Thought of the gloomy day and ghastly night, Morn slowly rolls the clouds away ;

That dreads the darkness, and yet loathes the light, Few trophies of the fight are there :

That winds around and tears the quivering heart ! The shouts that shook the midnight bay

Ah! wherefore not consume it-and depart! Are silent; but some signs of fray

Wo to thee, rash and unrelenting chief! That strand of strife may bear,

Vainly thou heap'st the dust upon thy head, And fragments of each shiver'd brand;

Vainly the sackcloth o'er thy limbs doth spread: Steps stamp'd; and dash'd into the sand

By that same hand Abdallah--Selim bled. The print of many a struggling hand

Now let it tear thy beard in idle grief; May there be mark'd; nor far remote Thy pride of heart, thy bride for Osman's bed, A broken torch, an oarless boat;

She, whom thy sultan had but seen to wed, And tangled on the weeds that heap

Thy daughter's dead ! The beach where shelving to the deep

Hope of thine age, thy twilight's lonely beam, There lies a white capote !

The star hath set that shone on Helle's stream. 'Tis rent in twain-one dark red stain

What quench'd its ray ?--the blood that thou hast The wave yet ripples o'er in vain :

shed ! But where is he who wore?

Hark! to the hurried question of despair : Ye! who would o'er his relics weep,

“Where is my child ?" -an echo answers Go, seek them where the surges sweep

"Where ?" 42 Their burden round Sigæum's steep,

And cast on Lemnos' shore:

Within the place of thousand tombs
The sea-birds shriek above the prey,

That shine beneath, while dark above O'er which their hungry beaks delay,

The sad but living cypress glooms, As shaken on his restless pillow,

And withers not, though branch and leaf His head heaves with the heaving billow;

Are stamp'd with an eternal grief, That hand, whose motion is not life,

Like early unrequited love, Yet feebly seems to menace strife,

One spot exists, which ever blooms, Flung by the tossing tide on high,

Even in that deadly groveThen levell’d with the wave

A single rose is shedding there What recks it, though that corse shall lie

Its lonely lustre, meek and pale. Within a living grave ?

It looks as planted by despair The bird that tears that prostrate form

So white-so faint-the slightest gale Hath only robb’d the meaner worm ;

Might whirl the leaves on high ; The only heart, the only eye

And yet, though storms and blight assail, Had bled or wept to see him die,

And hands more rude than winter sky Had seen those scatter'd limbs composed,

May wring it from the stem-in vainAnd mourned above his turban-stone,40

To-morrow sees it bloom again! That heart hath burst-that eye was closed

The stalk some spirit gently rears, Yea-closed before his own!

And waters with celestial tears;

For well may maids of Helle deem

That this can be no earthly flower,

Which mocks the tempest's withering hour, By Helle's stream there is a voice of wail !

And buds unshelter'd by a bower ; And woman's eye is wet-man's cheek is pale: Nor droops, though spring refuse her shower, Zulieka! last of Giaffir's race,

Not woos the summer beam: Thy destined lord is come too late;

To it the livelong night there sings
He sees not-ne'er shall see thy face !

A bird unseen--but not remote :
Can he not hear

Invisible his airy wings,
The loud Wul-wulleh 41 warn his distant ear? But soft as harp that Houri strings
Thy handmaids weeping at the gate,

His long entrancing note!
The Koran-chaunters of the hymn of fate, It were the bulbul; but his throat,

The silent slaves with folded arms that wait, Though mournful, pours not such a strain:
Sighs in the hall, and shrieks upon the gale, For they who listen cannot leave
Tell him thy tale!

The spot, but linger there and grieve,
Thou didst not view thy Selim fall!

As if they loved in vain !
That fearful moment when he left the cave And yet so sweet the tears they shed,
Thy heart grew chill :

"Tis sorrow so unmix'd with dread,
He was thy hope thy joy-thy love thine all- They scarce can bear the morn to break
And that last thought on him thou couldst not save That melancholy spell,
Sufficed to kill ;

And longer yet would weep and wake,
Burst forth in one wild cry—and all was still.

He sings so wild and well !
Peace to thy broken heart, and virgin grave! But when the day-blush bursts from high
Ah! happy! but of life to lose the worst !

Expires that magic melody.
That grief-though deep-though fatal-was thy And some have been who could believe

(So fondly youthful dreams deceive,
Thrice happy! ne'er to feel nor fear the force And harsh be they that blame)
Of absence, shame, pride, hate, revenge, remorse! That note so piercing and profound
And, oh! that pang where more than madness lies! Will shape and syllable its sound
The worm that will not sleep-and never dies ;

Into Zuleika's name. 43

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'Tis from her cypress' summit heard,

Lash'd by the tumbling tide, whose wave That melts in air the liquid word ;

Denied his bones a holier grare: 'Tis from her lowly virgin earth

And there by night, reclined, 'tis said, That white rose takes its tender birth.

Is seen a ghastly turban'd head: There late was laid a marble stone;

And hence extended by the billow, Eve saw it placed--the morrow gone!

'Tis named the “ Pirate phantom's pillow!' It was no mortal arm that bore

Where first it lay that mourning flower That deep-fix'd pillar to the shore:

Hath flourish'd; flourisheth this hour, For there, as Helle's legends tell,

Alone and dewy, coldly pure and pale; Next morn 'twas found where Selim fell,

As weeping beauty's cheek at sorrow's tale!



After all, this is rather to be felt than described; Wax faint o'er the gardens of Gul in her bloom. still I think there are some who will understand it,

Page 122, line 8. at least they would have done, had they beheld the “Gul," the rose.

countenance whose speaking harmony suggested the 2.

idea; for this passage is not drawn from imaginaCan he smile on such deeds as his children have done? tion, but memory, that mirror which affliction

Page 122, line 17.

dashes to the earth, and looking down upon the Souls made of fire, and children of the sun,

fragments, only beholds the reflection multiplied. With whom revenge is virtue.--Young's Revenge.


But yet the line of Carasman.
With Mejnoun's tale, or Sadi's song.

Page 124, line 24.
Page 123, line 23.

Carasman Oglou, or Cara Osman Oglou, is the Mejnoun and Leila, the Romeo and Juliet of the principal landholder in Turkey: he governs MagEast. Sadi, the moral poet of Persia. ,

nesia : those who, by a kind of feudal tenure, pos

sess land on condition of service, are called Tima4.

riots: they serve as Spahis, according to the extent Till I, who heard the deep tambour.

of territory, and bring a certain number into the

Page 123, line 24. field, generally caralry. Tambour, Turkish drum, which sounds at sunrise,

8. noon, and twilight.

And teach the messenger what fate. 5.

Page 124, line 36. He is an Arab to my sight.

When a Pacha is sufficiently strong to resist, the

Page 123, line 95. single messenger, who is always the first bearer of The Turks abhor the Arabs (who return the com- the order for his death, is strangled instead, and pliment a hundred fold), even more than they hate sometimes five or six, one after the other, on the the Christians.

same errand, by command of the refractory patient; 6.

if, on the contrary, he is weak or loyal, he bows,

kisses the Sultan's respectable signature, and is The mind, the music breathing from her face.

Page 124, line 2. bowstrung with great complacency, In 1810, seve,

ral of these presents were exhibited in the niche of This expression has met with objections. I will the Seraglio gate; among others, the head of the not refer to him who hath not music in his soul,” Pacha of Bagdat, a brave young man, cut off by but merely request the reader to recollect, for ten treachery, after a desperate resistance. seconds, the features of the woman whoni he believes to be the most beautiful; and if he then

9. does not comprehend fully what is feebly expressed in the above line, I shall be sorry for us both. For

Thrice clapp'd his hands, and call'd his steed. an eloquent passage in the latest work of the first

Page 124, line 55. female" writer of this, perhaps of any age, on the

Clapping of the hands calls the servants. The analogy (and the immediate comparison excited by Turks hate a superfluous expenditure of voice, and that analogy), between "painting and music," see they have no bells. vol. iii. cap. 10. DE L'ALLEMAGNE. And is not this

10. connexion still stronger with the original than the Resign'd his gem-adorn'd chibouque. copy? With the coloring of nature than of art?!

Page 124, line 56.





Chībouque, the Turkish pipe, of which the amber, Pacha; a Waywode is the third ; and then come mouth-piece and sometimes the ball which contains the Agas. the leaf, is adorned with precious stones, if in pos

21. ression of the wealthier orders.

Was he not bred in Egripo?

Page 125, line 71.

Egripo—the Negropont, --According to the prov. With Maugrabee and Mamaluke. erb the Turks of Egripo, the Jews of Salonica, and Page 124, line 58.

the Greeks of Athens, are the worst of their respecMangrabee, Moorish mercenaries.

tive races.


Ah! yonder see the Tchocadar.
His way amid his Delis took.

Page 126, line 13.
Page 124, line 59. " Tchocadar"--one of the attendants who pre-
Deli, bravos who form the forlorn hope of the cedes a man of authority."
tavalry, and always begin the action.


Thine own broad Hellespontstill dashes. Careering cleave the folded felt.

Page 126, line 83. Page 124, line 71. The wrangling about this epithet “the broad A twisted fold of felt is used for scimitar practice

Hellespont" the " boundless Hellespont," by the Turks, and few but Mussulman arms can cut whether it means one or the other, or what it means through at a single stroke: sometimes a tough at all, has been beyond all possibility of detail. I turban is used for the same purpose. The jerreed have even heard it disputed on the spot; and, not is a game of blunt javelins, animated and graceful. foreseeing a speedy conclusion to the controversy,

amused myself with swimming across it in the mean14.

time, and probably may again before the point is

settled. Indeed, the question as to the truth of Nor heard their Ollahs wild and loud.

Page 124, line 74.

" the tale of Troy divine” still continues, much of

it resting upon the talismanic word "anelpos : " "Ollahs,” Alla il Allah, the “Leilies," as the probably Homer had the same notion of distance Spanish poets call them, the sound is Ollah; a cry that a coquette has of time, and when he talks of of which the Turks, for a silent people, are some-boundless, means half a mile; as the latter, by a what profus, particularly during the jerreed, or in like figure, when she says eternal attachment, simthe chase, but mostly in battle. Their animation ply specifies three weeks. in the field, and gravity in the chamber, with their pipes and comboloios form an amusing contrast.


Which Ammon's son ran proudly round. 15.

Page 126, line 94. The Persian Atar-gul's perfume.

Before his Persian invasion, and crowned the al

Page 124, line 93. tar with laurel, &c. He was afterwards imitated " Atar-gul,” ottar of roses. The Persian is the by Caracalla in his race. It is believed that the last

also poisoned a friend, named Festus, for the sake

of new Patroclan games. I have seen the sheep The pictured roof and marble floor.

feeding on the tombs of Æsietes and Antilochus; Page 124, line 95.

the first is in the centre of the plain. l'he ceiling and wainscots, or rather walls, of the

25. Wassulman apartments are generally painted, in great houses, with one eternal and highly colored

O'er which her fairy fingers ran. view of Constantinople, wherein the principal

*Page 126, line 113. feature is a noble contempt of perspective; below,

When rubbed, the amber is susceptible of a perans, scimitars, &c., are in general fancifully and fume, which is slight but not disagreeable. not inelegantly disposed.


Her mother's sainted amulet.
A message from the Bulbul bears.

Page 126, line 116.
Page 124, line 111.
It has been much doubted whether the notes of closed in gold boxes, containing scraps from the Ko-

The belief in amulets engraved on gems, or enthis “Lover of the rose,” are sad or merry; and Mr. Fox's remarks on the subject have provoked versal

in the East. The Koorsee (throne) verse in

ran worn round the neck, wrist, or arm, is still unisome learned controversy as to the opinions of the the second chapter of the Koran, describes the atancients on the subject. I dare not venture a contributes of the Most High, and is engraved in this

on the point, though a little inclined to the ercare mallemn," &c., if Mr. Fox was mistaken.

manner, and worn by the pious, as the most esteem

ed and sublime of all sentences. 18.

27. Even Azrael, from his deadly quiver.

And by her Comboloio lies.
Page 125, line 19.

Page 126, line 119. "Azrael”--the angel of death.

“Comboloio"-a Turkish rosary. The MSS. par

ticularly those of the Persians, are richly adorned 19.

and illuminated. The Greek females are kept in Within the caves of Istakar.

utter ignorance; but many of the Turkish girls are Page 125, line 54.

highly accomplished, though not actually qualified The treasures of the Pre-Adamite Sultang. See for a Christian coterie; perhaps some of our own D'HERBELOT, article Iskatar.

blues” might not be the worse for bleaching. 20.

Holds not a Musselim's control.

In him was some young Galiongee
Page 125, line 70.

Page 127, line 77.
a governor, the next in rank after a “Galiongée"-or Galiongi, a sailor, that is, a





Turkish sailor; the Greeks navigate, the Turks in 1789-90 for the independence of his country; work the guns. Their dress is picturesque; and I abandoned by the Russians, he became a pirate, and have seen the Capitaa Pacha more than once wear- the Archipelago was the scene of his enterprises ing it as a kind of incog. Their legs, however, are He is said to be still alive at Petersburgh. He and generally naked. The buskins described in the Riga are the two most celebrated of the Greek text as sheathed behind with silver, are those of an revolutionists. Arnaut robber, who was my host, (he had quitted

36. the profession,) at his Pyrgo, near Gastouni in the

To snatch the Rayahs from their fate. Morea; they were plated in scales one over the

Page 129, line 62. other, like the back of an armadillo.

" Rayahs" all who pay the capitation tax, called

the Haratch."

So may the Koran verse display'd.
Page 127, line 116.

Ay, let me like the ocean-patriarch roam. The characters on all Turkish scimitars contain

Page 129, line 66. sometimes the name of the place of their man- the Mussulmans profess much acquaintance.

The first of voyages is one of the few with which ufacture, but more generally a text from the Koran, in letters of gold. Among those in my pos

38. session, is one with a blade of singular construction; it is very broad, and the edge notched into serpen

Or only know on land the Tartar's home. tine curves like the ripple of water, or the wavering

Page 129, line 67. of flame. I asked the Armenian who sold it, what The wandering life of the Arabs, Tartars, and possible use such a figure could add : he said, in Turkomans, will be found well detailed in any book Italian, that he did not know; but the Mussulmans of Eastern travels. That it possesses a charm pehad an idea that those of this form gave a severer culiar to itself cannot be denied. A young French wound; and liked it because it was * piu feroce." renegado confessed to Chateaubriand, that he never I did not much admire the reason, but bought it for found himself alone, galloping in the desert, withits peculiarity.

out a sensation approaching to rapture, which was 30.


But like the nephew of a Cain.
Page 128, line 8.

Blooming as Aden in its earliest hour.
It is to be observed, that every allusion to any-

Page 129, line 87. thing or personage in the Old Testament, such as Jannat al Aden," the perpetual abode, the the Ark, or Cain, is equally the privilege of Mus- Mussulman Paradise. sulman and Jew: indecd, the former profess to be

40. much better acquainted with the lives, true and fab

And mourn'd above his turban-stone. ulous, of the patriarchs, than is warranted by our

Page 131, line 36. own sacred writ, and not content with Adam, they A turban is carved in stone above the graves of have a biography of Pre-Adamites. , Solomon is the men only. monarch of all necromancy, and Moses a prophet

41. inferior only to Christ and Mahomet. Zuleika is

The loud Wul-roulleh warn his distant ear. the Persian name of Potiphar's wife, and her

Page 131, line 45. amour with Joseph constitutes one of the finest poems in the language. It is therefore no violation

The death-song of the Turkish women. The

“silent slaves of costume to put the names of Cain, or Noah, into

are the men whose notions of dethe mouth of a Moslemn.

corum forbid complaint in public. 31.

42. And Paswan's rebel hordes attest.

Where is my child?-an echo answersWhere?" Page 128, line 24.

Page 131, line 81. Paswan Oglou, the rebel of Widin, who for the last years of his life, set the whole power of the friends of my youth, where are they?' and an Echo

“I came to the place of my birth and cried, the Porte at defiance.

answered, “Where are they?'"-From an Arabic 32.

They gave their horsetails to the wind.

The above quotation (from which the idea in the
Page 128, line 36.

text is taken) must be already familiar to every Horsetail, the standard of a Pacha.

reader--it is given in the first annotation, page 67,

of “ The Pleasures of Memory" a poem so well 33.

known as to render a reference almost superfluous; He drank one draught, nor needed more. but to whose pages all will be delighted to recur.

Page 128, line 49. Ciaffir, Pacha of Argyro Castro, or Scutari, I am

43. Tot sure which, was actually taken off by the Alba

Into Zuleika's name. nian Ali, in the manner described in the text. Ali

Page 131, line 129 Pacha, while I was in the country, married the

" And airy tongues that ayllable men's namca." daughter of his victim, some years after the event had taken place, at a bath in Sophia, or Adrianople.

For a belief that the souls of the dead inhabit the The poison was mixed in the cup of coffee, which is form of birds, we need not travel to the east. Lord presented before the sherbet by the bath-keeper, after Lyttleton's ghost story, the belief of the Dutchess dressing.

of Kendal that George I. Atw into her window in 34. I sought by turns and saw them all.

the shape of a raven, (see Orford's Reminiscences)

and many other instances, bring this superstition Page 129, line 35.

nearer home. The most singular was the whim of The Turkish notions of almost all islands are con- a Worcester lady, who, believing her daughter to fined to the Archipelago, the sea alluded to. exist in the shape of a singing bird, literally fur.

nished her pew in the Cathedral with cages-full of 35.

the kind; and as she was rich, and a benefactress The last of Lambro's patriots there. in beautifying the church, no objection was made to

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her harmless folly. For this anecdote see Orford's Lambro Canzani, a Greek, famous for his efforts 'Letters.




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tention to tempt no further the award of "gods,

men, nor columns.” In the present composition I THOMAS MOORE, ESQ.

have attempted not the most difficult, but, perhaps,

the best adapted measure to our language, the good MY DEAR MOORE,

old and now neglected heroic couplet. The stanza I DEDICATE to you the last production with which of Spenser is, perhaps, too slow and dignified for I shall trespass on public patience, and your indul- narrative; though, I confess, it is the measure most gence, for some years; and I own that I feel anx- after my own heart; Scott alone, of the present ious to avail myself of this latest and only opportu- generation, has hitherto completely triumphed over nity of adorning my pages with a name, consecrated the fatal facility of the octo-syllabic verse; and this by unshaken public principle, and the most un- is not the least victory of his fertile and mighty gendoubted and various talents. While Ireland ranks ius: in blank verse, Milton, Thomson, and our you among the firmest of her patriots; while you dramatists, are the beacons that shine along the stand alone the first of her bards in her estimation, deer, but warn us from the rough and barren rock and Britain repeats and ratifies the decree, permit on which they are kindled. The heroic couplet is one, whose only regret, since our first acquaintance, not the most popular measure certainly; but as I has been the years he had lost before it commenced, did not deviate into the other from a wish to flatter to add the humble but sincere suffrage of friendship, what is called public opinion, I shall quit it without to the voice of more than one nation. It will at further apology, and take my chance once more with least prove to you, that I have neither forgotten the that versification, in which I have hitherto published gratification derived from your society, nor aban- nothing but compositions whose former circulation is doned the prospect of its renewal, whenever your part of my present, and will be of my future regret. leisure or inclination allows you to atone to your With regard to my story, and stories in general, friends for too long an absence. It is said, among I should have been glad to have rendered my perthose friends, I trust truly, that you are engaged in sonages more perfect and amiable, if possible, inasthe composition of a poem whose scene will be laid much as I have been sometimes criticised, and conin the East; none can do those scenes so much sidered no less responsible for their deeds and qual. justice. The wrongs of your own country, the mag-ities than if all had been personal. Be it so--if I nificent and fiery spirit of her sons, the beauty and have deviated into the gloomy vanity of " drawing feeling of her daughters, may there be found; and from self,” the pictures are probably like, since they Collins, when he denominated his Oriental his Irish are unfavorable; and if not, those who know me Eclogues, was not aware how true, at least, was a are undeceived, and those who do not, I have little part of his parallel. Your imagination will create a interest in undeceiving. I have no particular desire warmer sun, and less clouded sky; but wildness, that any but my acquaintance should think the tenderness, and originality are part of your national author better than the beings of his imagining; but claim of oriental descent, to which you have already I cannot help a little surprise, and perhaps amusethus far proved your title more clearly than the most ment, at some odd critical exceptions in the present zealous of your country's antiquarians.

instance, when I see several bards, (far more deMay I add a few words on a subject on which all serving, I allow,) in very reputable plight, and men are supposed to be fluent, and none agreeable ? quite exempted from all participation in the faults -Self. I have written much, and published more of those heroes, who, nevertheless, might be found than enough to demand a longer silence than I now with little more morality than “The Giaour,” and meditate ; but for some years to come, it is my in- perhaps -but no-I must admit Childe Harold to

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