.</p>
</note>
Image, every limb</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5310">And swelling vein and muscle, true to life:</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5311">The left knee bending on,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5312">The other straight, firm planted, and his hand</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5313">Lifted on high to hurl</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5314">The Lightning that it grasped.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg640">
<l rend="i4" n="5315">When Thalaba approached,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5316">The charmed Image knew Hodeirah's son,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5317">And hurled the lightning at the dreaded foe.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5318">The Ring! the saviour Ring!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5319">Full in his face the lightning-bolt was driven,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5320">The scattered fire recoiled.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5321">Like the flowing of a summer gale he felt</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5322">Its ineffectual force,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5323">His countenance was not changed,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5324">Nor a hair of his head was singed.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg641">
<l rend="i4" n="5325">He started and his glance</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5326">Turned angrily upon the Maid,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5327">The sight disarmed suspicion ... breathless, pale,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5328">Against a tree she stood.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5329">Her wan lips quivering, and her eye</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5330">Upraised, in silent supplicating fear.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg642">
<l rend="i2" n="5331">She started with a scream of joy</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5332">Seeing her Father there,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5333">And ran and threw her arms around his neck,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5334">"Save me!" she cried, "the Enemy is come!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5335">"Save me! save me! Okba!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg643">
<l rend="i4" n="5336">"Okba!" repeats the youth,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5337">For never since that hour</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5338">When in the Tent the Spirit told his name,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5339">Had Thalaba let slip</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5340">The memory of his Father's murderer;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5341">"Okba!"... and in his hand</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5342">He graspt an arrow-shaft.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5343">And he rushed on to strike him.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg644">
<l rend="i0" n="5344">"Son of Hodeirah!" the Old Man replied,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5345">"My hour is not yet come."</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5346">And putting forth his hand</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5347">Gently he repelled the Youth.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5348">"My hour is not yet come!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5349">"But thou mayest shed this innocent Maiden's blood,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5350">"That vengeance<name type="divin">God</name>allows
thee."</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg645">
<l rend="i4" n="5351">Around her Father's neck</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5352">Still Laila's hands were clasped.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5353">Her face was turned to Thalaba,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5354">A broad light floated o'er its marble paleness,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5355">As the wind waved <rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Laila_zone">the fountain fire</rs>.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5356">Her large, dilated eye in horror raised</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5357">Watched his every movement.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5358">"Not upon her," said he,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5359">"Not upon her Hodeirah's blood cries out</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5360">"For vengeance!" and again his lifted arm</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5361">Threatened the Sorcerer,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5362">Again withheld it felt</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5363">The barrier that no human strength could burst.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg646">
<l rend="i0" n="5364">"Thou dost not aim the blow more eagerly,"</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5365">Okba replied, "than I would rush to meet it!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5366">"But that were poor revenge.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5367">"O Thalaba, thy<name type="divin">God</name>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5368">"Wreaks on the innocent head</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5369">"His vengeance;... I must suffer in my child!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5370">"Why dost thou pause to strike thy victim? <name type="divin">Allah</name>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5371">"Permits, commands the deed."</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg647">
<l rend="i4" n="5372">"Liar!" quoth Thalaba.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5373">And Laila's wondering eye</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5374">Looked up, all anguish to her Father's face,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5375">"By <name type="divin">Allah</name> and the Prophet," he
replied,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5376">"I speak the words of truth.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5377">"Misery, misery,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5378">"That I must beg mine enemy to speed</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5379">"The inevitable vengeance now so near!</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5380">"I read it in her horoscope,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5381">"<rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest" ref="stars">Her
birth-star</rs> warned me of Hodeirah's race.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5382">"I laid a spell, and called a Spirit up.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5383">"He answered one must die</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5384">"Laila or Thalaba....</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5385">"Accursed Spirit! even in truth</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5386">"Giving a lying hope!</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5387">"Last, I ascended <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin" ref="7th_Heaven">the seventh Heaven</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5388">"And on the everlasting
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_169">
<p> This Table is suspended in <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin" ref="7th_Heaven">the Seventh Heaven</rs>, and guarded from the
Demons, lest they should change or corrupt any thing thereon. Its
length is so great as is the space between <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Heaven</rs> and <placeName ref="Earth_planet">Earth</placeName>, its breadth equal to the distance from the
East to the West, and it is made of one pearl. The divine Pen was
created by the finger of God: that also is of pearls, and of such
length and breadth that a swift horse could scarcely gallop round
it in five hundred years. It is so endowed, that self-moved it
writes all things, past, present, and to come. Light, is its ink,
and the language which it uses, only the Angel Seraphael
understands. <bibl>Maracci.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
Table there</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5389">"In characters of light,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5390">"I read her written doom.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5391">"The years that it has gnawn me! and the load</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5392">"Of sin that it has laid upon my soul!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5393">"Curse on this hand that in the only hour</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5394">"The favouring stars allowed</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5395">"Reeked with other blood than thine.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5396">"Still dost thou stand and gaze incredulous?</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5397">"Young man, be merciful, and keep her not</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5398">"Longer in agony!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg648">
<l rend="i2" n="5399">Thalaba's unbelieving frown</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5400">Scowled on the Sorcerer,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5401">When in the air the rush of wings was heard</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5402">And Azrael stood among them.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5403">In equal terror at the sight</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5404">The Enchanter, the Destroyer stood,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5405">And Laila, the victim maid.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg649">
<l rend="i0" n="5406">"Son of Hodeirah!" said the Angel of Death,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5407">"The accursed fables not.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5408">"When from the Eternal Hand I took</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5409">"The yearly
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_170">
<p> They celebrate the night Léïleth-ul-beraeth on the 15th of the
month of Schabann, with great apprehension and terror, because they
consider it as the tremendous night on which the angels
Kiramenn-keatibinn, placed on each side of mankind to write down
their good and bad actions, deliver up their books and receive
fresh ones for the continuance of the same employment. It is
believed also, that on that night the archangel Azrail, the angel
of death, gives up also his records and receives another book in
which are written the names of all those destined to die in the
following year. <bibl>D'Ohsson.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
scroll of fate,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5410">"Her name was written there.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5411">"This is the hour, and from thy hands</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5412">"Commissioned to receive the Maid I come."</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg650">
<l rend="i0" n="5413">"Hear me O Angel!" Thalaba replied,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5414">"To avenge my Father's death,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5415">"To work the will of <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Heaven</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5416">"To root from <placeName ref="Earth_planet">earth</placeName> the accursed sorcerer race,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5417">"I have dared danger undismayed,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5418">"I have lost all my soul held dear,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5419">"I am cut off from all the ties of life,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5420">"Unmurmuring; for whate'er awaits me still,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5421">"Pursuing to the end the enterprize,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5422">"Peril or pain, I bear a ready heart.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5423">"But strike this Maid! this innocent!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5424">"Angel, I dare not do it."</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg651">
<l rend="i0" n="5425">"Remember," answered Azrael, "all thou sayest</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5426">"Is written down for judgement! every word</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5427">"In the balance of
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_171">
<p> The Balance of the Dead is an article in almost every creed.
Mohammed borrowed it from the Persians. I know not from whence the
Monks introduced it; probably they were ignorant enough to have
invented the obvious fiction. </p>
<p> In the Vision of Thurcillus the ceremony is accurately described.
<q>"At the end of the north wall, within the church, sate St.
Paul, and opposite him, without, was <name type="divin">the
Devil</name>and his Angels. At the feet of <name type="divin">the Devil</name>a burning pit flamed up, which was the mouth
of the Pit of Hell. A Balance equally poised, was fixed upon the
wall between <name type="divin">the Devil</name>and the Apostle,
one scale hanging before each. The Apostle had two weights, a
greater and a less, all shining and like gold, and <name type="divin">the Devil</name>also had two smoky and black
ones. Therefore the Souls that were all black came one after
another, with great fear and trembling, to behold the weighing
of their good and evil works: for these weights weighed the
works of all the souls, according to the good or evil which they
had done. When the scale inclined to the Apostle, he took the
Soul, and introduced it thro' the Eastern gate, into the fire of
Purgatory, that there it might expiate its crimes. But when the
scale inclined and sunk towards the Devil, then he and his
Angels snatched the soul miserably howling and cursing the
father and mother that begot it to eternal torments, and cast it
with laughter and grinning into the deep and fiery pit which was
at the feet of <name type="divin">the Devil</name>. Of this
Balance of good and evil much may be found in the writings of
the holy Fathers." <bibl>
<author>Matthew Paris</author>
</bibl>.</q>
</p>
<q>
<p> "Concerning the salvation of Charlemagne, Archbishop Turpin, a
man of holy life, wrote thus. "I, Turpin, Archbishop of Rheims,
being in my chamber, in the city of Vienna, saying my prayers,
saw a legion of Devils in the air, who were making a great
noise. I adjured one of them to tell me from whence they came,
and wherefore they made so great an uproar. And he replied that
they came from <placeName>Aix la Chapelle</placeName>, where a
great Lord had died, and that they were returning in anger
because they had not been able to carry away his soul. I asked
him who the great Lord was, and why they had not been able to
carry away his soul. He replied that it was Charlemagne, and
that Saint Jago had been greatly against them. And I asked him
how St. Jago had been against them; and he replied, we were
weighing the good and the evil which he had done <placeName ref="the_world">in this world</placeName>, and Saint Jago
brought so much timber and so many stones from the churches
which he had founded in his name, that they greatly
over-balanced all his evil works; and so we had no power over
his soul. And having said this <name type="divin">the
Devil</name>disappeared." </p>
</q>
<p> We must understand from this vision of Archbishop Turpin, that
they who build or repair churches <placeName ref="the_world">in
this world</placeName>, erect resting places and inns for their
salvation. </p>
<p>
<bibl>
<title>
<hi rend="italic">Historia do Imperador Carlos Magno, &
dos Doze Pares de França.</hi>
</title>
</bibl>
</p>
<p> Two other corollaries follow from the vision. The Devil's way home
from <placeName>Aix la Chapelle</placeName> lay thro'
<placeName>Vienna</placeName>;—and as churches go by weight, an
architect of Sir John Vanbrugh's school should always be employed. </p>
<p> This Balance of the Dead was an easy and apt metaphor, but
clumsily imagined as an actual mode of trial. </p>
<q>
<lg>
<l rend="i0">"For take thy Ballaunce, if thou be so wise,</l>
<l rend="i1">"And weigh the winde that under heaven doth
blow;</l>
<l rend="i0">"Or weigh the light that in the East doth rise:</l>
<l rend="i1">"Or weigh the thought that from man's mind doth
flow</l>
<l rend="i1">"But if the weight of these thou canst not
show,</l>
<l rend="i0">"Weigh but one word which from thy lips doth
fall."</l>
</lg>
<bibl>
<author>Spenser</author>. </bibl>
</q>
</note>
thy trial must be weighed!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg653">
<l rend="i4" n="5434">"So be it!" said the Youth.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5435">"He who can read the secrets of the heart</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5436">"Will judge with righteousness!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5437">"This is no doubtful path,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5438">"The voice of<name type="divin">God</name>within me
cannot lie....</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5439">"I will not harm the innocent."</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg654">
<l rend="i4" n="5440">He said, and from above,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5441">As tho' it were the Voice of Night,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5442">The startling answer came.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5443">"Son of Hodeirah, think again!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5444">"One must depart from <rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Laila_zone">hence</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5445">"Laila, or Thalaba;</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5446">"She dies for thee, or thou for her,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5447">"It must be life for life!</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5448">"Son of Hodeirah, weigh it well,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5449">"While yet the choice is thine!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg655">
<l rend="i4" n="5450">He hesitated not,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5451">But looking upward spread his hands to <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Heaven</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5452">"Oneiza, in thy bower of <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Paradise</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5453">"Receive me, still unstained!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg656">
<l rend="i0" n="5454">"What!" exclaimed Okba, "darest thou disobey,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5455">"Abandoning all claim</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5456">"To <name type="divin">Allah</name>'s longer aid?"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg657">
<l rend="i0" n="5457">The eager exultation of his speech</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5458">
<rs type="place" ref="the_world">Earthward</rs> recalled
the thoughts of Thalaba.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5459">"And dost thou triumph, Murderer? dost thou deem</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5460">"Because I perish, that the unsleeping lids</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5461">"Of Justice shall be closed upon thy crime?</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5462">"Poor, miserable man! that thou canst live</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5463">"With such beast-blindness in the present joy</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5464">"When o'er thy head the sword of<name type="divin">God</name>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5465">"Hangs for the certain stroke!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg658">
<l rend="i0" n="5466">"Servant of <name type="divin">Allah</name>, thou hast
disobeyed,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5467">"<name type="divin">God</name> hath abandoned thee,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5468">"This hour is mine!" cried Okba,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5469">And shook his Daughter off,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5470">And drew the dagger from his vest.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5471">And aimed the deadly blow.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B10_lg659">
<l rend="i0" n="5472">All was accomplished. Laila rushed between</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5473">To save the saviour Youth.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5474">She met the blow and sunk into his arms,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5475">And Azrael from the hands
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_172">
<p> This double meaning is in the spirit of oracular prediction. The
classical reader will remember the equivocations of Apollo, the
fable of the young man and the Lion in the tapestry will be more
generally recollected: we have many buildings in England to which
this story has been applied,—<placeName>Cook's Folly near
<placeName>Bristol</placeName>
</placeName> derives its name
from a similar tradition. </p>
<p> The History of the Buccaneers affords a remarkable instance of
prophecy occasioning its own accomplishment. </p>
<p> "Before my first going over into the <hi rend="italic">
<placeName>South-Seas</placeName>
</hi> with Captain <hi rend="italic">Sharp</hi> (and indeed before any Privateers, at
least since <hi rend="italic">Drake</hi> and <hi rend="italic">Oxengham</hi>) had gone that way which we afterwards went,
except <hi rend="italic">La Sound</hi>, a <hi rend="italic">French</hi> Captain, who by Capt. <hi rend="italic">Wright's</hi> instructions had ventured as far as <hi rend="italic">
<placeName>Cheapo</placeName>
</hi> town with a
body of men, but was driven back again, I being then on board Capt.
<hi rend="italic">Coxon</hi>, in company with three or four more
Privateers, about four leagues to the East of <hi rend="italic">
<placeName>Portobel</placeName>
</hi>, we took the packets
bound thither from <hi rend="italic">
<placeName>Carthagena</placeName>
</hi>. We opened a great
quantity of the Merchant's letters, and found the contents of many
of them to be very surprizing, the Merchants of several parts of
<hi rend="italic">
<placeName ref="Spain">Old-Spain</placeName>
</hi> thereby informing their
correspondents of <hi rend="italic">
<placeName>Panama</placeName>
</hi>, and elsewhere, of a certain
prophecy that went about <hi rend="italic">
<placeName>Spain</placeName>
</hi> that year, the tenor of
which was, <hi rend="italic">that there would be</hi> English <hi rend="italic">privateers that year in the</hi>
<placeName ref="West_Indies">West-Indies</placeName>, <hi rend="italic">who would make such great discoveries, as to open
a door into the</hi>
<placeName>South-Seas</placeName>; which they supposed was fastest
shut: and the letters were accordingly full of cautions to their
friends to be very watchful and careful of their coasts. </p>
<p> This door they spake of we all concluded must be the passage over
land through <rs type="place" ref="West_Indies">the country of the
<hi rend="italic">Indians</hi> of <hi rend="italic">Darien</hi>
</rs>, who were a little before this become our
friends, and had lately fallen out with the <hi rend="italic">Spaniards</hi>, breaking off the intercourse which for some
time they had with them: And upon calling also to mind the frequent
invitations we had from those <hi rend="italic">Indians</hi> a
little before this time, to pass through their Country, and fall
upon the <hi rend="italic">Spaniards</hi> in the <hi rend="italic">South-Seas</hi>, we from henceforward began to entertain such
thoughts in earnest, and soon came to a resolution to make those
attempts which we afterwards did with Capt. <hi rend="italic">Sharp, Coxon, &c.</hi> So that the taking these letters
gave the first life to those bold undertakings: And we took the
advantage of the fears the <hi rend="italic">Spaniards</hi> were in
from that prophecy, or probable conjecture, or whatever it were;
for we sealed up most of the letters again, and sent them ashore to
<hi rend="italic">
<placeName>Portobel</placeName>
</hi>.
<bibl>Dampier.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
of Thalaba</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5476">
<rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin" ref="the_other_world">Received her parting soul</rs>.</l>
</lg>
</div>
<div type="book" xml:id="Book_11">
<head>THE ELEVENTH BOOK.</head>
<lg xml:id="B11_lg660">
<l rend="i2" n="5477">O fool to think thy human hand</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5478">Could check the chariot-wheels of Destiny</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5479">To dream of weakness in the all-knowing Mind</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5480">That his decrees should change!</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5481">To hope that the united Powers</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5482">Of <placeName ref="Earth_planet">Earth</placeName>, and
<rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest" ref="sky">Air</rs>, and <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Hell</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5483">Might blot one letter from the Book of Fate,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5484">Might break one link of the eternal chain!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5485">Thou miserable, wicked, poor old man,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5486">Fall now upon the body of thy child,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5487">Beat now thy breast, and pluck the bleeding hairs</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5488">From thy grey beard, and lay</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5489">Thine ineffectual hand to close her wound.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5490">And call on <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Hell</rs> to aid,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5491">And call on <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Heaven</rs> to send</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5492">Its merciful thunderbolt!</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B11_lg661">
<l rend="i2" n="5493">The young Arabian silently</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5494">Beheld his frantic grief.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5495">The presence of the hated youth</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5496">To raging anguish stung</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5497">The wretched Sorcerer.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5498">"Aye! look and triumph!" he exclaimed,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5499">"This is the justice of thy God!</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5500">"A righteous<name type="divin">God</name>is he, to
let</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5501">"His vengeance fall upon the innocent head!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5502">"Curse thee, curse thee, Thalaba!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B11_lg662">
<l rend="i4" n="5503">All feelings of revenge</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5504">Had left Hodeirah's son.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5505">Pitying and silently he heard</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5506">The victim of his own iniquities,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5507">Not with the busy hand</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5508">Of Consolation, fretting the sore wound</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5509">He could not hope to heal.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B11_lg663">
<l rend="i0" n="5510">So as the Servant of the Prophet stood,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5511">With sudden motion the night air</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5512">Gently fanned his cheek.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5513">'Twas a Green Bird whose wings</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5514">Had waved the quiet air.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5515">On the hand of Thalaba</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5516">The Green Bird perched, and turned</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5517">A mild eye up, as if to win</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5518">The Adventurer's confidence.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5519">Then springing on flew forward,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5520">And now again returns</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5521">To court him to the way;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5522">And now his hand perceives</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5523">Her rosy feet press firmer, as she leaps</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5524">Upon the wing again.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B11_lg664">
<l rend="i4" n="5525">Obedient to the call,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5526">By the pale moonlight Thalaba pursued</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5527">O'er trackless snows his way;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5528">Unknowing he what blessed messenger</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5529">Had come to guide his steps,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5530">That Laila's Spirit went before his path.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5531">Brought up in darkness and the child of sin,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5532">Yet as the meed of spotless innocence,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5533">Just <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Heaven</rs>
permitted her by one good deed</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5534">To work her own redemption, after death;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5535">So till the judgement day</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5536">She might abide in bliss,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5537">Green
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_173">
<p> The Souls of the Blessed are supposed by some of the Mohammedans
to animate green Birds in <rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Paradise">the Groves of Paradise</rs>. Was this opinion
invented to conciliate the Pagan Arabs, who believed, that of the
Blood near the dead person's brain was formed a Bird named Hamah,
which once in a hundred years visited <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">the sepulchre</rs>? </p>
<p> To this there is an allusion in the Moallakat. "Then I knew with
certainty, that, in so fierce a contest with them, many a heavy
blow would make the Perched Birds of the Brain fly quickly from
every Skull." <bibl>Poem of Antara.</bibl>
</p>
<p> In the Bahar-Danush, Parrots are called the green-vested
resemblers of <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Heaven</rs>'s
dwellers. The following passages in the same work may perhaps
allude to the same superstition, or perhaps are merely
metaphorical, in the usual stile of its true Oriental bombast.
<q>"The Bird of Understanding fled from the nest of my
brain."</q>
<q>"My joints and members seemed as if they would separate from
each other, and the Bird of Life would quit the nest of my
Body."</q>
<q>"The Bird of my Soul became a captive in the net of her glossy
ringlets."</q>
</p>
<p> I remember in a European Magazine two similar lines by the Author
of the <bibl>
<title>Lives of the Admirals</title>
</bibl>. </p>
<q>
<lg>
<l rend="i0">
<hi rend="italic">My beating Bosom is a well-wrought
cage,</hi>
</l>
<l rend="i0">
<hi rend="italic">Whence that sweet Gold-finch Hope shall
ne'er elope!</hi>
</l>
</lg>
</q>
<p>
<rs type="metaplace" subtype="under">The Grave of Francisco
Jorge</rs>, the Maronite Martyr, was visited by two strange
Birds of unusual size. No one knew whence they came. They emblemed,
says Vasconcellos, the purity and the indefatigable activity of his
soul. </p>
<p> The inhabitants of <placeName>Otaheite</placeName> have assigned a
less respectable part of the Body, as the Seat of the Soul. </p>
<p> The disembowelling of the body there, is always performed in great
secrecy, and with much religious superstition. The bowels are, by
these people, considered as the immediate organs of sensation,
where the first impressions are received, and by which all the
operations of the mind are carried on: it is therefore natural to
conclude, that they may esteem, and venerate the intestines, as
bearing the greatest affinity to the immortal part. I have
frequently held conversations on this subject, with a view to
convince them, that all intellectual operations were carried on in
the head; at which they would generally smile, and intimate, that
they had frequently seen men recover whose skulls had been
fractured, and whose heads had otherways been much injured; but
that, in all cases in which the intestines had been wounded, the
persons on a certainty died. Other arguments they would also
advance in favour of their belief; such as the effect of fear, and
other passions, which caused great agitation and uneasiness, and
would sometimes produce sickness at the stomach, which they
attributed intirely to the action of the bowels.
<bibl>Vancouver.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
warbler of the <rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Paradise">Bowers of Paradise</rs>.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B11_lg666">
<l rend="i4" n="5540">The morning sun came forth,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5541">Wakening no eye to life</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5542">In this wide solitude;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5543">His radiance with a saffron hue, like heat,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5544">Suffused the desert snow.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5545">The Green Bird guided Thalaba,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5546">Now oaring with slow wing her upward way,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5547">Descending now in slant descent</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5548">On out-spread pinions motionless,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5549">Floating now with rise and fall alternate,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5550">As if the billows of the air</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5551">Heaved her with their sink and swell.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B11_lg667">
<l rend="i4" n="5552">And when, beneath the noon,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5553">The icey glitter of the snow</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5554">Dazzled his aching sight,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5555">Then on his arm alighted the Green Bird</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5556">And spread before his eyes</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5557">Her plumage of refreshing hue.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5558">Evening came on; the glowing clouds</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5559">Tinged with a purple ray <rs type="place" ref="mountain-unidentified">the mountain ridge</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5560">That lay before the Traveller.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5561">Ah! whither art thou gone,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5562">Guide and companion of the youth, whose eye</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5563">Has lost thee in the depth of Heaven?</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5564">Why hast thou left alone</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5565">The weary wanderer in the wilderness?</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5566">And now the western clouds grow pale</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5567">And Night descends upon his solitude.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B11_lg668">
<l rend="i4" n="5568">The Arabian youth knelt down,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5569">And bowed his forehead to the ground</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5570">And made his evening prayer.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5571">When he arose the stars were bright in heaven,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5572">The sky was blue, and the cold Moon</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5573">Shone over the cold snow.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5574">A speck in the air!</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5575">Is it his guide that approaches?</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5576">For it moves with the motion of life!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5577">Lo! she returns and scatters from her pinions</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5578">Odours diviner than the gales of morning</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5579">Waft from <placeName>Sabea</placeName>.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B11_lg669">
<l rend="i2" n="5580">Hovering before the youth she hung,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5581">Till from her rosy feet that at his touch</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5582">Uncurled their grasp, he took</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5583">The fruitful bough they bore.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5584">He took and tasted, a new life</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5585">Flowed thro' his renovated frame;</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5586">His limbs that late were sore and stiff</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5587">Felt all the freshness of repose,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5588">His dizzy brain was calmed.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5589">The heavy aching of his lids</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5590">At once was taken off,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5591">For Laila from the <rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Paradise">Bowers of Paradise</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5592">Had borne the healing
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_174">
<p> When Hosein the son of Ali was sick of a grievous disorder, he
longed for a pomegranate, tho' that fruit was not then in season.
Ali went out, and diligently enquiring found a single one in the
possession of a Jew. As he returned with it, a sick man met him and
begged half the pomegranate, saying it would restore his health.
Ali gave him half, and when he had eaten it, the man requested he
would give him the other half, the sooner to complete his recovery.
Ali benignantly complied, returned to his son and told him what had
happened, and Hosein approved what his father had done. </p>
<p> Immediately behold a miracle! as they were talking together the
door was gently knocked at. He ordered the woman servant to go
there, and she found a man, of all men the most beautiful, who had
a plate in his hand covered with green silk, in which were ten
pomegranates. The woman was astonished at the beauty of the man and
of the pomegranates, and she took one of them and hid it, and
carried the other nine to Aly, who kissed the present. When he had
counted them he found that one was wanting, and said so to the
servant, she confessed that she had taken it on account of its
excellence, and Ali gave her her liberty. The Pomegranates were
from <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Paradise</rs>, Hosein was
cured of his disease only by their odour, and rose up immediately,
recovered, and in full strength. <bibl>Maracci.</bibl>
</p>
<p> I suspect, says Maracci, that this is a true miracle wrought by
some Christian Saint, and falsely attributed to Ali. However this
may be, it does not appear absurd that<name type="divin">God</name>should by some especial favour reward an act of
remarkable charity even in an Infidel, as he has sometimes by a
striking chastisement punished enormous crimes. But the assertion
that the Pomegranates were sent from <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Paradise</rs>, exposes the fable. </p>
<p> Maracci after detailing and ridiculing the Mohammedan miracles,
contrasts with them in an appendix a few of the real and permanent
miracles of Christianity which are proved by the testimony of
<placeName ref="the_world">the whole world</placeName>. He
selects five as examples. 1. The Chapel of Loretto, brought by
angels from <placeName>Nazareth</placeName> to
<placeName>Illyricum</placeName>, and from Illyricum to
<placeName>Italy</placeName>; faithful messengers having been
sent to both places, and finding in both its old foundations, in
dimensions and materials, exactly corresponding. </p>
<p> 2. The cross of St. Thomas in <placeName>Urbe
Malipuritana</placeName> (Masulipatan) in the <placeName ref="East_Indies">E. Indies</placeName>. A Bramin, as the Saint
was extended upon his cross in prayer, slew him. On the anniversary
of his martyrdom, during the celebration of Mass, the cross
gradually becomes luminous, till it shines one white glory. At
elevating the host it resumes its natural colour, and sweats blood
profusely, in which the faithful dip their clothes, by which many
miracles are wrought. </p>
<p> 3. <hi rend="italic">Certissimum quia evidentissimum</hi>—at <hi rend="italic">Barii</hi> (Bari on the Adriatic) in Apulia a
liquor flows from the bones of St. Nicholas, they call it St.
Nicholas's manna, which being preserved in bottles never corrupts
or breeds worms—except the possessor be corrupt himself—and daily
it works miracles. </p>
<p> 4. At Tolentinum (Tolentino in the Marche of Anconia) the arms of
St. Nicholas swell with blood, and pour out copious streams—when
any great calamity impends over Christendom. </p>
<p> 5. The blood of St. Jaunarius at Naples. </p>
<p> These, says Maracci, are <hi rend="italic">miracula
perseverantia</hi>, permanent miracles—and it cannot be said as
of the Mohammedan ones, that they are tricks of <name type="divin">the Devil</name>.</p>
</note>
fruit.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B11_lg670">
<l rend="i4" n="5593">So up the mountain steep</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5594">With untired foot he past,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5595">The Green Bird guiding him</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5596">Mid crags, and ice, and rocks,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5597">A difficult way, winding the long ascent.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5598">How then the heart of Thalaba rejoiced</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5599">When bosomed in the mountain depths,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5600">A sheltered Valley opened on his view!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5601">It was the Simorg's vale,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5602">The dwelling of the ancient Bird.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B11_lg671">
<l rend="i4" n="5603">On a green and mossy bank.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5604">Beside a rivulet</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5605">The Bird of Ages stood.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5606">No sound intruded on his solitude,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5607">Only the rivulet was heard</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5608">Whose everlasting flow</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5609">From the birth-day of <placeName ref="the_world">the
world</placeName> had made</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5610">The same unvaried murmuring.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5611">Here dwelt the all-knowing Bird</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5612">In deep tranquillity,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5613">His eyelids ever closed</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5614">In full enjoyment of profound repose.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B11_lg672">
<l rend="i2" n="5615">Reverently the youth approached</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5616">That old and only
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_175">
<p> In the Bahar-Danush the Simorg is mentioned as a genus—not an
individual, this is heresy,—the unity of the Simorg being expressed
in all the books of canonical Romance. </p>
<p> The Simorg is a monstrous Bird like a Griffin; in <hi rend="italic">the History of Caherman</hi>, he is made to say,
That he had existed through all the revolutions of ages and of
created things, which passed before the time of Adam. These created
things were reasonable beings, but had not human shape. They were
governed by the various Solomons mentioned in the note Vol. I. Page
214.</p>
</note>
Bird,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5617">And crossed his arms upon his breast,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5618">And bowed his head and spake.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5619">"Earliest of existing things,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5620">"Earliest thou, and wisest thou,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5621">"Guide me, guide me, on my way!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5622">"I am bound to seek the caverns</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5623">"<rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Under_Ocean">Underneath the roots of Ocean</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5624">"Where the Sorcerer brood are nurst.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5625">"Thou the eldest, thou the wisest,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5626">"Guide me, guide me, on my way!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B11_lg673">
<l rend="i2" n="5627">The ancient Simorg on the youth</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5628">Unclosed his thoughtful eyes,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5629">And answered to his prayer.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5630">"Northward by the stream proceed,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5631">"In the fountain of the rock</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5632">"Wash away thy worldly stains,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5633">"Kneel thou there, and seek the Lord</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5634">"And fortify thy soul with prayer.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5635">"Thus prepared ascend the Sledge,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5636">"Be bold, be wary, seek and find!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5637">"<name type="divin">God</name> hath appointed all."</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5638">The ancient Simorg then let fall his lids</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5639">Returning to repose.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B11_lg674">
<l rend="i2" n="5640">Northward along the rivulet</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5641">The adventurer went his way,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5642">Tracing its waters upward to their source.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5643">Green Bird of <rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden">Paradise</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5644">Thou hast not left the youth;...</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5645">With slow associate flight</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5646">She companies his way,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5647">And now they reach the fountain of the rock.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B11_lg675">
<l rend="i4" n="5648">There in the cold clear well</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5649">Thalaba washed away his earthly stains,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5650">And bowed his face before the Lord,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5651">And fortified his soul with prayer.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5652">The while upon the rock</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5653">Stood the celestial Bird,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5654">And pondering all the perils he must pass,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5655">With a mild melancholy eye</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5656">Beheld the youth beloved.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B11_lg676">
<l rend="i0" n="5657">And lo! beneath yon lonely pine, the sledge....</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5658">And there they stand the harnessed Dogs,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5659">Their wide eyes watching for the youth,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5660">Their ears erected turned towards his way.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5661">They were lean as lean might be,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5662">Their furrowed ribs rose prominent,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5663">And they were black from head to foot,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5664">Save a white line on every breast</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5665">Curved like the crescent moon.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5666">And he is seated in the sledge,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5667">His arms are folded on his breast,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5668">The bird is on his knees;</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5669">There is fear in the eyes of the Dogs,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5670">There is fear in their pitiful moan,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5671">And now they turn their heads,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5672">And seeing him there, Away!</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B11_lg677">
<l rend="i2" n="5673">The Youth with the start of their speed</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5674">Falls back to the bar of the sledge,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5675">His hair floats straight in the stream of the wind</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5676">Like the weeds in the running brook.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5677">They wind with speed the upward way,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5678">An icey path thro' rocks of ice,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5679">His eye is at the summit now,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5680">And thus far all is dangerless,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5681">And now upon the height</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5682">The black Dogs pause and pant,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5683">They turn their eyes to Thalaba</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5684">As if to plead for pity,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5685">They moan and moan with fear.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B11_lg678">
<l rend="i4" n="5686">Once more away! and now</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5687">The long descent is seen,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5688">A long, long, narrow path.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5689">Ice-rocks aright and hills of snow,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5690">Aleft the giddy precipice.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5691">Be firm, be firm, O Thalaba!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5692">One motion now, one bend,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5693">And on the crags below</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5694">Thy shattered flesh will harden in the frost.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5695">Why howl the Dogs so mournfully?</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5696">And wherefore does the blood flow fast</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5697">All purple o'er their sable hair?</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5698">His arms are folded on his breast,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5699">Nor scourge nor goad has he,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5700">No hand appears to strike,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5701">No sounding lash is heard:</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5702">But piteously they moan and moan</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5703">And track their way with blood.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B11_lg679">
<l rend="i4" n="5704">And lo! on yonder height</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5705">A giant Fiend aloft</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5706">Waits to thrust down the tottering Avalanche!</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5707">If Thalaba looks back he dies,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5708">The motion of fear is death.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5709">On ... on ... with swift and steady pace</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5710">Adown that dreadful way!</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5711">The youth is firm, the Dogs are fleet,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5712">The Sledge goes rapidly,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5713">The thunder of the avalanche</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5714">Re-echoes far behind.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5715">On ... on ... with swift and steady pace</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5716">Adown that dreadful way!</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5717">The Dogs are fleet, the way is steep</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5718">The Sledge goes rapidly,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5719">They reach the plain below.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B11_lg680">
<l rend="i2" n="5720">A wide, wide plain, all desolate,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5721">Nor tree, nor bush, nor herb!</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5722">On go the Dogs with rapid step,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5723">The Sledge slides after rapidly,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5724">And now the Sun went down.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5725">They stopt and looked at Thalaba,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5726">The Youth performed his prayer;</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5727">They knelt beside him as he prayed</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5728">They turned their heads to
<placeName>Mecca</placeName>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5729">And tears ran down their cheeks.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5730">Then down they laid them in the snow</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5731">As close as they could lie,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5732">They laid them down and slept.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5733">And backward in the sledge</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5734">The Adventurer laid him down,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5735">There peacefully slept Thalaba,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5736">And the Green Bird of <rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden">Paradise</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5737">Lay in his bosom warm.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B11_lg681">
<l rend="i2" n="5738">The Dogs awoke him at the dawn,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5739">They knelt and wept again;</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5740">Then rapidly they journeyed on,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5741">And still the plain was desolate,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5742">Nor tree, nor bush, nor herb!</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5743">And ever at the hour of prayer</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5744">They stopt, and knelt, and wept;</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5745">And still that green and graceful Bird</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5746">Was as a friend to him by day,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5747">And ever when at night he slept</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5748">Lay in his bosom warm.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5749">In that most utter solitude</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5750">It cheered his heart to hear</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5751">Her soft and soothing voice;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5752">Her voice was soft and sweet,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5753">It swelled not with the blackbird's thrill,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5754">Nor warbled rich like the dear bird, that holds</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5755">The solitary man</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5756">A loiterer in his thoughtful walk at eve;</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5757">But if no overflowing joy</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5758">Spake in its tones of tenderness</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5759">They soothed the softened soul.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5760">Her bill was not the beak of blood;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5761">There was a human meaning in her eye,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5762">Its mild affection fixed on Thalaba</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5763">Woke wonder while he gazed</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5764">And made her dearer for the mystery.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B11_lg682">
<l rend="i2" n="5765">Oh joy! the signs of life appear,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5766">The first and single Fir</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5767">That on the limits of <placeName ref="the_world">the
living world</placeName>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5768">Strikes in the ice its roots.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5769">Another, and another now;</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5770">And now the Larch that flings its arms</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5771">Down arching like the falling wave;</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5772">And now the Aspin's scattered leaves</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5773">Grey glitter on the moveless twig;</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5774">The Poplar's varying verdure now,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5775">And now the Birch so beautiful,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5776">Light as a Lady's plumes.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5777">Oh joy! the signs of life! the Deer</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5778">Hath left his slot beside the way;</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5779">The little Ermine now is seen</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5780">White wanderer of the snow;</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5781">And now from yonder pines they hear</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5782">The clatter of the Grouse's wings:</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5783">And now the snowy Owl pursues</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5784">The Traveller's sledge in hope of food;</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5785">And hark! the rosy-breasted bird</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5786">The Throstle of sweet song!</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5787">Joy! joy! the winter-wilds are left!</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5788">Green bushes now and greener grass,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5789">Red thickets here all berry-bright,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5790">And here the lovely flowers!</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B11_lg683">
<l rend="i0" n="5791">When the last morning of their way arrived,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5792">After the early prayer,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5793">The Green Bird fixed on Thalaba</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5794">A sad and supplicating eye,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5795">And with a human voice she spake,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5796">"Servant of God, I leave thee now.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5797">"If rightly I have guided thee,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5798">"Give me the boon I beg!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B11_lg684">
<l rend="i2" n="5799">"O gentle Bird," quoth Thalaba,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5800">"Guide and companion of my dangerous way,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5801">"Friend and sole solace of my solitude,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5802">"How can I pay thee benefits like these!</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5803">"Ask what thou wilt that I can give,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5804">"O gentle Bird, the poor return</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5805">"Will leave me debtor still!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B11_lg685">
<l rend="i2" n="5806">"Son of Hodeirah!" she replied,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5807">"When thou shalt see an Old Man crushed beneath</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5808">"The burthen of his earthly punishment,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5809">"Forgive him, Thalaba!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5810">"Yea, send a prayer to<name type="divin">God</name>on his
behalf!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B11_lg686">
<l rend="i0" n="5811">A flush o'erspread the young Destroyer's cheek,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5812">He turned his eye towards the Bird</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5813">As if in half repentance; for he thought</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5814">Of Okba; and his Father's dying groan</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5815">Came on his memory. The celestial Bird</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5816">Saw and renewed her speech.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5817">"O Thalaba, if she who in thine arms</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5818">"Received the dagger-blow and died for thee,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5819">"Deserve one kind remembrance ... save, O save</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5820">"The Father that she loved from endless death!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B11_lg687">
<l rend="i0" n="5821">"Laila! and is it thou?" the youth replied:</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5822">"What is there that I durst refuse to thee?</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5823">"This is no time to harbour in my heart</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5824">"One evil thought ... here I put off revenge,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5825">"The last rebellious feeling ... be it so!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5826">"<name type="divin">God</name> grant to me the pardon
that I need</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5827">"As I do pardon him!</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5828">"But who am I that I should save</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5829">"The sinful soul alive?"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B11_lg688">
<l rend="i0" n="5830">"Enough!" said Laila. "When the hour shall come</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5831">"Remember me! my task is done.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5832">"We meet again in <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Paradise</rs>!"</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5833">She said and shook her wings, and up she soared</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5834">With arrow-swiftness thro' the heights of Heaven.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B11_lg689">
<l rend="i2" n="5835">His aching eye pursued her path,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5836">When starting onward went the Dogs,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5837">More rapidly they hurried on</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5838">In hope of near repose.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5839">It was the early morning yet</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5840">When by the well-head of a brook</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5841">They stopt, their journey done.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5842">The spring was clear, the water deep,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5843">A venturous man were he and rash</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5844">That should have probed its depths,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5845">For all its loosened bed below</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5846">Heaved strangely up and down,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5847">And to and fro, from side to side</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5848">It heaved, and waved, and tossed,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5849">And yet the depths were clear,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5850">And yet no ripple wrinkled o'er</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5851">The face of that fair Well.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B11_lg690">
<l rend="i2" n="5852">And on that Well so strange and fair</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5853">A little boat there lay,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5854">Without on oar, without a sail,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5855">One only seat it had, one seat</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5856">As if for only Thalaba.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5857">And at the helm a Damsel stood</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5858">A Damsel bright and bold of eye,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5859">Yet did a maiden modesty</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5860">Adorn her fearless brow.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5861">She seemed sorrowful, but sure</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5862">More beautiful for sorrow.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5863">To her the Dogs looked wistful up,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5864">And then their tongues were loosed,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5865">"Have we done well, O Mistress dear!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5866">"And shall our sufferings end?"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B11_lg691">
<l rend="i2" n="5867">The gentle Damsel made reply,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5868">"Poor Servants of the<name type="divin">God</name>I
serve,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5869">"When all this witchery is destroyed</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5870">"Your woes will end with mine.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5871">"A hope, alas! how long unknown!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5872">"This new adventurer gives:</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5873">"Now<name type="divin">God</name>forbid that he, like
you,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5874">"Should perish for his fears!</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5875">"Poor Servants of the<name type="divin">God</name>I
serve</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5876">"Wait ye the event in peace."</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5877">A deep and total slumber as she spake</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5878">Seized them. Sleep on, poor sufferers! be at rest!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5879">Ye wake no more to anguish. Ye have borne</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5880">The Chosen, the Destroyer! soon his hand</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5881">Shall strike the efficient blow,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5882">Soon shaking off your penal forms shall ye</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5883">With songs of joy amid the Eden groves</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5884">Hymn the Deliverer's praise!</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B11_lg692">
<l rend="i0" n="5885">Then did the Damsel say to Thalaba,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5886">"The morn is young, the Sun is fair</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5887">"And pleasantly thro' pleasant banks</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5888">"The quiet brook flows on....</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5889">"Wilt thou embark with me?</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5890">"Thou knowest not the water's way,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5891">"Think Stranger well! and night must come,...</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5892">"Wilt thou embark with me?</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5893">"Thro' fearful perils thou must pass,...</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5894">"Stranger, the oppressed ask thine aid!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5895">"Thou wilt embark with me!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B11_lg693">
<l rend="i2" n="5896">She smiled in tears upon the youth,...</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5897">What heart were his who could gainsay</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5898">That melancholy smile?</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5899">"Sail on, sail on," quoth Thalaba,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5900">"Sail on, in <name type="divin">Allah</name>'s name!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B11_lg694">
<l rend="i2" n="5901">He sate him on the single seat,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5902">The little boat moved on.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5903">Thro' pleasant banks the quiet brook</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5904">Went winding pleasantly;</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5905">By fragrant fir groves now it past,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5906">And now thro' alder-shores,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5907">Thro' green and fertile meadows now</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5908">It silently ran by.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5909">The flag-flower blossomed on its side,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5910">The willow tresses waved,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5911">The flowing current furrowed round</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5912">The water-lilly's floating leaf,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5913">The fly of green and gauzy wing</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5914">Fell sporting down its course.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5915">And grateful to the voyager</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5916">The freshness of the running stream,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5917">The murmur round the prow.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5918">The little boat falls rapidly</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5919">Adown the rapid brook.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B11_lg695">
<l rend="i2" n="5920">But many a silent spring meantime,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5921">And many a rivulet</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5922">Had swoln the growing brook,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5923">And when the southern Sun began</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5924">To wind the downward way of heaven,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5925">It ran a river deep and wide</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5926">Thro' banks that widened still.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5927">Then once again the Damsel spake,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5928">"The stream is strong, the river broad,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5929">"Wilt thou go on with me?</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5930">"The day is fair but night must come....</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5931">"Wilt thou go on with me?</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5932">"Far far away the mourner's eye</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5933">"Is watching; for our little boat....</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5934">"Thou wilt go on with me!"</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5935">"Sail on, sail on," quoth Thalaba,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5936">"Sail on, in <name type="divin">Allah</name>'s name!"</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5937">The little boat falls rapidly</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5938">Adown the river-stream.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B11_lg696">
<l rend="i2" n="5939">A broader and a broader stream.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5940">That rocked the little boat!</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5941">The Cormorant stands upon its shoals,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5942">His black and dripping wings</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5943">Half opened to the wind.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5944">The Sun goes down, the crescent Moon</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5945">Is brightening in the firmament;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5946">And what is yonder roar</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5947">That sinking now and swelling now,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5948">But roaring, roaring still,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5949">Still louder, louder, grows?</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5950">The little boat falls rapidly</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5951">Adown the rapid tide,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5952">The Moon is bright above,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5953">And the wide <placeName ref="Ocean">Ocean</placeName>
opens on their way!</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B11_lg697">
<l rend="i2" n="5954">Then did the Damsel speak again</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5955">"Wilt thou go on with me?</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5956">"The Moon is bright, the sea is calm</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5957">"And I know well the <placeName ref="Ocean">ocean-paths</placeName>;...</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5958">"Wilt thou go on with me?</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5959">"Deliverer! yes! thou dost not fear!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5960">"Thou wilt go on with me!"</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5961">"Sail on, sail on!" quoth Thalaba</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5962">"Sail on, in <name type="divin">Allah</name>'s name!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B11_lg698">
<l rend="i2" n="5963">The Moon is bright, the sea is calm,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5964">The little boat rides rapidly</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5965">Across <placeName ref="Ocean">the ocean
waves</placeName>;</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5966">The line of moonlight on the deep</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5967">Still follows as they voyage on;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5968">The winds are motionless;</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5969">The gentle waters gently part</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5970">In murmurs round the prow.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5971">He looks above, he looks around,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5972">The boundless heaven, the boundless sea,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5973">The crescent moon, the little boat,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5974">Nought else above, below.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B11_lg699">
<l rend="i2" n="5975">The Moon is sunk, a dusky grey</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5976">Spreads o'er the Eastern sky,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5977">The Stars grow pale and paler;</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5978">Oh beautiful! the godlike Sun</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5979">Is rising o'er the sea!</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5980">Without an oar, without a sail</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5981">The little boat rides rapidly;...</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5982">Is that a cloud that skirts the sea?</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5983">There is no cloud in heaven!</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5984">And nearer now, and darker now....</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5985">It is ... it is ... the Land!</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5986">For yonder are the rocks that rise</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5987">Dark in the reddening morn,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5988">For loud around their hollow base</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5989">The surges rage and roar.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B11_lg700">
<l rend="i2" n="5990">The little boat rides rapidly,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5991">And now with shorter toss it heaves</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5992">Upon the heavier swell;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5993">And now so near they see</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5994">The shelves and shadows of the cliff,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5995">And the low-lurking rocks</l>
<l rend="i2" n="5996">O'er whose black summits hidden-half</l>
<l rend="i4" n="5997">The shivering billows burst.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5998">And nearer now they feel the breaker's spray.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="5999">Then spake the Damsel, "yonder is our path</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6000">"Beneath the cavern arch.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6001">"Now is the ebb, and till the <rs type="place" ref="Ocean">ocean-flow</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6002">"We cannot over-ride the rocks.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6003">"Go thou and on the shore</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6004">"Perform thy last ablutions, and with prayer</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6005">"Strengthen thy heart.... I too have need to pray."</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B11_lg701">
<l rend="i2" n="6006">She held the helm with steady hand</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6007">Amid the stronger waves,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6008">Thro' surge and surf she drove,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6009">The adventurer leapt to land.</l>
</lg>
</div>
<div type="book" xml:id="Book_12">
<head>THE TWELFTH BOOK.</head>
<lg xml:id="B12_lg702">
<l rend="i0" n="6010">Then Thalaba drew off Abdaldar's ring,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6011">And cast it in <rs type="place" ref="Ocean">the sea</rs>,
and cried aloud,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6012">"Thou art my shield, my trust, my hope, O God!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6013">"Behold and guard me now,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6014">"Thou who alone canst save.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6015">"If from my childhood up, I have looked on</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6016">"With exultation to my destiny,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6017">"If, in the hour of anguish, I have felt</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6018">"The justice of the hand that chastened me,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6019">"If, of all selfish passions purified,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6020">"I go to work thy will, and from <placeName ref="the_world">the world</placeName>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6021">"Root up the ill-doing race,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6022">"Lord! let not thou the weakness of my arm</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6023">"Make vain the enterprize!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B12_lg703">
<l rend="i0" n="6024">The Sun was rising all magnificent,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6025">
<placeName>Ocean</placeName> and <rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest">Heaven</rs> rejoicing in his beams.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6026">And now had Thalaba</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6027">Performed his last ablutions, and he stood</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6028">And gazed upon the little boat</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6029">Riding the billows near,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6030">Where, like a sea-bird breasting the broad waves,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6031">It rose and fell upon the surge;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6032">Till from the glitterance of the sunny main</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6033">He turned his aching eyes,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6034">And then upon the beach he laid him down</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6035">And watched the rising tide.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6036">He did not pray, he was not calm for prayer;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6037">His spirit troubled with tumultuous hope</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6038">Toiled with futurity.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6039">His brain, with busier workings, felt</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6040">The roar and raving of the restless sea,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6041">The boundless waves that rose and rolled and rocked;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6042">The everlasting sound</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6043">Opprest him, and the heaving infinite,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6044">He closed his lids for rest.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B12_lg704">
<l rend="i0" n="6045">Meantime with fuller reach and stronger swell</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6046">Wave after wave advanced;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6047">Each following billow lifted the last foam</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6048">That trembled on the sand with rainbow hues;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6049">The living flower, that, rooted to the rock,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6050">Late from the thinner element</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6051">Shrunk down within its purple stem to sleep,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6052">Now feels the water, and again</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6053">Awakening blossoms out</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6054">All its green anther-necks.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B12_lg705">
<l rend="i2" n="6055">Was there a Spirit in the gale</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6056">That fluttered o'er his cheek?</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6057">For it came on him like the gentle sun</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6058">That plays and dallies o'er the night-closed flower,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6059">And woos it to unfold anew to joy;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6060">For it came on him as the dews of eve</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6061">Descend with healing and with life</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6062">Upon the summer mead;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6063">Or liker the first sound of seraph song</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6064">And Angel hail, to him</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6065">Whose latest sense had shuddered at the groan</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6066">Of anguish, kneeling by his death bed-side.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B12_lg706">
<l rend="i2" n="6067">He starts and gazes round to seek</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6068">The certain presence. "Thalaba!" exclaimed</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6069">The Voice of the Unseen;...</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6070">"Father of my Oneiza!" he replied,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6071">"And have thy years been numbered? art thou too</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6072">"Among the Angels?" "Thalaba!"</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6073">A second and a dearer voice repeats,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6074">"Go in the favour of the Lord</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6075">"My Thalaba go on!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6076">"My husband. I have drest our bower of bliss.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6077">"Go and perform the work,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6078">"Let me not longer suffer hope in heaven!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B12_lg707">
<l rend="i0" n="6079">He turned an eager glance towards the sea,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6080">"Come!" quoth the Damsel, and she drove</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6081">Her little boat to land.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6082">Impatient thro' the rising wave</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6083">He rushed to meet its way,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6084">His eye was bright, his cheek was flushed with joy.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6085">"Hast thou had comfort in thy prayers?" she cried,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6086">"Yea," answered Thalaba,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6087">"A heavenly visitation." "<name type="divin">God</name>
be praised!"</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6088">She uttered, "then I do not hope in vain!"</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6089">And her voice trembled, and her lips</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6090">Quivered, and tears ran down.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6091">"Stranger," quoth she, "in years long past</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6092">"Was one who vowed himself</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6093">"The Champion of the Lord like thee</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6094">"Against the race of Hell.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6095">"Young was he, as thyself,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6096">"Gentle, and yet so brave!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6097">"A lion-hearted man.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6098">"Shame on me, Stranger! in the arms of love</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6099">"I held him from his calling, till the hour</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6100">"Was past, and then the Angel who should else</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6101">"Have crowned him with his glory-wreath,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6102">"Smote him in anger ... years and years are gone....</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6103">"And in his place of penance he awaits</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6104">"Thee the Deliverer, surely thou art he!</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6105">"It was my righteous punishment</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6106">"In the same youth unchanged and changeless love,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6107">"And fresh affliction and keen penitence</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6108">"To abide the written hour when I should waft</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6109">"The doomed Destroyer and Deliverer here.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6110">"Remember thou that thy success involves</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6111">"No single fate, no common misery."</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B12_lg708">
<l rend="i0" n="6112">As thus she spake, the entrance of the cave</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6113">Darkened the boat below.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6114">Around them from their nests,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6115">The screaming sea-birds fled.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6116">Wondering at that strange shape</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6117">Yet unalarmed at sight of living man,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6118">Unknowing of his sway and power misused;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6119">The clamours of their young</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6120">Echoed in shriller yells</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6121">That rung in wild discordance round the rock.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6122">And farther as they now advanced</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6123">The dim reflection of the darkened day</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6124">Grew fainter, and the dash</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6125">Of the out-breakers deadened; farther yet</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6126">And yet more faint the gleam,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6127">And there the waters at their utmost bound</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6128">Silently rippled on the rising rock.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6129">They landed and advanced, and deeper in</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6130">Two adamantine doors</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6131">Closed up the cavern pass.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B12_lg709">
<l rend="i2" n="6132">Reclining on the rock beside</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6133">Sate a grey-headed man</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6134">Watching an hour-glass by.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6135">To him the Damsel spake,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6136">"Is it the hour appointed?" the old man</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6137">Nor answered her awhile,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6138">Nor lifted he his downward eye,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6139">For now the glass ran low,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6140">And like the days of age</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6141">With speed perceivable,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6142">The latter sands descend:</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6143">And now the last are gone.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6144">Then he looked up, and raised his arm, and smote</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6145">The adamantine gates.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B12_lg710">
<l rend="i4" n="6146">The gates of adamant</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6147">Unfolding at the stroke</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6148">Opened and gave the entrance. Then She turned</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6149">To Thalaba and said</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6150">"Go in the name of God!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6151">"I cannot enter,... I must wait the end</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6152">"In hope and agony.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6153">"<name type="divin">God</name> and Mohammed prosper
thee,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6154">"For thy sake and for ours!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B12_lg711">
<l rend="i4" n="6155">He tarried not,... he past</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6156">The threshold, over which was no return.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6157">All earthly thoughts, all human hopes</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6158">And passions now put off,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6159">He cast no backward glance</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6160">Towards the gleam of day.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6161">There was a light within,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6162">A yellow light, as when the autumnal Sun</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6163">Through travelling rain and mist</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6164">Shines on the evening hills.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6165">Whether from central fires effused,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6166">Or if the sunbeams day by day,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6167">From earliest generations, there absorbed,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6168">Were gathering for the wrath-flame. Shade was</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6169">In those portentous vaults;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6170">Crag overhanging, nor the column-rock</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6171">Cast its dark outline there.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6172">For with the hot and heavy atmosphere</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6173">The light incorporate, permeating all,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6174">Spread over all its equal yellowness.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6175">There was no motion in the lifeless air,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6176">He felt no stirring as he past</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6177">Adown the long descent,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6178">He heard not his own footsteps on the rock</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6179">That thro' the thick stagnation sent no sound.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6180">How sweet it were, he thought,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6181">To feel the flowing wind!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6182">With what a thirst of joy</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6183">He should breathe in the open gales of heaven!</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B12_lg712">
<l rend="i0" n="6184">Downward and downward still, and still the way,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6185">The long, long, way is safe.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6186">Is there no secret wile</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6187">No lurking enemy?</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6188">His watchful eye is on the wall of rock,...</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6189">And warily he marks the roof</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6190">And warily surveyed</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6191">The path that lay before.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6192">Downward and downward still, and still the way,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6193">The long, long, way is safe;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6194">Rock only, the same light,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6195">The same dead atmosphere,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6196">And solitude, and silence like the grave.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B12_lg713">
<l rend="i4" n="6197">At length the long descent</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6198">Ends on a precipice;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6199">No feeble ray entered its dreadful gulphs,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6200">For in the pit profound</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6201">Black Darkness, utter Night,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6202">Repelled the hostile gleam,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6203">And o'er the surface the light atmosphere</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6204">Floated and mingled not.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6205">Above the depth four overawning wings,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6206">Unplumed and huge and strong,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6207">Bore up a little car;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6208">Four living pinions, headless, bodyless,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6209">Sprung from one stem that branched below</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6210">In four down-arching limbs,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6211">And clenched the car-rings endlong and aside</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6212">With claws of griffin grasp.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B12_lg714">
<l rend="i0" n="6213">But not on these, the depths so terrible,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6214">The wonderous wings, fixed Thalaba his eye,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6215">For there upon the brink,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6216">With fiery fetters fastened to the rock,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6217">A man, a living man, tormented lay,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6218">The young Othatha; in the arms of love,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6219">He who had lingered out the auspicious hour</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6220">Forgetful of his call.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6221">In shuddering pity Thalaba exclaimed</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6222">"Servant of God, can I not succour thee?"</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6223">He groaned and answered, "Son of Man,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6224">"I sinned and am tormented; I endure</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6225">"In patience and in hope.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6226">"The hour that shall destroy the Race of Hell,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6227">"That hour shall set me free."</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B12_lg715">
<l rend="i2" n="6228">"Is it not come?" quoth Thalaba,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6229">"Yea! by this omen." And with fearless hand</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6230">He grasped the burning fetters, "in the name</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6231">"Of God!" and from the rock</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6232">Rooted the rivets, and adown the gulph</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6233">Hurled them. The rush of flames roared up,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6234">For they had kindled in their fall</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6235">The deadly vapours of the pit profound,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6236">And Thalaba bent on and looked below.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6237">But vainly he explored</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6238">The deep abyss of flame</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6239">That sunk beyond the plunge of mortal eye,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6240">Now all ablaze as if infernal fires</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6241">Illumed the world beneath.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6242">Soon was the poison-fuel spent,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6243">The flame grew pale and dim,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6244">And dimmer now it fades and now is quenched,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6245">And all again is dark,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6246">Save where the yellow air</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6247">Enters a little in and mingles slow.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B12_lg716">
<l rend="i0" n="6248">Meantime the freed Othatha clasped his knees</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6249">And cried, "Deliverer!" struggling then</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6250">With joyful hope, "and where is she," he cried,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6251">"Whose promised coming for so many a year...."</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6252">"Go!" answered Thalaba,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6253">"She waits thee at the gates."</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6254">"And in thy triumph," he replied,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6255">"There thou wilt join us?" the Deliverer's eye</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6256">Glanced on the abyss, way else was none....</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6257">The depth was unascendable.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6258">"Await not me," he cried,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6259">"My path hath been appointed, go ... embark!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6260">"Return to life,... live happy!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B12_lg717">
<l rend="i8" n="6261">OTHATHA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B12_lg718">
<l rend="i12" n="6262">But thy name,...</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6263">That thro' the nations we may blazon it,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6264">That we may bless thee.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B12_lg719">
<l rend="i8" n="6265">THALABA.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B12_lg720">
<l rend="i10" n="6266">Bless the Merciful!</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B12_lg721">
<l rend="i0" n="6267">Then Thalaba pronounced the name of<name type="divin">God</name>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6268">And leapt into the car.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6269">Down, down, it sunk,... down down....</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6270">He neither breathes nor sees;</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6271">His eyes are closed for giddiness</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6272">His breath is sinking with the fall.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6273">The air that yields beneath the car</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6274">Inflates the wings above.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6275">Down ... down ... a mighty depth!...</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6276">And was the Simorgh with the Powers of ill</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6277">Associate to destroy?</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6278">And was that lovely mariner</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6279">A fiend as false as fair?</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6280">For still he sinks down ... down....</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6281">But ever the uprushing wind</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6282">Inflates the wings above,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6283">And still the struggling wings</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6284">Repel the rushing wind.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6285">Down ... down ... and now it strikes.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B12_lg722">
<l rend="i2" n="6286">He stands and totters giddily,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6287">All objects round, awhile,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6288">Float dizzy on his sight.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6289">Collected soon he gazes for the way.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6290">There was a distant light that led his search;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6291">The torch a broader blaze,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6292">The unpruned taper flames a longer flame,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6293">But this was fierce as is the noon-tide sun,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6294">So in the glory of its rays intense</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6295">It quivered with green glow.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6296">Beyond was all unseen,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6297">No eye could penetrate</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6298">That unendurable excess of light.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6299">It veiled no friendly form, thought Thalaba,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6300">And wisely did he deem,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6301">For at the threshold of the rocky door,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6302">Hugest and fiercest of his kind accurst,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6303">Fit warden of the sorcery gate</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6304">A rebel Afreet lay.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6305">He scented the approach of human food</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6306">And hungry hope kindled his eye of flame.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6307">Raising his hand to save the dazzled sense</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6308">Onward held Thalaba,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6309">And lifted still at times a rapid glance.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6310">Till, the due distance gained,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6311">With head abased, he laid</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6312">The arrow in its rest.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6313">With steady effort and knit forehead then,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6314">Full on the painful light</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6315">He fixed his aching eye, and loosed the bow.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B12_lg723">
<l rend="i4" n="6316">An anguish yell ensued,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6317">And sure no human voice had scope or power</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6318">For that prodigious shriek</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6319">Whose pealing echoes thundered up the rock.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6320">Dim grew the dying light,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6321">But Thalaba leapt onward to the doors</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6322">Now visible beyond,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6323">And while the Afreet warden of the way</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6324">Was writhing with his death-pangs, over him</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6325">Sprung and smote the stony doors,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6326">And bade them in the name of<name type="divin">God</name>give way.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B12_lg724">
<l rend="i0" n="6327">The dying Fiend beneath him at that name</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6328">Tossed in worse agony,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6329">And the rocks shuddered, and the rocky doors</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6330">Rent at the voice asunder. Lo ... within....</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6331">The Teraph and the fire,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6332">And Khawla, and in mail complete</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6333">Mohareb for the strife.</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6334">But Thalaba with numbing force</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6335">Smites his raised arm, and rushes by,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6336">For now he sees the fire amid whose flames</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6337">On the white ashes of Hodeirah lies</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6338">Hodeirah's holy Sword.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B12_lg725">
<l rend="i4" n="6339">He rushes to the fire,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6340">Then Khawla met the youth</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6341">And leapt upon him, and with clinging arms</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6342">Clasps him, and calls Mohareb now to aim</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6343">The effectual vengeance. O fool! fool! he sees</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6344">His Father's Sword, and who shall bar his way?</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6345">Who stand against the fury of that arm</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6346">That spurns her to the earth?</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6347">She rises half, she twists around his knees,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6348">A moment ... and he vainly strives</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6349">To shake her from her hold,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6350">Impatient then into her cursed breast</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6351">He stamps his crushing heel,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6352">And from her body, heaving now in death</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6353">Springs forward to the Sword.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B12_lg726">
<l rend="i4" n="6354">The co-existent flame</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6355">Knew the Destroyer; it encircled him,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6356">Rolled up his robe and gathered round his head,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6357">Condensing to intenser splendour there,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6358">His crown of glory and his light of life</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6359">Hovered the irradiate wreath.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6360">The moment Thalaba had laid his hand</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6361">Upon his Father's Sword,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6362">The Living Image in the inner cave</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6363">Smote the Round Altar. The <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Domdaniel_Cave">Domdaniel</rs> rocked</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6364">Thro' all its thundering vaults;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6365">Over the surface of the reeling <placeName ref="Earth_planet">Earth</placeName>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6366">The alarum shock was felt:</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6367">The Sorcerer brood, all, all, where'er dispersed,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6368">Perforce obeyed the summons; all, they came</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6369">Compelled by <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Hell</rs> and <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Heaven</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6370">By Hell compelled to keep</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6371">Their baptism-covenant,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6372">And with the union of their strength</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6373">Oppose the common danger; forced by Heaven</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6374">To share the common doom.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B12_lg727">
<l rend="i2" n="6375">Vain are all spells! the Destroyer</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6376">Treads the <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Domdaniel_Cave">Domdaniel floor</rs>.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6377">They crowd with human arms and human force</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6378">To crush the single foe;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6379">Vain is all human force!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6380">He wields his Father's Sword,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6381">The vengeance of awakened Deity!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6382">But chief on Thalaba Mohareb prest,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6383">The language of the inspired Witch</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6384">Announced one fatal blow for both,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6385">And desperate of self-safety, yet he hoped</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6386">To serve the cause of <name type="divin">Eblis</name>,
and uphold</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6387">
<rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin" ref="Hell">His
empire</rs> true in death.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B12_lg728">
<l rend="i4" n="6388">Who shall withstand his way?</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6389">Scattered before the sword of Thalaba</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6390">The sorcerer throng recede</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6391">And leave him space for combat. Wretched man</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6392">What shall the helmet or the shield avail</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6393">Against Almighty anger! wretched man,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6394">Too late Mohareb finds that he has chosen</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6395">The evil part! he rears his shield</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6396">To meet the Arabian's sword,...</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6397">Under the edge of that fire-hardened steel</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6398">The shield falls severed; his cold arm</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6399">Rings with the jarring blow,...</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6400">He lifts his scymetar,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6401">A second stroke, and lo! the broken hilt</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6402">Hangs from his palsied hand!</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6403">And now he bleeds! and now he flies!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6404">And fain would hide himself amid the throng,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6405">But they feel the sword of Hodeirah,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6406">But they also fly from the ruin!</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6407">And hasten to the inner cave,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6408">And fall all fearfully</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6409">Around the Giant Idol's feet,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6410">Seeking salvation from the Power they served.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B12_lg729">
<l rend="i0" n="6411">It was a Living Image, by the art</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6412">Of magic hands of flesh and bones composed,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6413">And human blood thro' veins and arteries</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6414">That flowed with vital action. In the shape</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6415">Of <name type="divin">Eblis</name> it was made,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6416">Its stature such and such its strength</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6417">As when among the Sons of<name type="divin">God</name>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6418">Pre-eminent, he raised his radiant head,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6419">Prince of the Morning. On his brow</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6420">A coronet of meteor flames,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6421">Flowing in points of light.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6422">Self-poised in air before him,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6423">Hung the Round Altar, rolling like <placeName ref="Earth_planet">the World</placeName>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6424">On its diurnal axis, like <placeName ref="Earth_planet">the World</placeName>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6425">Checquered with sea and shore,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6426">The work of Demon art.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6427">For where the sceptre in the Idol's hand</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6428">Touched <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Domdaniel_Cave">the Round Altar</rs>, in its answering realm</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6429">
<placeName ref="Earth_planet">Earth</placeName> felt the
stroke, and <placeName>Ocean</placeName> rose in storms,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6430">And ruining Cities shaken from their seat</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6431">Crushed all their habitants.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6432">His other arm was raised, and its spread palm</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6433">Up-bore the ocean-weight</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6434">
<rs type="place" ref="Ocean-Vault">Whose naked waters
arched the sanctuary</rs>,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6435">Sole prop and pillar he.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B12_lg730">
<l rend="i2" n="6436">Fallen on the ground around his feet</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6437">The Sorcerers lay. Mohareb's quivering arms</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6438">Clung to the Idol's knees;</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6439">The Idol's face was pale</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6440">And calm in terror he beheld</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6441">The approach of the Destroyer.</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B12_lg731">
<l rend="i0" n="6442">Sure of his stroke, and therefore in pursuit</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6443">Following, nor blind, nor hasty on his foe,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6444">Moved the Destroyer. Okba met his way,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6445">Of all that brotherhood</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6446">He only fearless, miserable man,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6447">The one that had no hope.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6448">"On me, on me," the childless Sorcerer cried,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6449">"Let fall the weapon! I am he who stole</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6450">"Upon the midnight of thy Father's tent,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6451">"This is the hand that pierced Hodeirah's heart,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6452">"That felt thy brethren's and thy sister's blood</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6453">"Gush round the dagger-hilt. Let fall on me</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6454">"The fated sword! the vengeance hour is come!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6455">"Destroyer, do thy work!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B12_lg732">
<l rend="i0" n="6456">Nor wile, nor weapon, had the desperate wretch,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6457">He spread his bosom to the stroke.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6458">"Old man, I strike thee not!" said Thalaba,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6459">"The evil thou hast done to me and mine</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6460">"Brought its own bitter punishment.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6461">"For thy dear Daughter's sake I pardon thee,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6462">"As I do hope <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Heaven</rs>'s pardon. For her sake</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6463">"Repent while time is yet! thou hast my prayers</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6464">"To aid thee; thou poor sinner, cast thyself</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6465">"Upon the goodness of offended God!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6466">"I speak in Laila's name, and what if now</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6467">"Thou canst not think to join in <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Paradise</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6468">"Her spotless Spirit,... hath not <name type="divin">Allah</name> made</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6469">"<rs type="metaplace" subtype="barrier" ref="Al-Araf">Al-Araf</rs>
<note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_176">
<p>
<rs type="metaplace" subtype="barrier" ref="Al-Araf">Araf is a
place between the <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Paradise</rs> and the <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Hell</rs> of the <orgName>Mohammedans</orgName>, some deem
it a veil of separation, some a strong wall; others hold it to
be a <rs type="metaplace" subtype="barrier">Purgatory</rs> in
which those believers will remain, whose good and evil works
have been so equal that they were neither virtuous enough to
enter <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Paradise</rs>, nor
guilty enough to be condemned to the fire of Hell. From thence
they see the glory of <orgName>the Blessed</orgName>, and are
near enough to congratulate them; but their ardent desire to
partake the same happiness becomes a great pain. <rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">At length at <time>the Day of
Judgement</time>, when <orgName>all men</orgName> before
they are judged, shall be cited to render homage to their
<name type="divin">Creator</name>, those who are here
confined shall prostrate themselves before the face of <name type="divin">the Lord</name>, in adoration: and by this
act of religion which shall be accounted a merit, the number
of their good works will exceed their evil ones, and they
will enter into glory.</rs>
</rs>
</p>
<p>
<persName>Saadi</persName> says that <rs type="metaplace" subtype="barrier" ref="Al-Araf">Araf</rs> appears a <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin" ref="Hell">hell</rs> to the
happy, and a <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Paradise</rs> to
the damned. <bibl>
<author>D'Herbelot</author>.</bibl>
</p>
</note>
in his wisdom? where the sight</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6470">"Of <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Heaven</rs>
shall kindle in the penitent</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6471">"The strong and purifying fire of hope,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6472">"Till at <time>the day of judgement</time> he shall
see</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6473">"The <rs type="myth">Mercy-Gates</rs> unfold."</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B12_lg733">
<l rend="i0" n="6474">The astonished man stood gazing as he spake,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6475">At length his heart was softened, and the tears</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6476">Gushed, and he sobbed aloud.</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6477">Then suddenly was heard</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6478">The all-beholding <persName>Prophet</persName>'s aweful
voice,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6479">"Thou hast done well, my Servant!</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6480">"Ask and receive thy reward!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B12_lg734">
<l rend="i4" n="6481">A deep and aweful joy</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6482">Seemed to distend the heart of
<persName>Thalaba</persName>;</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6483">With arms in reverence crost upon his breast,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6484">Upseeking eyes suffused with transport-tears</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6485">He answered to the Voice, "Prophet of God,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6486">"Holy, and good, and bountiful!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6487">"One only earthly wish have I, to work</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6488">"Thy will, and thy protection grants me that.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6489">"Look on this Sorcerer! heavy are his crimes,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6490">"But infinite is mercy! if thy servant</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6491">"Have now found favour in the sight of God,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6492">"Let him be touched with penitence, and save</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6493">"His soul from utter death."</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B12_lg735">
<l rend="i0" n="6494">"The groans of penitence," replied the Voice</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6495">"Never arise unheard!</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6496">"But for thyself prefer the prayer,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6497">"The <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin" ref="Heaven">Treasure-house of Heaven</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6498">"Is open to thy will."</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B12_lg736">
<l rend="i0" n="6499">"Prophet of God!" then answered Thalaba,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6500">"I am alone on <placeName ref="Earth_planet">earth</placeName>.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6501">"Thou knowest the secret wishes of my heart!</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6502">"Do with me as thou wilt! thy will is best."</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B12_lg737">
<l rend="i0" n="6503">There issued forth no Voice to answer him,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6504">But lo! <persName>Hodeirah</persName>'s Spirit comes to
see</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6505">His vengeance, and beside him, a pure form</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6506">Of roseate light, <rs type="person" ref="Zeinab">the
Angel mother</rs> hangs.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6507">"<rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">My Child</rs>, my dear,
my glorious, blessed Child,</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6508">"My promise is performed ... fufil thy work!"</l>
</lg>
<lg xml:id="B12_lg738">
<l rend="i0" n="6509">
<persName>Thalaba</persName> knew that his death-hour was come,</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6510">And on he leapt, and springing up,</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6511">Into <rs type="image" subtype="human">the Idol</rs>'s
heart</l>
<l rend="i4" n="6512">Hilt-deep he drove the Sword.</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6513">
<rs type="metaplace" subtype="barrier" ref="Domdaniel_Cave">The
<geogFeat>
<placeName>Ocean-Vault</placeName>
</geogFeat> fell in,
and all were crushed.</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i2" n="6514">
<time>In the same moment</time>
<rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin" ref="Paradise">at the gate</rs>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6515">Of <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Paradise</rs>,
<persName>Oneiza's Houri-form</persName>
</l>
<l rend="i0" n="6516">Welcomed <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">her Husband</rs>
to <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin" ref="Paradise">eternal
bliss</rs>.</l>
</lg>
<p> END.</p>
</div>
</div>
</div>
</body>
</text>
</TEI>
