Book III

Robert Southey (1774–1843) · 1801

iambic trimeter · unrhymed · 505 lines · from Thalaba the Destroyer

Oneiza, look! the dead man has a ring,...Should it be buried with him?

Oh yes ... yes!A wicked man! all that he has must needsBe wicked too!

But see,... the sparkling stone!How it has caught the glory of the Sun,And streams it back again in lines of light!

Why do you take it from him Thalaba?...And look at it so near?... it may have charmsTo blind, or poison ... throw it in the grave!...I would not touch it!

And around its rimStrange letters,...

It is not written as the Koran is;Some other tongue perchance ... the accursed manSaid he had been a traveller.

Thalaba,What hast thou there?

A ring the dead man wore,Perhaps my father, you can read its meaning.

No Boy,... the letters are not such as ours.Heap the sand over it! a wicked manWears nothing holy.

Nay! not bury it!It may be that some traveller who shall enterOur tent, may read them: or if we approachCities where strangers dwell and learned men,They may interpret.

It were better hidUnder the desert sands. This wretched man,Whom God hath smitten in the very purposeAnd impulse of his unpermitted crime,Belike was some Magician, and these linesAre of the language that the Demons use.

Such cursed men there are upon the earth,In league and treaty with the Evil powers,The covenanted enemies of GodAnd of all good, dear purchase have they madeOf rule, and riches, and their life-long sway,Masters, yet slaves of Hell. Beneath the RootsOf Ocean, the Domdaniel caverns lie:Their impious meeting; there they learn the wordsUnutterable by man who holds his hopeOf Heaven, there brood the Pestilence, and letThe Earthquake loose.

And he who would have killed meWas one of these?

I know not, but it may beThat on the Table of Destiny, thy nameIs written their Destroyer, and for thisThy life by yonder miserable manSo sought; so saved by interfering Heaven.

Every gem,So sages say, has virtue; but the scienceOf difficult attainment, some grow paleConscious of poison, or with sudden shadeOf darkness, warn the wearer; same preserveFrom spells, or blunt the hostile weapon's edge.Some open rocks and mountains, and lay bareTheir buried treasures; others make the sightStrong to perceive the presence of all BeingsThro' whose pure substance the unaided eyePasses, like empty air ... and in yon stoneI deem some such misterious quality.

In God's name, and the Prophet's! be its powerGood, let it serve the righteous: if for evil,God and my trust in him shall hallow it.

So Thalaba drew onThe written ring of gold.Then in the hollow graveThey laid Abdaldar's corpse,And levelled over him the desert dust.

The Sun arose, ascending from beneathThe horizon's circling line.As Thalaba to his ablutions went,Lo! the grave open, and the corpse exposed!It was not that the winds of nightHad swept away the sands that covered it,For heavy with the undried dewThe desert dust was dark and close around;And the night air had been so moveless calm,It had not from the groveShaken a ripe date down.

Amazed to hear the taleForth from the tent came Moath and his child.Awhile the thoughtful man surveyed the corpseSilent with downward eyes,Then turning spake to Thalaba and said,"I have heard that there are places by the abode"Of holy men, so holily possessed,"That if a corpse be buried there, the ground"With a convulsive effort shakes it out,"Impatient of pollution. Have the feet"Of Prophet or Apostle blest this place?"Ishmael, or Houd, or Saleh, or than all,"Mohammed, holier name? or is the man"So foul with magic and all blasphemy,"That Earth like Heaven rejects him? it is best"Forsake the station. Let us strike our tent."The place is tainted ... and behold"The Vulture hovers yonder, and his scream"Chides us that we still we scare him from his banquet."So let the accursed one"Find fitting sepulchre."

Then from the pollution of deathWith water they made themselves pure,And Thalaba drew upThe fastening of the cords,And Moath furled the tent,And from the grove of palms Oneiza ledThe Camels, ready to receive their load.

The dews had ceased to steamTowards the climbing Sun,When from the Isle of Palms they went their way.And when the Sun had reached his southern height,As back they turned their eyes,The distant Palms aroseLike to the top-sails of some far-off fleetDistinctly seen, where elseThe Ocean bounds had blended with the sky.And when the eve came onThe sight returning reached the grove no more.They planted the pole of their tent,And they laid them down to repose.

At midnight Thalaba started up,For he felt that the ring on his finger was moved.He called on Allah aloud,And he called on the Prophet's name.Moath arose in alarm,"What ails thee Thalaba?" he cried,"Is the Robber of night at hand?""Dost thou not see," the youth exclaimed,"A Spirit in the Tent?"Moath looked round and said,"The moon beam shines in the Tent,"I see thee stand in the light,"And thy shadow is black on the ground."

Thalaba answered not."Spirit!" he cried, "what brings thee here?"In the name of the Prophet, speak,"In the name of Allah, obey!"

He ceased, and there was silence in the Tent."Dost thou not hear?" quoth Thalaba.The listening man replied,"I hear the wind, that flaps"The curtain of the Tent.

"The Ring! the Ring!" the youth exclaimed."For that the Spirit of Evil comes,"By that I see, by that I hear."In the name of God, I ask thee"Who was he that slew my Father?"

Master of the powerful Ring!Okba, the wise Magician, did the deed.

In the Domdaniel cavernsUnder the Roots of the Ocean.

We knew from the race of HodeirahThe destined destroyer would come.

A fire surrounds the fated-sword,No Spirit or Magician's handCan pierce that guardian flame.

Distinctly Moath heard his voice, and SheWho thro' the Veil of Separation, watchedAll sounds in listening terror, whose suspenseForbade the aid of prayer.They heard the voice of Thalaba;But when the Spirit spake, the motionless airFelt not the subtle sounds,Too fine for mortal sense.

On a sudden the rattle of arrows was heard,And the quiver was laid at the feet of the youth,And in his hand they saw Hodeirah's Bow.He eyed the Bow, he twanged the string,And his heart bounded to the joyous tone.Anon he raised his voice, and cried"Go thy way, and never more,"Evil Spirit, haunt our tent!"By the virtue of the Ring,"By Mohammed's holier might,"By the holiest name of God,"Thee and all the Powers of Hell"I adjure and I command"Never more to trouble us!"

Nor ever from that hourDid rebel Spirit on the Tent intrude,Such virtue had the Spell.

And peacefully the vernal yearsOf Thalaba past on.Till now without an effort he could bendHodeirah's stubborn Bow.Black were his eyes and bright,The sunny hue of healthGlowed on his tawny cheek,His lip was darkened by maturing life;Strong were his shapely limbs, his stature tall;He was a comely youth.

Compassion for the childHad first old Moath's kindly heart possessed,An orphan, wailing in the wilderness.But when he heard his tale, his wonderous tale,Told by the Boy with such eye-speaking truth,Now with sudden bursts of anger,Now in the agony of tears,And now in flashes of prophetic joy.What had been pity became reverence,And like a sacred trust from HeavenThe old man cherished him.Now with a father's love,Child of his choice, he loved the Boy,And like a father to the Boy was dear.Oneiza called him brother, and the youth,More fondly than a brother, loved the maid,The loveliest of Arabian maidens she.How happily the yearsOf Thalaba went by!

It was the wisdom and the will of HeavenThat in a lonely tent had castThe lot of Thalaba.There might his soul develope bestIts strengthening energies;There might he from the worldKeep his heart pure and uncontaminate,Till at the written hour he should be foundFit servant of the Lord, without a spot.

Years of his youth, how rapidly ye fledIn that beloved solitude!Is the morn fair, and does the freshening breezeFlow with cool current o'er his cheek?Lo! underneath the broad-leaved sycamoreWith lids half closed he lies,Dreaming of days to come.His dog beside him, in mute blandishment,Now licks his listless hand,Now lifts an anxious and expectant eyeCourting the wonted caress.

Or comes the Father of the RainsFrom his Caves in the uttermost West,Comes he in darkness and storms?When the blast is loud,When the waters fillThe Travellers tread in the sands,When the pouring showerStreams adown the roof,When the door-curtain hangs in heavier folds,When the outstrained tent flags loosely,Comfort is within,The embers chearful glow,The sound of the familiar voice,The song that lightens toil.Under the common shelter on dry sandThe quiet Camels ruminate their food;From Moath falls the lengthening cord,As patiently the old ManIntwines the strong palm-fibers; by the hearthThe Damsel shakes the coffee-grains,That with warm fragrance fill the tent;And while with dextrous fingers, ThalabaShapes the green basket, haply at his feetHer favourite kidling gnaws the twig,Forgiven plunderer, for Oneiza's sake!

Or when the winter torrent rollsDown the deep-channelled rain-course, foamingly,Dark with its mountain spoils,With bare feet pressing the wet sandThere wanders Thalaba,The rushing flow, the flowing roar,Filling his yielded faculties;A vague, a dizzy, a tumultuous joy.... Or lingers it a vernal brookGleaming o'er yellow sands?Beneath the lofty bank reclined,With idle eye he views its little waves,Quietly listening to the quiet flow;While in the breathings of the stirring galeThe tall canes bend above,Floating like streamers on the windTheir lank uplifted leaves.

Nor rich, nor poor, was Moath; God had givenEnough, and blest him with a mind content.No hoarded gold disquieted his dreams;But ever round his station he beheldCamels that knew his voice,And home-birds, grouping at Oneiza's call,And goats that, morn and eve,Came with full udders to the Damsel's hand.Dear child! the Tent beneath whose shade they dweltThat was her work; and she had twinedHis girdle's many-hues;And he had seen his robeGrow in Oneiza's loom.How often with a memory-mingled joyThat made her Mother live before his sight,He watched her nimble finders thread the woof!Or at the hand-mill when she knelt and toiled,Tost the thin cake on spreading palm,Or fixed it on the glowing oven's sideWith bare wet arm, in safe dexterity.

'Tis the cool evening hour:The Tamarind from the dewSheaths its young fruit, yet green.Before their Tent the mat is spread,The old man's aweful voiceIntones the holy Book.What if beneath no lamp-illumined dome,Its marble walls bedecked with flourished truth,Azure and gold adornment? sinks the WordWith deeper influence from the Imam's voice,Where in the day of congregation, crowdsPerform the duty task?Their Father is their Priest,The Stars of Heaven their point of prayer,And the blue FirmamentThe glorious Temple, where they feelThe present Deity.

Yet thro' the purple glow of eveShines dimly the white moon.The slackened bow, the quiver, the long lance,Rest on the pillar of the Tent.Knitting light palm-leaves for her brother's browThe dark-eyed damsel sits;The Old Man tranquillyUp his curled pipe inhalesThe tranquillizing herb.So listen they the reed of Thalaba,While his skilled fingers modulateThe low, sweet, soothing, melancholy tones,Or if he strung the pearls of PoetrySinging with agitated faceAnd eloquent arms, and sobs that reach the heart,A tale of love and woe;Then, if the brightening Moon that lit his faceIn darkness favoured her's,Oh! even with such a look, as, fables say,The mother Ostrich fixes on her egg,Till that intense affectionKindle its light of life,Even in such deep and breathless tendernessOneiza's soul is centered on the youth,So motionless with such an ardent gaze,Save when from her full eyesQuickly she wipes away the gushing tearsThat dim his image there.

She called him brother: was it sister-loveThat made the silver ringsRound her smooth ankles and her twany arms,Shine daily brightened? for a brother's eyeWere her long fingers tinged,As when she trimmed the lamp,And thro' the veins and delicate skinThe light shone rosy? that the darkened lidsGave yet a softer lustre to her eye?That with such pride she trickedHer glossy tresses, and on holy dayWreathed the red flower-crown round their jetty waves?How happily the yearsOf Thalaba went by!

Yet was the heart of ThalabaImpatient of repose;Restless he pondered stillThe task for him decreed,The mighty and mysterious work announced.Day by day with youthful ardourHe the call of Heaven awaits,And oft in visions o'er the Murderer's headHe lifts the avenging arm,And oft in dreams he seesThe Sword that is circled with fire.

One morn as was their wont, in sportive moodThe youth and damsel bent Hodeirah's bow,For with no feeble hand nor erring aimOneiza could let loose the obedient shaft.With head back-bending, ThalabaShot up the aimless arrow high in air,Whose line in vain the aching sight pursuedLost in the depth of heaven."When will the hour arrive," exclaimed the youth,"That I shall aim these fated shafts"To vengeance long delayed?"Have I not strength, my father, for the deed?"Or can the will of Providence"Be mutable like man?"Shall I never be called to the task?"

"Impatient boy!" quoth Moath, with a smile:"Impatient Thalaba!" Oneiza cried,And she too smiled, but in her smileA mild reproachful melancholy mixed.

Then Moath pointed where a cloudOf Locusts, from the desolated fieldsOf Syria, winged their way."Lo! how created things"Obey the written doom!"

Onward they came, a dark continuous cloudOf congregated myriads numberless,The rushing of whose wings was as the soundOf a broad river, headlong in its coursePlunged from a mountain summit, or the roarOf a wild ocean in the autumn storm,Shattering its billows on a shore of rocks.Onward they came, the winds impelled them on,Their work was done, their path of ruin past,Their graves were ready in the wilderness."Behold the mighty army!" Moath cried,"Blindly they move, impelled"By the blind Element."And yonder Birds our welcome visitants,"Lo! where they soar above the embodied host,"Pursue their way, and hang upon their rear,"And thin their spreading flanks,"Rejoicing o'er their banquet! deemest thou"The scent of water, on the Syrian mosque"Placed with priest-mummery, and the jargon-rites"That fool the multitude, has led them here"From far Khorasan? Allah who decreed"Yon tribe the plague and punishment of man,"These also hath he doomed to meet their way:"Both passive instruments"Of his all-acting will,"Sole mover he, and only spring of all."

While thus he spake, Oneiza's eye looks upWhere one towards her flew,Satiate, for so it seemed, with sport and food.The Bird flew over her,And as he past above,From his relaxing grasp a Locust fell....It fell upon the Maiden's robe,And feebly there it stood, recovering slow.

The admiring girl surveyedHis out-spread sails of green.His gauzy underwings,One closely to the grass green body furled,One ruffled in the fall, and half unclosed.She viewed his jet-orbed eyesHis glossy gorget brightGreen-glittering in the sun;His plumy pliant hornsThat, nearer as she gazed,Bent tremblingly before her breath.She viewed his yellow-circled frontWith lines mysterious veined;"And knowest thou what is written here,"My father?" said the Maid."Look Thalaba! perchance these lines"Are in the letters of the Ring,"Nature's own language written here."

The youth bent down, and suddenlyHe started, and his heartSprung, and his cheek grew red,For the mysterious lines were legible,And Moath looked, and read the lines aloud;The Locust shook his wings and fled,And they were silent all.

Who then rejoiced but Thalaba?Who then was troubled but the Arabian Maid?And Moath sad of heart,Tho' with a grief supprest, beheld the youthSharpen his arrows now,And now new-plume their shafts,Now to beguile impatient hopeFeel every sharpened point.

"Why is that anxious look," Oneiza cried,"Still upwards cast at noon?"Is Thalaba aweary of our tent?""I would be gone," the youth replied,"That I might do my task,"And full of glory to the tent return"Whence I should part no more."

But on the noontide sun,As anxious and as oft Oneiza's eyeWas upward glanced in fear.And now as Thalaba replied, her cheekLost its fresh and lively hue,For in the Sun's bright edgeShe saw, or thought she saw, a little speck.The sage AstronomerWho with the love of science fullTrembled that day at every passing cloud,He had not seen it, 'twas a speck so small.

Alas! Oneiza sees the spot increase!And lo! the ready YouthOver his shoulder the full quiver slingsAnd grasps the slackened bow.It spreads, and spreads, and nowHas shaddowed half the Sun,Whose crescent-pointed hornsNow momently decrease.

The day grows dark, the Birds retire to rest;Forth from her shadowy hauntFlies the large-headed Screamer of the night.Far off the affrighted African,Deeming his God deceased,Falls on his knees in prayer,And trembles as he seesThe fierce Hyena's eyesGlare in the darkness of that dreadful noon.

Then Thalaba exclaimed, "Farewell,"My father! my Oneiza!" the Old ManFelt his throat swell with grief."Where wilt thou go my Child?" he cried,"Wilt thou not wait a sign"To point thy destined way?""God will conduct me!" said the noble youth,He said and from the TentIn the depth of the darkness departed.They heard his parting steps,The quiver rattling as he past away.

Words in this poem 68
needs adv.
Of necessity; necessarily; indispensably; -- often with must, and equivalent to of need. [Orig. gen. of need, used as an adverb. Cf. - wards.]
hast
, 2d pers. sing. pres. of. Fave, contr. of havest.
shall v. i.
To owe; to be under obligation for. [OE. shal, schal, imp. sholde, scholde, AS. scal, sceal, I am obliged, imp. scolde, sceolde, inf. sculan; akin to OS. skulan, pres. skal, imp. skolda, D. zullen,]
dwell v. i.
To delay; to linger. [OE. dwellen, dwelien, to err, linger, AS. dwellan to deceive, hinder, delay, dwelian to err; akin to Icel. dvelja to delay, tarry, Sw. dväljas to dwell, Dan. dv]
belike adv.
It is likely or probably; perhaps. -- Be*like"ly, adv. [Pref. be- (for by) + like.]
cursed a.
Deserving a curse; execrable; hateful; detestable; abominable.
yonder adv.
At a distance, but within view. [OE. yonder, ýonder; cf. OD. ginder, Goth. jaindr there. Yond, adv.]
deem v. t.
To decide; to judge; to sentence; to condemn. [OE. demen to judge, condemn, AS. d, fr. d doom; akin to OFries. d, OS. ad, D. doemen, OHG. tuommen, Icel. dæma, Sw. dömma, Dan. dömme, Goth. d. See Doom, n., an]
hallow v. t.
To make holy; to set apart for holy or religious use; to consecrate; to treat or keep as sacred; to reverence. [OE. halowen, halwien, halgien, AS. halgian, fr. halig holy. See Holy.]
corpse n.
A human body in general, whether living or dead; -- sometimes contemptuosly. [OF. cors (sometimes written corps), F. corps, L. corpus; akin to AS. hrif womb. See Midriff, and cf. Corse, Corselet, Corps, Cuerpo.]
went n.
Course; way; path; journey; direction.
moveless a.
Motionless; fixed.
awhile adv.
For a while; for some time; for a short time. [Adj. a + while time, interval.]
abode n.
Act of waiting; delay. [OE. abad, abood, fr. abiden to abide. See Abide. For the change of vowel, cf. abode, imp. of abide.]
holily adv.
Piously; with sanctity; in a holy manner. [From Holy.]
scare v. t.
To frighten; to strike with sudden fear; to alarm. [OE. skerren, skeren, Icel. skirra to bar, prevent, skirrask to shun , shrink from; or fr. OE. skerre, adj., scared, Icel. skjarr; both perhaps akin to E. sheer ]
sepulchre n.
The place in which the dead body of a human being is interred, or a place set apart for that purpose; a grave; a tomb. [OE. sepulcre, OF. sepulcre, F. sépulcre, fr. L. sepulcrum, sepulchrum, fr. sepelire to bury.]
isle v. t.
To cause to become an island, or like an island; to surround or encompass; to island.
allah n.
The name of the Supreme Being, in use among the Arabs and the Mohammedans generally. [contr. fr. the article al the + ilah God.]
aloud adv.
With a loud voice, or great noise; loudly; audibly. [Pref. a- + loud.]
quoth v. t.
Said; spoke; uttered; -- used only in the first and third persons in the past tenses, and always followed by its nominative, the word or words said being the object; as, quoth I. quoth he. [AS.cweedhan, imp cwæedh, pl. cwædon; akin to OS. queedhan, OHG. quethan, quedan, Icel. kveedha, Goth. qiþan. sq. root22. Cf. Bequeath.]
anon adv.
Straightway; at once. [OE. anoon, anon, anan, lit., in one (moment), fr. AS. on in + an one. See On and One.]
adjure v. t.
To charge, bind, or command, solemnly, as if under oath, or under the penalty of a curse; to appeal to in the most solemn or impressive manner; to entreat earnestly. [L. adjurare, adjurdium, to swear to; later, to adjure: cf. F. adjurer. See Jury.]
rebel a.
Pertaining to rebels or rebellion; acting in revolt; rebellious; as, rebel troops. [F. rebelle, fr. L. rebellis. See Rebel, v. t.]
sunny a.
Of or pertaining to the sun; proceeding from, or resembling the sun; hence, shining; bright; brilliant; radiant.
shapely a.
Well-formed; having a regular shape; comely; symmetrical. T.
fondly adv.
Foolishly. Verstegan (1673).
happily adv.
By chance; peradventure; haply. Piers Plowman. [From Happy.]
morn n.
The first part of the day; the morning; -- used chiefly in poetry. [OE. morwen, morgen, AS. morgen; akin to D. morgen, OS. morgan, G. morgen, Icel. morginn, morgunn, Sw. morgon, Dan. morgen, Goth. maúrgins. Cf. Morrow, Morning.]
blandishment n.
The act of blandishing; a word or act expressive of affection or kindness, and tending to win the heart; soft words and artful caresses; cajolery; allurement. [Cf. OF. blandissement.]
listless a.
Having no desire or inclination; indifferent; heedless; spiritless. [OE. listles, lustles. See Lust.]
wonted a.
Accustomed; customary; usual.
caress n.
An act of endearment; any act or expression of affection; an embracing, or touching, with tenderness. [F. caresse, It. carezza, LL. caritia dearness, fr. L. carus dear. See Charity.]
uttermost a.
Extreme; utmost; being; in the farthest, greatest, or highest degree; as, the uttermost extent or end. [From Utter, a.; cf. Utmost, and Outermost.]
adown adv.
From a higher to a lower situation; downward; down, to or on the ground. [OE. adun, adoun, adune. AS. of dune off the hill. See Down.]
ruminate v. i.
To chew the cud; to chew again what has been slightly chewed and swallowed. [L. ruminatus, p.p. of ruminari, ruminare, fr. rumen, -inis, throat, akin to ructare to belch, erugere to belch out, Gr. roccettan.]
patiently adv.
In a patient manner.
damsel n.
A young person, either male or female, of noble or gentle extraction; as, Damsel Pepin; Damsel Richard, Prince of Wales. [OE. damosel, damesel, damisel, damsel, fr. OF. damoisele, damisele, gentlewoman, F. demoiselle young lady; cf. OF. damoisel young nobleman, F. damoiseau; fr. LL]
haply adv.
By hap, chance, luck, or accident; perhaps; it may be.
foamingly adv.
With foam; frothily.
reclined a.
Falling or turned downward; reclinate.
grouping n.
The disposal or relative arrangement of figures or objects, as in, drawing, painting, and sculpture, or in ornamental design.
firmament n.
Fixed foundation; established basis. [L. firmamentum, fr. firmare to make firm: cf. F. firmament. See Firm, v. & a.]
glorious a.
Exhibiting attributes, qualities, or acts that are worthy of or receive glory; noble; praiseworthy; excellent; splendid; illustrious; inspiring admiration; as, glorious deeds. [OF. glorios, glorious, F. glorieux, fr. L. gloriosus. See Glory, n.]
dimly adv.
In a dim or obscure manner; not brightly or clearly; with imperfect sight.
tranquilly adv.
In a tranquil manner; calmly.
tranquillizing a.
Making tranquil; calming.
modulate v. t.
To form, as sound, to a certain key, or to a certain portion. [L. modulatus, p.p. of modulari to measure, to modulate, fr. modulus a small measure, meter, melody, dim. of modus. See Mode.]
favoured a.
Countenanced; aided; regarded with kidness; as, a favored friend.
breathless a.
Spent with labor or violent action; out of breath.
lustre n.
A period of five years; a lustrum. [L. lustrum: cf. F. lustre.]
jetty v. i.
To jut out; to project. Florio.
ardour n.
Heat, in a literal sense; as, the ardor of the sun's rays. [L. ardor, fr. ardere to burn: cf. OF. ardor, ardur, F. ardeur.]
circled a.
Having the form of a circle; round.
aimless a.
Without aim or purpose; as, an aimless life.
aching a.
That aches; continuously painful. See Ache.
numberless a.
Innumerable; countless.
blindly adv.
Without sight, discernment, or understanding; without thought, investigation, knowledge, or purpose of one's own.
satiate a.
Filled to satiety; glutted; sated; -- followed by with or of. [L. satiatus, p. p. of satiare to satisfy, from sat, satis, enough. See Sad, a., and cf. Sate.]
admiring a.
Expressing admiration; as, an admiring glance.
gauzy a.
Pertaining to, or resembling, gauze; thin and slight as gauze.
unclosed a.
Not separated by inclosures; open. Clarendon. [Pref. un- not + closed.]
gorget n.
A piece of armor, whether of chain mail or of plate, defending the throat and upper part of the breast, and forming a part of the double breastplate of the 14th century. [OF. gorgete, dim. of gorge throat. See Gorge, n.]
plumy a.
Covered or adorned with plumes, or as with plumes; feathery.
shook v. t.
To pack, as staves, in a shook.
noontide n.
The time of noon; midday. [From noon + tide time; cf. AS. n the ninth hour.]
glare v. i.
To shine with a bright, dazzling light. [OE. glaren, gloren; cf. AS. glær amber, LG. glaren to glow or burn like coals, D. gloren to glimmer; prob. akin to E. glass.]
dreadful a.
Full of dread or terror; fearful.

Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.

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Form and metre

Book III is 505 lines in 56 verse paragraphs. It is unrhymed, as far as the pronouncing dictionary can tell. 94% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 8.1 syllables. 45 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 36% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

Measured by Laurel's pipeline, not copied from a handbook: how stress and metre are counted, how rhyme is lettered, how a drifted rhyme is found. Where the dictionary cannot confirm a rhyme the letter is withheld, not guessed.

Rhyme words, stanza by stanza

The word that ends each line, lettered by the rhyme it makes; a dash is a line whose rhyme the dictionary could not confirm.

  1. 10 A---A itA · enter · approach · men · interpretA
  2. 11 --A--A hid · man · purposeA · crime · lines · useA
  3. 14 ---AA be · name · this · manA · heavenA
  4. 18 -------A--A beneath · line · went · exposed · night · it · dew · aroundA · calm · grove · downA
  5. 19 ------A-------A------ tale · child · corpse · eyes · said · abode · possessedA · ground · out · feet · place · all · man · blasphemy · bestA · tent · behold · scream · banquet · one · sepulchre
  6. 21 -----A------A steam · sun · way · height · eyes · aroseA · fleet · else · sky · on · more · tent · reposeA
  7. 22 --------A-A-- up · moved · aloud · name · alarm · cried · hand · exclaimed · tentA · said · tentA · light · ground
  8. 24 A---A tentA · thalaba · replied · flaps · tentA
  9. 30 --AB-B-A she · watched · suspenseA · prayerB · thalaba · airB · sounds · senseA
  10. 31 ---A----A----- heard · youth · bow · stringA · tone · cried · more · tent · ringA · might · god · hell · command · us
  11. 34 ----A-BC----C-A-DBD child · possessed · wilderness · tale · truthA · anger · tearsB · joyC · reverence · heaven · him · love · boyC · dear · youthA · maid · sheD · yearsB · byD
  12. 37 A------------------A----- rainsA · west · storms · loud · fill · sands · shower · roof · folds · loosely · within · glow · voice · toil · sand · food · cord · man · hearth · grainsA · tent · thalaba · feet · twig · sake
  13. 38 ----------A----A- rolls · foamingly · spoils · sand · thalaba · roar · faculties · joy · brook · sands · reclinedA · waves · flow · gale · above · windA · leaves
  14. 40 ----A----A------- hour · dew · green · spread · voiceA · book · dome · truth · word · voiceA · crowds · task · priest · prayer · firmament · feel · deity
  15. 41 -------------A--A----------- eve · moon · lance · tent · brow · sits · tranquilly · inhales · herb · thalaba · modulate · tones · poetry · faceA · heart · woe · faceA · her's · say · egg · affection · life · tenderness · youth · gaze · eyes · tears · there
  16. 42 ---A----A----A love · rings · arms · eyeA · tinged · lamp · skin · lids · eyeA · tricked · day · waves · years · byA
  17. 44 A-----A-------- moodA · bow · aim · shaft · thalaba · air · pursuedA · heaven · youth · shafts · delayed · deed · providence · man · task
  18. 45 A-A- smileA · cried · smileA · mixed
  19. 47 ---------------A----A------ cloud · numberless · sound · course · roar · storm · rocks · on · past · wilderness · cried · impelled · element · visitants · host · rearA · flanks · thou · mosque · rites · hereA · decreed · man · way · instruments · will · all
  20. 49 A--BB--------CA--C surveyedA · green · underwings · furledB · unclosedB · eyes · bright · sun · horns · gazed · breath · front · veined · hereC · maidA · lines · ring · hereC
  21. 50 --AB-AB suddenly · heart · redA · legibleB · aloud · fledA · allB
  22. 52 A--A--- criedA · noon · tent · repliedA · task · return · more
  23. 54 A--BB--A increaseA · youth · slings · bowB · nowB · sun · horns · decreaseA
  24. 56 -----A----A farewell · man · grief · cried · sign · wayA · youth · tent · departed · steps · awayA
Scansion, line by line

Each line with its syllable count and the stresses the words themselves fix: / stressed, ˘ unstressed, · a syllable the word leaves free and the metre decides. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
Oneiza, look! the dead man has a ring,...10··········
Should it be buried with him?7···/˘··
Oh yes ... yes!3···
A wicked man! all that he has must needs10·/˘·······
Be wicked too!5·/˘˘·
But see,... the sparkling stone!6···/˘·
How it has caught the glory of the Sun,10·····/˘···
And streams it back again in lines of light!10····˘/····
Why do you take it from him Thalaba?...10··········
And look at it so near?... it may have charms10··········
To blind, or poison ... throw it in the grave!...10···/˘·····
I would not touch it!5·····
And around its rim5·····
Strange letters,...3·/˘
It is not written as the Koran is;10···/˘··˘/·
Some other tongue perchance ... the accursed man10·/˘·˘/····
Said he had been a traveller.7·····/˘
Thalaba,3···
What hast thou there?4····
A ring the dead man wore,6······
Perhaps my father, you can read its meaning.11˘/·/˘····/˘
No Boy,... the letters are not such as ours.10···/˘····/
Heap the sand over it! a wicked man9······/˘·
Wears nothing holy.5·/˘/˘
Nay! not bury it!5··/˘·
It may be that some traveller who shall enter11·····/˘··/˘
Our tent, may read them: or if we approach10/·······˘/
Cities where strangers dwell and learned men,9/˘·/˘····
They may interpret.5··˘/˘
It were better hid5··/˘·
Under the desert sands. This wretched man,10···/˘··/˘·
Whom God hath smitten in the very purpose11···/˘··/˘/˘
And impulse of his unpermitted crime,10·/˘·······
Belike was some Magician, and these lines10˘/··˘/˘···
Are of the language that the Demons use.10···/˘··/˘·
Such cursed men there are upon the earth,9·········
In league and treaty with the Evil powers,9···/˘··//
The covenanted enemies of God7·/˘/˘··
And of all good, dear purchase have they made10·····/˘···
Of rule, and riches, and their life-long sway,10···/˘·····
Masters, yet slaves of Hell. Beneath the Roots10/˘········
Of Ocean, the Domdaniel caverns lie:9·/····/˘·
Their impious meeting; there they learn the words11·˘/˘/˘·····
Unutterable by man who holds his hope11˘/˘˘˘······
Of Heaven, there brood the Pestilence, and let9·/···/˘··
The Earthquake loose.4·/··
And he who would have killed me7·······
Was one of these?4····
I know not, but it may be7·······
That on the Table of Destiny, thy name10···/˘·/˘··
Is written their Destroyer, and for this10·/˘·˘/˘···
Thy life by yonder miserable man8···/˘/˘·
So sought; so saved by interfering Heaven.10······˘/˘/
Every gem,4/˘˘·
So sages say, has virtue; but the science11·/˘··/˘··/˘
Of difficult attainment, some grow pale9·/˘˘/˘···
Conscious of poison, or with sudden shade10/˘·/˘··/˘·
Of darkness, warn the wearer; same preserve10·/˘··/˘·˘/
From spells, or blunt the hostile weapon's edge.10·····/˘/˘·
Some open rocks and mountains, and lay bare10·/˘··/˘···
Their buried treasures; others make the sight10·/˘/˘/˘···
Strong to perceive the presence of all Beings11··˘/·/˘··/˘
Thro' whose pure substance the unaided eye10···/˘·˘/˘·
Passes, like empty air ... and in yon stone10/˘·/˘·····
I deem some such misterious quality.9·······/˘
In God's name, and the Prophet's! be its power10·····/˘··/
Good, let it serve the righteous: if for evil,10·····/˘··/
God and my trust in him shall hallow it.10·······/˘·
So Thalaba drew on6······
The written ring of gold.6·/˘···
Then in the hollow grave6···/˘·
They laid Abdaldar's corpse,6······
And levelled over him the desert dust.9·/˘···˘/·
The Sun arose, ascending from beneath10··˘/˘/˘···
The horizon's circling line.7·˘/˘/˘·
As Thalaba to his ablutions went,10··········
Lo! the grave open, and the corpse exposed!10···/˘···˘/
It was not that the winds of night8········
Had swept away the sands that covered it,10··˘/···/˘·
For heavy with the undried dew7·/˘····
The desert dust was dark and close around;10·/˘·······
And the night air had been so moveless calm,11···········
It had not from the grove6······
Shaken a ripe date down.6/˘····
Amazed to hear the tale6˘/····
Forth from the tent came Moath and his child.9·········
Awhile the thoughtful man surveyed the corpse10˘/·/˘·˘/··
Silent with downward eyes,6/˘·/˘·
Then turning spake to Thalaba and said,10·/˘·······
"I have heard that there are places by the abode12······/˘··˘/
"Of holy men, so holily possessed,10·/˘··/˘˘˘/
"That if a corpse be buried there, the ground10·····/˘···
"With a convulsive effort shakes it out,10··˘/˘/˘···
"Impatient of pollution. Have the feet10˘/˘·˘/˘···
"Of Prophet or Apostle blest this place?10·/˘·˘/˘···
"Ishmael, or Houd, or Saleh, or than all,10/˘···/˘···
"Mohammed, holier name? or is the man10˘/˘/˘·····
"So foul with magic and all blasphemy,9···/˘··/˘
"That Earth like Heaven rejects him? it is best10···/˘/····
"Forsake the station. Let us strike our tent.10˘/·/˘···/·
"The place is tainted ... and behold8···/˘·˘/
"The Vulture hovers yonder, and his scream10·/˘/˘/˘···
"Chides us that we still we scare him from his banquet.12··········/˘
"So let the accursed one6······
"Find fitting sepulchre."5·/˘··
Then from the pollution of death8···˘/˘··
With water they made themselves pure,8·/˘··˘/·
And Thalaba drew up6······
The fastening of the cords,6·/˘···
And Moath furled the tent,6···˘··
And from the grove of palms Oneiza led10··········
The Camels, ready to receive their load.10·/˘/˘·˘/··
The dews had ceased to steam6······
Towards the climbing Sun,6···/˘·
When from the Isle of Palms they went their way.10··········
And when the Sun had reached his southern height,10·······/˘·
As back they turned their eyes,6······
The distant Palms arose6·/˘·˘/
Like to the top-sails of some far-off fleet10··········
Distinctly seen, where else6˘/˘···
The Ocean bounds had blended with the sky.9·/··/˘···
And when the eve came on6······
The sight returning reached the grove no more.10··˘/˘·····
They planted the pole of their tent,8·/˘·····
And they laid them down to repose.8······˘/
At midnight Thalaba started up,9·/····/˘·
For he felt that the ring on his finger was moved.12········/˘··
He called on Allah aloud,7···/˘˘/
And he called on the Prophet's name.8·····/˘·
Moath arose in alarm,6·˘/·˘/
"What ails thee Thalaba?" he cried,8········
"Is the Robber of night at hand?"8··/˘····
"Dost thou not see," the youth exclaimed,8······˘/
"A Spirit in the Tent?"6·/˘···
Moath looked round and said,6··˘···
"The moon beam shines in the Tent,7·······
"I see thee stand in the light,7·······
"And thy shadow is black on the ground."9··/······
Thalaba answered not.6···/˘·
"Spirit!" he cried, "what brings thee here?7/······
"In the name of the Prophet, speak,8·····/˘·
"In the name of Allah, obey!"8····/˘˘/
He ceased, and there was silence in the Tent.10·····/˘···
"Dost thou not hear?" quoth Thalaba.8········
The listening man replied,6·/˘·˘/
"I hear the wind, that flaps6······
"The curtain of the Tent.6·/˘···
"The Ring! the Ring!" the youth exclaimed.8······˘/
"For that the Spirit of Evil comes,7···/·/·
"By that I see, by that I hear.8········
"In the name of God, I ask thee8········
"Who was he that slew my Father?"8······/˘
Master of the powerful Ring!7/˘··/˘·
Okba, the wise Magician, did the deed.10····˘/˘···
In the Domdaniel caverns7·····/˘
Under the Roots of the Ocean.7······/
We knew from the race of Hodeirah9·········
The destined destroyer would come.8·/˘˘/˘··
A fire surrounds the fated-sword,8·/˘/·/˘·
No Spirit or Magician's hand7·/·˘/˘·
Can pierce that guardian flame.6···/˘·
Distinctly Moath heard his voice, and She9˘/˘······
Who thro' the Veil of Separation, watched10······˘/˘·
All sounds in listening terror, whose suspense10···/˘/˘·˘/
Forbade the aid of prayer.6˘/····
They heard the voice of Thalaba;8········
But when the Spirit spake, the motionless air9···/··/˘·
Felt not the subtle sounds,6···/˘·
Too fine for mortal sense.6···/˘·
On a sudden the rattle of arrows was heard,12··/˘·/˘·/˘··
And the quiver was laid at the feet of the youth,12··/˘········
And in his hand they saw Hodeirah's Bow.10··········
He eyed the Bow, he twanged the string,8········
And his heart bounded to the joyous tone.10···/˘··/˘·
Anon he raised his voice, and cried8˘/······
"Go thy way, and never more,6····/·
"Evil Spirit, haunt our tent!6//·/˘·
"By the virtue of the Ring,7··/˘···
"By Mohammed's holier might,7·˘/˘/˘·
"By the holiest name of God,7··/˘···
"Thee and all the Powers of Hell7····/··
"I adjure and I command7·˘/··˘/
"Never more to trouble us!"6/··/˘·
Nor ever from that hour7·/˘··/˘
Did rebel Spirit on the Tent intrude,9·˘//···˘/
Such virtue had the Spell.6·/˘···
And peacefully the vernal years7·/˘·/˘·
Of Thalaba past on.6······
Till now without an effort he could bend10·····/˘···
Hodeirah's stubborn Bow.6···/˘·
Black were his eyes and bright,6······
The sunny hue of health6·/˘···
Glowed on his tawny cheek,6···/˘·
His lip was darkened by maturing life;10···/˘·˘/˘·
Strong were his shapely limbs, his stature tall;10···/˘··/˘·
He was a comely youth.6···/˘·
Compassion for the child6˘/˘···
Had first old Moath's kindly heart possessed,9····/˘·˘/
An orphan, wailing in the wilderness.9·/˘/˘··/˘
But when he heard his tale, his wonderous tale,11·······/˘˘·
Told by the Boy with such eye-speaking truth,10·······/˘·
Now with sudden bursts of anger,8··/˘··/˘
Now in the agony of tears,7···/˘··
And now in flashes of prophetic joy.10···/˘·˘/˘·
What had been pity became reverence,9···/˘˘//˘
And like a sacred trust from Heaven8···/˘··/
The old man cherished him.6···/˘·
Now with a father's love,6···/˘·
Child of his choice, he loved the Boy,8········
And like a father to the Boy was dear.10···/˘·····
Oneiza called him brother, and the youth,10·····/˘···
More fondly than a brother, loved the maid,10·/˘··/˘···
The loveliest of Arabian maidens she.11·····˘/˘/˘·
How happily the years6·/˘˘··
Of Thalaba went by!6······
It was the wisdom and the will of Heaven10···/˘····/
That in a lonely tent had cast8···/˘···
The lot of Thalaba.6······
There might his soul develope best8········
Its strengthening energies;7·/˘˘/˘˘
There might he from the world6······
Keep his heart pure and uncontaminate,10··········
Till at the written hour he should be found10···/˘/····
Fit servant of the Lord, without a spot.10·/˘·······
Years of his youth, how rapidly ye fled9·····/˘··
In that beloved solitude!7··˘//˘·
Is the morn fair, and does the freshening breeze10·······/˘·
Flow with cool current o'er his cheek?8···/˘···
Lo! underneath the broad-leaved sycamore10··˘/···/˘·
With lids half closed he lies,6······
Dreaming of days to come.6/˘····
His dog beside him, in mute blandishment,9··˘/···/˘
Now licks his listless hand,6···/˘·
Now lifts an anxious and expectant eye10···/˘·˘/˘·
Courting the wonted caress.7/˘·/˘˘/
Or comes the Father of the Rains8···/˘···
From his Caves in the uttermost West,9·····/˘˘·
Comes he in darkness and storms?7···/˘··
When the blast is loud,5·····
When the waters fill5··/˘·
The Travellers tread in the sands,7·/˘····
When the pouring shower6··/˘/˘
Streams adown the roof,5·˘/··
When the door-curtain hangs in heavier folds,10···/˘··/˘·
When the outstrained tent flags loosely,8······/˘
Comfort is within,5/˘···
The embers chearful glow,6·/˘···
The sound of the familiar voice,8····˘/˘·
The song that lightens toil.6···/˘·
Under the common shelter on dry sand10···/˘/˘···
The quiet Camels ruminate their food;9·//˘/˘···
From Moath falls the lengthening cord,7····/˘·
As patiently the old Man6·/˘···
Intwines the strong palm-fibers; by the hearth9·····/···
The Damsel shakes the coffee-grains,8·/˘··/˘·
That with warm fragrance fill the tent;8···/˘···
And while with dextrous fingers, Thalaba10···/˘/˘···
Shapes the green basket, haply at his feet10···/˘/˘···
Her favourite kidling gnaws the twig,9····/˘···
Forgiven plunderer, for Oneiza's sake!11˘/˘/˘˘·····
Or when the winter torrent rolls8···/˘/˘·
Down the deep-channelled rain-course, foamingly,10···/˘··/˘˘
Dark with its mountain spoils,6···/˘·
With bare feet pressing the wet sand8···/˘···
There wanders Thalaba,6·/˘···
The rushing flow, the flowing roar,7·/˘··/·
Filling his yielded faculties;7/˘·/˘/˘
A vague, a dizzy, a tumultuous joy.10···/˘··/˘·
... Or lingers it a vernal brook8·/˘··/˘·
Gleaming o'er yellow sands?6/˘·/˘·
Beneath the lofty bank reclined,8···/˘·˘/
With idle eye he views its little waves,10·/˘····/˘·
Quietly listening to the quiet flow;8/˘/˘··/·
While in the breathings of the stirring gale10···/˘··/˘·
The tall canes bend above,6······
Floating like streamers on the wind8/˘·/˘···
Their lank uplifted leaves.6··/˘˘·
Nor rich, nor poor, was Moath; God had given9········/
Enough, and blest him with a mind content.10˘/······˘/
No hoarded gold disquieted his dreams;9·/˘·˘/˘··
But ever round his station he beheld9·/··/˘·˘/
Camels that knew his voice,6/˘····
And home-birds, grouping at Oneiza's call,10···/˘·····
And goats that, morn and eve,6······
Came with full udders to the Damsel's hand.10·······/˘·
Dear child! the Tent beneath whose shade they dwelt10··········
That was her work; and she had twined8········
His girdle's many-hues;6·/˘/˘·
And he had seen his robe6······
Grow in Oneiza's loom.6······
How often with a memory-mingled joy10·/˘··/˘/˘·
That made her Mother live before his sight,10···/˘·····
He watched her nimble finders thread the woof!9···/˘/···
Or at the hand-mill when she knelt and toiled,10··········
Tost the thin cake on spreading palm,8·····/˘·
Or fixed it on the glowing oven's side10·····/˘/˘·
With bare wet arm, in safe dexterity.9······˘/˘
'Tis the cool evening hour:7···/˘/˘
The Tamarind from the dew7·/˘˘···
Sheaths its young fruit, yet green.6······
Before their Tent the mat is spread,8········
The old man's aweful voice7·······
Intones the holy Book.6˘/·/˘·
What if beneath no lamp-illumined dome,10······˘/˘·
Its marble walls bedecked with flourished truth,10·/˘·˘/·/˘·
Azure and gold adornment? sinks the Word10/˘··˘/˘···
With deeper influence from the Imam's voice,10·/˘/˘··/˘·
Where in the day of congregation, crowds10······˘/˘·
Perform the duty task?6˘/·/˘·
Their Father is their Priest,6·/˘···
The Stars of Heaven their point of prayer,8···/····
And the blue Firmament6···/˘˘
The glorious Temple, where they feel8·/˘/˘···
The present Deity.6·/˘/˘˘
Yet thro' the purple glow of eve8···/˘···
Shines dimly the white moon.6·/˘···
The slackened bow, the quiver, the long lance,10·/˘··/˘···
Rest on the pillar of the Tent.8···/˘···
Knitting light palm-leaves for her brother's brow10/˘·····/˘·
The dark-eyed damsel sits;6···/˘·
The Old Man tranquilly6···/˘˘
Up his curled pipe inhales6····˘/
The tranquillizing herb.6······
So listen they the reed of Thalaba,10·/˘·······
While his skilled fingers modulate7···/˘/˘
The low, sweet, soothing, melancholy tones,10···/˘/˘·˘·
Or if he strung the pearls of Poetry9·······/˘
Singing with agitated face8/˘·/˘·˘·
And eloquent arms, and sobs that reach the heart,10·/˘·······
A tale of love and woe;6······
Then, if the brightening Moon that lit his face10···/˘·····
In darkness favoured her's,6·/˘/˘·
Oh! even with such a look, as, fables say,10·/·····/˘·
The mother Ostrich fixes on her egg,10·/˘/˘/˘···
Till that intense affection7··˘/˘/˘
Kindle its light of life,6/˘····
Even in such deep and breathless tenderness9/····/˘/˘
Oneiza's soul is centered on the youth,10·····/˘···
So motionless with such an ardent gaze,9·/˘···/˘·
Save when from her full eyes6······
Quickly she wipes away the gushing tears10/˘··˘/·/˘·
That dim his image there.6···/˘·
She called him brother: was it sister-love10···/˘··/˘·
That made the silver rings6···/˘·
Round her smooth ankles and her twany arms,10···/˘·····
Shine daily brightened? for a brother's eye10·/˘/˘··/˘·
Were her long fingers tinged,6···/˘·
As when she trimmed the lamp,6······
And thro' the veins and delicate skin8·····/˘·
The light shone rosy? that the darkened lids10···/˘··/˘·
Gave yet a softer lustre to her eye?10···/˘/˘···
That with such pride she tricked6······
Her glossy tresses, and on holy day10·/˘/˘··/˘·
Wreathed the red flower-crown round their jetty waves?10···/···/˘·
How happily the years6·/˘˘··
Of Thalaba went by!6······
Yet was the heart of Thalaba8········
Impatient of repose;6˘/˘·˘/
Restless he pondered still6/˘·/˘·
The task for him decreed,6····˘/
The mighty and mysterious work announced.10·/˘·˘/˘·˘/
Day by day with youthful ardour8····/˘/˘
He the call of Heaven awaits,7····/˘/
And oft in visions o'er the Murderer's head10···/˘··/˘·
He lifts the avenging arm,7···˘/˘·
And oft in dreams he sees6······
The Sword that is circled with fire.8····/˘·/
One morn as was their wont, in sportive mood10·······/˘·
The youth and damsel bent Hodeirah's bow,10···/˘·····
For with no feeble hand nor erring aim10···/˘··/˘·
Oneiza could let loose the obedient shaft.11·······˘/˘·
With head back-bending, Thalaba8···/˘···
Shot up the aimless arrow high in air,10···/˘/˘···
Whose line in vain the aching sight pursued10·····/˘·˘/
Lost in the depth of heaven.7·····/˘
"When will the hour arrive," exclaimed the youth,10···/˘/˘/··
"That I shall aim these fated shafts8·····/˘·
"To vengeance long delayed?6·/˘·˘/
"Have I not strength, my father, for the deed?10·····/˘···
"Or can the will of Providence7·····/˘
"Be mutable like man?6·/˘˘··
"Shall I never be called to the task?"8··/·····
"Impatient boy!" quoth Moath, with a smile:9˘/˘······
"Impatient Thalaba!" Oneiza cried,10˘/˘·······
And she too smiled, but in her smile8········
A mild reproachful melancholy mixed.10··˘/˘/˘·˘·
Then Moath pointed where a cloud7··/˘···
Of Locusts, from the desolated fields8·/˘··/˘·
Of Syria, winged their way.6·/˘···
"Lo! how created things6··˘/˘·
"Obey the written doom!"6˘/·/˘·
Onward they came, a dark continuous cloud10/˘····˘/˘·
Of congregated myriads numberless,10·/˘·˘/˘/˘˘
The rushing of whose wings was as the sound10·/˘·······
Of a broad river, headlong in its course10···/˘/····
Plunged from a mountain summit, or the roar10···/˘/˘···
Of a wild ocean in the autumn storm,9···/··/˘·
Shattering its billows on a shore of rocks.10/˘·/˘·····
Onward they came, the winds impelled them on,10/˘····˘/··
Their work was done, their path of ruin past,9·······/·

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Southey's own notes to Thalaba the Destroyer (Project Gutenberg #39804).

  1. Stanza 15, line 1 From the Mirror of Stones I extract a few specimens of the absurd ideas once prevalent respecting precious stones. The Amethyst drives away drunkenness; for being bound on the navel, it restrains the vapour of the wine, and so disolves the ebriety. Alectoria 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 Gallinaceus, 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. Borax, Nosa, Crapondinus, 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. Corvia or Corvina, 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. Kinocetus is a stone not wholly useless--since it will cast out …
  2. Stanza 15, line 4 Giafar, the founder of the Barmecides, being obliged to fly from Persia his native country, took refuge at Damascus, 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. Marigny. 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.
  3. Stanza 15, line 6 In the country called Panten 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. 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. 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. Odoricus in Hakluyt. We are obliged to Jewellers for our best accounts of the East. In Tavernier there is a passage curiously characteristic of his profession. A European at Delhi complained to him that he had polished and set a large diamond for Aureng-zebe, 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.
  4. Stanza 19, line 9 And Elisha died, and they buried him. And the bands of the Moabites invaded the land at the coming in of the year. 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 sepulchre of Elisha: and when the man was let down, and touched the bones of Elisha, he revived and stood up on his feet. II. Kings. XIII. 20. 21. I must remind my readers that an allusion to the Old Testament is no ways improper in a Mohammedan. It happened the dead corps of a man was cast ashore at Chatham, 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 buried in the Church yard; 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. Admirable Curiosities, Rarites and Wonders in England.
  5. Stanza 19, line 15 Matthew of Westminister says the history of the Old Woman of Berkeley, will not appear incredible, if we read the dialogue of St. Gregory in which he relates how the body of a man buried in the church was thrown out by the Devils: Charles Martel 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 his grave. The Turks report, as a certain truth, that the corps of Heyradin Barbarossa was found, four or five times, out of the ground, lying by his sepulchre, 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. Morgan's History of Algiers. In supernatural affairs dogs seem to possess a sedative virtue. When peace was made, about the year 1170, between the Earls of Holland, and Flanders, "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, Bruges 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 Holland, from whence hee sent the best workmen he could find in all his countries, into Flanders, 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 f …
  6. Stanza 19, line 18 The Vulture is very serviceable in Arabia, 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 the antient Egyptians to pay those birds divine honours, and even at present it is held unlawful to kill them in all the countries which they frequent. Niebuhr.
  7. Stanza 36, line 8 The Bedouins, who, at all points, are less superstitious than the Turks, 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. Sonnini.
  8. Stanza 37, line 1 The Arabs call the West and South West winds which prevail from November to February, the fathers of the rains. Volney.
  9. Stanza 37, line 19 See Note 15. Book I. 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. Pococke.
  10. Stanza 37, line 23 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 their deserts to supply an infinity of wants that would otherwise heavily burthen a people so poor. Chenier.
  11. Stanza 38, line 9 "We passed two of those vallies so common in Arabia, which when heavy rains fall, are filled with water, and are then called wadi 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. Niebuhr. My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a brook, and as the stream of brooks they pass away. Which are blackish by reason of the ice, and wherein the snow is hid: What time they wax warm they vanish; when it is hot they are consumed out of their place. The paths of their way are turned aside; they go to nothing and perish. Job. VI. 15.
  12. Stanza 39, line 1 The simplicity, or, perhaps, more properly, the poverty, of the lower class of the Bedouins, 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. Volney. The Shaik, says Volney, with whom I resided in the country of Gaza, about the end of 1784, 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 Bedouins, 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 …
  13. Stanza 39, line 3 Thus confined to the most absolute necessaries of life, the Arabs 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, which they bury. Volney.
  14. Stanza 39, line 13 The chief manufacture among the Arabs is the making of Hykes as they call woollen blankets, and webs of goat's hair for their Tents. The Women alone are employed in this work, as Andromache and Penelope were of old; who make no use of a shuttle, but conduct every thread of the woof with their fingers. Shaw.
  15. Stanza 39, line 17 If mine heart have been deceived by a woman, or if I have laid wait at my neighbour's door. Then let my wife grind unto another. Job. XXXI. 9. 10.
  16. Stanza 39, line 20 I was much amused by observing the dexterity of the Arab women in baking their bread. 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 Europe. Jackson.
  17. Stanza 40, line 3 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. Mandelslo.
  18. Stanza 40, line 6 I have often, says Niebuhr, heard the Sheiks sing passages from the Koran, they never strain the voice by attempting to raise it too high, and this natural music pleased me very much. The airs of the Orientals 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. Niebuhr. Description.
  19. Stanza 40, line 8 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. Upon these (for I am told none are permitted to enter the pulpit) the Mufty or one of the Im-ams placeth himself every Friday, the day of the congregation, as they call it, and from thence either explaineth some part or other of the Coran, or else exhorteth the people to piety and good works. That end of these Mosques, which regards Mecca, 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 Deity. 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 Mahometan 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. Shaw. 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 resembl …
  20. Stanza 40, line 14 The Keabe is the point of direction and the centre of union for the prayers of the whole human race, as the Beith-mamour[d] is for those of all the celestial beings; the Kursy[e] for those of the four Arch angels, and the Arsch[f] for those of the cherubims and seraphims who guard the throne of the Almighty. The inhabitants of Mecca, who enjoy the happiness of contemplating the Keabe, 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 the Keabe 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. D'Ohsson. [d] Beith mamour, which means the house of prosperity and felicity, is the ancient Keabe of Mecca, which according to tradition, was taken up into heaven by the Angels at the deluge, where it was placed perpendicularly over the present sanctuary. [e] Kursy, which signifies a seat, is the 8th firmament. [f] Arsch is the throne of the Almighty, which is thought to be placed on the ninth, which is the higher of the firmaments.
  21. Stanza 41, line 4 The Bedoweens live in tents, called Hhymas, from the shade they afford the inhabitants, and Beet el Shar, Houses of hair, from the matter they are made of. They are the same with what the Antients called 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 Virgil 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 Judith, 13. 16. made the like use of the pillar of his tent, by hanging his fauchin upon it, it is there called the pillar of the bed, 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 [Greek: Konopeion], 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 the Levant, 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 Hykes, 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. Shaw.
  22. Stanza 41, line 5 In the kingdom of Imam the men of all ranks shave their heads. In some other countries of Yemen all the Arabs, even the Sheiks themselves, let their hair grow and wear neither bonnet nor Sasch, 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 Bedouins upon the frontiers of Hedsjas and of Yemen wear a bonnet of palm leaves, neatly platted. Niebuhr.
  23. Stanza 41, line 10 The music of the Bedoweens 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 Cantatas 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 Barbary, Egypt and the Levant, 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. Shaw. The Arabs have the Cussuba, 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. Morgan's Hist. of Algiers. 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. Morgan's Hist. of Algiers. How great soever may have been the reputation the Libyans once had, of being famous musicians, and of having invented the pipe or flute, called by Greek author Hippophorbos, I fancy few of them would be now much liked at our Opera. As for this tibicen, flute or pipe, it is certainly lost, except it be …
  24. Stanza 41, line 13 Persae "pulcherrima usi translatione, pro versus facere dicunt margaritas nectere; quemadmodum in illo Ferdusii versiculo "Siquidem calami acumine adamantine margaritas nexi; in scientiae mare penitus me immersi." Poeseos Asiaticae Commentarii. This is a favourite Oriental figure. "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." Bahar Danush. Again in the same work--"he began to weigh his stored pearls in the scales of delivery." 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." Sir W. Jones. Essay on the Poetry of the Eastern nations. In Mr. Carlyle's translations from the Arabic, a Poet says of his friends and himself They are a row of Pearls, and I The silken thread on which they lie. I quote from memory, and recollect not the Author's name. It is somewhat remarkable that the same metaphor is among the quaintnesses of Fuller. "Benevolence is the silken thread, that should run thro' the pearl chain of our virtues." Holy State. It seems the Arabs 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 Yemen that it is not uncommon to find them among the wandering Arabs in the country of Dsjaf. It is some few years since a Sheik of these Arabs was in prison at Sana: seeing by chance a bird upon a roof opposite to him, he recollected that the devout Mohammedans believe they perform an action agreable to God 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. Niebuhr. Desc. de L'Arabie.
  25. Stanza 41, line 16 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. Their airs, in point of character and execution, resemble nothing we have heard in Europe, except the Seguidillas of the Spaniards. They have divisions more laboured even than those of the Italians, 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. Volney. All their literature consists in reciting tales and histories, in the manner of the Arabian Nights Entertainments. 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, Once upon a time,--and continues to recite the adventures of some young Shaik and female Bedouin: 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 young filley, nor her eye-lashes blackened with kohl, nor her lips painted blue, nor her nails, tinged with the golden coloured henna, nor her breasts, resembling two pomegranates, nor her words, sweet as honey. He recounts the sufferings of the young lover, so wasted with d …
  26. Stanza 41, line 20 We read in an old Arabian Manuscript, 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. Vanslebe. Harris's Collection. This is said to emblem the perpetual attention of the Creator to the Universe.
  27. Stanza 42, line 3 "She had laid aside the rings which used to grace her ankles, lest the sound of them should expose her to calamity." Asiatic Researches. Most of the Indian women 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. Sonnerat. "In that day the Lord will take away the bravery of their tinkling ornaments about their feet, and their cauls, and their round tires like the moon." "The chains, and the bracelets and the mufflers, The bonnets, and the ornaments of the legs, &c." Isaiah. III. 18.
  28. Stanza 42, line 5 His fingers, in beauty and slenderness appearing as the Yed Bieza,[h] or the rays of the sun, being tinged with Hinna, seemed branches of transparent red coral. Bahar Danush. [h] The miraculously shining hand of Moses. She dispenses gifts with small delicate fingers, sweetly glowing at their tips, like the white and crimson worm of Dabia, or dentifrices made of Esel wood. Moallakat. Poem of Amriolkais. The Hinna, says the translator of the Bahar-Danush, is esteemed not merely ornamental, but medicinal: and I have myself often experienced in India 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. This unnatural fashion is extended to animals. Departing from the town of Anna 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. Tavernier. In Persia, "they dye the tails of those horses which are of a light colour with red or orange." Hanway. Ali the Moor, to whose capricious cruelty Mungo Park was so long exposed, "always rode upon a milk white horse, with its tail dyed red." Alfenado, a word derived from alfena the Portugueze or Moorish name of this plant, is still used in Portugal as a phrase of contempt for a fop.
  29. Stanza 42, line 8 The blackened eye-lids and the reddened fingers were Eastern customs, in use among the Greeks. They are still among the tricks of the Grecian toilette, the females of the rest of Europe have never added them to their list of ornaments.
  30. Stanza 42, line 12 The Mimosa Selam produces splendid flowers of a beautiful red colour with which the Arabians crown their heads on their days of festival. Niebuhr.
  31. Stanza 47, line 9 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 sandy deserts 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. Chenier. In 1778 the empire of Morocco 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. It has been remarked, in speaking of the climate of Morocco, 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. This was the means by which the gardens and vineyards of Rabat, 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 …
  32. Stanza 47, line 22 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 Corasson, or Bactria, that where-ever that water is carried, they follow; on which account it is carefully preserved; for where ever the locusts fall, the Armenian priests, 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. Universal History. Sir John Chardin has given us, the following passage from an antient traveller, in relation to this bird. In Cyprus 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: God, however, raised them up a means for their deliverance, which happened thus. In Persia, near the city of Cuerch 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 Turks and Persians call them Musulmans. 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, fancyi …
  33. Stanza 50, line 4 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. Norden. The Mohammedans believe some mysterious meaning is contained in the lines upon the Locust's forehead. I compared the description in the Poem with a Locust, which was caught in Leicestershire. It is remarkable that a single insect should have found his way so far inland.
  34. Stanza 55, line 3 An Arabian expression from the Moallakat. "She turns her right side, as if she were in fear of some large-headed Screamer of the night." Poem of Antara.

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