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            <title>Thalaba the Destroyer (1801)</title>
            <author>Robert Southey</author>

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                  <title>Thalaba the Destroyer</title> (<date instant="false">1801</date>) by
                     <author>Robert Southey</author>


                  <lg xml:lang="grc">
                     <l> Ποιηματων αϰρατης η ελευϑερια, ϰαι νομος εις,</l>
                     <l>το δοξαν τω ϖοιητη.</l>
                     <author>Lucian</author>, <title>Quomodo Hist. scribenda.</title>

            <div type="volume">
               <head>THE FIRST VOLUME.</head>

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<h2><a name="CONTENTS" id="CONTENTS"></a><hi rend="italic">CONTENTS</hi></h2>

<div class='center'>
<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="" width="60%">
<tr><td align='left'><a href="#PREFACE">Preface</a></td><td align='right'>vii.</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_First_Book">The first Book</a></td><td align='right'>1</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Second_Book">The second Book</a></td><td align='right'>67</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Third_Book">The third Book</a></td><td align='right'>107</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Fourth_Book">The fourth Book</a></td><td align='right'>189</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Fifth_Book">The fifth Book</a></td><td align='right'>257</td></tr>

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                  <p>In the continuation of the <bibl>Arabian Tales</bibl>, the
                        <orgName>Domdaniel</orgName> is mentioned; a Seminary for evil Magicians <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Under_Ocean">under the Roots of the
                        Sea</rs>. From this seed the present Romance has grown. Let me not be
                     supposed to prefer the metre in which it is written, abstractedly considered,
                     to the regular blank verse; the noblest measure, in my judgement, of which our
                     admirable language is capable. For the following Poem I have preferred it,
                     because it suits the varied subject; it is the <hi rend="italic">Arabesque</hi>
                     ornament of an Arabian tale.</p>

                  <p>The <bibl>dramatic sketches of <author>
                           <persName>Dr. Sayer</persName>
                     </bibl>, a volume which no lover of poetry will recollect without pleasure,
                     induced me when a young versifier, to practise in this metre. I felt that while
                     it gave the poet a wider range of expression, it satisfied the ear of the
                     reader. It were easy to make a parade of learning by enumerating the various
                     feet which it admits; it is only needful to observe that no two lines are
                     employed in <hi rend="italic">sequence</hi> which can be read into one. Two
                     six-syllable lines (it will perhaps be answered) compose an Alexandrine: the
                     truth is that the Alexandrine, when harmonious, is composed of two six-syllable

                  <p>One advantage this metre assuredly possesses; the dullest reader cannot distort
                     it into discord: he may read it with a <hi rend="italic">prose mouth</hi>, but
                     its flow and fall will still be perceptible. Verse is not enough favoured by
                     the English reader: perhaps this is owing to the obtrusiveness, the regular
                     Jews-harp <hi rend="italic">twing-twang</hi>, of what has been foolishly called
                     heroic measure. I do not wish the <hi rend="italic">improvisatorè</hi> tune,
                     but something that denotes the sense of harmony, something like the accent of
                     feeling; like the tone which every Poet necessarily gives to Poetry.</p>


               <div type="book" xml:id="Book_1">
                  <head>THE FIRST BOOK.</head>

                  <lg xml:id="B1_lg2">
                     <l rend="i4" n="3">How beautiful is <time instant="false">night</time>!</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="4">A dewy freshness fills the silent air,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="5">No mist obscures, no little cloud</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="6">Breaks the whole serene of heaven:</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="7">In full-orbed glory the majestic moon</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="8">Rolls <rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest" ref="sky">thro
                           the dark blue depths</rs>.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="9">Beneath her steady ray</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="10">The <rs type="place" ref="desert">desert circle</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="11">Like <rs type="place" ref="Ocean">the round ocean</rs>,
                        girdled with the sky.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="12">How beautiful is night!</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B1_lg3">
                     <l rend="i2" n="13">Who at <time>this untimely hour</time>
                     <l rend="i2" n="14">Wanders o'er the <rs type="place" ref="desert">desert
                     <l rend="i4" n="15">No station is in view,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="16">No palm-grove islanded amid the waste.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="17">The mother and her child,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="18">The widow and the orphan at this hour</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="19">Wander o'er the desert sands.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B1_lg4">
                     <l rend="i4" n="20">Alas! <time>the setting sun</time>
                     <l rend="i4" n="21">Saw <persName>Zeinab</persName> in her bliss,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="22">
                        <persName>Hodeirah</persName>'s wife beloved.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="23">Alas! the wife beloved,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="24">The fruitful mother late,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="25">Whom when <orgName>the daughters of
                        </orgName> named</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="26">They wished their lot like her's;</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="27">She wanders o'er <rs type="place" ref="desert">the desert
                     <l rend="i4" n="28">
                        <rs type="person" ref="Zeinab">A wretched widow now</rs>,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="29">The fruitful mother of <orgName>so fair a
                     <l rend="i4" n="30">With only one preserved,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="31">She wanders o'er the wilderness.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B1_lg5">
                     <l rend="i0" n="32">No tear relieved the burthen of her heart;</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="33">Stunned with the heavy woe she felt like one</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="34">Half-wakened from <rs type="dream">a <time>midnight</time>
                           dream of blood</rs>.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="35">But sometimes when <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">her
                     <l rend="i4" n="36">Would wet her hand with tears,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="37">And looking up to her fixed countenance,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="38">Amid his bursting sobs</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="39">Say the dear name of <hi rend="smallcap">
                           <rs type="person" ref="Zeinab">Mother</rs>
                        </hi>, then would she</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="40">Utter a feeble groan.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="41">At length collecting, <persName>Zeinab</persName> turned
                        her eyes</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="42">
                        <rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">To <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin" ref="Heaven">heaven</rs>, exclaiming, "praised be <name type="divin">the Lord</name>!</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="43">"<rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">He gave,
                              <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_1">
                                    <name type="divin">The Lord</name> gave, and the Lord taketh
                                    away; blessed be the name of the Lord.——<bibl>
                                       <hi rend="italic">
                                          <title>Job</title>.</hi> i. 21.</bibl>
                                    <rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">I have placed a <rs type="script" subtype="holy">scripture</rs> phrase in the
                                       mouth of a <orgName>Mohammedan</orgName>; but it is a saying
                                       of <persName>Job</persName>, and there can be no impropriety
                                       in making <rs type="person" ref="Zeinab">a modern Arab</rs>
                                       speak like an ancient one. Resignation is particularly
                                       inculcated by <persName>Mohammed</persName>, and of all his
                                       precepts it is that which his followers have best observed:
                                       it is even the vice of <placeName ref="the_East">the
                                          East</placeName>.</rs> It had been easy to have made
                                       <persName>Zeinab</persName> speak from the <bibl>
                                    </bibl>, if the tame language of the <bibl>
                                    </bibl> could be remembered by the few who have toiled through
                                    its dull tautology. I thought it better to express a feeling of
                                    religion in that language with which <rs type="religion" subtype="Christian">our religious ideas</rs> are
                            he takes away,</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="44">
                        <rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">"The <name type="divin">Lord our
                              God</name> is good!"</rs>
                  <lg xml:id="B1_lg6">
                     <l rend="i4" n="45">"Good is he?" cried <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">the
                     <l rend="i0" n="46">"Why are <orgName>my brethren and my sisters
                     <l rend="i4" n="47">"Why is <rs type="person" ref="Hodeirah">my father</rs>
                     <l rend="i2" n="48">"Did ever we neglect our prayers,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="49">"Or ever lift a hand unclean to <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin" ref="Heaven">heaven</rs>?</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="50">"Did ever stranger from our tent</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="51">"Unwelcomed turn away?</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="52">"<rs type="person" ref="Zeinab">Mother</rs>, he is not
                  <lg xml:id="B1_lg7">
                     <l rend="i0" n="53">Then <persName>Zeinab</persName> beat her breast in
                     <l rend="i4" n="54">"O <name type="divin">God</name> forgive my child!</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="55">"He knows not what he says!</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="56">"Thou know'st I did not teach him thoughts like these,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="57">
                        <rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">"O <persName ana="Mohammed">Prophet</persName>, pardon him!"</rs>
                  <lg xml:id="B1_lg8">
                     <l rend="i0" n="58">She had not wept till that assuaging prayer....</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="59">The fountains of her eyes were opened then,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="60">And tears relieved her heart.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="61">She raised her swimming eyes to Heaven,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="62">
                        <rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">"<name type="divin">Allah</name>, thy
                           will be done!</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="63">"Beneath the dispensation of thy wrath</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="64">"I groan, but murmur not.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="65">"<time>The Day of the Trial</time> will come,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="66">"When I shall understand how profitable</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="67">"It is to suffer now."</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B1_lg9">
                     <l rend="i0" n="68">Young <persName>Thalaba</persName> in silence heard
                     <l rend="i2" n="69">His brow in manly frowns was knit,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="70">With manly thoughts his heart was full.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="71">"Tell me who slew <rs type="person" subtype="Hodeirah">my
                           father</rs>?" cried <rs type="person" subtype="Thalaba">the boy</rs>.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="72">
                        <persName>Zeinab</persName> replied and said,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="73">"I knew not that there lived thy father's foe.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="74">
                        <rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">"The blessings of the poor for him</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="75">
                        <rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">"Went daily up to <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Heaven</rs>,</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="76">"In distant lands the traveller told his praise.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="77">"I did not think there lived</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="78">"<persName>Hodeirah</persName>'s enemy."</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B1_lg10">
                     <l rend="i2" n="79">"But I will hunt him <rs type="place" ref="Earth_planet">thro' the earth</rs>!"</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="80">Young <persName>Thalaba</persName> exclaimed.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="81">"Already I can bend <rs type="person" ref="Hodeirah">my
                           father</rs>'s bow,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="82">"Soon will my arm have strength</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="83">"To drive the arrow-feathers to his heart."</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B1_lg11">
                     <l rend="i0" n="84">
                        <persName>Zeinab</persName> replied, "O <persName>Thalaba</persName>, my
                     <l rend="i2" n="85">"Thou lookest on to distant days,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="86">"And we are in <rs type="place" ref="desert">the
                           desert</rs> far from men!"</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B1_lg12">
                     <l rend="i0" n="87">Not till that moment her afflicted heart</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="88">Had leisure for the thought.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="89">She cast her eyes around,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="90">Alas! no tents were there</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="91">Beside the bending sands;</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="92">No palm tree rose to spot the wilderness.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="93">The dark blue sky closed round</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="94">And rested
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_2">
                                 <lg xml:lang="fr">
                                       <geogFeat>La mer</geogFeat> n'est plus qu'un cercle aux yeux
                                       des Matelots,</l>
                                    <l>Ou le Ciel forme un dôme appuyé sur les flots.</l>
                                    <title>Le Nouveau Monde</title>. par <author>M. Le
                         like a dome</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="97">Upon <geogFeat>the circling waste</geogFeat>.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="98">She cast her eyes around,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="99">Famine and Thirst were there.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="100">Then <rs type="person" ref="Zeinab">the mother</rs> bowed
                        her head,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="101">And wept upon <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">her
                  <lg xml:id="B1_lg14">
                     <l rend="i3" n="102">... Sudden a cry of wonder</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="103">From <persName>Thalaba</persName> aroused her,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="104">She raised her head, and saw</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="105">Where high in air <rs type="building" subtype="palace">a
                           stately palace</rs> rose.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="106">Amid <rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">a grove
                     <l rend="i4" n="107">Stood <rs type="building" subtype="palace">the prodigious
                     <l rend="i2" n="108">
                        <geogFeat>Trees of such ancient majesty</geogFeat>
                     <l rend="i2" n="109">Towered not on <placeName>Yemen</placeName>'s happy
                     <l rend="i0" n="110">Nor crowned the stately brow of
                     <l rend="i0" n="111">Fabric so vast, so lavishly enriched,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="112">For Idol, or for Tyrant, never yet</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="113">Raised the slave race of men</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="114">In <placeName>Rome</placeName>, nor in the elder
                     <l rend="i4" n="115">Nor old <placeName>Persepolis</placeName>,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="116">Nor where the family of <placeName>Greece</placeName>
                     <l rend="i4" n="117">Hymned Eleutherian <name type="divin">Jove</name>.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="118">Here studding azure
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_3">
                              <p>The magnificent <rs type="building" subtype="temple">
                                    <placeName>Mosque Tauris</placeName>
                                 </rs> is faced with varnished bricks of various colours, <hi rend="italic">like most fine buildings in
                                 </hi>, says <bibl>
                                 </bibl>. One of its domes is covered with white flower work upon a
                                 green ground, the other has a black ground, spotted with white
                                 stars. Gilding is also common upon Oriental buildings. At
                                    <placeName>Boghar</placeName> in <placeName>Bactria</placeName>
                                 our old traveller <persName>Jenkinson</persName>
                                    <note style="double" type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="NN_a">
                                  saw <settlement>"many <rs type="building" subtype="house">houses</rs>, <rs type="building" subtype="temple">temples</rs>, and <rs type="building" subtype="monument">monuments of stone sumptuously builded and
                                 <rs type="building" subtype="temple">In <placeName>Pegu</placeName>
                                    "they consume about their <rs type="building" subtype="temple">Varely</rs> or idol houses great store of leafe-gold, for
                                    that they overlay all the tops of the houses with gold, and some
                                    of them are covered with gold from the top to the foote; in
                                    covering whereof there is great store of gold spent, for that
                                    every ten years they new overlay them with gold, from the top to
                                    the foote, so that with this vanetie they spend great aboundance
                                    of golde. For every ten years the rain doeth consume the gold
                                    from these houses."</rs>
                                    <hi rend="italic">Cæsar Frederick</hi>, in
                              <p> A waste of ornament and labour characterises all the works of
                                    <orgName>the Orientalists</orgName>. I have seen <rs type="script" subtype="ms">illuminated Persian manuscripts</rs>
                                 that must each have been the toil of many years, every page
                                 painted, not with representations of life and manners, but usually
                                 like <rs type="art" subtype="fiber">the curves and lines of a
                                    Turkey carpet</rs>, conveying no idea whatever, as absurd to the
                                 eye as nonsense-verses to the ear. The little of their literature
                                 that has reached us is equally worthless. <orgName>Our <hi rend="italic">barbarian</hi> scholars</orgName> have called <bibl>
                                    <author>Ferdusi</author> the Oriental <author>Homer</author>. We
                                    have a specimen of his poem; the translation is said to be bad,
                                    and certainly must be unfaithful, for it is in rhyme; but the
                                    vilest copy of a picture at least represents the subject and the
                                    composition. To make this <bibl>Iliad of <placeName ref="the_East">the East</placeName>
                                    </bibl>, as they have sacrilegiously stiled it, a good poem,
                                    would be realizing the <rs type="science" subtype="chem">dreams
                                       of Alchemy, and transmuting lead into gold</rs>. </bibl>
                                    <title>The Arabian Tales</title> certainly abound with genius;
                                    they have lost their metaphorical rubbish in passing through the
                                    filter of <bibl>a French translation</bibl>.</bibl>
                     <l rend="i4" n="119">
                        <rs type="building" subtype="palace">And rayed with feeble light,</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="120">
                        <rs type="building" subtype="palace">Star-like the ruby and the diamond
                     <l rend="i4" n="121">
                        <rs type="building" subtype="palace">Here on the golden towers</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="122">The yellow moon-beam lay;</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="123">
                        <rs type="building" subtype="palace">Here with white splendour floods the
                           silver wall.</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="124">
                        <rs type="building" subtype="palace">Less wonderous pile and less
                     <l rend="i0" n="125">
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_4">
                              <p>The <orgName>Arabians</orgName> call <rs type="building" subtype="palace">this palace one of the wonders of the
                                       <placeName ref="the_world">world</placeName>. It was built
                                    for <persName>Nôman-al-Aôuar</persName>, one of those Arabian
                                    Kings who reigned at <placeName>Hirah</placeName>. A single
                                    stone fastened the whole structure; the colour of the walls
                                    varied frequently in a day.</rs>
                                 <persName>Nôman</persName> richly rewarded the architect
                                    <persName>Sennamar</persName>; but recollecting afterwards that
                                 he might build palaces equal, or superior in beauty for his rival
                                 kings, ordered that he should be thrown from the highest tower of
                                 the edifice. <bibl>
                         built at <placeName>Hirah</placeName>, tho' his art</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="126">
                        <rs type="building" subtype="palace">Sealed with one stone the ample
                     <l rend="i0" n="127">
                        <rs type="building" subtype="palace">And made its colours, like the serpents
                     <l rend="i0" n="128">
                        <rs type="building" subtype="palace">Play with a changeful beauty</rs>: him,
                        its <rs type="person" ref="Nôman">Lord</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="129">Jealous lest after-effort might surpass</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="130">The now unequalled palace, from its height</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="131">Dashed on the pavement down.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B1_lg15">
                     <l rend="i0" n="132">They entered, and through aromatic paths</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="133">Wondering they went along.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="134">At length <geogFeat>upon a mossy bank</geogFeat>
                     <l rend="i2" n="135">
                        <geogFeat>Beneath a tall mimosa's shade</geogFeat>
                     <l rend="i0" n="136">That o'er him bent its living canopy,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="137">They saw <rs type="person" ref="Aswad">a man
                     <l rend="i0" n="138">Young he appeared, for on his cheek there shone</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="139">The morning glow of health,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="140">And the brown beard curled close around his chin.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="141">He slept, but at the sound</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="142">Of coming feet awakening, fixed his eyes</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="143">In wonder, on the wanderer and her child.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="144">"Forgive us," <persName>Zeinab</persName> cried,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="145">"Distress hath made us bold.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="146">"Relieve the widow and the fatherless.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="147">
                        <rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">"Blessed are they who succour the
                     <l rend="i0" n="148">
                        <rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">"For them hath <name type="divin">God</name> appointed <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Paradise</rs>."</rs>
                  <lg xml:id="B1_lg16">
                     <l rend="i2" n="149">He heard, and he looked up to <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin" ref="Heaven">heaven</rs>,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="150">And tears ran down his cheeks:</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="151">"It is a human voice!</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="152">"I thank thee, O my <name type="divin">God</name>!</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="153">"How many an age has past</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="154">"Since the sweet sounds have visited mine ear!</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="155">"I thank thee, O my <name type="divin">God</name>,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="156">"It is a human voice!"</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B1_lg17">
                     <l rend="i2" n="157">To <persName>Zeinab</persName> turning then he cried</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="158">"O mortal who art thou</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="159">"Whose gifted eyes have pierced</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="160">"The shadow of concealment that hath wrapt</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="161">"These bowers, so many an age,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="162">"From eye of mortal man?</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="163">"For countless years have past</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="164">"And never foot of man</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="165">"The <placeName ref="Irem">bowers of Irem</placeName>
                     <l rend="i0" n="166">"Save only I, a miserable wretch</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="167">"From <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Heaven</rs> and
                           <placeName ref="the_world">Earth</placeName> shut out!"</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B1_lg18">
                     <l rend="i4" n="168">Fearless, and scarce surprized,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="169">For grief in <persName>Zeinab</persName>'s soul</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="170">All other feebler feelings overpowered,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="171">She answered, "<time instant="false">Yesterday</time>
                     <l rend="i4" n="172">"I was a wife beloved,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="173">"The fruitful mother of a numerous race.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="174">"I am a widow now,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="175">"Of all my offspring this alone is left.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="176">
                        <rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">"Praise to the <name type="divin">Lord
                              our God</name>,</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="177">
                        <rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">"He gave, he takes away!"</rs>
                  <lg xml:id="B1_lg19">
                     <l rend="i0" n="178">Then said <rs type="person" ref="Aswad">the stranger</rs>,
                           <rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">"Not by Heaven unseen</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="179">
                        <rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">"Nor with unguided feet</rs>

                     <l rend="i2" n="180"> "Thy steps have reached <rs type="metaplace" subtype="barrier" ref="Irem_removed">this secret place</rs>
                     <l rend="i2" n="181"> "Nor for light purpose is the Veil, </l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="182"> "That from the <placeName>Universe</placeName> hath long
                        shut out </l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="183"> "<rs type="place" ref="Irem">These ancient bowers</rs>,
                        withdrawn. </l>

                     <l rend="i0" n="184"> "Hear thou my words, O mortal, in thy heart </l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="185"> "Treasure the wonders I shall tell; </l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="186"> "And when amid <placeName ref="the_world">the
                     <l rend="i4" n="187"> "Thou shall emerge again </l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="188"> "Repeat the warning tale. </l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="189"> "Why have <orgName>the Fathers</orgName> suffered, but to
                        make </l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="190"> "<orgName>The Children</orgName> wisely safe?" </l>
                  <lg xml:id="B1_lg20">
                     <l rend="i2" n="191">"<placeName ref="Irem">The Paradise of Irem</placeName>
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_5">
                              <p> The <orgName>tribe of Ad</orgName> were descended from
                                    <persName>Ad</persName>, the son of <persName>Aus or
                                    Uz</persName>, the son of <persName>Irem</persName>, the son of
                                    <persName>Shem</persName>, the son of <persName>Noah</persName>,
                                 who after the confusion of tongues, settled in <placeName ref="Al_Ahkaf">Al Ahkâf</placeName>, or <geogFeat>the winding
                                    sands</geogFeat>, in the <settlement>province of
                                 </settlement>, where his posterity greatly multiplied. Their first
                                 King was <persName>Shedad</persName>, the son of
                                    <persName>Ad</persName>, of whom the eastern writers deliver
                                 many fabulous things, particularly that he finished the <settlement type="city">magnificent city</settlement> his father had begun,
                                 wherein he built <rs type="building" subtype="palace">a fine
                                    palace, <rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">adorned with
                                       delicious gardens</rs>, to embellish which he spared neither
                                    cost nor labour, proposing thereby to create in his subjects <rs type="religion" subtype="autocrat">a superstitious veneration
                                       of himself as a God</rs>. This <rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">garden or paradise was called the <placeName ref="Irem">garden of Irem</placeName>
                                 </rs>, and is mentioned in the <bibl>
                                 </bibl>, and often alluded to by <orgName>the Oriental
                                    writers</orgName>. <settlement type="city">The city they tell
                                    us, is still standing in <placeName>the desarts of
                                       Aden</placeName>, <rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">being
                                       preserved by providence as a monument of divine justice,
                                       though it be invisible, unless very rarely, when <name type="divin">God</name> permits it to be seen</rs>
                                 </settlement>: a favour one <persName>Colabah</persName> pretended
                                 to have received in the reign of the <persName>Khalif
                                    Moâwiyah</persName>, who sending for him to know the truth of
                                 the matter, <persName>Colabah</persName> related his whole
                                 adventure; that is he was seeking a Camel he had lost, <settlement type="city">he found himself on a sudden at the gates of this
                                    city, and entering it, saw not one inhabitant, at which being
                                    terrified, he stayed no longer than to take with him some fine
                                    stones which he shewed the Khalif</settlement>. <bibl>
                              <p> The <orgName>descendants of Ad</orgName> in process of time
                                 falling from the worship of <name type="divin">the true God</name>
                                 into <rs type="religion" subtype="idol">idolatry</rs>, <name type="divin">God</name> sent the prophet
                                    <persName>Houd</persName> (who is generally agreed to be
                                    <persName>Heber</persName>) to <rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">preach the unity of his essence and reclaim
                                    them. <persName>Houd</persName> preached for many years to this
                                    people without effect, till <name type="divin">God</name> at
                                    last was weary of waiting for their repentance. The first
                                    punishment which he inflicted was a famine of three years
                                    continuance, during all which time <rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest" ref="sky">the heavens</rs> were closed upon
                                    them. This, with the evils which it caused, destroyed a great
                                    part of this people, who were then the richest and most powerful
                                    of all in <placeName>Arabia</placeName>.</rs>
                              <p> The <orgName>Adites</orgName> seeing themselves reduced to this
                                 extremity, and <rs type="religion" subtype="idol">receiving no
                                    succour from their false Gods</rs>, <rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">resolved to make a pilgrimage to a place in the <settlement>
                                       <placeName ref="Hejaz">province of Hegiaz</placeName>
                                    </settlement>, where at present <placeName>Mecca</placeName> is
                                    situated</rs>. There was then <geogFeat>a hillock of red
                                    sand</geogFeat> there, around which <rs type="religion" subtype="mixed">a great concourse of different people might
                                    always be seen; and all these nations, the faithful as well as
                                    the unfaithful, believed that by visiting this spot with
                                    devotion, they should obtain from <name type="divin">God</name>
                                    whatever they petitioned for, respecting the wants and
                                    necessities of life.</rs>
                                 <rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">The <orgName>Adites</orgName>
                                    having then resolved to undertake this religious journey, chose
                                    seventy men, at whose head they appointed
                                       <persName>Mortadh</persName> and <persName>Kail</persName>,
                                    the two most considerable personages of the country, to perform
                                    this duty in the name of the whole nation, and by this means <rs type="miracle">procure rain from Heaven</rs>, without which
                                    their country must be ruined.</rs> The deputees departed, and
                                 were hospitably received by <persName>Moâwiyah</persName>, who at
                                 that time reigned in the <placeName ref="Hejaz">province of
                                    Hegiaz</placeName>. They explained to him the occasion of their
                                 journey, and demanded leave to proceed and <rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">perform their devotions at the <placeName ref="Red_Hillock">Red Hillock</placeName>, that they might
                                    procure rain</rs>. </p>
                                 <persName>Mortadh</persName>, who was the wisest of this company,
                                 and who had been converted by the <persName>Prophet
                                 Houd</persName>, often remonstrated with his associates that it was
                                    <rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">useless to to take this
                                    journey for the purpose of praying at this chosen spot, unless
                                    they had previously adopted the truths which the Prophet
                                    preached, and seriously repented of their unbelief. For how,
                                    said he, can you hope that <name type="divin">God</name> will
                                    shed upon us the abundant showers of his mercy, if we refuse to
                                    hear the voice of <rs type="person" ref="Houd">him whom he hath
                                       sent to instruct us</rs>?</rs>
                                 <persName>Kail</persName> who was one of the most obstinate in
                                 error, and consequently of the <persName ref="Houd">Prophets</persName> worst enemies, hearing the discourses of
                                 his colleague, requested <persName>King Moâwiyah</persName> to
                                 detain <persName>Mortadh</persName> prisoner, whilst he and the
                                 remainder of his companions proceeded to make their prayers upon
                                 the <placeName ref="Red_Hillock">Hillock</placeName>.
                                    <persName>Moâwiyah</persName> consented, and detaining
                                    <persName>Mortadh</persName> captive, permitted the others to
                                 pursue their journey and accomplish their vow. </p>
                                 <persName>Kail</persName>, now the sole chief of <orgName>the
                                    deputation</orgName>, having arrived at the place, prayed thus,
                                    <name type="divin">Lord</name> give to <orgName>the people of
                                    Ad</orgName> such rains as it shall please thee. <rs type="miracle">And he had scarcely finished when there appeared
                                    three clouds in the sky, one white, one red, the third black. At
                                    the same time these words were heard to proceed from Heaven,
                                    chuse which of the three thou wilt.</rs>
                                 <persName>Kail</persName> chose the black, which he imagined the
                                 fullest, and most abundant in water, of which they were in extreme
                                 want. After having chosen, he immediately quitted the place and
                                 took the road to his own country, congratulating himself on the
                                 happy success of <rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">his
                                    pilgrimage</rs>. </p>
                              <p> As soon as <persName>Kail</persName> arrived in <placeName ref="Magaith">the valley of Magaith</placeName>, a part of the
                                    <settlement>territory of <orgName>the Adites</orgName>
                                 </settlement>, he informed his countrymen of the favourable answer
                                 he had received, and of the cloud which was soon to water all their
                                 lands. The <orgName>senseless people</orgName> all came out of
                                 their houses to receive it, but <rs type="miracle">this cloud,
                                    which was big with the divine vengeance produced only a wind,
                                    most cold and most violent, which the <orgName>Arabs</orgName>
                                    call <name type="elemental">Sarsar</name>; it continued to blow
                                    for <time instant="false">seven days and seven nights</time>,
                                    and exterminated <orgName>all the unbelievers of the
                                       country</orgName>, leaving only the <persName>Prophet
                                       Houd</persName> alive, and <orgName>those who had heard him
                                       and turned to the faith</orgName>.</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="192">"And that <rs type="building" subtype="palace">the palace
                     <l rend="i4" n="193">"Which <persName>Shedad</persName> built, the King.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="194">"Alas! in the days of my youth</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="195">"<rs type="cosmopolitan">The hum of <placeName ref="the_world">the populous world</placeName>
                     <l rend="i2" n="196">"Was heard in <geogFeat>yon wilderness
                     <l rend="i4" n="197">"O'er all the <geogFeat>winding sands</geogFeat>
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_6">
                                 <placeName ref="Al_Ahkaf">Al-Ahkaf</placeName> signifies the
                                    <geogFeat>Winding Sands</geogFeat>.</p>
                     <l rend="i4" n="198">"The <orgName>tents of Ad</orgName> were pitch'd;</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="199">"Happy <placeName ref="Al_Ahkaf">Al-Ahkaf</placeName>
                     <l rend="i2" n="200">"For many and brave were her sons,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="201">"Her daughters were many and fair.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B1_lg21">
                     <l rend="i4" n="202">"My name was <persName>Aswad</persName> then.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="203">"Alas! alas! how strange</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="204">"The sound so long unheard!</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="205">"Of noble race I came,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="206">
                        <rs type="wealth">"One of the wealthy of <rs type="place" ref="the_world">the earth</rs>
                           <rs type="person" ref="father_of_Aswad">my Sire</rs>,</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="207">
                        <rs type="wealth">"An hundred horses in my father's stalls</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="208">
                        <rs type="wealth">"Stood ready for his will;</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="209">
                        <rs type="wealth">"Numerous his robes of silk,</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="210">
                        <rs type="wealth">"The number of his camels was not known.</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="211">"These were my heritance,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="212">"O <name type="divin">God</name>! thy gifts were
                     <l rend="i0" n="213">"But better had it been for <persName>Aswad</persName>'s
                     <l rend="i4" n="214">"To have asked alms <rs type="place" ref="the_world">on
                     <l rend="i0" n="215">"And begged the crumbs that from his table fell,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="216">"So he had known thy word.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B1_lg22">
                     <l rend="i2" n="217">"Boy who hast reached this solitude,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="218">"<rs type="religion" subtype="mixed">Fear the <name type="divin">Lord</name> in the days of thy youth!</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="219">"My knee was never taught</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="220">"To bend before my <name type="divin">God</name>,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="221">"My voice was never taught</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="222">"<rs type="religion" subtype="mixed">To shape one holy
                     <l rend="i2" n="223">"<rs type="religion" subtype="idol">We worshipped Idols,
                           wood and stone,</rs>
                     <l rend="i2" n="224">"<rs type="religion" subtype="idol">The work of our own
                           foolish hands</rs>
                     <l rend="i2" n="225">"We worshipped in our foolishness.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="226">"Vainly the <persName ref="Houd">Prophet</persName>'s
                     <l rend="i4" n="227">"Its frequent warning raised,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="228">"<rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">
                           <hi rend="smallcap">Repent, and be forgiven!</hi>"—</rs>
                     <l rend="i2" n="229">"We mocked <rs type="person" ref="Houd">the messenger of
                     <l rend="i0" n="230">"We mocked <name type="divin">the Lord</name>,
                        long-suffering, slow to wrath.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B1_lg23">
                     <l rend="i0" n="231">"A mighty work the pride of <persName>Shedad</persName>
                     <l rend="i2" n="232">"Here in <geogFeat>the wilderness</geogFeat> to form</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="233">"<rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">A garden</rs> more
                        surpassing fair</l>

                     <l rend="i4" n="234">"Than <rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Eden">that before whose gate</rs>, </l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="235"> "The lightning of the <persName type="meta">Cherub</persName>'s fiery sword </l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="236"> "Waves wide to bar access </l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="237"> "Since <persName>Adam</persName>, the transgressor, <rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Eden">thence</rs> was driven. </l>

                     <l rend="i4" n="238">"Here too would <persName>Shedad</persName> build</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="239">
                        <rs type="building" subtype="palace">"A kingly pile sublime,</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="240">
                        <rs type="building" subtype="palace">"The palace of his pride.</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="241">"For this <rs type="earthworks" subtype="mine">exhausted
                     <l rend="i4" n="242">
                        <rs type="earthworks" subtype="mine">"Supplied their <rs type="wealth">golden store</rs>,</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="243">
                        <rs type="earthworks" subtype="mine">"For this the central caverns gave
                           their <rs type="wealth">gems</rs>;</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="244">
                        <rs type="earthworks" subtype="lumber">"For this the woodman's axe</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="245">
                        <rs type="earthworks" subtype="lumber">"Opened the cedar forest to the
                     <l rend="i4" n="246">
                        <rs type="husbandry" subtype="worm" ref="silk">"The silkworm of <placeName ref="the_East">the East</placeName>
                     <l rend="i4" n="247">
                        <rs type="husbandry" subtype="worm" ref="silk">"Spun her sepulchral
                     <l rend="i4" n="248">
                        <rs type="hunt">"<rs type="person">The <rs type="place" ref="Africa">hunter
                     <l rend="i0" n="249">
                        <rs type="hunt" ref="elephant">
                           <rs type="place" ref="Africa">"Provoked the danger of the elephant's
                     <l rend="i4" n="250">
                        <rs type="earthworks" subtype="lumber">
                           <rs type="place" ref="Ethiopia">"<rs type="person">The Ethiop</rs>, keen
                              of scent</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="251">
                        <rs type="place" ref="Ethiopia">
                           <rs type="earthworks" subtype="lumber">"Detects the ebony,</rs>
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_7">
                                 <rs type="science" subtype="botany">I have heard from <rs type="person">a certain Cyprian botanist</rs>, that <rs type="place" ref="Ethiopia">the Ebony does not produce either
                                       leaves or fruit, and that it is never seen exposed to the
                                       sun: that its roots are indeed under the earth, which
                                          <orgName>the Æthiopians</orgName> dig out, and that there
                                       are men among them skilled in finding the place of its
                                 <bibl>Pausanias, translated by Taylor.</bibl>
                     <l rend="i2" n="252">
                        <geogFeat>"That deep-inearthed, and hating light,</geogFeat>
                     <l rend="i0" n="253">
                        <geogFeat>"A leafless tree and barren of all fruit,</geogFeat>
                     <l rend="i0" n="254">
                        <geogFeat>"With darkness feeds her boughs of raven grain</geogFeat>....</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="255">"Such were the treasures lavished in <rs type="building" subtype="palace">yon pile</rs>;</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="256">"<time>Ages have past away</time>
                     <l rend="i4" n="257">"And never mortal eye</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="258">"Gazed on their vanity.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B1_lg24">
                     <l rend="i4" n="259">
                        <rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">"The garden's copious springs</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="260">
                        <rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">"Blest that delightful spot,</rs>
                     <l rend="i2" n="261">
                        <rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">"And every flower was planted
                     <l rend="i2" n="262">
                        <rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">"That makes the gale of evening
                     <l rend="i0" n="263">
                        <rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">"<rs type="person" ref="Shedad">He</rs> spake, and bade the full-grown forest rise</rs>
                     <l rend="i2" n="264">
                        <rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">"His own creation</rs>; should
                           <persName ref="Shedad">the King</persName>
                     <l rend="i4" n="265">"Wait for slow <name type="myth">Nature</name>'s work?</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="266">
                        <rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">"All trees that bend with luscious
                     <l rend="i4" n="267">
                        <rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">"Or wave with feathery boughs,</rs>
                     <l rend="i2" n="268">
                        <rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">"Or point their spiring heads to <rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest" ref="sky">heaven</rs>,</rs>
                     <l rend="i2" n="269">
                        <rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">"Or spreading wide their shadowy
                     <l rend="i0" n="270">
                        <rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">"Invite <rs type="person">the
                              traveller</rs> to repose at noon,</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="271">
                        <rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">"Hither, <rs type="imp" subtype="botany">uprooted with their native soil</rs>,</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="272">
                        <rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">
                           <rs type="imp" subtype="slave">"The labour and the pain of
                     <l rend="i2" n="273">
                        <rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">
                           <rs type="imp" subtype="botany">"Mature in beauty, bore them.</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="274">
                        <rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">"Here, frequent in the walks</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="275">
                        <rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">"The <rs type="image" subtype="human">marble statue</rs> stood</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="276">
                        <rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">"Of heroes and of chiefs.</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="277">
                        <rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">"The trees and flowers remain</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="278">
                        <rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">"By <name type="myth">Nature's</name>
                           care perpetuate and self-sown.</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="279">
                        <rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">
                           <rs type="image" subtype="human">"The <rs type="art" subtype="sculpt">marble statues</rs> long have lost all trace</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="280">
                        <rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">"Of heroes and of chiefs,</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="281">
                        <rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">
                           <rs type="art" subtype="sculpt">"Huge shapeless stones they lie</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="282">
                        <rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">
                           <rs type="art" subtype="sculpt">"O'er-grown with many a flower.</rs>
                  <lg xml:id="B1_lg25">
                     <l rend="i4" n="283">"The work of pride went on....</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="284">"Often <persName ref="Houd">the Prophet</persName>'s
                     <l rend="i4" n="285">"Denounced impending woe....</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="286">"We mocked at the words of <persName ref="Houd">the
                     <l rend="i2" n="287">"We mocked at the wrath of <name type="divin">the
                     <l rend="i0" n="288">"<rs type="devastation">A long continued drought</rs>
                        first troubled us,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="289">
                        <rs type="devastation">"<time>Three years</time> no cloud had formed,</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="290">
                        <rs type="devastation">"<time>Three years</time> no rain had fallen.</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="291">
                        <rs type="devastation">"The wholesome herb was dry,</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="292">
                        <rs type="devastation">"The corn matured not for the food of man,</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="293">
                        <rs type="devastation">"The <rs type="earthworks" subtype="well">wells and
                              fountains</rs> failed.</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="294">"<orgName ref="Adites">O hard of heart</orgName>, in whom
                        the punishment</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="295">"Awoke <rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">no sense of
                     <l rend="i0" n="296">"Headstrong to ruin, obstinately blind,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="297">
                        <rs type="religion" subtype="idol">"To Idols
                              <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_8">
                                 <p> The <orgName>Adites</orgName> worshipped four Idols, <name type="divin">Sakiah the dispenser of rain</name>, <name type="divin">Hafedah the protector of travellers</name>,
                                       <name type="divin">Razecah the giver of food</name>, and
                                       <name type="divin">Salemah the preserver in sickness</name>.
                                       <bibl>D'Herbelot. Sale.</bibl>
                            we applied for aid;</rs>
                     <l rend="i2" n="298">"<name type="divin">Sakia</name> we invoked for rain,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="299">"We called on <name type="divin">Razeka</name> for
                     <l rend="i0" n="300">"They did not hear our prayers, they could not hear!</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="301">"No cloud appeared in Heaven,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="302">"No nightly dews came down.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B1_lg26">
                     <l rend="i0" n="303">"Then to <rs type="place" ref="Mecca">the place of
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_9">
                                 <placeName>Mecca</placeName> was thus called.
                                    <persName>Mohammed</persName> destroyed the other superstitions
                                 of the <orgName>Arabs</orgName>, but <rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">he was obliged to adopt <rs type="religion" subtype="idol">their old and rooted veneration for the Well
                                       and the Black Stone</rs>, and transfer to
                                       <placeName>Mecca</placeName> the respect and reverence which
                                    he had designed for <placeName>Jerusalem</placeName>.</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="304">"Were sent to <rs type="cosmopolitan">
                           <placeName>Mecca</placeName>, where the nations came,</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="305">"Round the <placeName ref="Red_Hillock">Red
                           Hillock</placeName>, kneeling, to implore</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="306">"<name type="divin">God</name> in his favoured place,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="307">"We sent to call on <name type="divin">God</name>;</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="308">"Ah fools! unthinking that from <rs type="place" ref="the_world">all the earth</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="309">"The heart ascends to him.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="310">"We sent to call on <name type="divin">God</name>;</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="311">"Ah fools! to think <name type="divin">the Lord</name>
                     <l rend="i4" n="312">"Would hear their prayers abroad</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="313">"Who made no prayers at home!</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B1_lg27">
                     <l rend="i2" n="314">"Meantime the work of pride went on,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="315">
                        <rs type="religion" subtype="idol">"And still before our Idols, wood and
                     <l rend="i4" n="316">
                        <rs type="religion" subtype="idol">"We bowed the impious knee.</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="317">"Turn <orgName>men of Ad</orgName>, and <rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">call upon <name type="divin">the
                     <l rend="i4" n="318">"The <persName>Prophet Houd</persName> exclaimed.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="319">"Turn <orgName>men of Ad</orgName> and look to Heaven,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="320">"And fly the wrath to come.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="321">"We mocked <persName ref="Houd">the Prophet</persName>'s
                     <l rend="i4" n="322">"Now dost thou dream <rs type="person" ref="Houd">old
                     <l rend="i4" n="323">"Or art thou drunk with wine?</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="324">"Future woe and wrath to come,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="325">"Still thy prudent voice forebodes;</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="326">
                        <rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">"When it comes will we believe,</rs>
                     <l rend="i2" n="327">
                        <rs type="religion" subtype="idol">"Till it comes will we go on</rs>
                     <l rend="i2" n="328">
                        <rs type="religion" subtype="idol">"In the way our fathers went</rs>.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="329">"Now are thy words from <name type="divin">God</name>?</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="330">"Or dost thou dream, <rs type="person" ref="Houd">old
                     <l rend="i4" n="331">"Or art thou drunk with wine?"</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B1_lg28">
                     <l rend="i4" n="332">"So spake <orgName ref="Adites">the stubborn
                     <l rend="i4" n="333">"<orgName ref="Adites">The unbelieving ones</orgName>,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="334">"<rs type="person" ref="Aswad">I</rs> too of stubborn
                        unbelieving heart</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="335">"Heard him and heeded not.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="336">"It chanced <rs type="person" ref="Aswad">my father</rs>
                        went the way of man,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="337">"He perished in his sins.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="338">"The <rs type="religion" subtype="mixed">funeral
                           rites</rs> were duly paid,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="339">"<rs type="religion" subtype="idol">We bound a camel to
                              <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">his grave</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="340">
                        <rs type="religion" subtype="idol">"And left it there to die,</rs>
                     <l rend="i2" n="341">
                        <rs type="religion" subtype="idol">"So if the <rs type="miracle">resurrection</rs>
                              <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_10">
                                    <rs type="metaplace" subtype="passage" ref="to_next_world">
                                    <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">Some of the
                                             <orgName>Pagan Arabs</orgName> when they died, had
                                          their Camel tied by their <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">
                                          <rs type="earthworks" subtype="grave">sepulchre</rs>
                                       </rs>, and so left
                                          without meat or drink to perish, and accompany them to <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin" ref="the_other_world">the other world</rs>, lest they should be obliged at
                                             <rs type="miracle">the Resurrection</rs> to go on foot,
                                          which was accounted very scandalous.</rs>
                                    <persName>Ali</persName> affirmed that <rs type="miracle">the
                                       pious when they come forth from their sepulchres shall find
                                       ready prepared for them white-winged Camels with saddles of
                                       gold</rs>. Here are some footsteps of the doctrine of the
                                       <orgName>ancient Arabians</orgName>. <bibl>Sale.</bibl>
                     <l rend="i4" n="342">"Together they might rise.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="343">"I past <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">my father's grave</rs>,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="344">"I heard the <persName>Camel</persName> moan.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="345">"<rs type="person" ref="Camel">She was his favourite
                     <l rend="i0" n="346">"One that carried me in infancy,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="347">"The first that by myself <rs type="person" ref="Aswad">I</rs> learnt to mount.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="348">"Her limbs were lean with famine, and her eyes</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="349">"Looked ghastlily with want.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="350">"<rs type="person" ref="Camel">She</rs> knew me as I
                     <l rend="i4" n="351">"<rs type="person" ref="Camel">She</rs> stared
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_11">
                              <p> </p>
                                    <l>"She stared me in the face."</l>
                              <p> This line is in one of the most beautiful passages of <rs type="song" subtype="English">our old Ballads</rs>, so full of
                                 beauty. <rs type="person" ref="Southey">I</rs> have never seen <rs type="script" subtype="print">the Ballad in print</rs>, and with
                                 some trouble, have procured only an imperfect copy from memory. It
                                 is necessary to insert some of the preceding stanzas. The title is </p>
                                    <persName>Old Poulter</persName>'s <persName ref="Mare">mare</persName>.</title>
                                    <l rend="i0">At length old age came on <rs type="person" ref="Mare">her</rs>
                                    <l rend="i1">And <rs type="person" ref="Mare">she</rs> grew
                                       faint and poor,</l>
                                    <l rend="i0">Her <rs type="person" ref="Poulter">master</rs> he
                                       fell out with her</l>
                                    <l rend="i1">And turned her out of door,</l>
                                    <l rend="i0">Saying, if thou wilt not labour,</l>
                                    <l rend="i1">I prithee go thy way,—</l>
                                    <l rend="i0">And never let me see thy face</l>
                                    <l rend="i1">Until thy dying day.</l>
                                    <l rend="i0">These words <rs type="person" ref="Mare">she</rs>
                                       took unkind</l>
                                    <l rend="i1">And on her way <rs type="person" ref="Mare">she</rs> went,</l>
                                    <l rend="i0">For to fulfill her master's will</l>
                                    <l rend="i1">Always was her intent,</l>
                                    <l rend="i0">The <geogFeat>hills were very high</geogFeat>
                                    <l rend="i1">The <geogFeat>vallies very bare</geogFeat>,</l>
                                    <l rend="i0">The summer it was hot and dry,—</l>
                                    <l rend="i1">It starved <persName>Old Poulter</persName>'s
                                    <l rend="i0">
                                       <persName>Old Poulter</persName> he grew sorrowful</l>
                                    <l rend="i1">And said to his kinsman
                                    <l rend="i0">I'd have thee go and seek the
                                    <l rend="i1">O'er <geogFeat>valley</geogFeat> and o'er
                                    <l rend="i0">Go, go, go, go, says
                                    <l rend="i1">And make haste back again,</l>
                                    <l rend="i0">For until thou hast found the
                                    <l rend="i1">In grief <rs type="person" ref="Poulter">I</rs>
                                       shall remain.</l>
                                    <l rend="i0">Away went <persName>Will</persName> so
                                    <l rend="i1">And all day long <rs type="person" ref="Will">he</rs> sought:</l>
                                    <l rend="i0">Till when it grew towards the night,</l>
                                    <l rend="i1">
                                       <rs type="person" ref="Will">He</rs> in his mind
                                    <l rend="i0">
                                       <rs type="person" ref="Will">He</rs> would go home and rest
                                    <l rend="i1">And come again to-morrow,</l>
                                    <l rend="i0">For if <rs type="person" ref="Will">he</rs> could
                                       not find the <persName>Mare</persName>
                                    <l rend="i1">His heart would break with sorrow.</l>
                                    <l rend="i0">
                                       <rs type="person" ref="Will">He</rs> went a little
                                    <l rend="i1">And turned his head aside,</l>
                                    <l rend="i0">And just by <persName>goodman
                                       Whitfield</persName>'s gate</l>
                                    <l rend="i1">Oh there the <persName>Mare</persName> he
                                    <l rend="i0">
                                       <rs type="person" ref="Will">He</rs> asked her how <rs type="person" ref="Mare">she</rs> did,</l>
                                    <l rend="i1">
                                       <hi rend="italic">
                                          <rs type="person" ref="Mare">She</rs> stared <rs type="person" ref="Will">him</rs> in the face,</hi>
                                    <l rend="i0">
                                       <hi rend="italic">Then down <rs type="person" ref="Mare">she</rs> laid her head again,—</hi>
                                    <l rend="i1">
                                       <hi rend="italic">
                                          <rs type="person" ref="Mare">She</rs> was in wretched
                         me in the face,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="393">"My heart was touched, had it been human else?</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="394">"<rs type="person" ref="Aswad">I</rs> thought no eye was
                        near, and broke her bonds,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="395">"And drove <rs type="person" ref="Camel">her</rs> forth to
                        liberty and life.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="396">"The <persName>Prophet Houd</persName> beheld,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="397">"He lifted up his voice,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="398">"Blessed art thou, young man,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="399">"Blessed art thou, O <persName>Aswad</persName>, for the
                     <l rend="i2" n="400">"In the day of visitation,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="401">"In the fearful hour of judgment,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="402">"<name type="divin">God</name> will remember thee!"</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B1_lg35">
                     <l rend="i0" n="403">"The day of visitation was at hand,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="404">"The fearful hour of judgment hastened on.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="405">"Lo <rs type="building" subtype="palace">
                           <persName>Shedad</persName>'s mighty pile</rs> complete,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="406">"The <rs type="building" subtype="palace">palace</rs> of
                        his pride.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="407">
                        <rs type="building" subtype="palace">"Would ye behold its wonders, enter
                     <l rend="i2" n="408">"I have no heart to visit it!</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="409">"<time>Time hath not harmed <rs type="building" subtype="palace">the eternal monument</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="410">"<time>Time is not here, nor days, nor months, nor
                     <l rend="i0" n="411">"<time>An everlasting <hi rend="smallcap">now</hi> of
                     <l rend="i4" n="412">"Ye must have heard their fame,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="413">"Or likely ye have seen</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="414">"The mighty <rs type="place" ref="Egypt">
                           <rs type="building" subtype="monument">Pyramids</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="415">"For sure those <rs type="building" subtype="monument">mighty piles</rs> shall overlive</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="416">"<time>The feeble generations of mankind</time>.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="417">"What tho' unmoved they bore
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_12">
                              <p> Concerning the <placeName ref="Pyramids">
                                 <rs type="building" subtype="monument">Pyramids</rs>
                              </placeName>, "I shall put
                                 down, says Greaves, that which is confessed by <orgName>the Arabian
                                    writers</orgName> to be the most probable relation, as is
                                 reported by <bibl>
                                    <author>Ibn Abd Alhokm</author>
                                 </bibl>, whose words out of the Arabick are these. "the greatest
                                 part of chronologers agree, that he which built the <rs type="building" subtype="monument">Pyramids</rs>, was,
                                    <persName>Saurid Ibn Salhouk, King of
                                 </persName>, who lived <time>three hundred years before the
                                    flood</time>. The occasion of this was, because <rs type="dream">he saw in his sleep, that <rs type="devastation">
                                       <placeName ref="Earth_planet">the whole earth</placeName> was
                                       turned over with the inhabitants of it, the men lying upon
                                       their faces, and the stars falling down and striking one
                                       another, with a terrible noise</rs>; and being troubled, he
                                    concealed it. After this he saw <rs type="devastation">
                                    <rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest" ref="stars">the fixed
                                          stars</rs> falling to <placeName ref="Earth_planet">the
                                          earth</placeName>, in the similitude of white fowl, and
                                       they snatched up men, carrying them <geogFeat>between two
                                          great mountains; and these mountains closed upon them, and
                                          the shining stars were made dark</geogFeat>.</rs>
                                 </rs> Awaking with great fear, he assembles <orgName>the chief
                                    priests of all the provinces of <placeName>Egypt</placeName>, an
                                    hundred and thirty priests</orgName>, the chief of them was
                                 called <persName>Aclimum</persName>. Relating the whole matter to
                                 them, <rs type="science" subtype="astro">they took the altitude of
                                    the stars, and making their prognostication, foretold of a
                                    deluge</rs>. <persName ref="Saurid">The King</persName> said,
                                 will it come to <rs type="place" ref="Egypt">our country</rs>? they
                                 answered, yea, and will destroy it. And there remained <time>a
                                    certain number of years for to come</time>, and he commanded in
                                 the mean space to build the <rs type="building" subtype="monument">Pyramids</rs>, and <rs type="earthworks" subtype="irrig">a
                                    vault to be made, into which <placeName ref="Nile_River">the
                                       river Nilus</placeName> entering should run into <rs type="place" ref="the_West">the countries of the west</rs>,
                                    and into <placeName>the land Al-Said</placeName>
                                 </rs>. And he filled them with <rs type="script" subtype="eng">
                                    <hi rend="italic">telesmes</hi>
                                    <note style="double" type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="NN_b">
                                       <rs type="script" subtype="eng">That which <orgName>the
                                             Arabians</orgName> commonly mean by <hi rend="italic">telesmes</hi>, are certain <hi rend="italic">sigilla</hi> or <hi rend="italic">amuleta</hi>, made
                                          under such and such an aspect, or configuration of the
                                          stars and planets, with several characters accordingly
                                  and with strange things, and with <rs type="wealth">riches
                                    and treasures</rs> and the like. <rs type="script" subtype="eng">He engraved in them all things that were told him by wise men,
                                    as also all profound sciences, the names of <hi rend="italic">alakakirs</hi>,
                                       <note style="double" type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="NN_c">
                                          <hi rend="italic">Alakakir</hi>, amongst other
                                          significations, is the name of a precious stone; and
                                          therefore in <placeName>Abulfeda</placeName> it is joined
                                          with <hi rend="italic">yacut</hi>, a ruby. I imagine it
                                          here to signify some magical spell, which it may be was
                                          engraven on this stone.</note>
                                     the uses and hurts of them; the <rs type="science" subtype="astro">science of astrology</rs> and of <rs type="science" subtype="math">arithmetick, and of
                                       geometry</rs>, and of <rs type="science" subtype="phys">physick</rs>. All this may be interpreted by him that knows
                                    their characters and language.</rs> After he had given order for
                                    <rs type="building" subtype="monument">this building, they cut
                                    out vast columns and wonderful stones. They fetch massy stones
                                    from the <orgName>Æthopians</orgName>, and made with these the
                                    foundation of the three Pyramids, fastening them together with
                                    lead and iron. They built the gates of them forty cubits under
                                    ground, and they made the height of the Pyramids one hundred
                                    royal cubits, which are fifty of ours in these times; he also
                                    made each side of them an hundred royal cubits. The beginning of
                                    this building was in a fortunate horoscope. After that he had
                                    finished it, he covered it with coloured satten from the top to
                                    the bottom; and he appointed a solemn festival, at which were
                                    present all the inhabitants of his kingdom. Then he built in the
                                    western Pyramid thirty treasures, filled with store of riches,
                                    and utensils, and with signatures made of precious stones, and
                                    with instruments of iron, and vessels of earth, and with arms
                                    that rust not, and with glass which might be bended and yet not
                                    broken, and with several kind of alakakirs, single and double,
                                    and with deadly poisons, and with other things besides. He made
                                    also in the east Pyramid <rs type="science" subtype="astro">divers celestial spheres and stars, and what they severally
                                       operate in their aspects</rs>, and the perfumes which are to
                                    be used to them, and <rs type="script" subtype="book">the
                                       books</rs> which treat of these matters. He also put in the
                                    coloured Pyramid <rs type="script" subtype="holy">the
                                       commentaries of the Priests</rs>, in chests of black marble,
                                    and <rs type="script" subtype="book">with every Priest a book,
                                       in which were the wonders of his profession, and of his
                                       actions, and of his nature, and what was done in his time,
                                       and what is, and what shall be, from the beginning of time to
                                       the end of it</rs>. He placed in every Pyramid a treasurer.
                                       <rs type="image" subtype="human">The treasurer of the
                                       westerly Pyramid was a statue of marble stone, standing
                                       upright with a lance, and upon his head a serpent wreathed.
                                       He that came near it, and stood still, the serpent bit him of
                                       one side, and wreathing round about his throat and killing
                                       him, returned to his place.</rs>
                                    <rs type="image" subtype="human">He made the treasurer of the
                                       east Pyramid, an idol of black agate, his eyes open and
                                       shining, sitting upon a throne with a lance; when any looked
                                       upon him, he heard of one side of him a voice, which took
                                       away his sense, so that he fell prostrate upon his face, and
                                       ceased not till he died.</rs>
                                    <rs type="image" subtype="human">He made the treasurer of the
                                       coloured Pyramid a statue of stone, called <hi rend="italic">Albut</hi>, sitting: he which looked towards it was drawn
                                       by the statue, till he stuck to it, and could not be
                                       separated from it, till such time as he died.</rs>
                                    <rs type="script" subtype="book">The <orgName>Coptites</orgName>
                                       write in their books, that there is <rs type="script" subtype="eng">an inscription engraven upon them, the
                                          exposition of which in Arabick is this, <rs type="person" ref="Saurid">
                                             <hi rend="italic">I</hi>
                                             <hi rend="smallcap">King Saurid</hi>
                                          </persName> built the Pyramids in such and such a time,
                                          and finished them in six years: he that comes after me,
                                          and says that he is equal to me, let him destroy them in
                                          six hundred years; and yet it is known, that it is easier
                                          to pluck down, than to build up: I also covered them, when
                                          I had finished them, with satten; and let him cover them
                                          with mats.</rs>
                                    </rs> After that <persName>
                                       <hi rend="smallcap">Almamon</hi> the Calif</persName> entered
                                       <placeName ref="Egypt">Ægypt</placeName>, and saw the
                                    Pyramids. He desired to know what was within, and therefore
                                    would have them opened. They told him it could not possibly be
                                    done. He replied <rs type="person" ref="Almamon">I</rs> will
                                    have it certainly done. And that hole was opened for him, which
                                    stands open to this day, with fire and vinegar. <rs type="machine">Two smiths prepared and sharpened the iron and
                                       engines, which they forced in, and there was a great expence
                                       in the opening of it.</rs> The thickness of the wall was
                                    found to be twenty cubits; and when they came to the end of the
                                    wall, behind the place they had digged, there was <rs type="wealth">an ewer of green emerald; in it were a thousand
                                       dinars very weighty, every dinar was an ounce of our
                                       ounces</rs>: they wondered at it, but knew not the meaning of
                                    it. Then <persName>
                                       <hi rend="smallcap">Almamon</hi>
                                    </persName> said, cast up the account, how much hath been spent
                                    in making the entrance; they cast it up, and lo it was the same
                                    sum which they found, it neither exceeded nor was defective.
                                    Within they found a square well, in the square of it there were
                                    doors, every door opened into a house (or vault) in which there
                                    were dead bodies wrapped up in linen. They found towards the top
                                    of the Pyramid, a chamber, in which there was an hollow stone:
                                    in it was <rs type="image" subtype="human">
                                       <rs type="art" subtype="sculpt">a statue of stone like a man,
                                          and within it a man</rs>
                                    </rs>, upon whom was <rs type="wealth">
                                       <rs type="art" subtype="gem">a breast-plate of gold set with
                                          jewels</rs>; upon his breast was a sword of invaluable
                                       price, and at his head a <rs type="art" subtype="gem">
                                          <rs type="script" subtype="eng">carbuncle of the bigness
                                             of an egg, shining like the light of the day; and upon
                                             him were characters written with a pen, no man knows
                                             what they signify</rs>
                                    </rs>. After <hi rend="smallcap">Almamon</hi> had opened it, men
                                    entered into it for many years, and descended by the slippery
                                    passage which is in it; and some of them came out safe, and
                                    others died."</rs>
                         the deluge weight,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="418">
                        <rs type="devastation">"<rs type="building" subtype="monument">
                              <time>Survivors of the ruined <placeName ref="the_world">world</placeName>
                     <l rend="i0" n="419">"What tho' <rs type="person" ref="Saurid">their
                           founder</rs> filled with miracles</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="420">"And wealth miraculous their ample vaults?</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="421">"Compared with <rs type="building" subtype="palace">yonder
                           fabric</rs>, and they shrink</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="422">"The baby wonders of a woman's work!</l>

                     <l rend="i0" n="423">
                        <rs type="building" subtype="palace">"Her <rs type="art" subtype="gem">emerald columns</rs> o'er the marble courts</rs>

                     <l rend="i0" n="424">
                        <rs type="building" subtype="palace">" <rs type="art" subtype="gem">Fling
                              their green rays</rs>
                        </rs>, as when amid a shower</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="425">"The sun shines loveliest on the vernal corn.</l>

                     <l rend="i0" n="426">"Here <persName>Shedad</persName> bade <rs type="building" subtype="palace">
                           <rs type="art" subtype="gem">the sapphire floor</rs>
                        </rs> be laid,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="427">"As tho' with feet divine</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="428">"To trample azure light,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="429">"Like <rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest" ref="sky">the
                           blue pavement of the firmament</rs> .</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="430">"Here self-suspended hangs in air,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="431">"As its pure substance loathed material touch,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="432">"The living
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_13">
                              <p> The <rs type="wealth">Carbuncle</rs> is to be found in most of<rs type="metaplace" subtype="under">
                                 <rs type="building" subtype="palace">the subterranean palaces of Romance</rs>
                                 </rs>. I have no where seen so circumstantial an account of its
                                 wonderful properties as in <bibl>a passage of Thuanus, quoted by
                                       <author>Setphanius</author> in his notes to <title>Saxo
                                 </bibl>. </p>
                              <p> "Whilst the King was at <placeName>Bologna</placeName> a stone
                                 wonderful in its species and nature was brought to him from the
                                    <placeName ref="East_Indies">East Indies</placeName>, by <rs type="person">a man unknown, who appeared by his manners to be a
                                    Barbarian</rs>. It sparkled as tho' all burning with an
                                 incredible splendour, flashing radiance, and shooting on every side
                                 its beams, it filled the surrounding air to a great distance with a
                                 light scarcely by any eyes endurable. In this also it was
                                 wonderful, that being most impatient of <placeName ref="Earth_planet">the earth</placeName>, if it was confined, it
                                 would force its way and immediately fly <rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest" ref="sky">aloft</rs>; neither could it be
                                 contained by any art of man in a narrow place, but appeared only to
                                 love those of ample extent. It was of the utmost purity stained by
                                 no soil nor spot. Certain shape it had none, for its figure was
                                 inconstant and momentarily changing, and tho' at a distance it was
                                 beautiful to the eye, it would not suffer itself to be handled with
                                 impunity, but hurt those who obstinately struggled with it, as many
                                 persons before many spectators experienced. If by chance any part
                                 of it was broken off, for it was not very hard, it become nothing
                                 less. <bibl>Thuanus. Lib. 8.</bibl>
                              <p> In the <bibl>Mirror of Stones</bibl>, <rs type="myth">Carbuncles
                                    are said to be male and female. The females throw out their
                                    brightness: the stars appear burning within the males</rs>. </p>
                                 <rs type="myth">Like many other jewels the Carbuncle was supposed
                                    to be an animal substance, formed in the serpent. The serpent's
                                    ingenious method of preserving it from the song of the charmer
                                    is related in an after note</rs>. <bibl>Book 9</bibl>.</p>
                     <l rend="i4" n="433">
                        <rs type="building" subtype="palace">
                           <rs type="image" subtype="nature">"Sun of the lofty dome</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="434">
                        <rs type="building" subtype="palace">
                           <rs type="image" subtype="nature">"Darkness has no dominion o'er its
                     <l rend="i0" n="435">
                        <rs type="building" subtype="palace">
                           <rs type="image" subtype="nature">"Intense it glows, an ever-flowing
                     <l rend="i0" n="436">
                        <rs type="image" subtype="nature">"Of glory, like the day-flood in its
                     <l rend="i0" n="437">
                        <rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">"Impious!</rs>
                        <rs type="image" subtype="nature">the Trees of vegetable gold</rs>,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="438">"Such as in <rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Eden">Eden's groves</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="439">"Yet innocent it
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_14">
                                 <rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Eden">
                                    <persName>Adam</persName>, says <rs type="person" subtype="author">a Moorish Author</rs>, after having eaten
                                    the forbidden fruit, sought to hide himself under the shade of
                                    the trees that form the bowers of <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin" ref="Eden">Paradise</rs>: <name type="myth">the Gold and Silver trees</name> refused their shade to the
                                    father of the human race.<name type="divin">God</name>asked them
                                    why they did so: because, replied the trees, Adam has
                                    transgressed against your commandment. Ye have done well,
                                    answered <name type="divin">the Creator</name>; and that your
                                    fidelity may be rewarded, 'tis my decree that men shall
                                    hereafter become your slaves, and that in search of you they
                                    shall <rs type="earthworks" subtype="mine">dig into the very
                                       bowels of the earth</rs>.</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="440">"<rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">Impious!</rs> he made
                        his boast, tho' <name type="divin">heaven</name> had hidden</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="441">"So deep <rs type="earthworks" subtype="mine">the baneful
                     <l rend="i2" n="442">
                        <rs type="art" subtype="gem">"That they should branch and bud for him,</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="443">
                        <rs type="art" subtype="gem">"That art should force their blossoms and their
                     <l rend="i4" n="444">"And re-create for him,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="445">"Whate'er was lost in <rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Eden">Paradise</rs>.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="446">"Therefore at <persName>Shedad</persName>'s voice</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="447">
                        <rs type="image" subtype="nature">"Here towered the palm, a silver
                     <l rend="i0" n="448">"The fine gold net-work
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_15">
                              <p> A great number of stringy fibres seem to stretch out from the
                                 boughs of the Palm, on each side, which cross one another in such a
                                 manner, that they take out from between the boughs, a sort of bark
                                 like close net-work, and this they spin out with the hand, and with
                                 it make cords of all sizes, which are mostly used in
                                    <placeName>Egypt</placeName>. They also make of it a sort of
                                 brush for cloaths. <bibl>
                         growing out</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="449">"Loose from its rugged boughs.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="450">"<rs type="image" subtype="nature">Tall as the Cedar of
                           the mountain, here</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="451">"<rs type="image" subtype="nature">Rose the gold branches,
                           hung with emerald leaves,</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="452">
                        <rs type="image" subtype="nature">"Blossomed with pearls, and rich with ruby

                     <l rend="i0" n="453">"O <placeName>Ad</placeName>! my country! evil was the
                     <l rend="i4" n="454">"That thy unhappy sons</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="455">"Crouched at <rs type="building" subtype="palace">this
                              <persName>Nimrod</persName>'s throne</rs>,
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_16">
                                 <persName>Shedad</persName> was the first King of the
                                    <orgName>Adites</orgName>. I have ornamented his <rs type="building" subtype="palace">palace</rs> less profusely than
                                    <bibl>the oriental writers who describe it</bibl>. In the notes
                                 to the <bibl>
                                    <hi rend="italic">Bahar-Danush</hi>
                                 </bibl> is the following account of its magnificence from the <bibl>
                                    <hi rend="italic">Tofet al Mujalis</hi>
                                 </bibl>. </p>
                                 <rs type="building" subtype="palace">
                                    <geogFeat>A pleasant and elevated spot</geogFeat> being fixed
                                    upon, <persName ref="Shedad">Shuddaud</persName> dispatched
                                       <orgName>an hundred chiefs</orgName> to collect
                                       <orgName>skilful artists and workmen from all
                                       countries</orgName>. He also commanded the <orgName>monarchs
                                       of <placeName>Syria</placeName> and
                                    </orgName> to send him all their <rs type="wealth">jewels and
                                       precious stones. Forty camel loads of gold, silver, and
                                       jewels</rs>, were daily used in the building, which contained
                                    a thousand spacious quadrangles of many thousand rooms. <rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">In the areas were <rs type="image" subtype="nature">artificial trees of gold and
                                          silver, whose leaves were emeralds, and fruit clusters of
                                          pearls and jewels</rs>. The ground was strewed with
                                       ambergris, musk, and saffron. Between every two of the
                                       artificial trees was planted one of delicious fruit.</rs>
                                    This romantic abode took up <time>five hundred years</time> in
                                    the completion.</rs> When finished, <persName ref="Shedad">Shuddaud</persName> marched to view it; and, when arrived near,
                                 divided <orgName>two hundred thousand youthful slaves</orgName>,
                                 whom he had brought with him from <placeName>Damascus</placeName>,
                                 into four detachments, which were stationed in cantonments prepared
                                 for their reception on each side of the <rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">garden</rs>, towards which he proceeded with
                                 his favourite courtiers. Suddenly was heard in the air a voice like
                                 thunder, and <persName ref="Shedad">Shuddaud</persName> looking up,
                                 beheld a personage of majestic figure and stern aspect, who said,
                                 "I am the <persName type="meta">Angel of Death</persName>,
                                 commissioned to seize thy impure soul." </p>
                                 <persName ref="Shedad">Shuddaud</persName> exclaimed, "give me
                                 leisure to enter the <rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">garden</rs>," and was descending from his horse, when the
                                 seizer of life snatched away his impure spirit, and he fell dead
                                 upon the ground. At the same time lightnings flashed and destroyed
                                    <orgName>the whole army of <rs type="person" ref="Shedad">the
                                 </orgName>; and <rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Irem_removed">
                                    <placeName ref="Irem">the rose garden of Irim</placeName> became
                                    concealed from the sight of man.</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="456">"And placed <rs type="person" ref="Shedad">him</rs> on the
                        pedestal of power,</l>

                     <l rend="i0" n="457"> "And laid their liberties beneath his feet, </l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="458"> "Robbing their children of the heritance </l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="459"> "Their fathers handed down. </l>

                     <l rend="i2" n="460">"What was to <rs type="person" ref="Shedad">him</rs>
                        <rs type="wealth">the squandered wealth</rs>?</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="461">"What was to <rs type="person" ref="Shedad">him</rs> the
                        burthen of the land,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="462">"The lavished misery?</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="463">"<rs type="person" ref="Shedad">He</rs> did but speak his

                     <l rend="i0" n="464">"And like <name type="elemental">the blasting Siroc of
                              <placeName ref="the_East">the East</placeName>
                        </name> ,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="465"> "The ruin of the royal voice </l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="466"> "Found its way every-where. </l>

                     <l rend="i2" n="467">"<rs type="person" ref="Aswad">I</rs> marvel not that he,
                        whose power</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="468">"No earthly law, no human feeling curbed,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="469">"Mocked at <name type="divin">the living God</name>!</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B1_lg36">
                     <l rend="i2" n="470">"And now <persName ref="Shedad">the King</persName>'s
                        command went forth</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="471">"Among the people, bidding old and young,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="472">"Husband and wife, the master and the slave,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="473">"<orgName>All the collected multitudes of
                     <l rend="i0" n="474">"Here to repair, and hold high festival,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="475">"That he might see his people, they behold</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="476">"Their King's magnificence and power.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="477">"The day of festival arrived,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="478">"Hither they came, the old man and the boy,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="479">"Husband and wife, the master and the slave,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="480">"Hither they came. From yonder high tower top,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="481">"The loftiest of the Palace, <persName>Shedad</persName>
                     <l rend="i0" n="482">"Down on <orgName>his tribe</orgName>: their tents on
                        yonder sands</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="483">"Rose like <geogFeat>the countless billows of the
                     <l rend="i0" n="484">"Their tread and voices like <placeName ref="Ocean">the
                           ocean</placeName> roar,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="485">"One deep confusion of tumultuous sounds.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="486">"They saw their <rs type="person" ref="Shedad">King</rs>'s
                        magnificence; beheld</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="487">"<rs type="building" subtype="palace">His Palace sparkling
                           like the Angel domes </rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="488">"<rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin" ref="Paradise">Of
                           Paradise</rs>; <rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">his garden</rs>
                        like <rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Eden">the bowers</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="489">"<rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Eden">Of early
                           Eden</rs>, and they shouted out</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="490">"Great is the <persName ref="Shedad">King</persName>, <rs type="religion" subtype="idol">a<name type="divin">God</name>upon
                              <placeName ref="the_world">the earth</placeName>
                  <lg xml:id="B1_lg37">
                     <l rend="i2" n="491">"Intoxicate with joy and pride</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="492">"<rs type="person" ref="Shedad">He</rs> heard <rs type="religion" subtype="idol">their blasphemies</rs>,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="493">"And in his wantonness of heart he bade</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="494">"The <persName>Prophet Houd</persName> be brought,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="495">"And o'er <rs type="building" subtype="palace">the marble
                     <l rend="i4" n="496">"And o'er <rs type="building" subtype="palace">the
                           gorgeous rooms</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="497">"<rs type="building" subtype="palace">Glittering with <rs type="wealth">gems and gold</rs>,</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="498">"He led <rs type="person" ref="Houd">the Man of
                     <l rend="i2" n="499">"Is not this <rs type="building" subtype="palace">a
                           stately pile</rs>?"</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="500">"Cried <persName ref="Shedad">the Monarch</persName> in
                        his joy.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="501">"Hath ever eye beheld,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="502">"Hath ever thought conceived,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="503">"Place more magnificent?</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="504">"<persName>Houd</persName>, they saw that Heaven
                     <l rend="i2" n="505">"To thy lips the words of wisdom!</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="506">"<rs type="wealth">Look at the riches round</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="507">"<rs type="wealth">And value them aright</rs>,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="508">"If so thy wisdom can."</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B1_lg38">
                     <l rend="i4" n="509">"<persName ref="Houd">The Prophet</persName> heard his
                     <l rend="i2" n="510">"And answered with an aweful smile,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="511">
                        <rs type="building" subtype="palace">"Costly thy palace</rs>
                        <persName ref="Shedad">King</persName>!</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="512">"But only in the hour
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_17">
                                 </bibl> relates that <rs type="building" subtype="palace">a great
                                    Monarch, whom he does not name, having erected a superb Palace,
                                    wished to show it to every man of talents and taste in the city;
                                    he therefore invited them to a banquet, and after the repast was
                                    finished asked them if they knew any building more magnificent
                                    and more perfect, in the architecture, in the ornaments and in
                                    the furniture.</rs> All the guests contented themselves with
                                 expressing their admiration, and lavishing praise, except one, who
                                 led a retired and austere life, and was one of those persons whom
                                    <orgName>the Arabians</orgName> call <persName>Zahed</persName>. </p>
                              <p> This man spoke very freely to the Prince and said to him, <rs type="building" subtype="palace">I find a great defect in this
                                    building, it is, that the foundation is not good, nor the walls
                                    sufficiently strong, so that <persName type="meta">Azrael</persName> can enter on every side, and the <name type="elemental">Sarsar</name> can easily pass thro'. And
                                    when they showed him the walls of the Palace ornamented with
                                    azure and gold, of which the marvellous workmanship surpassed in
                                    costliness the richness of the materials, he replied, there is
                                    still a great inconvenience here! it is that we can never
                                    estimate these works well, till we are laid backwards.</rs>
                                 Signifying by these words that we never understand these things
                                 rightly, till we are upon our death-bed, when we discover their
                                 vanity. <bibl>
                         of death</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="513">"Man learns to value things like these aright.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B1_lg39">
                     <l rend="i4" n="514">"Hast thou a fault to find</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="515">"In all thine eyes have seen?</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="516">"Again the <persName ref="Shedad">King</persName>
                     <l rend="i4" n="517">"Yes!" said <rs type="person" ref="Houd">the man of
                     <l rend="i0" n="518">"The walls are weak, the building ill secured.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="519">"<persName type="meta">Azrael</persName> can enter in!</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="520">"The <name type="elemental">Sarsar</name> can pierce
                     <l rend="i4" n="521">"<name type="elemental" ref="Sarsar">The Icy Wind of
                  <lg xml:id="B1_lg40">
                     <l rend="i0" n="522">"I was beside the <persName ref="Shedad">Monarch</persName> when he spake....</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="523">"Gentle the <persName ref="Houd">Prophet</persName>
                     <l rend="i4" n="524">"But in his eye there dwelt</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="525">"A sorrow that disturbed me while I gazed,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="526">"The countenance of <persName>Shedad</persName> fell,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="527">"And anger sate upon his paler lips.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="528">"He to the high tower top the <persName ref="Houd">Prophet</persName> led,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="529">"And pointed to <orgName ref="Adites">the
                     <l rend="i2" n="530">"And as again they shouted out</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="531">"Great is <persName ref="Shedad">the King</persName>! <rs type="religion" subtype="idol">a<name type="divin">God</name>
                           <placeName ref="the_world">upon the Earth</placeName>!</rs>"</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="532">"Turned with a threatful smile to
                     <l rend="i0" n="533">"Say they aright, O <persName ref="Houd">Prophet</persName>? is the <persName ref="Shedad">King</persName>
                     <l rend="i0" n="534">"Great upon <placeName ref="the_world">earth</placeName>,
                           <rs type="religion" subtype="idol">a<name type="divin">God</name>among
                     <l rend="i4" n="535">"The <persName ref="Houd">Prophet</persName> answered
                     <l rend="i0" n="536">"His eye rolled round <orgName ref="Adites">the infinite
                     <l rend="i4" n="537">"And into tears <rs type="person" ref="Houd">he</rs>
                  <lg xml:id="B1_lg41">
                     <l rend="i4" n="538">"Sudden an uproar rose,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="539">"A cry of joy below,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="540">"The <persName ref="Kail">Messenger</persName> is
                     <l rend="i4" n="541">"<persName>Kail</persName> from
                           <placeName>Mecca</placeName> comes,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="542">"He brings the boon obtained!"</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B1_lg42">
                     <l rend="i0" n="543">"Forth as we went we saw where overhead</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="544">"There hung a deep black cloud,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="545">"On which the multitude</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="546">"With joyful eyes looked up</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="547">"And blest the coming rain.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="548">"The <persName ref="Kail">Messenger</persName> addrest the
                           <persName ref="Shedad">King</persName>
                     <l rend="i4" n="549">"And told his tale of joy.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B1_lg43">
                     <l rend="i4" n="550">"To <placeName>Mecca</placeName> I repaired,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="551">"By the <placeName ref="Red_Hillock">Red
                           Hillock</placeName> knelt</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="552">"And called on<name type="divin">God</name>for rain.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="553">"My prayer ascended and was heard;</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="554">"Three clouds appeared in <rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest" ref="sky">heaven</rs>.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="555">"One white, and like the flying cloud of noon,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="556">"One red as it had drunk the evening beams,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="557">"One black and heavy with its load of rain.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="558">"A voice went forth from <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin" ref="Heaven">heaven</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="559">"Chuse <persName>Kail</persName> of the three!"</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="560">"I thanked <name type="divin">the gracious
                     <l rend="i0" n="561">"And chose the black cloud, heavy with its wealth."</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="562">"Right! right! a thousand tongues exclaimed,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="563">"And all was merriment and joy.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B1_lg44">
                     <l rend="i0" n="564">"Then stood the <persName ref="Houd">Prophet</persName> up
                        and cried aloud,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="565">"Woe, woe, to <placeName>Irem</placeName>! woe to
                     <l rend="i0" n="566">"<name type="myth">
                           <hi rend="smallcap">Death</hi>
                        </name> is gone up into her palaces!</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="567">"Woe! woe! a day of guilt and punishment,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="568">"A day of desolation!"</l>
                     <l rend="i8" n="569">"As he spake</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="570">"His large eye rolled in horror, and so deep</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="571">"His tone, it seemed some Spirit from within</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="572">"Breathed thro' his moveless lips
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_18">
                              <p> </p>
                                 <lg xml:lang="es">
                                    <l rend="i0">Las horrendas palabras parecian</l>
                                    <l rend="i0">salir por una trompa resontane,</l>
                                    <l rend="i0">y que los yertos labios no movian.</l>
                                    <author>Lupercio Leonardo</author>.</bibl>
                         the unearthly voice.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="576">"All looks were turned to him. "O
                           <placeName>Ad</placeName>!" <rs type="person" ref="Houd">he</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="577">"Dear native land, by all rememberances</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="578">"Of childhood, by all joys of manhood dear;</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="579">"<placeName ref="Ad">O Vale of many Waters</placeName>!
                        morn and night</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="580">"My age must groan for you, and to the grave</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="581">"Go down in sorrow. Thou wilt give thy fruits,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="582">"But who shall gather them? thy grapes will ripen,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="583">"But who shall tread the wine-press? Fly the wrath,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="584">"Ye who would live and save your souls alive!</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="585">"For <rs type="myth">strong is his right hand that bends
                           the Bow</rs>,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="586">"The Arrows that he shoots are sharp,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="587">"And err not from their aim!"
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_19">
                                 <rs type="devastation">Death is come up into our windows, and
                                    entered into our palaces, to cut off the children from without,
                                    and the young men from the streets.</rs>
                                 <bibl>Jeremiah</bibl> IX. 21.</p>
                              <p> The Trees shall give fruit and who shall gather them? The Grapes
                                 shall ripen and who shall tread them? for all places shall be
                                 desolate of men. <bibl>2. <author>
                                       <hi rend="italic">Esdras</hi>
                                    </author>. XVI. 25.</bibl>
                                 <rs type="devastation">For strong is <rs type="myth">his right hand
                                       that bendeth the Bow</rs>, his arrows that he shooteth are
                                    sharp, and shall not miss when they begin to be shot into
                                       <placeName ref="the_world">the ends of the
                                    world</placeName>.</rs> 2. <bibl>
                                       <hi rend="italic">Esdras</hi>
                                    </author>. XVI. 13.</bibl>
                  <lg xml:id="B1_lg46">
                     <l rend="i4" n="588">"With that, a faithful few</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="589">"Prest thro' the throng to join him. Then arose</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="590">"Mockery and mirth; "go <rs type="person" ref="Houd">bald
                           head</rs>!" and they mixed</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="591">"Curses with laughter. He set forth, yet once</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="592">"Looked back,—his eye fell on <rs type="person" ref="Aswad">me</rs>, and <rs type="person" ref="Houd">he</rs> called</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="593">"<persName>Aswad</persName>!"... it startled me,... it
                     <l rend="i0" n="594">"<persName>Aswad</persName>!" again he called,... and <rs type="person" ref="Aswad">I</rs> almost</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="595">"Had followed him. O moment fled too soon!</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="596">"O moment irrecoverably lost!</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="597">"The shouts of mockery made a coward of me;</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="598">"He went, and I remained, in fear of <hi rend="smallcap">Man</hi>!"</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B1_lg47">
                     <l rend="i4" n="599">"He went, and darker grew</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="600">"The deepening cloud above.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="601">"At length it opened, and.... O <name type="divin">God</name>! O <name type="divin">God</name>!</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="602">"There were no waters there!</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="603">"There fell no kindly rain!</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="604">"<name type="elemental">The Sarsar from its womb went
                     <l rend="i4" n="605">"<name type="elemental" ref="Sarsar">The Icy Wind of
                  <lg xml:id="B1_lg48">
                     <l rend="i0" n="606">
                        <rs type="devastation">"They fell around me, thousands fell around,</rs>
                     <l rend="i2" n="607">"The <persName ref="Shedad">King</persName> and
                           <orgName>all his People</orgName> fell.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="608">"All! all! they perished all!</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="609">"<rs type="person" ref="Aswad">I ... only I</rs> ... was
                     <l rend="i2" n="610">"There came <name type="divin">a Voice</name> to me and
                     <l rend="i2" n="611">"In <time>the Day of Visitation</time>,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="612">"In <time>the fearful Hour of Judgement</time>,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="613">"<name type="divin">God</name> hath remembered <rs type="person" ref="Aswad">thee</rs>."</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B1_lg49">
                     <l rend="i0" n="614">"When from <rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">an agony of
                        <rs type="person" ref="Aswad">I</rs> rose</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="615">"And from <rs type="devastation">the scene of death</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="616">"Attempted to go forth,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="617">"The way was open, <rs type="person" ref="Aswad">I</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="618">"No barrier to my steps.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="619">"But <rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">round <rs type="place" ref="Irem">these bowers</rs>
                        </rs> the Arm of<name type="divin">God</name>

                     <l rend="i4" n="620"> "Had drawn <rs type="metaplace" subtype="barrier" ref="Irem_removed">a mighty chain</rs>,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="621"> "<rs type="metaplace" subtype="barrier" ref="Irem_removed">A barrier</rs> that no human force might break. </l>

                     <l rend="i4" n="622">"Twice <rs type="person" ref="Aswad">I</rs> essayed to
                     <l rend="i4" n="623">"With that <name type="divin">the voice</name> was
                     <l rend="i0" n="624">"O <persName>Aswad</persName> be content, and bless <name type="divin">the Lord</name>!</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B1_lg50">
                     <l rend="i4" n="625">"One righteous deed hath saved</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="626">"Thy soul from utter death.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="627">"O <persName>Aswad</persName>, sinful man!</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="628">"When by long penitence</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="629">"Thou feelest thy soul prepared,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="630">"Breathe up the wish to die,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="631">"And <persName type="meta">Azrael</persName> comes,
                        obedient to the prayer."</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B1_lg51">
                     <l rend="i4" n="632">"A miserable man</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="633">"From <placeName ref="the_world">Earth</placeName> and <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Heaven</rs> shut out,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="634">"<rs type="person" ref="Aswad">I</rs> heard the dreadful
                     <l rend="i2" n="635">"<rs type="person" ref="Aswad">I</rs> looked around <rs type="metaplace" subtype="barrier" ref="Irem_removed">my prison
                     <l rend="i2" n="636">"<orgName ref="Adites">The bodies of the dead</orgName>
                        were there,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="637">"Where'er <rs type="person" ref="Aswad">I</rs> looked they
                     <l rend="i4" n="638">"They mouldered, mouldered here,...</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="639">"Their very bones have crumbled into dust,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="640">"<time>So many years have past!</time>
                     <l rend="i0" n="641">"<time>So many weary ages have gone by!</time>
                     <l rend="i4" n="642">"And still <rs type="person" ref="Aswad">I</rs> linger
                     <l rend="i0" n="643">"Still groaning with the burthen of my sins</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="644">"Have never dared to breathe</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="645">"The prayer to be released."</l>

                  <lg xml:id="B1_lg52">
                     <l rend="i0" n="646">"Oh! who can tell the unspeakable misery</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="647">"Of solitude like this!</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="648"> "No sound hath ever reached my ear </l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="649"> "Save of the passing wind.... </l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="650"> "The fountain's everlasting flow; </l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="651"> "The forest in the gale, </l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="652"> "The pattering of the shower, </l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="653"> "Sounds dead and mournful all. </l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="654"> "No bird hath ever closed her wing </l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="655"> "Upon <rs type="metaplace" subtype="barrier" ref="Irem_removed">these solitary bowers</rs>, </l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="656"> "No insect sweetly buzzed amid these groves, </l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="657"> "From all things that have life, </l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="658"> "Save only me, concealed. </l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="659"> "This Tree alone that o'er my head </l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="660"> "Hangs, down its hospitable boughs, </l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="661"> "And bends its whispering leaves </l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="662"> "As tho' to welcome me, </l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="663"> "Seems to partake
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_20">
                              <p> There are <rs type="science" subtype="botany">several trees or
                                    shrubs of the genus Mimosa</rs>. One of these trees drops its
                                 branches whenever any person approaches it, seeming as if it
                                 saluted those who retire under its shade, this mute hospitality has
                                 so endeared this tree to the <orgName>Arabians</orgName> that the
                                 injuring or cutting of it down is strictly prohibited. <bibl>
                                       <hi rend="italic">Niebuhr</hi>
                         of life; </l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="664">"<rs type="person" ref="Aswad">I</rs> love it as my
                        friend, my only friend!</l>

                  <lg xml:id="B1_lg53">
                     <l rend="i0" n="665">"<time>
                           <rs type="person" ref="Aswad">I</rs> know not for what ages I have
                     <l rend="i4" n="666">"This miserable life,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="667">
                        <time>"How often I have seen</time>
                     <l rend="i4" n="668">
                        <time>"<rs type="metaplace" subtype="barrier" ref="Irem_removed">These
                              antient trees</rs> renewed</time>,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="669">
                        <time>"What countless generations of mankind</time>
                     <l rend="i4" n="670">
                        <time>"Have risen and fallen asleep,</time>

                     <l rend="i4" n="671"> "And <rs type="person" ref="Aswad">I</rs> remain the
                        same! </l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="672"> "My garment hath not waxed old, </l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="673"> "Nor the sole of my shoe hath worn. </l>

                  <lg xml:id="B1_lg54">
                     <l rend="i2" n="674">"<rs type="person" ref="Aswad">I</rs> dare not breathe the
                        prayer to die,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="675">"O <name type="divin">merciful Lord God</name>!...</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="676">"But when it is thy will,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="677">"But when <rs type="person" ref="Aswad">I</rs> have
                     <l rend="i4" n="678">"For mine iniquities,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="679">"And sufferings have made pure</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="680">"My soul with sin defiled,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="681">"Release me in thine own good time,...</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="682">"<rs type="person" ref="Aswad">I</rs> will not cease to
                        praise thee, O <name type="divin">my God</name>!"</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B1_lg55">
                     <l rend="i4" n="683">Silence ensued awhile,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="684">Then <persName>Zeinab</persName> answered him.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="685">"Blessed art thou, O <persName>Aswad</persName>! for <name type="divin">the Lord</name>
                     <l rend="i4" n="686">"Who saved thy soul from <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Hell</rs>,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="687">"Will call thee to him in his own good time.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="688">"And would that when my heart</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="689">"Breathed up the wish to die,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="690">"<persName type="meta">Azrael</persName> might visit
                     <l rend="i0" n="691">"Then would I follow where my babes are gone,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="692">"And join <persName>Hodeirah</persName> now!"</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B1_lg56">
                     <l rend="i2" n="693">She ceased, and the rushing of wings</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="694">Was heard in the stillness of night,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="695">And <persName type="meta">Azrael</persName>, the
                        Death-Angel stood before them.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="696">His countenance was dark,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="697">Solemn, but not severe,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="698">It awed but struck no terror to the heart.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="699">"<persName>Zeinab</persName>, thy wish is heard!</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="700">"<persName>Aswad</persName>, thy hour is come!"</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="701">They fell upon the ground and blest the voice,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="702">And <persName type="meta">Azrael</persName> from his
                     <l rend="i0" n="703">Let drop
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_21">
                              <p> The <persName type="meta" ref="Azrael">Angel of Death</persName>,
                                 say <orgName>the Rabbis</orgName>, holdeth his sword in his hand at
                                 the bed's head, having on the end thereof three drops of gall, the
                                 sick man spying this deadly Angel, openeth his mouth with fear and
                                 then those drops fall in, of which one killeth him, the second
                                 maketh him pale, the third rotteth and putrifieth. <bibl>
                                       <hi rend="italic">Purchas</hi>
                              <p> Possibly the expression to taste the bitterness of death, may
                                 refer to this.</p>
                         the drops of bitterness and death.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B1_lg57">
                     <l rend="i0" n="704">"Me too! me too!" young <persName>Thalaba</persName>
                     <l rend="i4" n="705">As wild with grief he kissed</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="706">
                        <rs type="person" ref="Zeinab">His Mother</rs>'s livid hand,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="707">
                        <rs type="person" ref="Zeinab">His Mother</rs>'s quivering lips,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="708">"O <persName type="meta" ref="Azrael">Angel</persName>!
                        take me too!</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B1_lg58">
                     <l rend="i0" n="709">"<persName ref="Thalaba">Son of
                        </persName>!" the <persName type="meta" ref="Azrael">Death-Angel</persName>
                     <l rend="i4" n="710">
                        <time>"It is not yet the hour.</time>
                     <l rend="i0" n="711">"<persName ref="Thalaba">Son of
                        </persName>, thou art chosen forth</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="712">"To do the will of Heaven;</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="713">"To avenge <rs type="person" ref="Hodeirah">thy
                           Father</rs>'s death,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="714">"The murder of <orgName>thy race</orgName>,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="715">"To work the mightiest enterprise</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="716">"That mortal man hath wrought.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="717">"Live! and remember <name type="myth">Destiny</name>
                     <l rend="i4" n="718">"Hath marked thee from mankind!"</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B1_lg59">
                     <l rend="i4" n="719">
                        <rs type="person" subtype="meta" ref="Azrael">He</rs> ceased, and he was
                     <l rend="i4" n="720">Young <persName>Thalaba</persName> looked round,...</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="721">
                        <rs type="building" subtype="palace">The Palace</rs> and <rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">the groves</rs> were seen no more,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="722">He stood amid <geogFeat>the Wilderness</geogFeat>,

               <div type="book" xml:id="Book_2">
                  <head>THE SECOND BOOK.</head>
                  <lg xml:id="B2_lg60">
                     <l rend="i4" n="723">Not in <rs type="place" ref="desert">the desert</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="724">
                        <persName ref="Thalaba">Son of Hodeirah</persName>
                     <l rend="i4" n="725">Wert thou abandoned!</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="726">
                        <rs type="image" subtype="human">The coexistent fire,</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="727">That in <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Domdaniel_Cave"> the Dens of Darkness </rs> burnt for thee,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="728">Burns yet, and yet shall burn.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B2_lg61">
                     <l rend="i2" n="729">In <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Domdaniel_Cave">the Domdaniel caverns </rs>
                     <l rend="i2" n="730">
                        <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Under_Ocean">Under the Roots of
                           the Ocean</rs>, </l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="731">Met <orgName ref="Dom">the Masters of the
                     <l rend="i4" n="732">Before them in <geogFeat>the vault</geogFeat>,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="733">Blazing unfuelled from <geogFeat>the floor of
                     <l rend="i4" n="734">
                        <rs type="image" subtype="human">Ten magic flames arose</rs>.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="735">
                        <rs type="image" subtype="human">"Burn mystic fires!"</rs>
                        <persName>Abdaldar</persName> cried,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="736">"Burn whilst <orgName>
                           <persName>Hodeirah</persName>'s dreaded race</orgName> exist.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="737">
                        <time>"This is the appointed hour,</time>
                     <l rend="i0" n="738">
                        <time>"The hour that shall secure <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Domdaniel_Cave">these dens of night</rs>."</time>
                  <lg xml:id="B2_lg62">
                     <l rend="i2" n="739">
                        <rs type="image" subtype="human">"Dim they burn,"</rs> exclaimed
                     <l rend="i2" n="740">
                        <rs type="image" subtype="human">"Dim they burn, and now they waver!</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="741">"<persName>Okba</persName> lifts the arm of death,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="742">
                        <rs type="image" subtype="human">"They waver,... they go out!</rs>
                  <lg xml:id="B2_lg63">
                     <l rend="i4" n="743">"Curse on <rs type="person" ref="Okba">his hasty
                     <l rend="i4" n="744">
                        <persName>Khawla</persName> exclaimed in wrath,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="745">
                        <rs type="person" ref="Khawla">The woman-fiend</rs> exclaimed,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="746">"Curse on his hasty hand, <rs type="person" ref="Okba">the
                           fool</rs> hath failed!</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="747">
                        <rs type="image" subtype="human">"Eight only are gone out."</rs>
                  <lg xml:id="B2_lg64">
                     <l rend="i0" n="748">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="orac">A <name type="zomb">Teraph</name>
                              <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_22">
                                    <rs type="religion" subtype="idol">The manner how the <name type="zomb">Teraphim</name> were made is fondly conceited
                                       thus among <orgName>the Rabbies</orgName>. They killed <rs type="person">a man that was a first born son</rs>, and
                                       wrung off his head, and seasoned it with salt and spices, and
                                          <rs type="script" subtype="eng">wrote upon a plate of gold
                                          the name of an uncleane spirit</rs>, and put it under the
                                       head upon a wall, and lighted candles before it and
                                       worshipped it.</rs>
                                       <author>Godwyn</author>'s Moses and Aaron.</bibl>
                                 <p> In <bibl>
                                       <hi rend="italic">Rabbi Eleazar</hi>
                                    </bibl> it is said to be the head of <rs type="person">a
                            stood against <geogFeat>the cavern side</geogFeat>,</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="749">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="orac">
                           <rs type="person">A new-born infant</rs>'s head,</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="750">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="orac">That <persName>Khawla</persName>
                           <time>at his hour of birth</time> had seized</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="751">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="orac">And from the shoulders wrung.</rs>
                     <l rend="i2" n="752">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="orac">It stood upon a plate of gold,</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="753">
                        <rs type="script" subtype="eng">
                           <name type="divin">An unclean Spirit</name>'s name inscribed
                     <l rend="i4" n="754">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="orac">The cheeks were deathy dark,</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="755">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="orac">Dark the dead skin upon the hairless
                     <l rend="i4" n="756">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="orac">The lips were bluey pale;</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="757">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="orac">Only the eyes had life,</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="758">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="orac">They gleamed with demon light.</rs>
                  <lg xml:id="B2_lg65">
                     <l rend="i0" n="759">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="orac">"Tell me!" quoth
                              <persName>Khawla</persName>, "is <rs type="image" subtype="human">the
                              Fire</rs> gone out</rs>
                     <l rend="i2" n="760">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="orac">"That threats <orgName ref="Dom">the
                              Masters of the Spell</orgName>?"</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="761">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="orac">The dead lips moved and spake,</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="762">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="orac">"<rs type="image" subtype="human">The
                              Fire</rs> still burns that threats</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="763">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="orac">"<orgName ref="Dom">The Masters of the
                  <lg xml:id="B2_lg66">
                     <l rend="i2" n="764">"Curse on thee, <persName>Okba</persName>!"
                           <persName>Khawla</persName> cried,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="765">As to the den <persName ref="Okba">the Sorcerer</persName>
                     <l rend="i2" n="766">He bore the dagger in his hand</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="767">Hot from the murder of <orgName>
                           <persName>Hodeirah</persName>'s race</orgName>.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="768">
                        <rs type="image" subtype="human">"Behold those unextinguished flames!</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="769">"<rs type="image" subtype="human">The fire still
                           burns</rs> that threats</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="770">"<orgName ref="Dom">The Masters of the
                     <l rend="i4" n="771">"<persName>Okba</persName>, wert thou weak of heart?</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="772">"<persName>Okba</persName>, wert thou blind of eye?</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="773">"Thy fate and ours were on the lot,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="774">"And <rs type="science" subtype="astro">we believed the
                           lying stars</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="775">"<rs type="science" subtype="astro">That said thy hand
                           might seize the auspicious hour!</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="776">"Thou hast let slip <rs type="myth">the reins of <name type="myth">Destiny</name>
                     <l rend="i4" n="777">"Curse thee, curse thee, <persName>Okba</persName>!"</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B2_lg67">
                     <l rend="i4" n="778">
                        <persName ref="Okba">The Murderer</persName> answering said,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="779">"O <orgName ref="Dom">versed in all enchanted
                     <l rend="i2" n="780">"Thou better knowest <persName>Okba</persName>'s soul.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="781">"Eight blows <rs type="person" ref="Okba">I</rs> struck,
                        eight home-driven blows,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="782">"Needed no second stroke</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="783">"From this envenomed blade.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="784">"Ye frown at me as if the will had failed,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="785">"As if ye did not know</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="786">"My double danger from <orgName>
                           <persName>Hodeirah</persName>'s race</orgName>,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="787">"The deeper hate I feel,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="788">"The stronger motive that inspired my arm!</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="789">"Ye frown as if my hasty fault,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="790">"My ill-directed blow</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="791">"Had spared the enemy,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="792">"And not <rs type="science" subtype="astro">the stars that
                           would not give</rs>,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="793">"And not <rs type="science" subtype="orac">your feeble
                     <l rend="i4" n="794">"<rs type="science" subtype="orac">That could not force,
                           the sign</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="795">"Which of the whole was he!</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="796">"Did ye not bid me strike them all?</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="797">"Said ye not root and branch should be destroyed?</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="798">"I heard <persName>Hodeirah</persName>'s dying groan,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="799">"I heard <orgName>his Children</orgName>'s shriek of
                     <l rend="i2" n="800">"And sought to consummate the work,</l>

                     <l rend="i2" n="801">"But o'er <rs type="person" ref="Zeinab Thalaba">the two
                           remaining lives</rs>
                     <l rend="i2" n="802"> "<rs type="metaplace" subtype="barrier" ref="impenetrable_cloud">A cloud unpierceable</rs> had risen, </l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="803"> "A cloud that mocked my searching eyes. </l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="804"> "I would have probed it with the dagger-point, </l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="805"> "The dagger was repelled, </l>

                     <l rend="i4" n="806">"<name type="divin">A Voice</name> came forth and
                     <l rend="i0" n="807">"<persName ref="Okba">Son of Perdition</persName>, cease!
                        thou canst not change</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="808">"<rs type="script" subtype="book">What in the Book of
                           Destiny is written</rs>."</l>

                  <lg xml:id="B2_lg68">
                     <l rend="i2" n="809">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="orac">
                           <persName>Khawla</persName> to the <name type="zomb">Teraph</name>
                     <l rend="i2" n="810">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="orac">"Tell me where <persName>the
                              Prophet</persName>'s hand</rs>
                     <l rend="i2" n="811">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="orac">"Hides <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">our
                              destined enemy</rs>?"</rs>
                     <l rend="i2" n="812">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="orac">
                           <name type="zomb" ref="Teraph">The dead
                              lips</name> spake again,</rs>
                     <l rend="i2" n="813">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="orac">"<rs type="person" ref="Teraph">I</rs>
                           view the seas, I view the land,</rs>
                     <l rend="i2" n="814">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="orac">"I search <placeName ref="Ocean">the
                              ocean</placeName> and <placeName ref="Earth_planet">the

                     <l rend="i2" n="815">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="orac">"Not on <placeName>Ocean</placeName> is
                           the Boy,</rs>
                     <l rend="i2" n="816">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="orac">"Not on <placeName ref="Earth_planet">Earth</placeName> his steps are seen."</rs>


                  <lg xml:id="B2_lg69">
                     <l rend="i0" n="817">"A mightier power than we," <persName>Lobaba</persName>
                     <l rend="i4" n="818">"Protects <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">our destined
                     <l rend="i4" n="819">"Look! look! <rs type="image" subtype="human">one fire
                           burns dim!</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="820">
                        <rs type="image" subtype="human">"It quivers! it goes out!"</rs>
                  <lg xml:id="B2_lg70">
                     <l rend="i4" n="821">
                        <rs type="image" subtype="human">It quivered, it was quenched.</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="822">
                        <rs type="image" subtype="human">One flame alone was left,</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="823">
                        <rs type="image" subtype="human">A pale blue flame that trembled on the
                     <l rend="i0" n="824">
                        <rs type="image" subtype="human">A hovering light upon whose shrinking
                     <l rend="i4" n="825">
                        <rs type="image" subtype="human">The darkness seemed to press.</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="826">
                        <rs type="image" subtype="human">Stronger it grew, and spread</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="827">
                        <rs type="image" subtype="human">Its lucid swell around,</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="828">
                        <rs type="image" subtype="human">Extending now <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Domdaniel_Cave">where all the ten had
                     <l rend="i4" n="829">
                        <rs type="image" subtype="human">With lustre more than all.</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="830">At that protentous sight,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="831">The <orgName ref="Dom">children of Evil</orgName>
                     <l rend="i4" n="832">And Terror smote their souls.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="833">Over <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Domdaniel_Cave">the den</rs>
                        <rs type="image" subtype="human">the fire</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="834">
                        <rs type="image" subtype="human">Its fearful splendour cast,</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="835">
                        <rs type="image" subtype="human">The broad base rolling up in wavy
                     <l rend="i0" n="836">Bright as the summer lightning when it spreads</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="837">Its glory o'er the <time>midnight</time>
                        <rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest" ref="sky">heaven</rs>.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="838">The <rs type="science" subtype="orac">
                           <name type="zomb">Teraphs</name> eyes</rs> were dimmed,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="839">That like two twinkling stars</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="840">Shone in the darkness late.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="841">
                        <orgName ref="Dom">The Sorcerers</orgName> on each other gazed,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="842">And every face all pale with fear,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="843">And ghastly in that light was seen</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="844">Like a dead man's <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">by the sepulchral lamp</rs>.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B2_lg71">
                     <l rend="i0" n="845">Even <persName>Khawla</persName> fiercest of <orgName ref="Dom">the enchanter brood</orgName>
                     <l rend="i4" n="846">Not without effort drew</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="847">Her fear suspended breath.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="848">Anon a deeper rage</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="849">Inflamed her reddening eye.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="850">"Mighty is thy power, <persName>Mohammed</persName>!"</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="851">Loud in blasphemy she cried,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="852">"But <name type="divin">Eblis</name>
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_23">
                                 <name type="divin">The Devil</name>, whom
                                    <persName>Mohammed</persName> names <name type="divin">Eblis</name>, from his dispair, was once one of those
                                    <orgName>Angels</orgName> who are nearest to <name type="divin">God</name>'s presence, called <persName ref="Eblis">Azazil</persName>; and fell (according to <rs type="script" subtype="holy">the doctrine of <title>the Koran</title>
                                 for refusing to pay homage to <persName>Adam</persName> at the
                                 command of<name type="divin">God</name>. <bibl>Koran. Chap.</bibl>
                                 2. 7. 15. </p>
                                 <name type="divin">God</name>created the body of
                                    <persName>Adam</persName> of <hi rend="italic">Salsal</hi>, that
                                 is of dry but unbaked clay; and left it forty nights, or according
                                 to others, forty years, lying without a soul; and <name type="divin">the Devil</name> came to it, and kicked it, and it
                                 sounded. And <name type="divin">God</name> breathed into it a soul
                                 with his breath, sending it in at his eyes, and he himself saw his
                                 nose still dead clay, and the soul running thro him, till it
                                 reached his feet, when he stood upright. <bibl>Maracci.</bibl>
                                 <rs type="art" subtype="illus">In <title>the Nuremberg
                                       Chronicle</title> is a print of the creation of
                                       <persName>Adam</persName>, the body is half made, growing out
                                    of a heap of clay under <name type="divin">the Creator</name>'s
                                 <rs type="art" subtype="illus">A still more absurd print represents
                                    Eve half way out of his side.</rs>
                         would not stoop to <orgName>man</orgName>
                     <l rend="i0" n="853">"When <persName ref="Adam">Man</persName> fair statured as
                        the stately palm,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="854">"From his <name type="divin">Creator</name>'s hand</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="855">"Was undefiled and pure.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="856">"Thou art mighty, <persName ref="Mohammed">O Son of
                     <l rend="i2" n="857">"But who is he of woman born</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="858">"That shall vie with the might of <name type="divin">Eblis</name>?</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="859">"That shall rival <name type="divin" ref="Eblis">the
                           Prince of the Morning</name>?"</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B2_lg72">
                     <l rend="i2" n="860">She said, and raised her skinny hand</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="861">As in defiance to high <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Heaven</rs>,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="862">And stretched her long lean finger forth</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="863">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="orac">And spake aloud the words of power.</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="864">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="orac">
                           <orgName>The Spirits</orgName> heard her call,</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="865">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="orac">And lo! before her stands</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="866">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="orac">Her <name type="divin">Demon
                     <l rend="i4" n="867">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="orac">"<name type="divin">Spirit</name>!" the
                              <persName ref="Khawla">Enchantress</persName> cried,</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="868">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="orac">"Where lives <persName ref="Thalaba">the
                              Boy</persName> coeval with whose life</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="869">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="orac">"Yon magic fire must burn?"</rs>
                     <l rend="i8" n="870">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="orac">
                           <name type="divin">DEMON</name>.</rs>
                     <l rend="i2" n="871">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="orac">
                           <persName ref="Khawla">Mistress of the mighty Spell</persName>,</rs>
                     <l rend="i2" n="872">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="orac">
                           <rs type="metaplace" subtype="barrier" ref="Irem_removed">Not on
                                 <placeName>Ocean</placeName>, not on <placeName ref="Earth_planet">Earth</placeName>
                     <l rend="i4" n="873">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="orac">Only eyes that view</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="874">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="orac">
                           <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin" ref="throne_of_God">
                              <name type="divin">Allah</name>'s glory throne</rs>,</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="875">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="orac">See <rs type="metaplace" subtype="barrier" ref="Irem_removed">his hiding-place</rs>.</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="876">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="orac">From some <name type="divin">believing
                              Spirit</name>, ask and learn.</rs>
                  <lg xml:id="B2_lg73">
                     <l rend="i2" n="877">"Bring the dead <persName>Hodeirah</persName> here,"</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="878">
                        <persName>Khawla</persName> cried, "and he shall tell."</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="879">The <persName>Demon</persName> heard her bidding, and was
                     <l rend="i2" n="880">A moment passed, and at her feet</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="881">
                        <name type="zomb">
                           <persName>Hodeirah</persName>'s corpse</name> was laid.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="882">His hand still held the sword he grasped in death,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="883">The blood not yet had clotted on his wound.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B2_lg74">
                     <l rend="i2" n="884">
                        <persName ref="Khawla">The Sorceress</persName> looked and with a smile</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="885">That kindled to more fiendishness</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="886">Her hideous features, cried,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="887">"Where <persName>Hodeirah</persName> is thy soul?</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="888">"Is it in the 
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_24">
                              <p> These lines contain the various opinions of the
                                    <orgName>Mohammedans</orgName> respecting the intermediate state
                                 of the Blessed, till the Day of Judgment.</p>
                        Zemzem well?</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="889">"Is it in <rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Eden">the Eden groves</rs>?</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="890">"Waits it for the judgement-blast</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="891">"In <rs type="myth">the trump of <name type="divin">Israfil</name>
                     <l rend="i4" n="892">"Is it plumed with silver wings</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="893">"Underneath <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin" ref="throne_of_God">the throne of <name type="divin">God</name>
                     <l rend="i4" n="894">"Even if beneath his throne</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="895">"<persName>Hodeirah</persName>, thou shalt hear,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="896">"Thou shalt obey my voice!"</l>

                  <lg xml:id="B2_lg75">
                     <l rend="i0" n="897">She said, and <rs type="science" subtype="orac">muttered
                           charms</rs> that <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Hell</rs> in
                     <l rend="i4" n="898">And <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Heaven</rs> in
                        horror heard.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="899">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="orac">Soon the stiff eye-balls
                     <l rend="i0" n="900">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="orac">The muscles with
                           convulsive motion shook,</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="901">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="orac">The white lips
                        <persName>Khawla</persName> saw, her soul</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="902">Exulted, and she cried,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="903">"<persName ref="Mohammed">Prophet</persName>! behold my
                     <l rend="i4" n="904">"Not even death secures</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="905">"Thy slaves from <rs type="science" subtype="orac">
                           <persName>Khawla</persName>'s Spell</rs>!</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="906">"Where <persName>Hodeirah</persName> is thy child?"</l>

                  <lg xml:id="B2_lg76">
                     <l rend="i2" n="907">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="orac">
                           <persName>Hodeirah</persName> groaned and closed his eyes,</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="908">As if in the night and the blindness of death</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="909">He would have hid himself.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B2_lg77">
                     <l rend="i2" n="910">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="orac">"Speak to my question!" she
                     <l rend="i0" n="911">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="orac">"Or in that mangled body thou shall
                     <l rend="i2" n="912">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="orac">"<time>Ages of torture</time>! answer
                     <l rend="i4" n="913">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="orac">"Where can we find <persName ref="Thalaba">the Boy</persName>?"</rs>
                  <lg xml:id="B2_lg78">
                     <l rend="i4" n="914">"<name type="divin">God</name>! God!
                           <persName>Hodeirah</persName> cried,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="915">"Release me from this life,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="916">"From this intolerable agony!"</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B2_lg79">
                     <l rend="i2" n="917">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="orac">"Speak!" cried <persName ref="Khawla">the
                              Sorceress</persName>; and she snatched</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="918">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="orac">A Viper from the floor,</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="919">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="orac">And with the living reptile lashed
                              <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_25">
                                 <p> Excepting in this line I have avoided all resemblances to
                                       <bibl>the powerful poetry of <author>Lucan</author>
                                 </bibl>. </p>
                                    <lg xml:lang="la">
                                       <l rend="i0">Aspicit astantem projecti corporis umbram,</l>
                                       <l rend="i0">Exanimes artus, invisaque claustra timentem</l>
                                       <l rend="i0">Carceris antiqui, pavet ire in pectus
                                       <l rend="i0">Visceraque, et ruptas letali vulnere fibras.</l>
                                       <l rend="i0">Ah miser, extremum cui mortis munus iniquæ</l>
                                       <l rend="i0">Eripitur, non posse mori! miratur Erichtho</l>
                                       <l rend="i0">Has fatis licuisse moras, irataque morti</l>
                                       <l rend="i0">Verberat immotum vivo serpente cadaver.</l>
                                    <lg xml:lang="la">
                                       <l rend="i0">Protinus astrictus caluit cruor, atraque
                                       <l rend="i0">Vulnera, et in venas extremaque membra
                                       <l rend="i0">Percussæ gelido trepidant sub pectore fibræ;</l>
                                       <l rend="i0">Et nova desuetis subrepens vita medullis,</l>
                                       <l rend="i0">Miscetur morti, tunc omnis palpitat artus;</l>
                                       <l rend="i0">Tenduntur nervi; nec se tellure cadaver</l>
                                       <l rend="i0">Paulatim per membra levat, terraque repulsum
                                       <l rend="i0">Erectumque simul. Distento lumina rictu</l>
                                       <l rend="i0">Nudantur. Nondum facies viventis in illo,</l>
                                       <l rend="i0">Jam morientis erat; remanet pallorque
                                       <l rend="i0">Et stupet illatus mundo.</l>
                                 <p> A curious instance of French taste occurs in this part of <bibl>
                                       <author>Brebeuf</author>'s translation</bibl>. The
                                    re-animated corpse is made the corpse of
                                       <persName>Burrhus</persName>, of whose wife <persName>Octavia
                                       Sextus</persName> is enamoured. Octavia hears that her
                                    husband has fallen in battle, she seeks his body, but in vain. A
                                    light at length leads her to <rs type="science" subtype="orac">the scene of <persName>Erichtho</persName>'s incantations,
                                       and she beholds Burrhus, to all appearance living. The witch
                                       humanely allows them time for a long conversation, which is
                                       very complimentary on the part of the husband.</rs>
                                    <persName>Brebeuf</persName> was a man of genius. The <bibl>
                                    </bibl> is as well told in his version as it can be in the
                                    detestable French heroic couplet, which epigrammatizes every
                                    thing. He had courage enough, tho' a Frenchman, to admire
                                       <persName>Lucan</persName>,—and yet could not translate him
                                    without introducing a love-story.</p>
                            his neck.</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="939">Wreathed, round him with the blow,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="940">The Reptile tighter drew her folds</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="941">And raised her wrathful head,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="942">And fixed into his face</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="943">Her deadly teeth, and shed</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="944">Poison in every wound.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="945">In vain! for <name type="divin">Allah</name> heard
                           <persName>Hodeirah</persName>'s prayer,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="946">And <persName>Khawla</persName> on a corpse</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="947">Had wrecked her baffled rage.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="948">
                        <rs type="image" subtype="human">The fated fire</rs> moved on</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="949">And round the Body wrapt its funeral flames.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="950">The flesh and bones in that portentous pile</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="951">Consumed; the Sword alone,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="952">Circled with fire was left.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B2_lg82">
                     <l rend="i0" n="953">Where is <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">the Boy</rs> for
                        whose hand it is destined?</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="954">Where the Destroyer who one day shall wield</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="955">The Sword that is circled with fire?</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="956">
                        <orgName>Race accursed</orgName>, try your charms!</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="957">
                        <orgName ref="Dom">Masters of the mighty Spell</orgName>,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="958">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="orac">Mutter o'er your words of power!</rs>
                     <l rend="i2" n="959">
                        <rs type="devastation">Ye can shatter the dwellings of man,</rs>
                     <l rend="i2" n="960">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="phys">Ye can open <geogFeat>the womb of the
                     <l rend="i2" n="961">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="phys">Ye can shake the foundations of
                     <l rend="i4" n="962">But not <rs type="script" subtype="holy">the Word of <name type="divin">God</name>
                     <l rend="i2" n="963">
                        <rs type="script" subtype="holy">But not one letter can ye change</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="964">
                        <rs type="script" subtype="holy">Of what <name type="divin">his Will</name>
                           hath written!</rs>
                  <lg xml:id="B2_lg83">
                     <l rend="i4" n="965">Who shall seek thro' <placeName>Araby</placeName>
                     <l rend="i4" n="966">
                        <persName ref="Thalaba">
                           <persName>Hodeirah</persName>'s dreaded son</persName>?</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="967">
                        <rs type="religion" subtype="idol">They mingle the Arrows
                              <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_26">
                                 <p> This was one of the superstitions of the <orgName>Pagan
                                       Arabs</orgName> forbidden by
                            of Chance</rs>
                     <l rend="i2" n="968">The lot of <persName>Abdaldar</persName> is drawn.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="969">
                        <time>Thirteen moons must wax and wane</time>
                     <l rend="i2" n="970">Ere <persName ref="Abdaldar">the Sorcerer</persName> quit
                        his quest.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="971">He must visit <orgName>every tribe</orgName>
                     <l rend="i2" n="972">That roam <rs type="place" ref="desert">the desert
                     <l rend="i2" n="973">Or dwell <geogFeat>beside perennial
                     <l rend="i0" n="974">Nor leave a solitary tent unsearched</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="975">Till he has found <persName ref="Thalaba">the
                     <l rend="i2" n="976">
                        <persName ref="Thalaba">The hated Boy</persName> whose blood alone</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="977">Can quench that <rs type="image" subtype="human">dreaded
                  <lg xml:id="B2_lg84">
                     <l rend="i2" n="978">
                        <rs type="art" subtype="gem">A crystal ring</rs>
                        <persName>Abdaldar</persName> bore,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="979">
                        <rs type="earthworks" subtype="mine">The powerful gem
                              <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_27">
                                 <p> Some imagine that the crystal is snow turned to ice which has
                                    been hardening thirty years, and is turned to a rock by age. <bibl>
                                          <hi rend="italic">Mirror of Stones</hi>
                                       </title>, <hi rend="italic">by</hi>
                                          <hi rend="italic">Camillus Leonardus</hi>
                                       <hi rend="italic">Physician of <persName>Pisaro</persName>,
                                          dedicated to <persName>Cæsar Borgia</persName>
                                       </hi>. </bibl>
                                 <p> "In the cabinet of <persName>the Prince of
                                    </persName> among other rarities are two pieces of crystal each
                                    larger than both hands clenched together. In the middle of one
                                    is about a glass full of water, and in the other is some moss,
                                    naturally enclosed there when the crystals congealed. These
                                    pieces are very curious. <bibl>Tavernier.</bibl>
                                 <p> Crystal, precious stones, every stone that has a regular
                                    figure, and even flints in small masses and consisting of
                                    concentric coats, whether found in the perpendicular fissures of
                                    rocks, or elsewhere, are only exudations, or the concreting
                                    juices of flint in large masses; they are, therefore, new and
                                    spurious productions, the genuine <geogFeat>stalactites of flint
                                       or of granite</geogFeat>. <bibl>Buffen.</bibl>
                     <l rend="i0" n="980">Primeval dews that upon <placeName>Caucasus</placeName>
                     <l rend="i4" n="981">Felt the first winter's frost.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="982">
                        <geogFeat>Ripening there it lay beneath</geogFeat>
                     <l rend="i0" n="983">
                        <geogFeat>Rock above rock, and mountain ice up-piled</geogFeat>
                     <l rend="i0" n="984">
                        <geogFeat>On mountain</geogFeat>, till the incumbent mass assumed,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="985">So huge its bulk, the <placeName>Ocean</placeName>'s azure

                  <lg xml:id="B2_lg85">
                     <l rend="i2" n="986">With this he sought <rs type="metaplace" subtype="barrier" ref="Domdaniel_Cave">the inner den</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="987">Where burnt <rs type="image" subtype="human">the eternal
                     <l rend="i0" n="988">Like <geogFeat>waters gushing from some channelled
                     <l rend="i0" n="989">Full thro' a narrow opening, <geogFeat>from a
                     <l rend="i4" n="990">
                           <rs type="image" subtype="human">The eternal flame</rs> streamed
                     <l rend="i4" n="991">No eye beheld the fount</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="992">Of that <rs type="image" subtype="human">up-flowing
                     <l rend="i0" n="993">That blazed self-nurtured, and for ever, there.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="994">It was <name type="elemental">no mortal element</name>: <geogFeat>
                           <placeName>the Abyss</placeName>
                     <l rend="i0" n="995">Supplied it, from the fountains at the first</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="996">Prepared. <geogFeat>In the heart of earth</geogFeat> it
                        lives and glows</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="997">Her vital heat, <time>till at the day decreed</time>,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="998">The voice of<name type="divin">God</name>shall let its
                        billows loose,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="999">To deluge o'er with no abating flood</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1000">The consummated <placeName ref="the_world">World</placeName>;</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1001">That thenceforth thro' the air must roll,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1002">
                        <rs type="myth">
                           <name type="elemental">The penal Orb of Fire</name>

                  <lg xml:id="B2_lg86">
                     <l rend="i2" n="1003">Unturbaned and unsandalled there,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1004">
                        <persName>Abdaldar</persName> stood <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Domdaniel_Cave">before the flame</rs>,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1005">And held <rs type="art" subtype="gem">the Ring</rs>
                        beside, and spake</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1006">
                        <rs type="script" subtype="nature">The language that <name type="elemental">the Elements</name> obey.</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1007">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="electric">The <rs type="image" subtype="human">obedient flame</rs> detatched a portion forth,</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1008">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="electric">That, in the crystal entering, was
                     <l rend="i0" n="1009">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="electric">Gem of the gem, its living Eye of
                     <l rend="i4" n="1010">When the hand that wears the spell</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1011">Shall touch <persName ref="Thalaba">the destined
                     <l rend="i4" n="1012">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="electric">Then shall that Eye be quenched,</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1013">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="electric">And the freed <name type="elemental">Element</name>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1014">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="electric">Fly to its sacred and remembered
                  <lg xml:id="B2_lg87">
                     <l rend="i2" n="1015">Now go thy way <persName>Abdaldar</persName>!</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1016">Servant of <name type="divin">Eblis</name>,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1017">Over <placeName>Arabia</placeName>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1018">Seek <persName ref="Thalaba">the
                     <l rend="i0" n="1019">Over <geogFeat>the sands of the scorching
                     <l rend="i0" n="1020">Over <geogFeat>the waterless mountains of
                     <l rend="i0" n="1021">In <placeName>Arud</placeName> pursue him; and
                           <placeName>Yemen</placeName> the happy,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1022">And <placeName>Hejaz</placeName>, the country beloved by
                     <l rend="i4" n="1023">Over <placeName>Arabia</placeName>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1024">Servant of <name type="divin">Eblis</name>,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1025">Seek <persName ref="Thalaba">the
                  <lg xml:id="B2_lg88">
                     <l rend="i2" n="1026">From tribe to tribe, from town to town,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1027">From tent to tent, <persName>Abdaldar</persName>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1028">Him <time>every morn</time>
                        <name type="divin">the all-beholding Eye</name>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1029">Saw from his couch, unhallowed by a prayer,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1030">Rise to the scent of blood,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1031">And <time>every night</time> lie down.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1032">That rankling hope within him, that by day</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1033">Goaded his steps, <rs type="dream">still stinging him in
                     <l rend="i0" n="1034">
                        <rs type="dream">And startling him with vain accomplishment</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1035">
                        <rs type="dream">From visions still the same.</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1036">Many a time his wary hand</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1037">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="electric">To many a youth applied <rs type="art" subtype="gem">the Ring</rs>,</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1038">And still the dagger in his mantle hid</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1039">Was ready for the deed.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B2_lg89">
                     <l rend="i2" n="1040">At length to the cords of a tent</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1041">That were stretched <geogFeat>by an Island of
                     <l rend="i2" n="1042">
                        <geogFeat>In the desolate sea of the sands</geogFeat>,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1043">The weary traveller came.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1044">Under a shapely palm,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1045">Herself as shapely, there <rs type="person" ref="Oneiza">a Damsel</rs> stood.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1046">She held her ready robe</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1047">And looked towards <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">a
                     <l rend="i4" n="1048">Who from the tree above</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1049">With one hand clinging to its trunk,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1050">Cast with the other down the clustered dates.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B2_lg90">
                     <l rend="i4" n="1051">
                        <persName ref="Abdaldar">The Wizard</persName> approached the Tree,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1052">He leaned on his staff, like a way-faring man,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1053">And the sweat of his travel was seen on his brow.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1054">He asks for food, and lo!</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1055">
                        <rs type="person" ref="Oneiza">The Damsel</rs> proffers him her lap of
                     <l rend="i0" n="1056">And <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">the Stripling</rs>
                        descends, and runs into the tent</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1057">And brings him forth water, the draught of delight.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B2_lg91">
                     <l rend="i2" n="1058">Anon <persName>the Master of the tent</persName>,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1059">
                        <persName>The Father of the family</persName>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1060">Came forth, a man in years, of aspect mild.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1061">To <rs type="person" ref="Abdaldar">the stranger</rs>
                        approaching he gave</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1062">The friendly saluting of peace,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1063">And bade the skin be spread.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1064">Before the tent they spread the
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_28">
                              <p> With <orgName>the Arabs</orgName> either a round skin is laid on
                                 the ground for a small company, or large course woollen cloths for
                                 a great number spread all over the room, and about ten dishes
                                 repeated six or seven times over, laid round at a great feast, and
                                 whole sheep and lambs boild and roasted in the middle. When one
                                 company has done, another sits round, even to the meanest, till all
                                 is consumed. And <rs type="person">an Arab Prince</rs> will often
                                 dine in the street before his door and call to all that pass even
                                 beggars, in the usual expression, <hi rend="italic">
                                    <name type="divin">Bisimillah</name>
                                 </hi>, that is, in the name of <name type="divin">God</name>; who
                                 come and sit down and when they have done, give their <hi rend="italic">
                                    <name type="divin">Hamdellilah</name>
                                 </hi>, that is,<name type="divin">God</name>be praised, for
                                    <orgName>the Arabs</orgName> who are great levellers, put every
                                 body on a footing with them, and it is by such generosity and
                                 hospitality that they maintain their interest. <bibl>
                                 </bibl>. </p>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1065">
                        <geogFeat>Under a Tamarind's shade,</geogFeat>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1066">That bending forward, stretched</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1067">Its boughs of beauty far.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1068">They brought the Traveller rice,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1069">With no false colours
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_29">
                              <p> 'Tis the custom of <placeName>Persia</placeName> to begin their
                                 feasts with fruits and preserves. We spent two hours in eating only
                                 those and drinking beer, hydromel and aquavitæ. Then was brought up
                                 the meat in great silver dishes, they were full of rice of divers
                                 colours, and upon that, several sorts of meat boild and roasted, as
                                 beef, mutton, tame fowl, wild ducks, fish and other things, all
                                 very well ordered and very delicate. </p>
                                 <orgName>The Persians</orgName> use no knives at table, but the
                                 Cooks send up the meat ready cut up into little bits, so that it
                                 was no trouble to us to accustome ourselves to their manner of
                                 eating. Rice serves them instead of bread. They take a mouthful of
                                 it, with the two fore-fingers and the thumb, and so put it into
                                 their mouths. Every table had a carver, whom they call Suffret-zi,
                                 who takes the meat brought up in the great dishes, to put it into
                                 lesser ones, which he fills with 3 or 4 sorts of meat, so as that
                                 every dish may serve 2 or at most 3 persons. There was but little
                                 drunk till towards the end of the repast, and then the cups went
                                 about roundly, and the dinner was concluded with a vessel of
                                 porcelane, full of a hot blackish kind of drink, which they call
                                 Kahawa. <bibl>Ambassadors Travels.</bibl>
                              <p> They laid upon the floor of the Ambassadors room a fine silk
                                 cloth, on which there set <rs type="wealth">one and 30 dishes of
                                    silver</rs>, filled with several sorts of conserves, dry and
                                 liquid, and raw fruits, as Melons, Citrons, Quinces, Pears, and
                                 some others not known in <placeName>Europe</placeName>. Some time
                                 after that cloth was taken away that another might be laid in the
                                 room of it, and upon this was set rice of all sorts of colours and
                                 all sorts of meat boyld and roasted in above <rs type="wealth">fifty dishes of the same metal</rs>. <bibl>Amb. Tra.</bibl>
                              <p> There is not any thing more ordinary in
                                    <placeName>Persia</placeName> than rice soaked in water, they
                                 call it Plau and eat of it at all their meals, and serve it up in
                                 all their dishes. They sometimes put thereto a little of the juice
                                 of pomegranates or cherries and saffron, insomuch that commonly you
                                 have rice of several colours in the same dish. <bibl>Amb.
                         tinged to tempt the eye,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1070">But white as the new-fallen snow,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1071">When never yet the sullying Sun</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1072">Hath seen its purity,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1073">Nor the warm Zephyr touched and tainted it.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1074">The dates of the grove before their guest</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1075">They laid, and the luscious fig,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1076">And water from the well.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1077">The Damsel from the Tamarind tree</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1078">Had plucked its acid fruit</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1079">And steeped it in water long;</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1080">And whoso drank of the cooling
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_30">
                              <p> The Tamarind is equally useful and agreable, it has a pulp of a
                                 vineous taste, of which a wholesome refreshing liquor is prepared,
                                 its shade shelters houses from the torrid heat of the sun, and its
                                 fine figure greatly adorns the scenery of the country.
                     <l rend="i4" n="1081">He would not wish for wine.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1082">This to <rs type="person" subtype="Abdaldar">the
                        <rs type="person" ref="Oneiza">the Damsel</rs> brought,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1083">And a modest pleasure kindled her cheek,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1084">When raising from the cup his moistened lips</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1085">
                        <persName ref="Abdaldar">The Stranger</persName> smiled, and praised, and
                        drank again.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B2_lg92">
                     <l rend="i4" n="1086">Whither is gone <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">the
                     <l rend="i2" n="1087">He had pierced the Melon's pulp</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1088">And closed with wax the wound,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1089">And he had duly gone at morn</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1090">And watched its ripening rind,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1091">And now all joyfully he brings</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1092">The treasure now matured.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1093">His dark eyes sparkle with a boy's delight.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1094">As he pours out its liquid
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_31">
                              <p> Of pumpkins and melons several sorts grow naturally in the woods,
                                 and serve for feeding Camels. But the proper melons are planted in
                                 the fields, where a great variety of them is to be found, and in
                                 such abundance, that <orgName>the Arabians</orgName> of all ranks
                                 use them, for some part of the year, as their principal article of
                                 food. They afford a very agreeable liquor. When its fruit is nearly
                                 ripe, a hole is pierced into the pulp, this hole is then stopped
                                 with wax, and the melon left upon the stalk. Within a few days the
                                 pulp is in consequence of this process, converted into a delicious
                                 liquor. <bibl>Niebuhr.</bibl>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1095">And proffers to the guest.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B2_lg93">
                     <l rend="i0" n="1096">
                        <persName>Abdaldar</persName> ate, and he was satisfied:</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1097">And now his tongue discoursed</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1098"> Of regions far remote,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1099">As one whose busy feet had travelled long.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1100">The Father of the family,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1101">With a calm eye and quiet smile,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1102">Sate pleased to hearken him.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1103">
                        <rs type="person" ref="Oneiza">The Damsel</rs> who removed the meal,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1104">She loitered on the way</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1105">And listened with full 
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_32">
                              <p> l'aspect imprévu de tant de Castillans, D'étonnement, d'effroi,
                                 peint ses regards brillans; Ses mains du choix des fruits se
                                 formant une etude, Demeurent un moment dans la même attitude. <bibl>
                                    <author>Madame Boccage</author>. <title>La
                     <l rend="i4" n="1106">A moment motionless.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1107">All eagerly <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">the Boy</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1108">Watches <persName ref="Abdaldar">the
                        Traveller</persName>'s lips,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1109">And still the wily man</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1110">With seemly kindness to <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">the eager Boy</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1111">Directs his winning tale.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1112">Ah, <rs type="person" ref="Abdaldar">cursed man!</rs> if
                        this be he,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1113">If thou hast found the object of thy search,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1114">Thy hate, thy bloody aim,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1115">Into what deep damnation wilt thou plunge</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1116">Thy miserable soul!</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1117">Look! how his eye delighted watches thine!</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1118">Look! how his open lips</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1119">Gasp at the winning tale!</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1120">And nearer now he comes</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1121">To lose no word of that delightful talk.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1122">Then, as in familiar mood,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1123">Upon <persName ref="Thalaba">the Stripling</persName>'s
                     <l rend="i4" n="1124">
                        <persName ref="Abdaldar">The Sorcerer</persName> laid his hand,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1125">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="electric">And the fire of <rs type="art" subtype="gem">the Crystal</rs> fled.</rs>
                  <lg xml:id="B2_lg94">
                     <l rend="i4" n="1126">Whilst the sudden shoot of joy</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1127">Made pale <persName>Abdaldar</persName>'s cheek,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1128">
                        <persName>The Master</persName>'s voice was heard:</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1129">"It is the hour
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_33">
                                    <orgName>The Arabians</orgName> divide their day into twenty
                                    four hours, and reckon them from one setting sun to another. As
                                    very few among them know what a watch is, and as they conceive,
                                    but imperfectly the duration of an hour, they usually determine
                                    time almost as when we say, it happened about noon, about
                                    evening, &amp;c. The moment when the Sun disappears is called
                                       <hi rend="italic">Maggrib</hi>, about two hours afterwards
                                    they call it <hi rend="italic">El ascha</hi>; two hours later,
                                       <hi rend="italic">El märfa</hi>; midnight <hi rend="italic">Nus el lejl</hi>: the dawn of morning <hi rend="italic">El
                                       fadsjer</hi>: sun rise <hi rend="italic">Es subhh</hi>. They
                                    eat about nine in the morning, and that meal is called <hi rend="italic">El ghadda</hi>; noon <hi rend="italic">El
                                       duhhr</hi>; three hours after noon <hi rend="italic">El
                                       asr</hi>. Of all these divisions of time only noon and
                                    midnight are well ascertained; they both fall upon the twelfth
                                    hour. The others are earlier or later as the days are short or
                                    long. The five hours appointed for prayer are <hi rend="italic">Maggrib, Nus el lejl, El fedsjer, Duhhr</hi>, and <hi rend="italic">El asr</hi>.</time>
                                 <bibl>Niebuhr. Desc. del Arabie.</bibl>
                         of prayer,...</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1130">
                        <rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">"My children, let us purify
                     <l rend="i4" n="1131">
                        <rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">"And praise <name type="divin">the Lord
                              our God</name>!"</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1132">
                        <rs type="person" subtype="Thalaba">The Boy</rs> the water brought,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1133">
                        <rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">After the law
                              <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_34">
                                    <rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">The use of the bath was
                                       forbidden <orgName>the Moriscoes</orgName> in
                                          <placeName>Spain</placeName>, as being an <hi rend="italic">anti-christian</hi> custom!</rs>
                                    <rs type="religion" subtype="Cathol">I recollect no superstition
                                       but the Catholic in which nastiness is accounted a virtue; as
                                       if, says <persName>Jortin</persName>, piety and filth were
                                       synonimous, and religion like the itch, could he caught by
                                       wearing foul cloaths</rs>.</p>
                            they purified themselves,</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1134">
                        <rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">And bent their faces to the earth in
                  <lg xml:id="B2_lg95">
                     <l rend="i0" n="1135">All, save <persName>Abdaldar</persName>; over
                     <l rend="i0" n="1136">He stands, and lifts the dagger to destroy.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1137">Before his lifted arm received</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1138">Its impulse to descend,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1139">
                        <name type="elemental" ref="Simoom">The Blast of the <rs type="place" ref="desert">Desert</rs>
                        </name> came.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1140">Prostrate in prayer, <orgName>the pious family</orgName>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1141">Felt not <name type="elemental">the Simoom</name>
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_35">
                              <p> The effects of the Simoom are instant suffocation to every living
                                 creature that happens to be within the sphere of its activity, and
                                 immediate putrefaction of the carcases of the dead. The Arabians
                                 discern its approach by an unusual redness in the air, and they say
                                 that they feel a smell of sulphur as it passes. The only means by
                                 which any person can preserve himself from suffering by these
                                 noxious blasts, is by throwing himself down with his face upon the
                                 earth, till this whirlwind of poisonous exhalations has blown over,
                                 which always moves at a certain height in the atmosphere. Instinct
                                 even teaches the brutes to incline their heads to the ground on
                                 these occasions. <bibl>Niebuhr.</bibl>
                                 <orgName>The Arabs</orgName> of <rs type="place" ref="desert">the
                                    desert</rs> call these winds <hi rend="italic">
                                    <name type="elemental" ref="Simoom">Semoum</name>
                                 </hi> or poison, and <orgName>the Turks</orgName>
                                 <hi rend="italic">
                                    <name type="elemental" ref="Simoom">Shamyela</name>
                                 </hi>, or <name type="elemental" ref="Simoom">wind of
                                 </name>, from which is formed the <hi rend="italic">
                                    <name type="elemental">Samiel</name>
                                 </hi>. </p>
                              <p> Their heat is sometimes so excessive that it is difficult to form
                                 any idea of its violence without having experienced it; but it may
                                 be compared to the heat of a large oven at the moment of drawing
                                 out the bread. When these winds begin to blow, the atmosphere
                                 assumes an alarming aspect. The sky at other times so clear, in
                                 this climate, becomes dark and heavy; the sun loses his splendour
                                 and appears of a violet colour. The air is not cloudy, but grey and
                                 thick, and is in fact filled with an extremely subtile dust, which
                                 penetrates every where. This wind, always light and rapid, is not
                                 at first remarkably hot, but it increases in heat in proportion as
                                 it continues. All animated bodies soon discover it, by the change
                                 it produces in them. The lungs which a too rarefied air no longer
                                 expands, are contracted and become painful. Respiration is short
                                 and difficult, the skin parched and dry, and the body consumed by
                                 an internal heat. In vain is recourse had to large draughts of
                                 water; nothing can restore perspiration. In vain is coolness sought
                                 for; all bodies in which it is usual to find it, deceives the hand
                                 that touches them. <rs type="science" subtype="phys">Marble, iron,
                                    water, notwithstanding the sun no longer appears, are hot.</rs>
                                 The streets are deserted, and the dead silence of night reigns
                                 every where. <orgName>The inhabitants of houses and
                                    villages</orgName> shut themselves up in their houses, and those
                                 of <rs type="place" ref="desert">the desert</rs> in their tents, or
                                 in <rs type="earthworks" subtype="mine">pits they dig in the
                                    earth</rs>, where they wait the termination of this destructive
                                 heat. It usually <time>lasts three days</time>, but if it exceeds
                                 that time it becomes insupportable. Woe to <rs type="person">the
                                    traveller</rs> whom this wind surprizes remote from shelter! he
                                 must suffer all its dreadful consequences which sometimes are
                                 mortal. The danger is most imminent when it blows in squalls, for
                                 then the rapidity of the wind increases the heat to such degree as
                                 to cause sudden death. This death is a real suffocation; the lungs
                                 being empty, are convulsed, the circulation disordered, and the
                                 whole mass of blood driven by the heart towards the head and
                                 breast; whence that hæmorrhage at the nose and mouth which happens
                                 after death. This wind is especially fatal to <orgName>persons of a
                                    plethoric habit</orgName>, and those in whom fatigue has
                                 destroyed the tone of the muscles and the vessels. The corpse
                                 remains a long time warm, swells, turns blue and is easily
                                 separated; all which are signs of that putrid fermentation which
                                 takes place in animal bodies when the humours become stagnant.
                                 These accidents are to be avoided by stopping the nose and mouth
                                 with handkerchiefs; an efficacious method likewise is that
                                 practised by the camels, who bury their noses in the sand and keep
                                 them there till the squall is over. </p>
                              <p> Another quality of this wind is its extreme aridity; which is
                                 such, that water sprinkled on the floor evaporates in a few
                                 minutes. By this extreme dryness it withers and strips all the
                                 plants, and by exhaling too suddenly the emanations from animal
                                 bodies, crisps the skin, closes the pores, and causes that feverish
                                 heat which is the invariable effect of suppressed perspiration. <bibl>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1142">They rose, and lo! <persName ref="Abdaldar">the
                           Sorcerer</persName> lying dead,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1143">Holding the dagger in his blasted hand.</l>

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               <div type="book" xml:id="Book_3">
                  <head>THE THIRD BOOK.</head>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg96">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1144">THALABA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg97">
                     <l rend="i0" n="1145">Oneiza, look! the dead man has a ring,...</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1146">Should it be buried with him?</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg98">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1147">ONEIZA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg99">
                     <l rend="i10" n="1148">Oh yes ... yes!</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1149">A wicked man! all that he has must needs</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1150">Be wicked too!</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg100">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1151">THALABA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg101">
                     <l rend="i6" n="1152">But see,... the sparkling stone!</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1153">How it has caught the glory of the Sun,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1154">And streams it back again in lines of light!</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg102">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1155">ONEIZA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg103">
                     <l rend="i0" n="1156">Why do you take it from him Thalaba?...</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1157">And look at it so near?... it may have charms</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1158">To blind, or poison ... throw it in <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">the grave</rs>!...</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1159">I would not touch it!</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg104">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1160">THALABA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg105">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1161">And around its rim</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1162">Strange letters,...</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg106">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1163">ONEIZA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg107">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1164">Bury it.... Oh! bury it!</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg108">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1165">THALABA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg109">
                     <l rend="i0" n="1166">It is not written as the <bibl>Koran</bibl> is;</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1167">Some other tongue perchance ... the accursed man</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1168">Said he had been a traveller.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg110">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1169">MOATH.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg111">
                     <l rend="i6" n="1170">
                        <hi rend="italic">coming from the tent.</hi>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg112">
                     <l rend="i10" n="1171">Thalaba,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1172">What hast thou there?</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg113">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1173">THALABA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg114">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1174">A ring the dead man wore,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1175">Perhaps my father, you can read its meaning.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg115">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1176">MOATH.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg116">
                     <l rend="i0" n="1177">No Boy,... the letters are not such as ours.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1178">Heap the sand over it! a wicked man</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1179">Wears nothing holy.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg117">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1180">THALABA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg118">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1181">Nay! not bury it!</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1182">It may be that some traveller who shall enter</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1183">Our tent, may read them: or if we approach</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1184">Cities where strangers dwell and learned men,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1185">They may interpret.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg119">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1186">MOATH.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg120">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1187">It were better hid</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1188">Under <rs type="place" ref="desert">the desert
                        sands</rs>. This wretched man,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1189">Whom<name type="divin">God</name>hath smitten in the very
                     <l rend="i0" n="1190">And impulse of his unpermitted crime,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1191">Belike was some Magician, and these lines</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1192">Are of the language that the Demons use.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg121">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1193">ONEIZA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg122">
                     <l rend="i0" n="1194">Bury it! bury it ... dear Thalaba!</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg123">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1195">MOATH.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg124">
                     <l rend="i0" n="1196">Such cursed men there are upon <rs type="place" ref="Earth_planet">the earth</rs>,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1197">In league and treaty with the Evil powers,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1198">The covenanted enemies of<name type="divin">God</name>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1199">And of all good, dear purchase have they made</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1200">Of rule, and riches, and their life-long sway,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1201">Masters, yet slaves of <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Hell</rs>. <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Under_Ocean">Beneath the Roots</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1202">Of Ocean, <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Domdaniel_Cave">the Domdaniel caverns</rs> lie:</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1203">Their impious meeting; there they learn the words</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1204">Unutterable by man who holds his hope</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1205">Of <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Heaven</rs>,
                        there brood the Pestilence, and let</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1206">The Earthquake loose.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg125">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1207">THALABA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg126">
                     <l rend="i6" n="1208"> And he who would have killed me</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1209">Was one of these?</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg127">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1210">MOATH.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg128">
                     <l rend="i6" n="1211">I know not, but it may be</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1212">That on the Table of Destiny, thy name</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1213">Is written their Destroyer, and for this</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1214">Thy life by yonder miserable man</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1215">So sought; so saved by interfering <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Heaven</rs>.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg129">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1216">THALABA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg130">
                     <l rend="i0" n="1217">His ring has some strange power then?</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg131">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1218">MOATH.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg132">
                     <l rend="i13" n="1219">Every gem,
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_36">
                              <p> From the <hi rend="italic">Mirror of Stones</hi> I extract a few
                                 specimens of the absurd ideas once prevalent respecting precious
                                 stones. </p>
                                 <rs type="art" subtype="gem">The <hi rend="italic">Amethyst</hi>
                                    drives away drunkenness; for being bound on the navel, it
                                    restrains the vapour of the wine, and so disolves the ebriety.
                                 <rs type="art" subtype="gem">
                                 <hi rend="italic">Alectoria</hi> is a
                                    stone of a christalline colour, a little darkish, somewhat
                                    resembling limpid water; and sometimes it has veins of the
                                    colour of flesh. Some call it <hi rend="italic">Gallinaceus</hi>, from the place of its generation, the
                                    intestines of capons, which were castrated at three years old,
                                    and had lived seven, before which time the stone ought not to be
                                    taken out, for the older it is, so much the better. When the
                                    stone is become perfect in the Capon, he do'nt drink. However
                                    tis never found bigger than a large bean. The virtue of this
                                    stone is to render him who carries it invisible, being held in
                                    the mouth it allays thirst, and therefore is proper for
                                    wrestlers; makes a woman agreable to her husband; bestows honors
                                    and preserves those already acquired; it frees such as are
                                    bewitched; it renders a man eloquent, constant, agreable and
                                    amiable; it helps to regain a lost Kingdom, and acquire a
                                    foreign one.</rs>
                                 <rs type="art" subtype="gem">
                                 <rs type="science" subtype="phys">
                                    <hi rend="italic">Borax</hi>, <hi rend="italic">Nos a</hi>,
                                          <hi rend="italic">Crapondinus</hi>, are names of the same
                                       stone, which is extracted from a toad. There are two species;
                                       that which is the best is rarely found; the other is black or
                                       dun with a cerluean glow, having in the middle the similitude
                                       of an eye, and must be taken out while the dead toad is yet
                                       panting, and these are better than those which are extracted
                                       from it after a long continuance in the ground. They have a
                                       wonderful efficacy in poisons. For whoever has taken poison,
                                       let him swallow this; which being down, rolls about the
                                       bowels, and drives out every poisonous quality that is lodged
                                       in the intestines, and then passes thro' the fundament, and
                                       is preserved.</rs>
                                 <rs type="art" subtype="gem">
                                 <hi rend="italic">Corvia</hi> or <hi rend="italic">Corvina</hi>, is a Stone of a reddish colour,
                                    and accounted artificial. On the calends of April boil the eggs
                                    taken out of a Crow's nest till they are hard: and being cold
                                    let them be placed in the nest as they were before. When the
                                    crow knows this, she flies a long way to find the stone, and
                                    having found it returns to the nest, and the eggs being touched
                                    with it, they become fresh and prolific, the Stone must
                                    immediately be snatched out of the nest, its virtue is to
                                    increase riches, to bestow honors, and to foretell many future
                                 <rs type="art" subtype="gem">
                                 <hi rend="italic">Kinocetus</hi> is a
                                    stone not wholly useless—since it will cast out Devils</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1220">So sages say, has virtue; but the science</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1221">Of difficult attainment, some grow pale</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1222">Conscious of poison,
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_37">
                              <p> Giafar, the founder of the Barmecides, being obliged to fly from
                                    <placeName>Persia</placeName> his native country, took refuge at
                                    <placeName>Damascus</placeName>, and implored the protection of
                                 the Caliph Soliman. When he was presented to that Prince, the
                                 Caliph suddenly changed colour and commanded him to retire,
                                 suspecting that he had poison about him. Soliman had discovered it
                                 by means of ten stones which he wore upon his arm. They were
                                 fastened there like a bracelet, and never failed to strike one
                                 against the other and make a slight noise when any poison was near.
                                 Upon enquiry it was found that Giafar carried poison in his ring,
                                 for the purpose of self-destruction in case he had been taken by
                                 his enemies. <bibl>Marigny.</bibl>
                              <p> 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
                         or with sudden shade</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1223">Of darkness, warn the wearer; same preserve</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1224">From spells, or blunt the hostile weapon's
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_38">
                                 <rs type="science" subtype="botany">In the country called
                                       <placeName>Panten</placeName> or Tathalamasin, "there be
                                    canes called Cassan, which overspread the earth like glasse, and
                                    out of every knot of them spring foorth certaine branches, which
                                    are continued upon the ground almost for the space of a mile.
                                       <rs type="science" subtype="phys">In the sayd canes there are
                                       found certaine stones, one of which stones whosoever carryeth
                                       about with him, cannot be wounded with any yron: and
                                       therefore the men of that country for the most part carry
                                       such stones with them, withersoever they goe. Many also cause
                                       one of the armes of their children, while they are young, to
                                       be launced, putting one of the said stones into the wound,
                                       healing also, and closing up the said wound with the powder
                                       of a certain fish (the name whereof I do not know) which
                                       powder doth immediately consolidate and cure the said wound.
                                       And by the vertue of these stones, the people aforesaid doe
                                       for the most part triumph both on sea and land.</rs> Howbeit
                                    there is one kind of stratageme which the enemies of this
                                    nation, knowing the vertue of the sayd stones, doe practise
                                    against them: namely, they provide themselves armour of yron or
                                    steele against their arrowes, and weapons also poisoned with the
                                    poyson of trees, and they carry in their hands wooden stakes
                                    most sharp and hard-pointed, as if they were yron: likewise they
                                    shoot arrowes without yron heades, and so they confound and slay
                                    some of their unarmed foes trusting too securely unto the vertue
                                    of their stones.</rs>
                                 <bibl>Odoricus in Hakluyt.</bibl>
                              <rs type="art" subtype="gem"> We are obliged to Jewellers for our
                                    best accounts of <placeName ref="the_East">the
                                    East</placeName>.</rs> In <bibl>Tavernier</bibl> there is a
                                 passage curiously characteristic of his profession. <rs type="art" subtype="gem">A European at <placeName>Delhi</placeName>
                                    complained to him that he had polished and set a large diamond
                                    for <persName>Aureng-zebe</persName>, who had never paid him for
                                    his work. But he did not understand his trade, says Tavernier,
                                    for if he had been a skilful Jeweller he would have known how to
                                    take two or three pieces out of the stone, and pay himself
                                    better than the Mogul would have done.</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1225">Some open rocks and mountains, and lay bare</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1226">Their buried treasures; others make the sight</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1227">Strong to perceive the presence of all Beings</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1228">Thro' whose pure substance the unaided eye</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1229">Passes, like empty air ... and in <rs type="art" subtype="gem">yon stone</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1230">I deem some such misterious quality.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg133">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1231">THALABA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg134">
                     <l rend="i0" n="1232">My father, I will wear it.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg135">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1233">MOATH.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg136">
                     <l rend="i10" n="1234">Thalaba!</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg137">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1235">THALABA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg138">
                     <l rend="i0" n="1236">In God's name, and the Prophet's! be its power</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1237">Good, let it serve the righteous: if for evil,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1238">God and my trust in him shall hallow it.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg139">
                     <l rend="i4" n="1239">So Thalaba drew on</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1240">
                        <rs type="art" subtype="gem">
                           <rs type="script" subtype="eng">The written ring of gold</rs>.</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1241">Then in <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin" ref="Tombs">the hollow grave</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1242">They laid <persName>Abdaldar</persName>'s corpse,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1243">And levelled over him <rs type="place" ref="desert">the
                           desert</rs> dust.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg140">
                     <l rend="i0" n="1244">The Sun arose, ascending from beneath</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1245">The horizon's circling line.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1246">As Thalaba to his ablutions went,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1247">Lo! <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">the
                           grave</rs> open, and the corpse exposed!</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1248">It was not that the winds of night</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1249">Had swept away the sands that covered it,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1250">For heavy with the undried dew</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1251">
                        <rs type="place" ref="desert">The desert dust</rs> was
                        dark and close around;</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1252">And the night air had been so moveless calm,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1253">It had not from the grove</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1254">Shaken a ripe date down.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg141">
                     <l rend="i4" n="1255">Amazed to hear the tale</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1256">Forth from the tent came <persName>Moath</persName> and
                        his child.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1257">Awhile the thoughtful man surveyed the corpse</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1258">Silent with downward eyes,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1259">Then turning spake to <persName>Thalaba</persName> and
                     <l rend="i0" n="1260">"I have heard that there are places by the abode</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1261">"Of holy men, so holily possessed,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1262">"That if a corpse be buried there, the ground</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1263">"With a convulsive effort shakes it out,
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_39">
                              <p> And <persName>Elisha</persName> died, and they buried him. And the
                                 bands of the <orgName>Moabites</orgName> invaded the land at the
                                 coming in of the year. </p>
                              <p> And it came to pass as they were burying a man, that behold they
                                 spied a band of men; and they cast the man into the <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under">sepulchre of Elisha</rs>: and
                                 when the man was let down, and touched the bones of Elisha, he
                                 revived and stood up on his feet. <bibl>II. <title>
                                       <hi rend="italic">Kings.</hi>
                                    </title> XIII. 20. 21. </bibl>
                              <p> I must remind my readers that an allusion to the <bibl>Old
                                    Testament</bibl> is no ways improper in a Mohammedan. </p>
                              <p> It happened the dead corps of a man was cast ashore at
                                    <placeName>Chatham</placeName>, and being taken up was buried
                                 decently in the Church yard; now there was an image or rood in the
                                 Church called our Lady of Chatham, this Lady, say the Monks, went
                                 the next night and roused up the Clerk, telling him that a sinful
                                 person was buried near the place where she was worshipped, who
                                 offended her eyes with his ghastly grinning, and unless he were
                                 removed, to the great grief of good people she must remove from
                                 thence and could work no more miracles. Therefore she desired him
                                 to go with her to take him up, and throw him into the river again:
                                 which being done, soon after the body floated again, and was taken
                                 up and <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">buried in
                                    the Church yard</rs>; but from that time all miracles ceased,
                                 and the place where he was buried did continually sink downwards.
                                 This tale is still remembered by some aged people, receiving it by
                                 tradition from the popish times of darkness and idolatry.
                                    <bibl>Admirable Curiosities, Rarites and Wonders in
                     <l rend="i0" n="1264">"Impatient of pollution. Have the feet</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1265">"Of Prophet or Apostle blest this place?</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1266">"<persName>Ishmael</persName>, or
                           <persName>Houd</persName>, or <persName>Saleh</persName>, or than
                     <l rend="i0" n="1267">"<persName>Mohammed</persName>, holier name? or is the
                     <l rend="i0" n="1268">"So foul with magic and all blasphemy,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1269">"That <placeName ref="Earth_planet">Earth</placeName>
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_40">
                                 <bibl>Matthew of Westminister</bibl> says the history of the Old
                                 Woman of <placeName>Berkeley</placeName>, will not appear
                                 incredible, if we read <bibl>the dialogue of St. Gregory</bibl> in
                                 which he relates how the body of a man buried in the church was
                                 thrown out by the Devils: <persName>Charles Martel</persName> also
                                 because he had appropriated great part of the tythes to pay his
                                 soldiers, was most miserably by the wicked Spirits taken bodily out
                                 of <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">his grave</rs>. </p>
                                 <rs type="place" ref="Turkey">The Turks </rs>report, as a certain
                                 truth, that the corps of Heyradin Barbarossa was found, four or
                                 five times, out of the ground, lying by <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">his sepulchre</rs>, after he had
                                 been there inhumed: nor could they possibly make him lie quiet in
                                 his grave, till a Greek wizzard counselled them to bury a black dog
                                 together with the body; which done, he lay still, and gave them no
                                 farther trouble. <bibl>Morgan's History of Algiers.</bibl>
                              <p> In supernatural affairs dogs seem to possess a sedative virtue.
                                 When peace was made, about the year 1170, between the Earls of
                                    <placeName>Holland</placeName>, and
                                    <placeName>Flanders</placeName>, "it was concluded that Count
                                 Floris should send unto Count Philip, a thousand men, expert in
                                 making of ditches, to stop the hole which had beene made neere unto
                                 Dam, or the Sluce, whereby the countrey was drowned round about at
                                 everie high sea; the which the Flemings could by no meanes fil up,
                                 neither with wood, nor any other matter, for that all sunke as in a
                                 gulfe without any bottome; whereby, in succession of time,
                                    <placeName>Bruges</placeName> and all that jurisdiction, had
                                 been in danger to have bin lost by inundation, and to become all
                                 sea, if it were not speedily repaired. Count Floris having taken
                                 possession of the isle of Walchran, returned into
                                    <placeName>Holland</placeName>, from whence hee sent the best
                                 workmen he could find in all his countries, into
                                    <placeName>Flanders</placeName>, to make dikes and causeies, and
                                 to stop the hole neere unto this Dam, or Sluce, and to recover the
                                 drowned land. These diggers being come to the place, they found at
                                 the entrie of this bottomlesse hole a Sea-dog, the which for six
                                 dayes together, did nothing but crie out and howle very fearefully.
                                 They, not knowing what it might signifie, having consulted of this
                                 accident, they resolved to cast this dogge into the hole. There was
                                 a mad-headed Hollander among the rest, who going into the bottome
                                 of the dike, tooke the dogge by the taile, and cast him into the
                                 middest of the gulfe; then speedily they cast earth and torfe into
                                 it, so as they found a bottome, and by little and little filled it
                                 up. And for that many workemen came to the repairing of this dike,
                                 who for that they would not be far from their worke, coucht in
                                 Cabines, which seemed to be a pretie towne. Count Philip gave unto
                                 all these Hollanders, Zeelanders and others, that would inhabit
                                 there, as much land as they could recover from
                                    <placeName>Dam</placeName> to <placeName>Ardenbourg</placeName>,
                                 for them and their successors, for ever, with many other immunities
                                 and freedoms. By reason whereof many planted themselves there, and
                                 in succession of time, made a good towne there, the which by reason
                                 of this dog, which they cast into the hole, they named <hi rend="italic">Hondtsdam</hi>, that is to say, <hi rend="italic">a dog's sluce</hi>; <hi rend="italic">Dam</hi> in Flemish
                                 signifying a sluce, and <hi rend="italic">Hondt</hi> a dog: and
                                 therefore at this day, the said towne (which is simply called <hi rend="italic">Dam</hi>) carrieth a dog in their armes and
                                 blason. <bibl>Grimestone's Historie of the
                              </bibl>, 1608. </p>
                         like Heaven rejects him? it is best</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1270">"Forsake the station. Let us strike our tent.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1271">"The place is tainted ... and behold</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1272">"The Vulture
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_41">
                              <p> The Vulture is very serviceable in <placeName>Arabia</placeName>,
                                 clearing the earth of all carcases, which corrupt very rapidly in
                                 hot countries. He also destroys the field mice which multiply so
                                 prodigiously in some provinces, that were it not for this
                                 assistance, the peasant might cease from the culture of the fields
                                 as absolutely vain. Their performance of these important services
                                 induced <rs type="place" ref="Egypt">the antient Egyptians</rs> to
                                 pay those birds divine honours, and even at present it is held
                                 unlawful to kill them in all the countries which they frequent.
                         hovers yonder, and his scream</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1273">"Chides us that we still we scare him from his
                     <l rend="i4" n="1274">"So let the accursed one</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1275">"Find fitting sepulchre."</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg142">
                     <l rend="i2" n="1276">Then from the pollution of death</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1277">With water they made themselves pure,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1278">And <persName>Thalaba</persName> drew up</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1279">The fastening of the cords,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1280">And <persName>Moath</persName> furled the tent,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1281">And from the grove of palms <persName>Oneiza</persName>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1282">The Camels, ready to receive their load.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg143">
                     <l rend="i4" n="1283">The dews had ceased to steam</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1284">Towards the climbing Sun,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1285">When from the <placeName>Isle of Palms</placeName> they
                        went their way.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1286">And when the Sun had reached his southern height,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1287">As back they turned their eyes,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1288">The distant Palms arose</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1289">Like to the top-sails of some far-off fleet</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1290">Distinctly seen, where else</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1291">The <placeName ref="Ocean">Ocean</placeName> bounds had
                        blended with <rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest" ref="sky">the
                     <l rend="i4" n="1292">And when the eve came on</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1293">The sight returning reached the grove no more.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1294">They planted the pole of their tent,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1295">And they laid them down to repose.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg144">
                     <l rend="i2" n="1296">At midnight <persName>Thalaba</persName> started up,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1297">For he felt that the ring on his finger was moved.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1298">He called on <name type="divin">Allah</name> aloud,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1299">And he called on the Prophet's name.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1300">Moath arose in alarm,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1301">"What ails thee Thalaba?" he cried,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1302">"Is the Robber of night at hand?"</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1303">"Dost thou not see," the youth exclaimed,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1304">"A Spirit in the Tent?"</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1305">
                        <persName>Moath</persName> looked round and said,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1306">"The moon beam shines in the Tent,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1307">"I see thee stand in the light,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1308">"And thy shadow is black on the ground."</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg145">
                     <l rend="i4" n="1309">Thalaba answered not.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1310">"Spirit!" he cried, "what brings thee here?</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1311">"In the name of the Prophet, speak,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1312">"In the name of <name type="divin">Allah</name>,
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg146">
                     <l rend="i0" n="1313">He ceased, and there was silence in the Tent.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1314">"Dost thou not hear?" quoth
                     <l rend="i4" n="1315">The listening man replied,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1316">"I hear the wind, that flaps</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1317">"The curtain of the Tent.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg147">
                     <l rend="i2" n="1318">"The Ring! the Ring!" the youth exclaimed.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1319">"For that the Spirit of Evil comes,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1320">"By that I see, by that I hear.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1321">"In the name of <name type="divin">God</name>, I ask
                     <l rend="i2" n="1322">"Who was he that slew my Father?"</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg148">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1323">DEMON.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg149">
                     <l rend="i2" n="1324">Master of the powerful Ring!</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1325">
                        <persName>Okba</persName>, the wise Magician, did the
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg150">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1326">THALABA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg151">
                     <l rend="i2" n="1327">Where does the Murderer dwell?</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg152">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1328">DEMON.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg153">
                     <l rend="i4" n="1329">In the <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Domdaniel_Cave">Domdaniel caverns</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1330">
                        <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Under_Ocean">Under the Roots of the Ocean</rs>.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg154">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1331">THALABA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg155">
                     <l rend="i0" n="1332">Why were my Father and my brethren slain?</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg156">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1333">DEMON.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg157">
                     <l rend="i2" n="1334">We knew from the <orgName>race of Hodeirah</orgName>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1335">The destined destroyer would come.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg158">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1336">THALABA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg159">
                     <l rend="i2" n="1337">Bring me my father's sword.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg160">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1338">DEMON.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg161">
                     <l rend="i2" n="1339">A fire surrounds the fated-sword,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1340">No Spirit or Magician's hand</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1341">Can pierce that guardian flame.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg162">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1342">THALABA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg163">
                     <l rend="i2" n="1343">Bring me his bow and his arrows.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg164">
                     <l rend="i0" n="1344">Distinctly <persName>Moath</persName> heard his voice,
                        and She</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1345">Who thro' <rs type="metaplace" subtype="barrier">the Veil
                           of Separation</rs>, watched</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1346">All sounds in listening terror, whose suspense</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1347">Forbade the aid of prayer.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1348">They heard the voice of Thalaba;</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1349">But when the Spirit spake, the motionless air</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1350">Felt not the subtle sounds,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1351">Too fine for mortal sense.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg165">
                     <l rend="i0" n="1352">On a sudden the rattle of arrows was heard,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1353">And the quiver was laid at the feet of the youth,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1354">And in his hand they saw Hodeirah's Bow.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1355">He eyed the Bow, he twanged the string,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1356">And his heart bounded to the joyous tone.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1357">Anon he raised his voice, and cried</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1358">"Go thy way, and never more,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1359">"<name type="myth">Evil Spirit</name>, haunt our
                     <l rend="i4" n="1360">"By the virtue of the Ring,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1361">"By <persName>Mohammed</persName>'s holier might,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1362">"By the holiest name of God,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1363">"Thee and all the Powers of Hell</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1364">"I adjure and I command</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1365">"Never more to trouble us!"</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg166">
                     <l rend="i4" n="1366">Nor ever from that hour</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1367">Did <name type="myth">rebel Spirit</name> on the Tent
                     <l rend="i4" n="1368">Such virtue had the Spell.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg167">
                     <l rend="i2" n="1369">And peacefully the vernal years</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1370">Of <persName>Thalaba</persName> past on.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1371">Till now without an effort he could bend</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1372">
                        <persName>Hodeirah</persName>'s stubborn Bow.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1373">Black were his eyes and bright,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1374">The sunny hue of health</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1375">Glowed on his tawny cheek,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1376">His lip was darkened by maturing life;</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1377">Strong were his shapely limbs, his stature tall;</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1378">He was a comely youth.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg168">
                     <l rend="i4" n="1379">Compassion for the child</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1380">Had first old <persName>Moath</persName>'s kindly heart
                     <l rend="i0" n="1381">An orphan, wailing in the wilderness.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1382">But when he heard his tale, his wonderous tale,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1383">Told by the Boy with such eye-speaking truth,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1384">Now with sudden bursts of anger,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1385">Now in the agony of tears,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1386">And now in flashes of prophetic joy.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1387">What had been pity became reverence,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1388">And like a sacred trust from Heaven</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1389">The old man cherished him.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1390">Now with a father's love,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1391">Child of his choice, he loved the Boy,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1392">And like a father to the Boy was dear.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1393">
                        <persName>Oneiza</persName> called him brother, and the
                     <l rend="i0" n="1394">More fondly than a brother, loved the maid,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1395">The loveliest of Arabian maidens she.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1396">How happily the years</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1397">Of Thalaba went by!</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg169">
                     <l rend="i0" n="1398">It was the wisdom and the will of <name type="divin">Heaven</name>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1399">That in a lonely tent had cast</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1400">The lot of <persName>Thalaba</persName>.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1401">There might his soul develope best</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1402">Its strengthening energies;</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1403">There might he from <placeName ref="the_world">the
                     <l rend="i0" n="1404">Keep his heart pure and uncontaminate,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1405">Till at the written hour he should be found</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1406">Fit servant of <name type="divin">the Lord</name>,
                        without a spot.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg170">
                     <l rend="i0" n="1407">Years of his youth, how rapidly ye fled</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1408">In that beloved solitude!</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1409">Is the morn fair, and does the freshening breeze</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1410">Flow with cool current o'er his cheek?</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1411">Lo! underneath the broad-leaved sycamore</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1412">With lids half closed he lies,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1413">Dreaming of days to come.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1414">His dog
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_42">
                              <p> The <orgName>Bedouins</orgName>, who, at all points, are less
                                 superstitious than the <orgName>Turks</orgName>, have a breed of
                                 very tall greyhounds, which likewise mount guard around their
                                 tents; but they take great care of these useful servants, and have
                                 such an affection for them, that to kill the dog of a Bedouin would
                                 be to endanger your own life. <bibl>Sonnini.</bibl>
                         beside him, in mute blandishment,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1415">Now licks his listless hand,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1416">Now lifts an anxious and expectant eye</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1417">Courting the wonted caress.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg171">
                     <l rend="i2" n="1418">Or comes the Father
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_43">
                              <p> The <orgName>Arabs</orgName> call the West and South West winds
                                 which prevail from November to February, <hi rend="italic">the
                                    fathers of the rains.</hi>
                         of the Rains</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1419">From his <rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest">Caves in
                           the uttermost West</rs>,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1420">Comes he in darkness and storms?</l>
                     <l rend="i6" n="1421">When the blast is loud,</l>
                     <l rend="i6" n="1422">When the waters fill</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1423">The Travellers tread in the sands,</l>
                     <l rend="i6" n="1424">When the pouring shower</l>
                     <l rend="i6" n="1425">Streams adown the roof,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1426">When the door-curtain hangs in heavier folds,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1427">When the outstrained tent flags loosely,</l>
                     <l rend="i6" n="1428">Comfort is within,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1429">The embers chearful glow,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1430">The sound of the familiar voice,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1431">The song that lightens toil.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1432">Under the common shelter on dry sand</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1433">The quiet Camels ruminate their food;</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1434">From <persName>Moath</persName> falls the lengthening
                     <l rend="i4" n="1435">As patiently the old Man</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1436">Intwines the strong palm-fibers;
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_44">
                              <p> See Note 15. Book I. </p>
                              <p> Of the Palm leaves they make mattresses, baskets and brooms; and
                                 of the branches, all sorts of cage work, square baskets for packing
                                 that serve for many uses instead of boxes; and the ends of the
                                 boughs that grow next to the trunk being beaten like flax, the
                                 fibres separate, and being tied together at the narrow end, they
                                 serve for brooms. <bibl>Pococke.</bibl>
                         by the hearth</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1437">The Damsel shakes the coffee-grains,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1438">That with warm fragrance fill the tent;</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1439">And while with dextrous fingers,
                     <l rend="i0" n="1440">Shapes the green basket,
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_45">
                                 <rs type="science" subtype="botany">The Doum, or wild palm tree,
                                    grows in abundance, from which these people when necessity
                                    renders them industrious, find great advantage. The shepherds,
                                    mule drivers, camel drivers, and travellers, gather the leaves,
                                    of which they make mats, fringes, baskets, hats, shooaris or
                                    large wallets to carry corn, twine, ropes, girths and covers for
                                    their pack saddles. This plant, with which also they heat their
                                    ovens, produces a mild and resinous fruit, that ripens in Sept.
                                    and Oct. It is in form like the raisin, contains a kernel and is
                                    astringent, and very proper to temper and counteract the effects
                                    of the watery and laxative fruits, of which these people in
                                    summer make an immoderate use. That Power which is ever
                                    provident to all, has spread this wild plant over <rs type="place" ref="Arabia">their deserts</rs> to supply an
                                    infinity of wants that would otherwise heavily burthen a people
                                    so poor. </rs>
                         haply at his feet</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1441">Her favourite kidling gnaws the twig,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1442">Forgiven plunderer, for <persName>Oneiza</persName>'s
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg172">
                     <l rend="i2" n="1443">Or when the winter torrent rolls</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1444">Down the deep-channelled rain-course, foamingly,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1445">Dark with its mountain spoils,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1446">With bare feet pressing the wet sand</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1447">There wanders <persName>Thalaba</persName>,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1448">The rushing flow, the flowing roar,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1449">Filling his yielded faculties;</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1450">A vague, a dizzy, a tumultuous joy.</l>
                     <l rend="i1" n="1451">... Or lingers it a vernal brook
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_46">
                              <p> "We passed two of those vallies so common in
                                    <placeName>Arabia</placeName>, which when heavy rains fall, are
                                 filled with water, and are then called <hi rend="italic">wadi</hi>
                                 or rivers, altho' perfectly dry at other times of the year.—We now
                                 drew nearer to the river of which a branch was dry, and having its
                                 channel filled with reeds growing to the height of 20 feet, served
                                 as a line of road which was agreably shaded by the reeds.
                              <p> My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a brook, and as the stream
                                 of brooks they pass away. </p>
                              <p> Which are blackish by reason of the ice, and wherein the snow is
                                 hid: </p>
                              <p> What time they wax warm they vanish; when it is hot they are
                                 consumed out of their place. </p>
                              <p> The paths of their way are turned aside; they go to nothing and
                                 perish. <bibl>Job.</bibl> VI. 15. </p>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1452">Gleaming o'er yellow sands?</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1453">Beneath the lofty bank reclined,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1454">With idle eye he views its little waves,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1455">Quietly listening to the quiet flow;</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1456">While in the breathings of the stirring gale</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1457">The tall canes bend above,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1458">Floating like streamers on the wind</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1459">Their lank uplifted leaves.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg173">
                     <l rend="i0" n="1460">Nor rich,
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_47">
                              <p> The simplicity, or, perhaps, more properly, the poverty, of the
                                 lower class of the <orgName>Bedouins</orgName>, is proportionate to
                                 that of their chiefs. All the wealth of a family consists of
                                 moveables, of which the following is a pretty exact inventory. A
                                 few male and female camels, some goats and poultry, a mare and her
                                 bridle and saddle, a tent, a lance sixteen feet long, a crooked
                                 sabre, a rusty musket, with a flint or matchlock; a pipe, a
                                 portable mill, a pot for cooking, a leathern bucket, a small coffee
                                 roaster, a mat, some clothes, a mantle of black woollen, and a few
                                 glass or silver rings, which the women wear upon their legs and
                                 arms; if none of these are wanting, their furniture is complete.
                                 But what the poor man stands most in need of, and what he takes
                                 most pleasure in, is his mare; for this animal is his principal
                                 support. With his mare the Bedouin makes his excursions against
                                 hostile tribes, or seeks plunder in the country, and on the
                                 highways. The mare is preferred to the horse, because she does not
                                 neigh, is more docile, and yields milk, which on occasion,
                                 satisfies the thirst and even the hunger of her master.
                              <p> The Shaik, says Volney, with whom I resided in the country of
                                    <placeName>Gaza</placeName>, about the end of <date>1784</date>,
                                 passed for one of the most powerful of those districts; yet it did
                                 not appear to me that his expenditure was greater than that of an
                                 opulent farmer. His personal effects, consisting in a few pelisses,
                                 carpets, arms, horses, and camels, could not be estimated at more
                                 than fifty thousand livres (a little above two thousand pounds);
                                 and it must be observed that in this calculation four mares of the
                                 breed of racers are valued at six thousand livres, (two hundred and
                                 fifty pounds), and each camel at ten pounds sterling. We must not
                                 therefore, when we speak of the <orgName>Bedouins</orgName>, affix
                                 to the words Prince and Lord, the ideas they usually convey; we
                                 should come nearer the truth by comparing them to substantial
                                 farmers, in mountainous countries, whose simplicity they resemble
                                 in their dress as well as in their domestic life and manners. A
                                 Shaik, who has the command of five hundred horse, does not disdain
                                 to saddle and bridle his own, nor to give him his barley and
                                 chopped straw. In his tent, his wife makes the coffee, kneeds the
                                 dough, and superintends the dressing of the victuals. His daughters
                                 and kinswomen wash the linen, and go with pitchers on their heads,
                                 and veils over their faces, to draw water from the fountain. These
                                 manners agree precisely with the descriptions in
                                 <bibl>Homer</bibl>, and the history of
                                 <persName>Abraham</persName>, in <bibl>Genesis</bibl>. But it must
                                 be owned that it is difficult to form a just idea of them without
                                 having ourselves been eye witnesses. <bibl>Volney.</bibl>
                         nor poor, was <persName>Moath</persName>;<name type="divin">God</name>had given</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1461">Enough, and blest him with a mind content.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1462">No hoarded
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_48">
                              <p> Thus confined to the most absolute necessaries of life, the
                                    <orgName>Arabs</orgName> have as little industry as their wants
                                 are few; all their arts consist in weaving their clumsy tents, and
                                 in making mats and butter. Their whole commerce only extends to the
                                 exchanging camels, kids, stallions and milk; for arms, clothing, a
                                 little rice or corn, and money, <hi rend="italic">which they
                         gold disquieted his dreams;</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1463">But ever round his station he beheld</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1464">Camels that knew his voice,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1465">And home-birds, grouping at <persName>Oneiza</persName>'s
                     <l rend="i4" n="1466">And goats that, morn and eve,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1467">Came with full udders to the Damsel's hand.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1468">Dear child! the Tent beneath whose shade they dwelt</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1469">That was her work; and she had twined</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1470">His girdle's many-hues;</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1471">And he had seen his robe</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1472">Grow in Oneiza's loom.
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_49">
                              <p> The chief manufacture among the <orgName>Arabs</orgName> is the
                                 making <hi rend="italic">of Hykes</hi> as they call woollen
                                 blankets, and webs of goat's hair for their Tents. The Women alone
                                 are employed in this work, as <persName>Andromache</persName> and
                                    <persName>Penelope</persName> were of old; who make no use of a
                                 shuttle, but conduct every thread of the woof with their fingers.
                     <l rend="i0" n="1473">How often with a memory-mingled joy</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1474">That made her Mother live before his sight,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1475">He watched her nimble finders thread the woof!</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1476">Or at the hand-mill
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_50">
                              <p> </p>
                                 <p>If mine heart have been deceived by a woman, or if I have laid
                                    wait at my neighbour's door.<lb/> Then let my wife grind unto
                                    another. <bibl>
                                       <title>Job</title>. XXXI. 9. 10.</bibl>
                         when she knelt and toiled,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1477">Tost the thin cake on spreading palm,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1478">Or fixed it on the glowing oven's side</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1479">With bare
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_51">
                                 <rs type="place" ref="Arabia">I was much amused by observing the
                                       dexterity of the <orgName>Arab women</orgName> in baking
                                       their bread.</rs> They have a small place built with clay,
                                    between two and three feet high, having a hole at the bottom,
                                    for the convenience of drawing out the ashes, something similar
                                    to that of a lime kiln. The oven (which I think is the most
                                    proper name for this place) is usually about fifteen inches wide
                                    at the top, and gradually grows wider to the bottom. It is
                                    heated with wood, and when sufficiently hot, and perfectly clear
                                    from smoke, having nothing but clear embers at bottom (which
                                    continue to reflect great heat), they prepare the dough in a
                                    large bowl, and mould the cakes to the desired size on a board
                                    or stone placed near the oven. After they have kneaded the cake
                                    to a proper consistence, they pat it a little, then toss it
                                    about with great dexterity in one hand, till it is as thin as
                                    they choose to make it. They then wet one side of it with water,
                                    at the same time wetting the hand and arm, with which they put
                                    it into the oven. The wet side of the cake adheres fast to the
                                    side of the oven till it is sufficiently baked when if not paid
                                    sufficient attention to, it would fall down among the embers. If
                                    they were not exceedingly quick at this work, the heat of the
                                    oven would burn the skin from off their hands and arms; but with
                                    such amazing dexterity do they perform it, that one woman will
                                    continue keeping three or four cakes at a time in the oven till
                                    she has done baking. This mode, let me add, does not require
                                    half the fuel that is made use of in
                                       <placeName>Europe</placeName>. <bibl>Jackson.</bibl>
                         wet arm, in safe dexterity.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg174">
                     <l rend="i4" n="1480">'Tis the cool evening hour:</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1481">The Tamarind from the dew</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1482">Sheaths
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_52">
                                 <rs type="science" subtype="botany">Tamarinds grow on great trees,
                                    full of branches whereof the leaves are not bigger than, nor
                                    unlike to the leaves of pimpernel, only something longer. The
                                    flower at first is like the peaches, but at last turns white,
                                    and puts forth its fruit at the end of certain strings: as soon
                                    as the sun is set, the leaves close up the fruit, to preserve it
                                    from the dew, and open as soon as that luminary appears again.
                                    The fruit at first is green, but ripening it becomes of a dark
                                    grey, drawing towards a red, inclosed in husks, brown or twany,
                                    of taste a little bitter, like our prunelloes. The tree is as
                                    big as a walnut-tree, full of leaves, bearing its fruit at the
                                    branches, like the sheath of a knife, but not so straight,
                                    rather bent like a bow.</rs>
                         its young fruit, yet green.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1483">Before their Tent the mat is spread,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1484">The old man's aweful voice</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1485">Intones
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_53">
                              <p> I have often, says <persName>Niebuhr</persName>, heard the
                                    <orgName>Sheiks</orgName> sing passages from the
                                    <bibl>Koran</bibl>, they never strain the voice by attempting to
                                 raise it too high, and this natural music pleased me very much.</p>
                                 <rs type="place" ref="the_East">The airs of the
                                       <orgName>Orientals</orgName> are all grave and simple. They
                                    chuse their singers to sing so distinctly that every word may be
                                    comprehended. When several instruments are played at once and
                                    accompanied by the voice, you hear them all render the same
                                    melody, unless some one mingles a running base, either singing
                                    or playing, always in the same key. If this music is not greatly
                                    to our taste, ours is as little to the taste of the
                                 <bibl>Niebuhr. Description.</bibl>
                         the holy Book.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1486">What if beneath no lamp-illumined dome,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1487">Its marble walls
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_54">
                                 <rs type="building" subtype="temple">The Mosques, which they
                                    pronounce Mesg jid, are built exactly in the fashion of our
                                    Churches, where instead of such Seats and Benches as we make use
                                    of, they only strew the Floor with Mats, upon which they perform
                                    the several sittings and prostrations that are enjoyned in their
                                    religion. Near the middle, particularly of the principal Mosque
                                    of each city, there is a large pulpit erected, which is
                                    ballustraded round, with about half a dozen steps leading up to
                                    it.</rs> Upon these (for I am told none are permitted to enter
                                 the pulpit) the Mufty or one of the <orgName>Im-ams</orgName>
                                 placeth himself every Friday, the day of the congregation, as they
                                 call it, and from thence either explaineth some part or other of
                                 the <bibl>Coran</bibl>, or else exhorteth the people to piety and
                                 good works. That end of these Mosques, which regards
                                    <placeName>Mecca</placeName>, whither they direct themselves
                                 throughout the whole course of their devotions, is called the
                                 Kiblah, in which there is commonly a nich, representing as a
                                 judicious writer conjectures, the presence, and at the same time
                                 the invisibility of the <name type="divin">Deity</name>. There is
                                 usually a square tower erected at the other end, with a flag-staff
                                 upon the top of it. Hither the cryer ascends at the appointed
                                 times, and displaying a small flag, advertised the people with a
                                 loud voice, from each side of the battlements, of the hour of
                                 prayer. These places of the <orgName>Mahometan</orgName> worship,
                                 together with the Mufty, Im-ams and other persons belonging to
                                 them, are maintained out of certain revenues arising from the rents
                                 of lands and houses, either left by will or set apart by the public
                                 for that use. <bibl>Shaw.</bibl>
                                 <rs type="building" subtype="temple">All the Mosques are built
                                    nearly in the same style. They are of an oblong square form, and
                                    covered in the middle with a large dome, on the top of which is
                                    fixed a gilt crescent. In front there is a handsome portico
                                    covered with several small cupolas, and raised one step above
                                    the pavement of the court. The Turks sometimes in the hot
                                    season, perform their devotions there; and between the columns,
                                    upon cross iron bars, are suspended a number of lamps, for
                                    illuminations on the Thursday nights and on all festivals. The
                                    entrance into the Mosque is by one large door. All these
                                    edifices are solidly built of freestone, and in several the
                                    domes are covered with lead. The minarets stand on one side
                                    adjoining to the body of the Mosque. They are sometimes square,
                                    but more commonly round and taper, the gallery for the maazeen,
                                    or cryers, projecting a little from the column near the top, has
                                    some resemblance to a rude capital; and from this the spire
                                    tapering more in proportion than before, soon terminates in a
                                    point crowned with a crescent.</rs>
                                 <bibl>Russel's Aleppo.</bibl>
                         bedecked with flourished truth,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1488">Azure and gold adornment? sinks the <rs type="script" subtype="holy">Word</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1489">With deeper influence from the Imam's voice,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1490">Where in the day of congregation, crowds</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1491">Perform the duty task?</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1492">Their Father is their Priest,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1493">The <rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest">Stars of
                           Heaven</rs> their point
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_55">
                                 <placeName ref="the_Keabé">The Keabé</placeName> is the point of
                                 direction and the centre of union for the prayers of the
                                    <orgName>whole human race</orgName>, as the Beïth-mâmour
                                    <note style="double" type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="NN_d"> Beïth mâmour, which means the house of prosperity and
                                       felicity, is the ancient Keabé of
                                          <placeName>Mecca</placeName>, which according to
                                       tradition, was taken up into heaven by the Angels at the
                                       deluge, where it was placed perpendicularly over the present
                                  is for those of all the celestial beings; <rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest" ref="the_Kursy">the
                                    <note style="double" type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="NN_e">
                                       <rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest" ref="the_Kursy">Kursy,
                                          which signifies a seat, is the <rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest" ref="8th_Firmament">8th
                                  for those of the four Arch angels, and <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin" ref="the_Arsch">the Arsch</rs>
                                    <note style="double" type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="NN_f">
                                       <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin" ref="throne_of_God">Arsch is the throne of <name type="divin">the
                                             Almighty</name>, which is thought to be placed on <rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest" ref="9th_Firmament">the ninth</rs>, which is the higher of the
                                  for those of the cherubims and seraphims who guard the <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin" ref="throne_of_God">throne of the Almighty</rs>.
                                 The inhabitants of <placeName>Mecca</placeName>, who enjoy the
                                 happiness of contemplating <placeName ref="the_Keabé">the
                                    Keabé</placeName>, are obliged when they pray to fix their eyes
                                 upon the sanctuary; but they who are at a distance from this
                                 valuable privilege are required only during prayer to direct their
                                 attention towards that hallowed edifice. The believer who is
                                 ignorant of the position of <placeName ref="the_Keabé">the
                                    Keabé</placeName> must use every endeavour to gain a knowledge
                                 of it; and after he has shown great solicitude, whatever be his
                                 success, his prayer is valid. <bibl>D'Ohsson.</bibl>
                         of prayer,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1494">And <rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest" ref="sky">blue
                     <l rend="i2" n="1495">The glorious Temple, where they feel</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1496">
                        <name type="divin">The present Deity</name>.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg175">
                     <l rend="i2" n="1497">Yet thro' the purple glow of eve</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1498">Shines dimly the white moon.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1499">The slackened bow, the quiver, the long lance,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1500">Rest on the pillar
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_56">
                              <p> The <orgName>Bedoweens</orgName> live in <rs type="building" subtype="tent">tents</rs>, called <hi rend="italic">Hhymas</hi>,
                                 from the shade they afford the inhabitants, and <rs type="building" subtype="tent">
                                 <hi rend="italic">Beet el Shar</hi>, Houses of
                                    hair</rs>, from the matter they are made of. They are the same
                                 with what <orgName>the Antients</orgName> called <rs type="building" subtype="tent">Mapalia, which being then, as
                                    they are to this day, secured from the heat and inclemency of
                                    the weather, by a covering only of such hair cloth, as our coal
                                    sacks are made of, might very justly be described by
                                       <persName>Virgil</persName> to have thin roofs. When we find
                                    any number of them together (and I have seen from 3 to 300) then
                                    they are usually placed in a circle, and constitute a Dou-war.
                                    The fashion of each tent is the same, being of an oblong figure,
                                    not unlike the bottom of a ship turned upside down, as Satlust
                                    hath long ago described them. However they differ in bigness,
                                    according to the number of people who live in them: and are
                                    accordingly supported, some with one pillar, others with two or
                                    three: whilst a curtain or carpet placed, upon occasion, at each
                                    of these divisions, separateth the whole into so many
                                    apartments. The pillar which I have mentioned, is a straight
                                    pole, 8 or 10 feet high and 3 or 4 inches in thickness, serving,
                                    not only to support the tent, but being full of hooks fixd there
                                    for the purpose, the Arabs hang upon it their cloaths, baskets,
                                    saddles, and accoutrements of war. Holofernes, as we read in
                                       <title>Judith, 13. 16</title>. made the like use of the
                                    pillar of his tent, by hanging his fauchin upon it, it is there
                                    called the <hi rend="italic">pillar of the bed</hi>, from the
                                    custom perhaps, that hath always prevailed, of having the upper
                                    end of the carpet, matrass, or whatever else they lie upon,
                                    turned from the skirts of the tent that way. But the Κωνωπειον,
                                    Canopy as we render it (ver. 9) should I presume, be rather
                                    called the gnat or muskeeta net, which is a close curtain of
                                    gauze or fine linnen, used all over <placeName ref="Levant">the
                                       Levant</placeName>, by people of better fashion, to keep out
                                    the flies. The Arabs have nothing of this kind; who in taking
                                    their rest, lie horizontally upon the ground, without bed,
                                    matrass or pillow, wrapping themselves up only in their <hi rend="italic">Hykes</hi>, and lying, as they find room upon a
                                    mat or carpet, in the middle or corner of the tent. Those who
                                    are married, have each of them a corner of the tent, cantoned
                                    off with a curtain.</rs>
                              <p> The tents of <orgName>the Moors</orgName> are somewhat of a conic
                                 form, are seldom more than 8 or 10 feet high in the centre, and
                                 from 20 to 25 in length. Like those of the remotest antiquity,
                                 their figure is that of a ship overset, the keel of which is only
                                 seen. These tents are made of twine, composed of goat's hair,
                                 camel's wool, and the leaves of the wild palm, so that they keep
                                 out water; but, being black, they produce a disagreable effect at a
                                 distant view. <bibl>Chenier.</bibl>
                         of <rs type="building" subtype="tent">the Tent</rs>.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1501">Knitting light palm-leaves
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_57">
                              <p> In the kingdom of <placeName>Imam</placeName> the men of all ranks
                                 shave their heads. In some other countries of
                                    <placeName>Yemen</placeName> all <orgName>the Arabs</orgName>,
                                 even the <orgName>Sheiks</orgName> themselves, let their hair grow
                                 and wear neither bonnet nor <hi rend="italic">Sasch</hi>, but a
                                 handkerchief instead, in which they tie the hair behind. Some let
                                 it fall upon their shoulders and bind a small cord round their
                                 heads instead of a turban. The <orgName>Bedouins</orgName> upon the
                                 frontiers of <placeName>Hedsjas</placeName> and of
                                    <placeName>Yemen</placeName> wear a bonnet of palm leaves,
                                 neatly platted. <bibl>Niebuhr.</bibl>
                         for her brother's brow</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1502">The dark-eyed damsel sits;</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1503">The Old Man tranquilly</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1504">Up his curled pipe inhales</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1505">The tranquillizing herb.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1506">So listen they the reed
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_58">
                              <p> The music of the <orgName>Bedoweens</orgName> rarely consists of
                                 more than one strain, suitable to their homely instruments, and to
                                 their simple invention. The Arabebbah as they call the bladder and
                                 string, is in the highest vogue, and doubtless of great antiquity,
                                 as is also the Gaspah, which is only a common reed, open at each
                                 end, having the side of it bored, with three or more holes,
                                 according to the ability of the Person who is to touch it: tho' the
                                 compass of their tunes rarely or ever exceeds an octave. Yet
                                 sometimes, even in this simplicity of harmony, they observe
                                 something of method and ceremony, for in their historical <hi rend="italic">Cantatas</hi> especially, they have their preludes
                                 and symphonies; each stanza being introduced with a flourish from
                                 the Arabebbah, while the narration itself is accompanied with the
                                 softest touches they are able to make, upon the Gaspah. The Tarr,
                                 another of their instruments, is made like a Sive, consisting (as
                                 Isidore describeth the Tympanum) of a thin rim or hoop of wood,
                                 with a skin of parchment stretched over the top of it. This serves
                                 for the Bass in all their Concerts, which they accordingly touch
                                 very artfully with their fingers, and the knuckles or palms of
                                 their hands, as the time and measure require, or as force and
                                 softness are to be communicated to the several parts of the
                                 performance. The Tarr is undoubtedly the Tympanum of the Antients,
                                 which appears as well from the general use of it all over
                                    <placeName>Barbary</placeName>, <placeName>Egypt</placeName> and
                                    <placeName ref="Levant">the Levant</placeName>, as from the
                                 method of playing upon it, and the figure of the instrument itself,
                                 being exactly of the same fashion, with what we find in the hands
                                 of Cybele and the Bacchanals among the Basso Relievos and Statues
                                 of the Antiets. <bibl>Shaw.</bibl>
                              <p> The <orgName>Arabs</orgName> have the <hi rend="italic">Cussuba,</hi> or cane, which is only a piece of large cane, or
                                 reed, with stops, or holes, like a flute, and somewhat longer,
                                 which they adorn with tossels of black silk and play upon like the
                                 German flute. <bibl>Morgan's Hist. of Algiers.</bibl>
                              <p> The young fellows, in several towns, play prettily enough on pipes
                                 made, and sounding very much like our flagelet, of the thigh bones
                                 of cranes, storks, or such large fowl. <bibl>Morgan's Hist. of
                                 <rs type="place" ref="Libya">How great soever may have been the
                                    reputation the <orgName>Libyans</orgName> once had, of being
                                    famous musicians, and of having invented the pipe or flute</rs>,
                                 called by Greek author <hi rend="italic">Hippophorbos</hi>, I fancy
                                 few of them would be now much liked at our Opera. As for this <hi rend="italic">tibicen</hi>, flute or pipe, it is certainly lost,
                                 except it be the <hi rend="italic">gayta</hi>, somewhat like the
                                 hautbois, called <hi rend="italic">zurna</hi>, in Turkish, a
                                 martial instrument. Julius Pollux, in a chapter entitled <hi rend="italic">de tibiarum specie</hi>, says, <hi rend="italic">Hippophorbos quam quidem Libyes Scenetes invenerunt</hi>, and
                                 again, shewing the use and quality thereof, <hi rend="italic">hæc
                                    verò apud equorum pascua utuntur, ejusque materia decorticata
                                    laurus est, cor enim ligni extractum acutissimam dat sonum</hi>.
                                 The sound of the <hi rend="italic">gayta</hi> agrees well with this
                                 description, tho' not the make. Several Poets mention the <hi rend="italic">tibicen Libycus</hi> and <hi rend="italic">Arabicus</hi>: and Alhenæus quotes Duris, and says, <hi rend="italic">Libycas tibia Poetæ appellant, ut inquit Duris,
                                    libro secundo de rebus gestis Agathoclis, quod Scirites, primus,
                                    ut credunt, tibicinum artis inventor, è gente Nomadum Libycorum
                                    fuerit, primusque tibiä Cerealium hymnorum cantor.</hi>
                                 <bibl>Morgan's Hist. of Algiers.</bibl>
                         of Thalaba,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1507">While his skilled fingers modulate</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1508">The low, sweet, soothing, melancholy tones,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1509">Or if he strung the pearls
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_59">
                              <p> Persæ "pulcherrimâ usi translatione, pro <hi rend="italic">versús
                                    facere</hi> dicunt <hi rend="italic">margaritas nectere;</hi>
                                 quemadmodum in illo Ferdusii versiculo "<hi rend="italic">Siquidem
                                    calami acumine adamantine</hi> margaritas nexi; <hi rend="italic">in scientiæ mare penitus me immersi</hi>."
                                    <bibl>Poeseos Asiaticæ Commentarii.</bibl>
                                 <rs type="place" ref="the_East">This is a favourite Oriental
                                    figure</rs>. "After a little time lifting his head from the
                                 collar of reflection, he removed the talisman of silence from the
                                 treasure of speech, and scattered skirts-full of brilliant gems and
                                 princely pearls before the company in his mirth-exciting
                                 deliveries." <bibl>Bahar Danush.</bibl>
                              <p> Again in the same work—"he began to weigh his stored pearls in the
                                 scales of delivery." </p>
                              <p> Abu Temam, who was an excellent poet himself, used to say, that,
                                 "fine sentiments delivered in prose were like gems scattered at
                                 random; but that when they were confined in a poetical measure,
                                 they resembled bracelets and strings of pearls." <bibl>Sir W.
                                    Jones. <title>Essay on the Poetry of the Eastern
                              <p> In <bibl>Mr. Carlyle's translations from the Arabic</bibl>, a Poet
                                 says of his friends and himself </p>
                                    <l rend="i0">They are a row of Pearls, and I</l>
                                    <l rend="i0">The silken thread on which they lie.</l>
                              <p> I quote from memory, and recollect not the Author's name. It is
                                 somewhat remarkable that the same metaphor is among the
                                 quaintnesses of <bibl>
                                 </bibl>. <q>"Benevolence is the silken thread, that should run
                                    thro' the pearl chain of our virtues."</q>
                                 <bibl>Holy State.</bibl>
                              <p> It seems the <orgName>Arabs</orgName> are still great rhymers, and
                                 their verses are sometimes rewarded, but I should not venture to
                                 say that there are great Poets among them. Yet I was assured in
                                    <placeName>Yemen</placeName> that it is not uncommon to find
                                 them among the wandering Arabs in <placeName ref="Dsjâf">the
                                    country of Dsjâf</placeName>. It is some few years since a Sheik
                                 of these Arabs was in prison at <placeName>Sana</placeName>: seeing
                                 by chance a bird upon a roof opposite to him, he recollected that
                                 the devout <orgName>Mohammedans</orgName> believe they perform an
                                 action agreable to<name type="divin">God</name>in giving liberty to
                                 a bird encaged. He thought therefore he had as much right to
                                 liberty as a bird, and made a poem upon the subject, which was
                                 first learnt by his guards, and then became so popular that at last
                                 it reached the Imam. He was so pleased with it that he liberated
                                 the Sheik, whom he had arrested for his robberies. <bibl>Niebuhr.
                                    Desc. de L'Arabie.</bibl>
                         of Poetry</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1512">Singing with agitated face</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1513">And eloquent arms, and sobs that reach the heart,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1514">A tale
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_60">
                                 <rs type="place" ref="Arabia">They are fond of singing with a
                                    forced voice in the high tones, and one must have lungs like
                                    theirs to support the effort for a quarter of an hour.</rs>
                                 Their airs, in point of character and execution, resemble nothing
                                 we have heard in <placeName>Europe</placeName>, except the
                                 Seguidillas of the <rs type="place" ref="Spain">
                              </rs>. They have divisions more
                                 laboured even than those of the <rs type="place" ref="Italy">
                              </rs>, and cadences and
                                 inflections of tone impossible to be imitated by European throats.
                                 Their performance is accompanied with sighs and gestures, which
                                 paint the passions in a more lively manner than we snould venture
                                 to allow. They may be said to excell most in the melancholy strain.
                                 To behold an Arab with his head inclined, his hand applied to his
                                 ear, his eye brows knit, his eyes languishing; to hear his
                                 plaintive tones, his lengthened notes, his sighs and sobs, it is
                                 almost impossible to refrain from tears, which as their expression
                                 is, are far from bitter: and indeed they must certainly find a
                                 pleasure in shedding them, since among all their songs, they
                                 constantly prefer that which excites them most, as among all
                                 accomplishments singing is that they most admire.
                              <p> All their literature consists in reciting tales and histories, in
                                 the manner of <bibl>the Arabian Nights Entertainments</bibl>. They
                                 have a peculiar passion for such stories: and employ in them almost
                                 all their leisure, of which they have a great deal. In the evening
                                 they seat themselves on the ground at the door of their tents, or
                                 under cover if it be cold, and there, ranged in a circle, round a
                                 little fire of dung, their pipes in their mouths, and their legs
                                 crossed, they sit awhile in silent meditation, till, on a sudden,
                                 one of them breaks forth with, <hi rend="italic">Once upon a
                                    time</hi>,—and continues to recite the adventures of some young
                                 Shaik and female <orgName ref="Bedouins">Bedouin</orgName>: he
                                 relates in what manner the youth first got a secret glimpse of his
                                 mistress, and how he became desperately enamoured of her: he
                                 minutely describes the lovely fair, extols her black eyes, as large
                                 and soft as those of the gazelle; her languid and empassioned
                                 looks; her arched eye brows, resembling two bows of ebony; her
                                 waist, straight and supple as a lance; he forgets not her steps,
                                 light as those of the <hi rend="italic">young filley</hi>, nor her
                                 eye-lashes blackened with <hi rend="italic">kohl</hi>, nor her lips
                                 painted blue, nor her nails, tinged with the golden coloured <hi rend="italic">henna</hi>, nor her breasts, resembling two
                                 pomegranates, nor her words, sweet as honey. He recounts the
                                 sufferings of the young lover, <hi rend="italic">so wasted with
                                    desire and passion, that his body no longer yields any
                                    shadow</hi>. At length, after detailing his various attempts to
                                 see his mistress, the obstacles on the part of the parents, the
                                 invasions of the enemy, the captivity of the two lovers, &amp;c. he
                                 terminates, to the satisfaction of the audience, by restoring them,
                                 united and happy, to <rs type="building" subtype="tent">the
                                    paternal tent</rs>, and by receiving the tribute paid to his
                                 eloquence, in the <hi rend="italic">ma sha allah</hi>
                                    <note style="double" type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="NN_g"> An exclamation of praise, equivalent to <hi rend="italic">admirably well</hi>!</note>
                                  he has merited. The <orgName>Bedouins</orgName> have
                                 likewise their love songs, which have more sentiment and nature in
                                 them than those of the <orgName>Turks</orgName>, and inhabitants of
                                 the towns; doubtless because the former, whose manners are chaste,
                                 know what love is; while the latter, abandoned to debauchery, are
                                 acquainted only with enjoyment. <bibl>Volney.</bibl>
                         of love and woe;</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1515">Then, if the brightening Moon that lit his face</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1516">In darkness favoured her's,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1517">Oh! even with such a look, as, fables say,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1518">The mother Ostrich
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_61">
                              <p> We read in <bibl>an old Arabian Manuscript</bibl>, that when the
                                 Ostrich would hatch her eggs, she does not cover them as other
                                 fowls do, but both the male and female contribute to hatch them by
                                 the efficacy of their looks only; and therefore when one has
                                 occasion to go to look for food, it advertises its companion by its
                                 cry, and the other never stirs during its absence, but remains with
                                 its eyes fixed upon the eggs, till the return of its mate, and then
                                 goes in its turn to look for food, and this care of theirs is so
                                 necessary that it cannot be suspended for a moment, for if it
                                 should their eggs would immediately become addle. <bibl>Vanslebe.
                                    Harris's Collection.</bibl>
                              <p> This is said to emblem the perpetual attention of the Creator to
                                 the <placeName>Universe</placeName>.</p>
                         fixes on her egg,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1519">Till that intense affection</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1520">Kindle its light of life,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1521">Even in such deep and breathless tenderness</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1522">
                        <persName>Oneiza</persName>'s soul is centered on the
                     <l rend="i0" n="1523">So motionless with such an ardent gaze,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1524">Save when from her full eyes</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1525">Quickly she wipes away the gushing tears</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1526">That dim his image there.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg177">
                     <l rend="i0" n="1527">She called him brother: was it sister-love</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1528">That made the silver rings</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1529">Round her smooth ankles
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_62">
                              <p> "She had laid aside the rings which used to grace her ankles, lest
                                 the sound of them should expose her to calamity." <bibl>Asiatic
                                 <rs type="place" ref="India">Most of the <orgName>Indian
                                       women</orgName> have on each arm, and also above the ankle,
                                    ten or twelve rings of gold, silver, ivory, or coral. They
                                    spring on the leg, and when they walk make a noise with which
                                    they are much pleased. Their hands and toes are generally
                                    adorned with large rings.</rs>
                              <p> "In that day <name type="divin">the Lord</name> will take away the
                                 bravery of <hi rend="italic">their tinkling ornaments about their
                                    feet</hi>, and their cauls, and their round tires like the
                                 moon." </p>
                              <p> "The chains, and the bracelets and the mufflers, The bonnets, and
                                    <hi rend="italic">the ornaments of the legs</hi>, &amp;c."
                                    <bibl>Isaiah.</bibl> III. 18. </p>
                         and her twany arms,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1530">Shine daily brightened? for a brother's eye</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1531">Were her long fingers
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_63">
                              <p> His fingers, in beauty and slenderness appearing as the <hi rend="italic">Yed Bieza</hi>,
                                    <note style="double" type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="NN_h"> The miraculously shining hand of
                                  or the rays of the sun, being tinged with Hinna, seemed
                                 branches of transparent red coral. <bibl>Bahar Danush.</bibl>
                              <p> She dispenses gifts with small delicate fingers, sweetly glowing
                                 at their tips, like the white and crimson worm of
                                    <placeName>Dabia</placeName>, or dentifrices made of Esel wood.
                                    <bibl>Moallakat. Poem of Amriolkais.</bibl>
                              <p> The Hinna, says <bibl>the translator of the Bahar-Danush</bibl>,
                                 is esteemed not merely ornamental, but medicinal: and I have myself
                                 often experienced in <placeName>India</placeName> a most refreshing
                                 coolness thro' the whole habit, from an embrocation, or rather
                                 plaster of Hinna, applied to the soles of my feet, by prescription
                                 of a native physician. The effect lasted for some days. </p>
                              <p> This unnatural fashion is extended to animals. </p>
                              <p> Departing from the <placeName>town of Anna</placeName> we met
                                 about five hundred paces from the gate a young man of good family
                                 followed by two servants, and mounted in the fashion of the
                                 country, upon an Ass, whose rump was painted red.
                              <p> In <placeName>Persia</placeName>, "they dye the tails of those
                                 horses which are of a light colour with red or orange."
                                 <persName>Ali the Moor</persName>, to whose capricious cruelty
                                    <persName>Mungo Park</persName> was so long exposed, "always
                                 rode upon a milk white horse, with its tail dyed red." </p>
                                 <hi rend="italic">Alfenado</hi>, a word derived from alfena the
                                 Portugueze or Moorish name of this plant, is still used in
                                    <placeName>Portugal</placeName> as a phrase of contempt for a
                     <l rend="i4" n="1532">As when she trimmed the lamp,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1533">And thro' the veins and delicate skin</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1534">The light shone rosy? that the darkened lids
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_64">
                              <p> The blackened eye-lids and the reddened fingers were <rs type="place" ref="the_East">Eastern customs</rs>, in use <rs type="place" ref="Greece">among <orgName>the Greeks</orgName>.
                                    They are still among the tricks of the Grecian toilette</rs>,
                                 the females of the rest of <placeName>Europe</placeName> have never
                                 added them to their list of ornaments.</p>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1535">Gave yet a softer lustre to her eye?</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1536">That with such pride she tricked</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1537">Her glossy tresses, and on holy day</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1538">Wreathed the red flower-crown
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_65">
                                 <rs type="place" ref="Arabia">The Mimosa Selam produces splendid
                                    flowers of a beautiful red colour with which the
                                       <orgName>Arabians</orgName> crown their heads on their days
                                    of festival.</rs>
                         round their jetty waves?</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1539">How happily the years</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1540">Of <persName>Thalaba</persName> went by!</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg178">
                     <l rend="i2" n="1541">Yet was the heart of <persName>Thalaba</persName>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1542">Impatient of repose;</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1543">Restless he pondered still</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1544">The task for him decreed,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1545">The mighty and mysterious work announced.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1546">Day by day with youthful ardour</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1547">He the call of <name type="divin">Heaven</name>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1548">And oft in visions o'er the Murderer's head</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1549">He lifts the avenging arm,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1550">And oft in dreams he sees</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1551">The Sword that is circled with fire.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg179">
                     <l rend="i0" n="1552">One morn as was their wont, in sportive mood</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1553">The youth and damsel bent <persName>Hodeirah</persName>'s
                     <l rend="i0" n="1554">For with no feeble hand nor erring aim</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1555">
                        <persName>Oneiza</persName> could let loose the obedient
                     <l rend="i2" n="1556">With head back-bending, <persName>Thalaba</persName>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1557">Shot up the aimless arrow high in air,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1558">Whose line in vain the aching sight pursued</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1559">Lost in the depth of heaven.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1560">"When will the hour arrive," exclaimed the youth,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1561">"That I shall aim these fated shafts</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1562">"To vengeance long delayed?</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1563">"Have I not strength, my father, for the deed?</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1564">"Or can the will of <name type="divin">Providence</name>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1565">"Be mutable like man?</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1566">"Shall I never be called to the task?"</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg180">
                     <l rend="i0" n="1567">"Impatient boy!" quoth <persName>Moath</persName>, with a
                     <l rend="i0" n="1568">"Impatient Thalaba!" Oneiza cried,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1569">And she too smiled, but in her smile</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1570">A mild reproachful melancholy mixed.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg181">
                     <l rend="i2" n="1571">Then <persName>Moath</persName> pointed where a cloud</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1572">Of Locusts, from the desolated fields</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1573">Of <placeName>Syria</placeName>, winged their way.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1574">"Lo! how created things</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1575">"Obey the written doom!"</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg182">
                     <l rend="i0" n="1576">Onward they came, a dark continuous cloud</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1577">Of congregated myriads numberless,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1578">The rushing of whose wings was as the sound</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1579">Of a broad river, headlong in its course</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1580">Plunged from a mountain summit, or the roar</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1581">Of a wild <placeName ref="Ocean">ocean</placeName> in the
                        autumn storm,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1582">Shattering its billows on a shore of rocks.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1583">Onward they came, the winds impelled them on,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1584">Their work was done, their path of
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_66">
                              <p> The large locusts, which are near three inches long, are not the
                                 most destructive; as they fly, they yield to the current of the
                                 wind which hurries them into the sea, or into <rs type="place" ref="desert">sandy deserts</rs> where they perish with hunger or
                                 fatigue. The young locusts, that cannot fly, are the most ruinous;
                                 they are about fifteen lines in length; and the thickness of a
                                 goose quill. They creep over the country in such multitudes that
                                 they leave not a blade of grass behind; and the noise of their
                                 feeding announces their approach at some distance. The devastations
                                 of locusts increase the price of provisions, and often occasion
                                 famines; but the Moors find a kind of compensation in making food
                                 of these insects; prodigious quantities are brought to market
                                 salted and dried like red herrings. They have an oily and rancid
                                 taste, which habit only can render agreeable; they are eat here,
                                 however, with pleasure. <bibl>Chenier.</bibl>
                              <p> In <date>1778</date> the empire of <placeName>Morocco</placeName>
                                 was ravaged by these insects. In the summer of that year, such
                                 clouds of locusts came from the south that they darkened the air,
                                 and devoured a part of the harvest. Their offspring, which they
                                 left on the ground, committed still much greater mischief. Locusts
                                 appeared and bred anew in the following year, so that in the spring
                                 the country was wholly covered, and they crawled one over the other
                                 in search of their subsistence. </p>
                              <p> It has been remarked, in speaking of the climate of
                                    <placeName>Morocco</placeName>, that the young locusts are those
                                 which are the most mischievous; and that it seems almost impossible
                                 to rid the land of these insects and their ravages, when the
                                 country once becomes thus afflicted. In order to preserve the
                                 houses and gardens in the neighbourhood of cities, they dig a ditch
                                 two feet in depth and as much in width. This they pallisade with
                                 reeds close to each other, and inclined inward toward the ditch; so
                                 that the insects unable to climb up the slippery reed, fall back
                                 into the ditch, where they devour one another. </p>
                              <p> This was the means by which the gardens and vineyards of
                                    <placeName>Rabat</placeName>, and the city itself were delivered
                                 from this scourge, in 1779. The intrenchment, which was, at least,
                                 a league in extent, formed a semicircle from the sea to river,
                                 which separates Rabat from Sallee. The quantity of young locusts
                                 here assembled was so prodigious that, on the third day, the ditch
                                 could not be approached because of the stench. The whole country
                                 was eaten up, the very bark of the fig, pomegranate, and orange
                                 tree, bitter, hard, and corrosive as it was could not escape the
                                 voracity of these insects. </p>
                              <p> The lands, ravaged throughout all the western provinces, produced
                                 no harvest, and the <orgName>Moors</orgName> being obliged to live
                                 on their stores, which the exportation of corn (permitted till
                                    <date>1774</date>) had drained, began to feel a dearth. Their
                                 cattle, for which they make no provision, and which in these
                                 climates, have no other subsistance than that of daily grazing,
                                 died with hunger; nor could any be preserved but those which were
                                 in the neighbourhood of mountains, or in marshy grounds, where the
                                 regrowth of pasturage is more rapid. </p>
                              <p> In <date>1780</date>, the distress was still farther increased.
                                 The dry winter had checked the products of the earth, and given
                                 birth to a new generation of locusts, who devoured whatever had
                                 escaped from the inclemency of the season. The husbandman did not
                                 reap even what he had sowed, and found himself destitute of food,
                                 cattle, or seed corn. In this time of extreme wretchedness the poor
                                 felt all the horrors of famine. They were seen wandering over the
                                 country to devour roots, and, perhaps, abridged their days by
                                 digging into the entrails of the earth in search of the crude means
                                 by which they might be preserved. </p>
                              <p> Vast numbers perished of indigestible food and want. I have beheld
                                 country people in the roads, and in the streets, who had died of
                                 hunger, and who were thrown across asses to be taken and buried.
                                 Fathers sold their children. The husband, with the consent of his
                                 wife, would take her into another province, there to bestow her in
                                 marriage as if she were his sister, and afterwards come and reclaim
                                 her when his wants were no longer so great. I have seen women and
                                 children run after camels, and rake in their dung to seek for some
                                 indigested grain of barley, which, if they found, they devoured
                                 with avidity. <bibl>Chenier.</bibl>
                         ruin past,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1585">Their graves were ready in the wilderness.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1586">"Behold the mighty army!" Moath cried,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1587">"Blindly they move, impelled</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1588">"By the blind Element.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1589">"And yonder Birds our welcome visitants,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1590">"Lo! where they soar above the embodied host,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1591">"Pursue their way, and hang upon their rear,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1592">"And thin their spreading flanks,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1593">"Rejoicing o'er their banquet! deemest thou</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1594">"The scent of water, on the <placeName ref="Syria">Syrian
                     <l rend="i0" n="1595">"Placed with priest-mummery, and the jargon-rites</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1596">"That fool the multitude, has led them here</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1597">"From far <placeName>Khorasan</placeName>?
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_67">
                              <p> The Abmelec or eater of Locusts, or grasshoppers, is a bird which
                                 better deserves to be described, perhaps, than most others of which
                                 travellers have given us an account, because the facts relating to
                                 it are not only strange, in themselves, but so well and distinctly
                                 attested, that however surprising they may seem, we cannot but
                                 afford them our belief. The food of this creature is the locust, or
                                 the grasshopper: it is of the size of an ordinary hen, its feathers
                                 black, its wings large, and its flesh of a greyish colour; they fly
                                 generally in great flocks, as the starlings are wont to do with us:
                                 but the thing which renders these birds wonderful is, that they are
                                 so fond of the water of a certain fountain in
                                    <placeName>Corasson</placeName>, or
                                    <placeName>Bactria</placeName>, that where-ever that water is
                                 carried, they follow; on which account it is carefully preserved;
                                 for where ever the locusts fall, the <orgName>Armenian
                                    priests</orgName>, who are provided with this water, bring a
                                 quanity of it, and place in jars, or pour it into little channels
                                 in the fields, the next day whole troops of these birds arrive and
                                 quickly deliver the people from the locusts. <bibl>Universal
                                 <persName>Sir John Chardin</persName> has given us, the following
                                 passage from an antient traveller, in relation to this bird. In
                                    <placeName>Cyprus</placeName> about the time that the corn was
                                 ripe for the sickle, the earth produced such a quantity of
                                 cavalettes, or locusts, that they obscured sometimes the splendour
                                 of the sun. Wherever these came, they burnt and eat up all; for
                                 this there was no remedy, since, as fast as they were destroyed,
                                 the earth produced more: <name type="divin">God</name>, however,
                                 raised them up a means for their deliverance, which happened thus.
                                 In <placeName>Persia</placeName>, near the <placeName ref="Cuerch">city of Cuerch</placeName> there is a fountain of water, which
                                 has a wonderful property of destroying these insects; for a pitcher
                                 full of this being carried in the open air, without passing through
                                 house or vault, and being set on an high place, certain birds which
                                 follow it, and fly and cry after the men who carry it from the
                                 fountain, come to the place where it is fixed. These birds are red
                                 and black, and fly in great flocks together, like starlings; the
                                    <orgName>Turks</orgName> and <orgName>Persians</orgName> call
                                 them <orgName>Musulmans</orgName>. These birds no sooner came to
                                 Cyprus, but they destroyed the locusts with which the Island was
                                 infested; but if the water be spilt or lost these creatures
                                 immediately disappear; which accident fell out when the Turks took
                                 this Island; for one of them going up into the steeple of
                                 Famagusta, and finding there a pitcher of this water, he, fancying
                                 that it contained gold or silver, or some precious thing, broke it,
                                 and spilt what was therein; since which the Cypriots have been as
                                 much tormented as ever by the locusts. </p>
                              <p> On the confines of the <placeName>Medes</placeName> and of
                                    <placeName>Armenia</placeName>, at certain times a great
                                 quantity of Birds are seen who resemble our blackbirds, and they
                                 have a property sufficiently curious to make me mention it. When
                                 the corn in these parts begins to grow, it is astonishing to see
                                 the number of Locusts with which all the fields are covered. The
                                    <orgName>Armenians</orgName> have no other method of delivering
                                 themselves from these insects, than by going in procession round
                                 the fields and sprinkling them with a particular water which they
                                 take care to preserve in their houses. For this water comes from a
                                 great distance, they fetch it from a Well belonging to one of their
                                    <rs type="building" subtype="temple">Convents</rs> near the
                                 frontiers, and they say that the bodies of many <orgName>Christian
                                    martyrs</orgName> were formerly thrown into this well. These
                                 processions and the sprinkling continue three or four days, after
                                 which the Birds that I have mentioned come in great flights, and
                                 whether it be that they eat the locusts, or drive them away, in two
                                 or three days the country is cleared of them.
                              <p> At <placeName>Mosul</placeName> and at
                                    <placeName>Haleb</placeName>, says Niebuhr, I heard much of the
                                 Locust Bird, without seeing it. They there call it <hi rend="italic">Samarmar</hi>, or as others pronounce it, <hi rend="italic">Samarmog</hi>. It is said to be black, larger than
                                 a sparrow, and no ways pleasant to the palate. I am assured that it
                                 every day destroys an incredible number of Locusts; they pretend
                                 nevertheless that the Locusts sometimes defend themselves, and
                                 devour the Bird with its feathers, when they have overpowered it by
                                 numbers. When the children in the frontier towns of
                                    <placeName>Arabia</placeName> catch a live Locust, they place it
                                 before them and cry <hi rend="italic">Samarmog</hi>! And because it
                                 stoops down terrified at the noise, or at the motion of the child,
                                 or clings more closely to its place, the children believe that it
                                 fears the name of its enemy, that it hides itself, and attempts to
                                 throw stones. The <hi rend="italic">Samarmog</hi> is not a native
                                 of <placeName>Mosul</placeName> or <placeName>Haleb</placeName>,
                                 but they go to seek it in <placeName>Khorasan</placeName> with much
                                 ceremony. When the Locusts multiply very greatly, the government
                                 sends persons worthy of trust to a spring near <placeName ref="Samarûn">the village of <hi rend="italic">Samarûn</hi>
                              </placeName>, situated in a plain between four
                                 mountains, by <placeName ref="Mesched">
                                 <hi rend="italic">Mesched</hi>
                              </placeName>, or <placeName ref="Musa_er_ridda">
                                 <hi rend="italic">Musa er ridda</hi>
                              </placeName>, in that
                                 province of <placeName>Persia</placeName>. The deputies with the
                                 ceremonies prescribed fill a chest with this water, and pitch the
                                 chest so that the water may neither evaporate nor be spilt before
                                 their return. From the spring to the Town whence they were sent,
                                 the chest must always be between heaven and earth: they must
                                 neither place it on the ground, nor under any roof, lest it should
                                 lose all its virtue. <placeName>Mosul</placeName> being surrounded
                                 with a wall, the water must not pass under the gate way, but it is
                                 received over the wall, and the chest placed upon <rs type="building" subtype="temple">the Mosque <hi rend="italic">Nebbi Gurgis</hi>, a building which was formerly a church,
                                    and which in preference to all the other buildings has had from
                                    time immemorial the honour to possess this chest upon its
                                    roof</rs>. When this precious water has been brought from
                                    <placeName>Khorasan</placeName> with the requisite precautions,
                                 the common <orgName>Mohammedans</orgName>,
                                    <orgName>Christians</orgName> and <orgName>Jews</orgName> of
                                    <placeName>Mosul</placeName> believe that the <hi rend="italic">Samarmog</hi> follows the water, and remains in the country as
                                 long as there is a single drop left in the chest of <hi rend="italic">Nebbi-Gurgis</hi>. Seeing one day a large stork's
                                 nest upon this vessel, I told a Christian of some eminence in the
                                 town, how much I admired the quick smell of the <hi rend="italic">Samarmog</hi>, who perceived the smell of the water thro' such
                                 a quantity of ordure, he did not answer me, but was very much
                                 scandalized that the government should have permitted the stork to
                                 make her nest upon so rare a treasure, and still more angry, that
                                 for more than nine years, the government had not sent to procure
                                 fresh water. <bibl>Niebuhr. Desc. de l'Arabie.</bibl>
                                 <persName>Dr. Russell</persName> describes this bird as about the
                                 size of a starling, the body of a flesh colour, the rest of its
                                 plumage black, the bill and legs black also.</p>
                        <name type="divin">Allah</name> who decreed</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1598">"Yon tribe the plague and punishment of man,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1599">"These also hath he doomed to meet their way:</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1600">"Both passive instruments</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1601">"Of his all-acting will,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1602">"Sole mover he, and only spring of all."</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg183">
                     <l rend="i0" n="1603">While thus he spake, <persName>Oneiza</persName>'s eye
                        looks up</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1604">Where one towards her flew,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1605">Satiate, for so it seemed, with sport and food.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1606">The Bird flew over her,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1607">And as he past above,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1608">From his relaxing grasp a Locust fell....</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1609">It fell upon the Maiden's robe,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1610">And feebly there it stood, recovering slow.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg184">
                     <l rend="i4" n="1611">The admiring girl surveyed</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1612">His out-spread sails of green.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1613">His gauzy underwings,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1614">One closely to the grass green body furled,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1615">One ruffled in the fall, and half unclosed.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1616">She viewed his jet-orbed eyes</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1617">His glossy gorget bright</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1618">Green-glittering in the sun;</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1619">His plumy pliant horns</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1620">That, nearer as she gazed,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1621">Bent tremblingly before her breath.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1622">She viewed his yellow-circled front</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1623">With lines mysterious veined;</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1624">"And knowest thou what is written here,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1625">"My father?" said the Maid.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1626">"Look <persName>Thalaba</persName>! perchance these
                     <l rend="i2" n="1627">"Are in <rs type="script" subtype="eng">the letters of
                              <rs type="art" subtype="gem">the Ring</rs>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1628">
                        <rs type="script" subtype="nature">"<name type="myth">Nature</name>'s own
                           language written here."</rs>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg185">
                     <l rend="i2" n="1629">The youth bent down, and suddenly</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1630">He started, and his heart</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1631">Sprung, and his cheek grew red,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1632">For the mysterious
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_68">
                              <p> The Locusts are remarkable for the hieroglyphic that they bear
                                 upon the forehead, their colour is green throughout the whole body,
                                 excepting a little yellow rim that surrounds their head, which is
                                 lost at their eyes. This insect has two upper wings pretty solid:
                                 they are green like the rest of the body, except that there is in
                                 each a little white spot. The Locust keeps them extended like great
                                 sails of a ship going before the wind, it has besides two other
                                 wings underneath the former, and which resemble a light transparent
                                 stuff pretty much like a cobweb, and which it makes use of in the
                                 manner of smack sails that are along a vessel; but when the Locust
                                 reposes herself she does like a vessel that lies at anchor, for she
                                 keeps the second sails furled under the first. <bibl>Norden.</bibl>
                              <p> The <orgName>Mohammedans</orgName> believe some mysterious meaning
                                 is contained in the lines upon the Locust's forehead. </p>
                              <p> I compared the description in the Poem with a Locust, which was
                                 caught in <placeName>Leicestershire</placeName>. It is remarkable
                                 that a single insect should have found his way so far inland.</p>
                        <rs type="script" subtype="nature">lines were legible</rs>,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1633">
                        <rs type="script" subtype="nature">
                           <hi rend="smallcap">When the sun shall be
                              darkened at noon</hi>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1634">
                        <rs type="script" subtype="nature">
                           <hi rend="smallcap">Son of Hodeirah,
                     <l rend="i0" n="1635">And <persName>Moath</persName> looked, and read the lines
                     <l rend="i2" n="1636">The Locust shook his wings and fled,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1637">And they were silent all.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg186">
                     <l rend="i2" n="1638">Who then rejoiced but <persName>Thalaba</persName>?</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1639">Who then was troubled but <rs type="person" ref="Oneiza">the Arabian Maid</rs>?</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1640">And <persName>Moath</persName> sad of heart,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1641">Tho' with a grief supprest, beheld the youth</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1642">Sharpen his arrows now,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1643">And now new-plume their shafts,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1644">Now to beguile impatient hope</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1645">Feel every sharpened point.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg187">
                     <l rend="i0" n="1646">"Why is that anxious look," Oneiza cried,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1647">"Still upwards cast at noon?</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1648">"Is Thalaba aweary of our tent?"</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1649">"I would be gone," the youth replied,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1650">"That I might do my task,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1651">"And full of glory to <rs type="building" subtype="tent">the tent</rs> return</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1652">"Whence I should part no more."</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg188">
                     <l rend="i4" n="1653">But on the noontide sun,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1654">As anxious and as oft <persName>Oneiza</persName>'s
                     <l rend="i4" n="1655">Was upward glanced in fear.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1656">And now as <persName>Thalaba</persName> replied, her
                     <l rend="i4" n="1657">Lost its fresh and lively hue,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1658">For in the Sun's bright edge</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1659">She saw, or thought she saw, a little speck.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1660">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="astro">
                           <persName>The sage
                     <l rend="i2" n="1661">Who with the love of science full</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1662">Trembled that day at every passing cloud,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1663">He had not seen it, 'twas a speck so small.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg189">
                     <l rend="i0" n="1664">Alas! <persName>Oneiza</persName> sees the spot
                     <l rend="i4" n="1665">And lo! the ready Youth</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1666">Over his shoulder the full quiver slings</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1667">And grasps the slackened bow.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1668">It spreads, and spreads, and now</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1669">Has shaddowed half the Sun,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1670">Whose crescent-pointed horns</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1671">Now momently decrease.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg190">
                     <l rend="i0" n="1672">The day grows dark, the Birds retire to rest;</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1673">Forth from her shadowy haunt</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1674">Flies the large-headed
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_69">
                              <p> An <orgName>Arabian</orgName> expression from <bibl>the
                                    Moallakat</bibl>. "She turns her right side, as if she were in
                                 fear of some large-headed Screamer of the night." <bibl>Poem of
                         Screamer of the night.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1675">
                        <rs type="place" ref="Africa">Far off the affrighted
                     <l rend="i4" n="1676">Deeming his<name type="divin">God</name>deceased,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1677">Falls on his knees in prayer,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1678">And trembles as he sees</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1679">The fierce Hyena's eyes</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1680">Glare in the darkness of that dreadful noon.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B3_lg191">
                     <l rend="i2" n="1681">Then <persName>Thalaba</persName> exclaimed,
                     <l rend="i0" n="1682">"My father! my <persName>Oneiza</persName>!" the <rs type="person" ref="Moath">Old Man</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1683">Felt his throat swell with grief.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1684">"Where wilt thou go my Child?" he cried,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1685">"Wilt thou not wait a sign</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1686">"To point thy destined way?"</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1687">"<name type="divin">God</name> will conduct me!" said the
                        noble youth,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1688">He said and from <rs type="building" subtype="tent">the
                     <l rend="i0" n="1689">In the depth of the darkness departed.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1690">They heard his parting steps,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1691">The quiver rattling as he past away.</l>
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               <div type="book" xml:id="Book_4">
                  <head>THE FOURTH BOOK.</head>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg192">
                     <l rend="i4" n="1692">Whose is yon dawning form,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1693">That in the darkness meets</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1694">
                        <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">The delegated
                     <l rend="i0" n="1695">Dim as the shadow of a fire at noon,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1696">Or pale reflection on the evening brook</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1697">Of Glow-worm on the bank</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1698">Kindled to guide her winged paramour.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg193">
                     <l rend="i0" n="1699">A moment, and the brightening image shaped</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1700">
                        <persName ref="Zeinab">His Mother</persName>'s form and
                        features. "Go," she cried,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1701">"To <placeName>Babylon</placeName>, and from the Angels
                     <l rend="i2" n="1702">"What talisman thy task requires."</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1703">The Spirit hung towards <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">him</rs> when she ceased,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1704">As tho' with actual lips she would have given</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1705">A mother's kiss ... his arms outstretched,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1706">His body bending on,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1707">His lips unclosed and trembling into speech</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1708">He prest to meet the blessing,... but the wind</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1709">Played on his cheek: he looked, and he beheld</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1710">The darkness close. "Again! again!" he cried,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1711">"Let me again behold thee!" from the darkness</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1712">His Mother's voice went forth;</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1713">"Thou shall behold me <time>in the hour of
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg194">
                     <l rend="i2" n="1714">Day dawns, the twilight gleam dilates,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1715">The Sun comes forth and like a<name type="divin">God</name>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1716">Rides thro' rejoicing heaven.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1717">Old <persName>Moath</persName> and his <rs type="person" ref="Oneiza">daughter</rs> from their tent</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1718">Beheld the adventurous youth,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1719">Dark moving o'er the sands,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1720">A lessening image, trembling thro' their tears.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1721">Visions of high emprize</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1722">Beguiled his lonely road;</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1723">And if sometimes to <persName>Moath</persName>'s tent</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1724">The involuntary mind recurred,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1725">Fancy, impatient of all painful thoughts</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1726">Pictured the bliss should welcome his return.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1727">In dreams like these he went,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1728">And still of every dream</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1729">
                        <persName>Oneiza</persName> formed a part,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1730">And Hope and Memory made a mingled joy.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg195">
                     <l rend="i2" n="1731">In the eve he arrived at a Well,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1732">The Acacia bent over its side,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1733">Under whose long light-hanging boughs</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1734">He chose his night's abode.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1735">There, due ablutions made and prayers performed,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1736">The youth his mantle spread,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1737">And silently produced</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1738">His solitary meal.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1739">The silence and the solitude recalled</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1740">Dear recollections, and with folded arms,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1741">Thinking of other days, he sate, till thought</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1742">Had left him, and the Acacia's moving shade</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1743">Upon the sunny sand</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1744">Had caught his idle eye,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1745">And his awakened ear</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1746">Heard the grey Lizard's chirp,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1747">The only sound of life.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg196">
                     <l rend="i0" n="1748">As thus in vacant quietness he sate,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1749">A Traveller on a Camel reached the Well,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1750">And courteous greeting gave.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1751">The mutual salutation past,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1752">He by the cistern too his garment spread,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1753">And friendly converse cheered the social meal.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg197">
                     <l rend="i2" n="1754">The Stranger was an antient man,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1755">Yet one whose green old age</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1756">Bore the fair characters of temperate youth.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1757">So much of manhood's strength his limbs retained,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1758">It seemed he needed not the staff he bore.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1759">His beard was long, and grey, and crisp;</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1760">Lively his eyes and quick,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1761">And reaching over them</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1762">The large broad eye-brow curled....</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1763">His speech was copious, and his winning words</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1764">Enriched with knowledge, that the attentive youth</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1765">Sate listening with a thirsty joy.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg198">
                     <l rend="i4" n="1766">So in the course of talk</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1767">The adventurer youth enquired</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1768">Whither his course was bent;</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1769">The Old Man answered, "to <placeName>Bagdad</placeName> I
                     <l rend="i0" n="1770">At that so welcome sound a flash of joy</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1771">Kindled the eye of Thalaba;</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1772">"And I too," he replied,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1773">"Am journeying thitherward,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1774">"Let me become companion of thy way!"</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1775">Courteous the Old Man smiled,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1776">And willing in assent....</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg199">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1777">OLD MAN.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg200">
                     <l rend="i0" n="1778">Son, thou art young for travel.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg201">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1779">THALABA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg202">
                     <l rend="i12" n="1780">Until now</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1781">I never past <rs type="place" ref="desert">the desert
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg203">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1782">OLD MAN.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg204">
                     <l rend="i0" n="1783">It is <rs type="place" ref="Bagdad">a noble city</rs>
                        that we seek.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1784">Thou wilt behold magnificent palaces,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1785">
                        <rs type="building" subtype="monument">And lofty
                           obelisks, and high-domed Mosques,</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1786">And rich <rs type="building" subtype="commerce">Bazars</rs>, whither <rs type="cosmopolitan">from all <placeName ref="the_world">the world</placeName>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1787">
                        <rs type="cosmopolitan">Industrious
                              <orgName>merchants</orgName> meet, and market there</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1788">
                        <rs type="cosmopolitan">
                           <placeName ref="the_world">The
                              World</placeName>'s collected wealth.</rs>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg205">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1789">THALABA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg206">
                     <l rend="i10" n="1790">Stands not <placeName>Bagdad</placeName>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1791">Near to the site of ancient
                     <l rend="i0" n="1792">And <persName>Nimrod</persName>'s impious temple?</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg207">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1793">OLD MAN.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg208">
                     <l rend="i11" n="1794">From the walls</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1795">'Tis but a long day's distance.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg209">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1796">THALABA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg210">
                     <l rend="i12" n="1797">And the ruins?</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg211">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1798">OLD MAN.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg212">
                     <l rend="i0" n="1799">A mighty mass remains; enough to tell us</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1800">How great our 
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_70">
                              <p> The Mussulmans are immutably prepossessed, that as the <placeName ref="Earth_planet">Earth</placeName> approaches its dissolution,
                                 its sons and daughters gradually decrease in their dimensions. As
                                 for Dagjial, they say, he will find the race of mankind dwindled
                                 into such diminutive pigmies, that their habitations in cities, and
                                 all the best towns, will be of no other fabrick than the shoes and
                                 slippers made in these present ages, placed in rank and file, in
                                 seemly and regular order; allowing one pair for two round families.
                                    <bibl>Morgan's Hist. of Algiers.</bibl>
                        fathers were, how little we.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1801">Men are not what they were; their crimes and follies</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1802">Have dwarfed them down from the old hero race</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1803">To such poor things as we!</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg213">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1804">THALABA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg214">
                     <l rend="i10" n="1805">At <placeName>Babylon</placeName>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1806">I have heard the Angels expiate their guilt,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1807">
                        <name type="divin">Haruth</name> and <name type="divin">Maruth</name>.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg215">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1808">OLD MAN.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg216">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1809">'Tis a history</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1810">Handed from ages down; <orgName>the nurses</orgName> make
                     <l rend="i0" n="1811">A tale to please <orgName>their children</orgName>,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1812">And as their garrulous ignorance relates</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1813">We learn it and believe ... but all things feel</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1814">The power of Time and Change! thistles and grass</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1815">Usurp the desolate palace, and the weeds</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1816">Of Falshood root in the aged pile of Truth.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1817">How have you heard the tale?</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg217">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1818">THALABA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg218">
                     <l rend="i12" n="1819">Thus ... on a time</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1820">
                        <name type="divin" ref="Haruth Maruth">The Angels</name>
                        at the wickedness of man</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1821">Expressed indignant wonder: that in vain</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1822">Tokens and signs were given, and
                           <orgName>Prophets</orgName> sent,...</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1823">Strange obstinacy this! a stubborness</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1824">Of sin, they said, that should for ever bar</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1825">The gates of mercy on them. <name type="divin">Allah</name> heard</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1826">Their unforgiving pride, and bade that two</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1827">Of these untempted <name type="divin">Spirits</name>
                        should descend,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1828">Judges on <placeName ref="Earth_planet">earth</placeName>. <name type="divin">Haruth</name> and <name type="divin">Maruth</name> went,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1829">The chosen Sentencers; they fairly heard</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1830">The appeals of men to their tribunal brought,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1831">And rightfully decided. At the length</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1832">A Woman came before them ... beautiful</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1833">
                        <persName>Zohara</persName> was, as yonder Evening
                     <l rend="i0" n="1834">In the mild lustre
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_71">
                              <p> The story of <name type="divin">Haruth</name> and <name type="divin">Maruth</name> as in the Poem, may be found in
                                    <bibl>D'Herbelot</bibl>, and in <bibl>Sale's notes</bibl> to the
                                    <bibl>Koran</bibl>. Of the differing accounts I have preferred
                                 that which makes <persName>Zohara</persName> originally a woman,
                                 and metamorphoses her into <rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest">the planet Venus</rs> to that which says the planet Venus
                                 descended as Zohara to tempt the Angels. </p>
                              <p> The <orgName>Arabians</orgName> have so childish a love of rhyme,
                                 that when two names are usually coupled they make them jingle, as
                                 in the case of Haruth and Maruth. Thus they call
                                    <persName>Cain</persName> and <persName>Abel</persName>, Abel
                                 and Kabel. I am informed that the <bibl>Koran</bibl> is crowded
                                 with rhymes, more particularly at the conclusion of the
                         of whose lovely light</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1835">Even now her beauty shines. They gazed on her</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1836">With fleshly eyes, they tempted her to sin.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1837">The wily woman listened, and required</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1838">A previous price, <rs type="script" subtype="holy">the
                           knowledge of the name
                              <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_72">
                                    <rs type="science" subtype="phys">
                                    <rs type="script" subtype="holy">The Ism-Ablah—The Science of the Name
                                             of<name type="divin">God</name>. They pretend that<name type="divin">God</name>is the lock of this science, and
                                             <persName>Mohammed</persName> the key, that
                                          consequently none but <orgName>Mohammedans</orgName> can
                                          attain it; that it discovers what passes in distant
                                          countries, that it familiarizes the possessors with the
                                             <orgName>Genii</orgName>, who are at the command of the
                                          initiated and who instruct them; that it places the winds
                                          and the seasons at their disposal, that it heals the bile
                                          of serpents, the lame, the maimed, and the
                                 </rs> They say that some of their greatest
                                       <orgName>Saints</orgName>, such as <hi rend="italic">Abdulkadir Cheilani</hi> of <placeName ref="Bagdad">Bagdat</placeName>, and <hi rend="italic">Ibn Alwan</hi> who
                                    resided in the south of <placeName>Yemen</placeName>, were so
                                    far advanced in this science by their devotion, that they said
                                    their prayers every noon in the Kaba of
                                       <placeName>Mecca</placeName>, and were not absent from their
                                    own houses any other part of the day. A merchant of
                                       <placeName>Mecca</placeName>, who had learnt it in all its
                                    forms from <persName>Mohammed el Dsjanâdsjeni</persName> (at
                                    present so famous in that city) pretended that he himself being
                                    in danger of perishing at sea, had fastened a billet to the mast
                                    with the usual ceremonies, and that immediately the tempest
                                    ceased. <rs type="script" subtype="book">He showed me at
                                          <placeName>Bombay</placeName>, but at a distance, a book
                                       which contained all sorts of figures and mathematical tables,
                                       with instructions how to arrange the billets and the
                                       appropriate prayers for every circumstance. But he would
                                       neither suffer me to touch the Book, nor copy the title.</rs>
                                 <p> There are some <orgName>Mohammedans</orgName> who shut
                                    themselves up in a dark place without eating and drinking for a
                                    long time, and there with a loud voice repeat certain short
                                    prayers till they faint. When they recover they pretend to have
                                    seen not only a croud of <name type="divin">Spirits</name>,
                                       but<name type="divin">God</name>himself, and even <name type="divin">the Devil</name>. <rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">But the true initiated in the Ism-Allah do
                                       not seek these visions.</rs> The secret of discovering hidden
                                    treasures, belong also, if I mistake not, to the Ism <name type="divin">Allah</name>. <bibl>Niebuhr.</bibl>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1839">Of<name type="divin">God</name>. <rs type="script" subtype="holy">She learnt the wonder-working name</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1840">
                        <rs type="script" subtype="holy">And gave it
                           utterance</rs>, and its virtue bore her</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1841">Up to <name type="divin">the glorious Presence</name>,
                        and she told</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1842">
                        <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin" ref="Heaven">Before
                           the aweful Judgement-Seat</rs>, her tale.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg219">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1843">OLD MAN.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg220">
                     <l rend="i0" n="1844">I know the rest, the accused Spirits were called:</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1845">Unable of defence, and penitent,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1846">They owned their crime and heard the doom deserved.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1847">Then they besought the Lord that not for ever</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1848">His wrath might be upon them; and implored</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1849">That penal ages might at length restore them</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1850">Clean from offence, since then by
                     <l rend="i0" n="1851">In the cavern of their punishment they dwell,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1852">Runs the conclusion so?</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg221">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1853">THALABA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg222">
                     <l rend="i10" n="1854">So I am taught.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg223">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1855">OLD MAN.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg224">
                     <l rend="i0" n="1856">The common tale! and likely thou hast heard</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1857">How that the bold and bad, with impious rites</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1858">Intrude upon their penitence, and force,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1859">Albeit from loathing and reluctant lips,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1860">The sorcery-secret?</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg225">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1861">THALABA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg226">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1862">Is it not the truth?</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg227">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1863">OLD MAN.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg228">
                     <l rend="i0" n="1864">Son, thou hast seen the Traveller in the sands</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1865">Move in the dizzy light of the hot noon,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1866">Huge
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_73">
                              <p> One of the Arabs whom we saw from afar, and who was mounted upon a
                                 Camel, seemed higher than a tower and to be moving in the air, at
                                 first this was to me a strange appearance, however it was only the
                                 effect of refraction. The Camel which the Arab was upon touched the
                                 ground like all others. There was nothing then extraordinary in
                                 this phenomenon, and I afterwards saw many appearances exactly
                                 similar in the dry Countries. <bibl>Niebuhr.</bibl>
                              <p> "They surprized you, not indeed by a sudden assault; but they
                                 advanced, and the sultry vapour of noon thro' which you saw them,
                                 increased their magnitude." <bibl>Moallakat. Poem of Hareth.</bibl>
                         as the giant race of elder times,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1867">And his Camel, than the monstrous Elephant,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1868">Seem of a vaster bulk.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg229">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1869">THALABA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg230">
                     <l rend="i10" n="1870">A frequent sight.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg231">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1871">OLD MAN.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg232">
                     <l rend="i0" n="1872">And hast thou never in the twilight, fancied</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1873">Familiar object into some strange shape</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1874">And form uncouth?</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg233">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1875">THALABA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg234">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1876">Aye! many a time.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg235">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1877">OLD MAN.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg236">
                     <l rend="i14" n="1878">Even so</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1879">Things viewed at distance thro' the mist of fear,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1880">In their distortion terrify and shock</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1881">The abused sight.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg237">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1882">THALABA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg238">
                     <l rend="i6" n="1883"> But of these Angels fate</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1884">Thus in the uncreated Book is written.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg239">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1885">OLD MAN.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg240">
                     <l rend="i0" n="1886">Wisely from legendary fables, Heaven</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1887">Inculcates wisdom.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg241">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1888">THALABA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg242">
                     <l rend="i6" n="1889"> How then is the truth?</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1890">Is not the dungeon of their punishment</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1891">By ruined <placeName>Babylon</placeName>?</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg243">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1892">OLD MAN.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg244">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1893">By <placeName>Babylon</placeName>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1894">
                        <name type="divin">Haruth</name> and <name type="divin">Maruth</name> may be found.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg245">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1895">
                        <persName ref="Thalaba">THALABA</persName>.</l>
                     <l rend="i12" n="1896"> And there</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1897">
                        <orgName ref="magicians">Magician</orgName> learn their
                        impious sorcery?</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg246">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1898">OLD MAN.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg247">
                     <l rend="i0" n="1899">
                        <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">Son</rs> what thou sayest
                        is true, and it is false.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1900">But night approaches fast; I have travelled far</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1901">And my old lids are heavy ... on our way</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1902">We shall have hours for converse, let us now</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1903">Turn to our due repose. Son, peace be with thee!</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg248">
                     <l rend="i4" n="1904">So in his loosened cloak</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1905">The Old Man wrapt
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_74">
                              <p> One of these <hi rend="italic">Hykes</hi> is usually six yards
                                 long and 5 or 6 foot broad, serving the Arab for a compleat dress
                                 in the day, and for his bed and covering in the night. It is a
                                 loose but troublesome kind of garment, being frequently
                                 disconcerted and falling upon the ground, so that the person who
                                 wears it, is every moment obliged to tuck it up, and fold it anew
                                 about his body. This shews the great use there is for a girdle in
                                 attending any active employment, and in consequence thereof, the
                                 force of the scripture injunction alluding thereunto, of <hi rend="italic">having our loyns girded</hi>. The method of
                                 wearing these garments, with the use they are at other times put
                                 to, in serving for coverlets to their beds, should induce us to
                                 take the finer sort of them at least, such as are wore by the
                                 Ladies and persons of distinction, to be the <hi rend="italic">peplus</hi> of the antients. It is very probable likewise, that
                                 the loose folding garment, (the <hi rend="italic">Toga</hi> I take
                                 it to be) of the Romans, was of this kind: for if the drapery of
                                 their statues is to instruct us, this is actually no other than
                                 what the Arabs appear in, when they are folded up in their <hi rend="italic">Hykes</hi>. Instead of the <hi rend="italic">fibula</hi>, they join together, with thread or a wooden
                                 bodkin, the two upper corners of this garment, which being first
                                 placed over one of their shoulders, they fold the rest of it
                                 afterwards round their bodies. <bibl>Shaw.</bibl>
                              <p> The employment of the women is to prepare their wool, spin, and
                                 weave in looms hung lengthways in their tents. These looms are
                                 formed by a list of an ell and a half long, to which the threads of
                                 the warp are fixed at one end, and at the other on a roller of
                                 equal length; the weight of which, being suspended, keeps them
                                 stretched. The threads of the warp are so hung as to be readily
                                 intersected. Instead of shuttles, the women pass the thread of the
                                 woof thro' the warp with their fingers, and with an iron comb,
                                 having a handle, press the woof to give a body to their cloth. Each
                                 piece of about 5 ells long, and an ell and a half wide, is called a
                                    <hi rend="italic">haick</hi>; it receives neither dressing,
                                 milling nor dying, but is immediately fit for use: it is the
                                 constant dress of the <orgName>Moors</orgName> of the country, is
                                 without seam, and incapable of varying according to the caprices of
                                 fashion. When dirty it is washed: the Moor is wrapped up in it day
                                 and night, and this <hi rend="italic">haick</hi> is the living
                                 model of the drapery of the ancients. <bibl>Chenier.</bibl>
                              <p> If thou at all take thy neighbour's raiment to pledge, thou shalt
                                 deliver it unto him by that the Sun goeth down. </p>
                              <p> For that is his covering only, it is his raiment for his skin:
                                 wherein shall he sleep? <bibl>Exodus.</bibl> XXII. 26. 27. </p>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1906">And laid his limbs at length:</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1907">And <persName>Thalaba</persName> in silence laid him
                     <l rend="i0" n="1908">Awhile he lay and watched the lovely Moon,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1909">O'er whose broad orb the boughs</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1910">A mazy fretting framed,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1911">Or with a pale transparent green</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1912">Lighting the restless leaves,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1913">The thin Acacia leaves that played above.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1914">The murmuring wind, the moving leaves</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1915">Lulled him to sleep with mingled lullabies.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg249">
                     <l rend="i0" n="1916">Not so the dark Magician by his side,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1917">
                        <persName>Lobaba</persName>, who from the <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Domdaniel_Cave">Domdaniel
                     <l rend="i4" n="1918">Had sought the dreaded youth.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1919">Silent he lay, and simulating sleep,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1920">Till by the long and regular breath he knew</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1921">The youth beside him slept.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1922">Carefully then he rose,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1923">And bending over him, surveyed him near</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1924">And secretly he cursed</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1925">
                        <rs type="art" subtype="gem">The dead Abdaldar's
                     <l rend="i4" n="1926">Armed by whose amulet</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1927">He slept from danger safe.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg250">
                     <l rend="i0" n="1928">Wrapped in his mantle <persName>Thalaba</persName>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1929">His loose right arm pillowing his head.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1930">The Moon was on <rs type="art" subtype="gem">the
                     <l rend="i4" n="1931">Whose <rs type="art" subtype="gem">crystal gem</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1932">A quiet, moveless light.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1933">Vainly <rs type="person" ref="Lobaba">the Wizard</rs>
                        vile put forth his hand</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1934">And strove to reach <rs type="art" subtype="gem">the
                     <l rend="i0" n="1935">Charms strong as hell could make them, made it safe.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1936">He called his servant fiends,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1937">He bade the <orgName>Genii</orgName> rob the sleeping
                     <l rend="i4" n="1938">By the virtue of <rs type="art" subtype="gem">the
                     <l rend="i4" n="1939">By <persName>Mohammed</persName>'s holier power,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1940">By the holiest name of <name type="divin">God</name>,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1941">Had <persName>Thalaba</persName> disarmed the evil
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg251">
                     <l rend="i0" n="1942">Baffled and weary, and convinced at length,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1943">Anger, and fear, and rancour gnawing him,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1944">
                        <rs type="person" ref="Lobaba">The accursed Sorcerer</rs>
                        ceased his vain attempts.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1945">Content perforce to wait</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1946">Temptations likelier aid.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1947">Restless he lay, and brooding many a wile,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1948">And tortured with impatient hope,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1949">And envying with the bitterness of hate</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1950">The innocent youth, who slept so sweetly by.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg252">
                     <l rend="i0" n="1951">The ray of morning on his eye lids fell,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1952">And Thalaba awoke</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1953">And folded his mantle around him,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1954">And girded his loins for the day;</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1955">Then the due rites of holiness observed.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1956">His comrade too arose,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1957">And with the outward forms</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1958">Of righteousness and prayer insulted<name type="divin">God</name>.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1959">They filled their water skin, they gave</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1960">The Camel his full draught.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1961">Then on their road while yet the morn was young</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1962">And the air was fresh with dew,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1963">Forward the travellers went,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1964">With various talk beguiling the long way.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1965">But soon the youth, whose busy mind</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1966">Dwelt on Lobaba's wonder-stirring words,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1967">Renewed the unfinished converse of the night.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg253">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1968">THALABA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg254">
                     <l rend="i0" n="1969">Thou saidest that it is true, and yet is false,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1970">That men accurst, attain at
                     <l rend="i0" n="1971">Forbidden knowledge from <name type="divin" ref="Haruth Maruth">the Angel pair</name>....</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1972">How mean you?</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg255">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1973">LOBABA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg256">
                     <l rend="i6" n="1974">All things have a double power,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1975">Alike for good and evil, the same fire</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1976">That on the comfortable hearth at eve</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1977">Warmed the good man, flames o'er the house at night</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1978">Should we for this forego</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="1979">The needful element?</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="1980">Because the scorching summer Sun</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1981">Darts fever, wouldst thou quench the orb of day?</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1982">Or deemest thou that Heaven in anger formed</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1983">Iron to till the field, because when man</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1984">Had tipt his arrows for the chase, he rushed</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1985">A murderer to the war?</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg257">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1986">THALABA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg258">
                     <l rend="i10" n="1987">What follows hence?</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg259">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1988">LOBABA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg260">
                     <l rend="i0" n="1989">That nothing in itself is good or evil,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1990">But only in its use. Think you the man</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1991">Praiseworthy who by painful study learns</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1992">The knowledge of all simples, and their power</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1993">Healing or harmful?</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg261">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1994">THALABA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg262">
                     <l rend="i8" n="1995">All men hold in honour</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1996">The skilful Leech. From land to land he goes</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1997">Safe in his privilege; the sword of war</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1998">Spares him, Kings welcome him with costly gifts,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="1999">And he who late had from the couch of pain</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2000">Lifted a languid look to him for aid,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2001">Views him with brightened eyes, and blesses him</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2002">In his first thankful prayer.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg263">
                     <l rend="i8" n="2003">LOBABA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg264">
                     <l rend="i10" n="2004">Yet some there are</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2005">Who to the purposes of wickedness,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2006">Apply this knowledge, and from herbs distil</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2007">Poison to mix it in the trusted draught.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg265">
                     <l rend="i8" n="2008">THALABA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg266">
                     <l rend="i2" n="2009">Allah shall cast them in the fire</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2010">Whose fuel is the cursed! there shall they</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2011">Endure the ever-burning agony</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2012">Consuming
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_75">
                              <p> Fear the fire whose fuel is men, and stones prepared for the
                                 unbelievers. <bibl>Koran. Chap. 2.</bibl>
                              <p> Verily those who disbelieve our signs, <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin" ref="Hell">we will surely cast to be
                                 broiled in hell fire</rs>; so often as their skins shall be well burned,
                                 we will give them other skins in exchange, that they may take the
                                 sharper torment. <bibl>Koran. Chap. 4.</bibl>
                         still in flames, and still renewed.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg267">
                     <l rend="i8" n="2013">LOBABA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg268">
                     <l rend="i0" n="2014">But is their knowledge therefore in itself</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2015">Unlawful?</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg269">
                     <l rend="i8" n="2016">THALABA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg270">
                     <l rend="i4" n="2017">That were foolishness to think.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg271">
                     <l rend="i8" n="2018">LOBABA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg272">
                     <l rend="i0" n="2019">O what a glorious animal were Man,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2020">Knew he but his own powers! and knowing gave them</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2021">Room for their growth and spread! the Horse obeys</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2022">His guiding will, the patient Camel bears him</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2023">Over these wastes of sand, the Pigeon wafts</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2024">His bidding thro' the sky: and with these triumphs</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2025">He rests contented! with these ministers,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2026">When he might awe the Elements, and make</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2027">Myriads of Spirits serve him!</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg273">
                     <l rend="i8" n="2028">THALABA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg274">
                     <l rend="i12" n="2029">But as how!</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2030">By a league with Hell, a covenant that binds</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2031">The soul to utter death!</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg275">
                     <l rend="i8" n="2032">LOBABA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg276">
                     <l rend="i10" n="2033">Was <persName>Solomon</persName>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2034">Accurst of <name type="divin">God</name>? yet <rs type="science" subtype="orac">to his talismans</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2035">Obedient, o'er his throne the <orgName>birds of <rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest" ref="sky">Heaven</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2036">Their waving wings
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_76">
                                 <rs type="art" subtype="gem">
                                 <orgName>The Arabians</orgName>
                                    attribute to <persName>Solomon</persName> a perpetual enmity and
                                    warfare against wicked <orgName>Genii</orgName> and
                                       <orgName>Giants</orgName>; on the subject of his
                                    wonder-working Ring their tales are innumerable. They have even
                                    invented a whole race of <orgName>Pre-Adamite
                                    Solomons</orgName>, who according to them governed <placeName ref="the_world">the world</placeName> successively to the
                                    number of 40, or as others affirm, as many as 72. All these made
                                    the evil <orgName>Genii</orgName> their unwilling Drudges.</rs>
                                 <persName ref="Anchietus">Anchieta</persName> was going in a canoe
                                 to the mouth of the <placeName>river Aldea</placeName>, a
                                 delightful spot, surrounded with mango trees, and usually abounding
                                 with birds called goarazes, that breed there. These birds are about
                                 the size of a hen, their colour a rich purple, inclining to red.
                                 They are white when hatched, and soon become black, but as they
                                 grow larger lose that colour and take this rich and beautiful
                                 purple. Our navigators had reached the place, but when they should
                                 have enjoyed the fine prospect which delights all who pass it, the
                                 sun was excessively hot, and this eye-pleasure was purchased dearly
                                 when the whole body was in a profuse perspiration, and the rowers
                                 were in a fever. Their distress called upon Joseph, and the remedy
                                 was no new one to him. He saw three or four of these birds perched
                                 upon a mango, and <rs type="place" subtype="language" ref="Brazil">calling to them in the Brazilian language</rs> which the rowers
                                 understood, said, go you, call your companions, and come to shade
                                 these hot servants of the Lord. The birds stretched out their necks
                                 as if in obedience, and away they went to seek for others, and in a
                                 short time they came flying in the shape of an elegant cloud, and
                                 they shadowed the canoe a good league out to sea till the fresh sea
                                 breeze sprung up. Then they told them they might go about their
                                 business, and they separated with a clamor of rude but joyful
                                 sounds, which were only understood by <name type="divin">the Author
                                    of Nature</name> who created them. This was a greater miracle
                                 than that of the cloud with which<name type="divin">God</name>defended his chosen people in the wilderness from the
                                 heat of the sun, inasmuch as it was a more elegant and fanciful
                                 parasol. <hi rend="italic">Acho que foy maior portento este que o
                                    da nuvem, com que deos defendes no deserto a seu Povo minoso do
                                    calor do sol, tanto quanto mais tem de gracioso &amp; aprasivel
                                    este chapeo de sol, que aquelle.</hi>
                              <p> This was a common miracle of <persName>Anchietus</persName>.
                                    <persName>Jacob Biderman</persName> has an epigram upon the
                                 subject, quoted in <bibl>the <orgName>Jesuit</orgName>'s
                                    life</bibl>. </p>
                                 <lg xml:lang="la">
                                    <l rend="i0">Hesperii peterent cum barbara littora mystæ,</l>
                                    <l rend="i2">Et sociis æger pluribus unus erat,</l>
                                    <l rend="i0">Ille suum extincto, Phœbi quia lampadis æstu</l>
                                    <l rend="i2">Occultoque uri, questus ab igne caput</l>
                                    <l rend="i0">Quæsiit in prora, si quam daiet angulus umbram,</l>
                                    <l rend="i2">Nulla sed in proræ partibus umbra fuit.</l>
                                    <l rend="i0">Quæsiit in puppi, nihil umbræ puppis habebat,</l>
                                    <l rend="i2">Summa sed urebant solis, &amp; ima faces.</l>
                                    <l rend="i0">His cupiens Anchieta malis succurrere, solam</l>
                                    <l rend="i2">Aera per medium tendere vidit avem.</l>
                                    <l rend="i0">Vidit, ei socias, ait, i, quære cohortes</l>
                                    <l rend="i2">Aliger atque redux cum legione veni.</l>
                                    <l rend="i0">Dicta probavit avis, celerique citatior Euro,</l>
                                    <l rend="i2">Cognatum properat, quærere jussa gregem.</l>
                                    <l rend="i0">Milleque mox sociis comitata revertitur alis,</l>
                                    <l rend="i2">Mille sequi visæ, mille præire ducem.</l>
                                    <l rend="i0">Mille supra, &amp; totidem, juxtaque, infraque
                                    <l rend="i2">Omnis ad Anchietæ turba vocata preces.</l>
                                    <l rend="i0">Et simul expansis facta testudine pennis,</l>
                                    <l rend="i2">Desuper in tostas incubuere rates.</l>
                                    <l rend="i0">Et procul inde diem, &amp; lucem pepulere diei,</l>
                                    <l rend="i2">Debile dum molis conderet umbra caput.</l>
                                    <l rend="i0">Scilicet hæc fierent, ut canopea repente</l>
                                    <l rend="i2">
                                    <persName ref="Anchietus">Anchieta</persName>
                                       artifices, esse coegit aves.</l>
                                    <title>Vida do Veneravel Padre Joseph de Anchieta, da companhia
                                       de Jesu, Taumaturgo do Novo Mundo, na Provincia do Brasil.
                                       composta pello P. Simam de Vasconcellos, da mesma
                                    <placeName>Lisboa</placeName>. <date instant="false">1672</date>.</bibl>
                                 <persName>Father Simam de Vasconcellos</persName> probably stole
                                 this miracle from the Arabian story of
                                 <persName>Solomon</persName>, not that he is deficient in
                                 invention, but a <orgName>Jesuit</orgName> cannot be suspected of
                                 ignorance. </p>
                              <p> In a very old book, the <bibl>
                                 <hi rend="italic">Margarita
                              </bibl>, is an account of a parasol more
                                 convenient, tho' not in so <hi rend="italic">elegant a taste</hi>
                                 as that of the wonder worker <persName>Anchieta</persName>. There
                                 is said to be <rs type="metaplace" subtype="remote">a nation of one
                                    legged men</rs>, and one of these <orgName>unipods</orgName> is
                                 represented in a print lying on his back, under the shade of his
                                 own great foot. It is probably a classical lie. </p>
                              <p> The most quaint account of <persName>Solomon</persName>'s wisdom
                                 is in <bibl>
                                 <author>Du Bartas</author>
                              </bibl>. </p>
                                 <l rend="i0">Hee knowes——</l>
                                 <l rend="i0">Whether <rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest" ref="sky">the Heavens</rs> sweet-sweating kisse appear</l>
                                 <l rend="i0">To be Pearls parent, and the Oysters pheer,</l>
                                 <l rend="i0">And whether, dusk, it makes them dim withall,</l>
                                 <l rend="i0">Cleer breeds the cleer, and stormy brings the
                                 <l rend="i0">Whether from sea the amber-greece be sent,</l>
                                 <l rend="i0">Or be some fishes pleasant excrement.</l>
                                 <l rend="i0">He knowes why <placeName ref="Earth_planet">the
                                       Earth</placeName>'s immoveable and round,</l>
                                 <l rend="i0">The lees of <name type="myth">Nature</name>, center of
                                    the mound;</l>
                                 <l rend="i0">Hee knows her mesure: and hee knows beside</l>
                                 <l rend="i0">How <hi rend="italic">Coloquintida</hi> (duely
                                 <l rend="i0">Within the darknesse of the Conduit-pipes,</l>
                                 <l rend="i0">Amid the winding of our inward tripes,</l>
                                 <l rend="i0">Can so discreetly the <hi rend="italic">white
                                       humour</hi> take.</l>
                                 <author>Sylvester</author>'s <title>Du Bartas</title>. </bibl>
                         his sun-shield, fanned around him</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2075">The motionless air of noon: from place to place,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2076">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="phys">As his will reined <rs type="metaplace" subtype="barrier">the viewless Element</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2077">
                        <rs type="metaplace" subtype="passage" ref="sky">He rode
                           the Wind</rs>: the <orgName>Genii</orgName> reared his <rs type="building" subtype="temple">temple</rs>,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2078">And ceaselessly in fear while his dead eye</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2079">O'erlooked them, day and night pursued their toil,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2080">So dreadful was his power.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg279">
                     <l rend="i8" n="2081">THALABA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg280">
                     <l rend="i10" n="2082">But 'twas from Heaven</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2083">His wisdom came; God's special gift ... the guerdon</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2084">Of early virtue.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg281">
                     <l rend="i8" n="2085">LOBABA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg282">
                     <l rend="i6" n="2086">Learn thou, O young man!</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2087">God hath appointed Wisdom the reward</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2088">Of study! 'tis a spring of living waters,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2089">Whose inexhaustible bounties all might drink</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2090">But few dig deep enough. Son! thou art silent,...</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2091">Perhaps I say too much,... perhaps offend thee.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg283">
                     <l rend="i8" n="2092">THALABA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg284">
                     <l rend="i0" n="2093">Nay, I am young, and willingly as becomes me,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2094">Hear the wise words of age.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg285">
                     <l rend="i8" n="2095">LOBABA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg286">
                     <l rend="i12" n="2096">Is it a crime</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2097">To mount the horse, because forsooth thy feet</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2098">Can serve thee for the journey? is it sin</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2099">Because the Hern soars upward in the sky</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2100">Above the arrow's flight, to train the Falcon</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2101">Whose beak shall pierce him there? the powers which
                     <l rend="i0" n="2102">Granted to man, were granted for his use;</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2103">All knowledge that befits not human weakness</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2104">Is placed beyond its reach.... They who repair</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2105">To <placeName>Babylon</placeName>, and from the Angels
                     <l rend="i0" n="2106">Mysterious wisdom, sin not in the deed.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg287">
                     <l rend="i8" n="2107">THALABA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg288">
                     <l rend="i0" n="2108">Know you these secrets?</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg289">
                     <l rend="i8" n="2109">LOBABA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg290">
                     <l rend="i10" n="2110">I? alas my Son</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2111">My age just knows enough to understand</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2112">How little all its knowledge! later years</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2113">Sacred to study, teach me to regret</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2114">Youth's unforeseeing indolence, and hours</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2115">That cannot be recalled! something I know:</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2116">The properties of herbs, and have sometimes</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2117">Brought to the afflicted comfort and relief</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2118">By the secrets of my art; under His blessing</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2119">Without whom all had failed! Also of Gems</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2120">I have some knowledge, and the characters</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2121">That tell beneath what aspect they were set.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg291">
                     <l rend="i8" n="2122">THALABA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg292">
                     <l rend="i0" n="2123">Belike you can interpret then the graving</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2124">Around this Ring?</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg293">
                     <l rend="i8" n="2125">LOBABA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg294">
                     <l rend="i8" n="2126">My sight is feeble, Son,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2127">And I must view it closer, let me try!</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg295">
                     <l rend="i4" n="2128">The unsuspecting Youth</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2129">Held forth his linger to draw off the spell.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2130">Even whilst he held it forth,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2131">There settled there a Wasp,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2132">And just above the Gem infixed its dart.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2133">All purple swoln the hot and painful flesh</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2134">Rose round the tightened Ring.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2135">The baffled Sorcerer knew the hand of Heaven,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2136">And inwardly blasphemed.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg296">
                     <l rend="i4" n="2137">Ere long Lobaba's heart,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2138">Fruitful in wiles, devised new stratagem.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2139">A mist arose at noon;</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2140">Like the loose hanging skirts</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2141">Of some low cloud that, by the breeze impelled,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2142">Sweeps o'er the mountain side.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2143">With joy the thoughtless youth</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2144">That grateful shadowing hailed;</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2145">For grateful was the shade,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2146">While thro' the silver-lighted haze</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2147">Guiding their way, appeared the beamless Sun.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2148">But soon that beacon failed;</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2149">A heavier mass of cloud</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2150">Impenetrably deep,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2151">Hung o'er the wilderness.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2152">"Knowest thou the track?" quoth Thalaba,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2153">"Or should we pause, and wait the wind</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2154">"To scatter this bewildering fog?"</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2155">The Sorcerer answered him</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2156">"Now let us hold right on,... for if we stray</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2157">"The Sun tomorrow will direct our course."</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2158">So saying, he towards <rs type="place" ref="desert">the
                           desert depths</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2159">Misleads the youth deceived.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg297">
                     <l rend="i4" n="2160">Earlier the night came on,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2161">Nor moon, nor stars, were visible in <rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest">Heaven</rs>;</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2162">And when at morn the youth unclosed his eyes</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2163">He knew not where to turn his face in prayer.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2164">"What shall we do?" Lobaba cried,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2165">"The lights of <rs type="metaplace" subtype="celest">Heaven</rs> have ceased</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2166">"To guide us on our way.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2167">"Should we remain and wait</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2168">"More favourable skies?</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2169">"Soon would our food and water fail us here!</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2170">"And if we venture on,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2171">"There are the dangers of the wilderness!"</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2172">"Sure it were best proceed!"</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2173">The chosen youth replies.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2174">"So haply we may reach some tent, or grove</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2175">"Of dates, or stationed tribe.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2176">"But idly to remain</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2177">"Were yielding effortless, and waiting death."</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2178">The wily Sorcerer willingly assents,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2179">And farther in the sands,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2180">Elate of heart, he leads the credulous youth.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg298">
                     <l rend="i4" n="2181">Still o'er the wilderness</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2182">Settled the moveless mist.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2183">The timid Antelope that heard their steps</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2184">Stood doubtful where to turn in that dim light,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2185">The Ostrich, blindly hastening, met them full.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2186">At night again in hope,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2187">Young Thalaba laid down;</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2188">The morning came, and not one guiding ray</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2189">Thro' the thick mist was visible,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2190">The same deep moveless mist that mantled all.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2191">Oh for the Vulture's scream</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2192">That haunts for prey the abode of humankind!</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2193">Oh for the Plover's
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_77">
                              <p> In places where there was water we found a beautiful variety of
                                 the plover. <bibl>Niebuhr.</bibl>
                         pleasant cry</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2194">To tell of water near!</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2195">Oh for the Camel-driver's
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_78">
                              <p> The Camels of the hot countries are not fastened one to the tail
                                 of the other as in cold climates, but suffered to go at their will
                                 like herds of cows. The Camel driver follows singing, and from time
                                 to time giving a sudden whistle. The louder he sings and whistles,
                                 the faster the Camels go, and they stop as soon as he ceases to
                                 sing. The Camel-drivers to relieve each other sing alternately, and
                                 when they wish their beasts to brouze for half an hour on what they
                                 can find, they amuse themselves by smoking a pipe, after which
                                 beginning again to sing, the Camels immediately proceed.
                     <l rend="i2" n="2196">For now the water-skin grows light,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2197">Tho' of the draught, more eagerly desired,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2198">Imperious prudence took with sparing thirst.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2199">Oft from the third night's broken sleep,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2200">As in his dreams he heard</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2201">The sound of rushing winds,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2202">Started the anxious youth, and looked abroad,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2203">In vain! for still the deadly calm endured.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2204">Another day past on,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2205">The water-skin was drained,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2206">But then one hope arrived</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2207">For there was motion in the air!</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2208">The sound of the wind arose anon</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2209">That scattered the thick mist,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2210">And lo! at length the lovely face of Heaven!</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg299">
                     <l rend="i4" n="2211">Alas ... a wretched scene</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2212">Was opened on their view.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2213">They looked around, no wells were near,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2214">No tent, no human aid!</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2215">Flat on the Camel lay the water-skin,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2216">And their dumb servant difficultly now,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2217">Over hot sands and under the hot sun,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2218">Dragged on with patient pain.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2219">But oh the joy! the blessed sight!</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2220">When in the burning waste the Travellers</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2221">Saw a green meadow, fair with flowers besprent,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2222">Azure and yellow, like the beautiful fields</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2223">Of England, when amid the growing grass</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2224">The blue-bell bends, the golden king-cup shines,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2225">In the merry month of May!</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2226">Oh joy! the Travellers</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2227">Gaze on each other with hope-brightened eyes,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2228">For sure thro' that green meadow flows</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2229">The living stream! and lo! their famished beast</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2230">Sees the restoring sight!</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2231">Hope gives his feeble limbs a sudden strength,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2232">He hurries on!</l>
                     <l rend="i6" n="2233">The herbs so fair to eye</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2234">Were Senna, and the Gentian's blossom blue,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2235">And kindred plants that with unwatered root</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2236">Fed in the burning sand, whose bitter leaves</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2237">Even frantic
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_79">
                              <p> At four in the afternoon we had an unexpected entertainment, which
                                 filled our hearts with a very short-lived joy. The whole plain
                                 before us seemed thick covered with green grass and yellow daisies.
                                 We advanced to the place with as much speed as our lame condition
                                 would suffer us, but how terrible was our disapointment, when we
                                 found the whole of that verdure to consist in senna and
                                 coloquintida, the most nauseous of plants, and the most incapable
                                 of being substituted as food for man or beast. <bibl>Bruce.</bibl>
                         Famine loathed.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg300">
                     <l rend="i0" n="2238">In uncommunicating misery</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2239">Silent they stood. At length Lobaba cried,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2240">"Son we must slay the Camel, or we die</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2241">"For lack of water! thy young hand is firm,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2242">"Draw forth the knife and pierce him!"</l>
                     <l rend="i12" n="2243">Wretch accurst,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2244">Who that beheld thy venerable face,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2245">Thy features fixed with suffering, the dry lips,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2246">The feverish eyes, could deem that all within</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2247">Was magic ease, and fearlessness secure,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2248">And wiles of hellish import? the young man</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2249">Paused with reluctant pity: but he saw</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2250">His comrade's red and painful countenance,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2251">And his own burning breath came short and quick,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2252">And at his feet the gasping beast</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2253">Lies, over-worn with want.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2254">Then from his
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_80">
                              <p> The girdles of these people are usually of worsted, very artfully
                                 woven into a variety of figures, and made to wrap several times
                                 about their bodies, one end of them, by being doubled and sown
                                 along the edges, serves them for a purse, agreable to the
                                 acceptation of the word Ζωνη in the Holy Scriptures, the Turks and
                                 Arabs make a further use ot their girdles by fixing their knives
                                 and poiniards in them; whilst the Hojias, i. e. the writers and
                                 secretaries, are distinguished by having an inkhorn, the badge of
                                 their office, suspended in the like situation. <bibl>Shaw.</bibl>
                         girdle Thalaba took the knife</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2255">With stern compassion, and from side to side</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2256">Across
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_81">
                              <p> On the road we passed the skeleton of a camel, which now and then
                                 happens in <rs type="place" ref="desert">the desert</rs>. These are
                                 poor creatures that have perished with fatigue: for those which are
                                 killed for the sustenance of the Arabs, are carried away bones and
                                 all together. Of the hides are made the soles of the slippers which
                                 are worn in <placeName>Egypt</placeName>, without any dressing, but
                                 what the sun can give them. The circumstances of this animal's
                                 death, when his strength fails him on the road, have something in
                                 them affecting to humanity. Such are his patience and perseverance,
                                 that he pursues his journey without flagging, as long as he has
                                 power to support its weight; and such are his fortitude and spirit,
                                 that he will never give out, until nature sinks beneath the
                                 complicated ills which press upon him. Then, and then only, will he
                                 resign his burden and body to the ground. Nor stripes, nor caresses
                                 nor food, nor rest, will make him rise again! His vigor is
                                 exhausted, and life ebbs out apace! This the Arabs are very
                                 sensible of, and kindly plunge a sword into the breast of the dying
                                 beast, to shorten his pangs. Even the Arab feels remorse when he
                                 commits this deed: his hardened heart is moved at the loss of a
                                 faithful servant. <bibl>Eyles Irwin.</bibl>
                              <p> In the Monthly Magazine for January 1800, is a letter from
                                 professor Heering recommending the introduction of these animals at
                                 the Cape, but the Camel is made only for level countries. "This
                                 animal is very ill qualified to travel upon the snow or wet ground;
                                 the breadth in which they carry their legs, when they slip, often
                                 occasions their splitting themselves; so that when they fall with
                                 great burdens they seldom rise again." <bibl>Jonas Hanway.</bibl>
                              <p> The African Arabs say, if one should put the question <hi rend="italic">which is best for you, a Camel, to go up hill or
                                    down?</hi> he will make answer, <hi rend="italic">God's curse
                                    light on 'em both, wheresoever they are to be met with</hi>.
                                    <bibl>Morgan's Hist. of Algiers.</bibl>
                              <p> No creature seems so peculiarly fitted to the climate in which it
                                 exists. We cannot doubt the nature of the one has been adapted to
                                 that of the other by some <hi rend="italic">disposing
                                    intelligence</hi>. Designing the Camel to dwell in a country
                                 where he can find little nourishment, <name type="myth">Nature</name> has been sparing of her materials in the whole of
                                 his formation, She has not bestowed upon him the plump fleshiness
                                 of the ox, horse, or elephant; but limiting herself to what is
                                 strictly necessary, she has given him a small head without ears, at
                                 the end of a long neck without flesh. She has taken from his legs
                                 and thighs every muscle not immediately resquisite for motion; and
                                 in short has bestowed on his withered body only the vessels and
                                 tendons necessary to connect his frame together. She has furnished
                                 him with a strong jaw, that he may grind the hardest aliments; but
                                 lest he should consume too much, she has contracted his stomach,
                                 and obliged him to chew the cud. She has lined his foot with a lump
                                 of flesh, which, sliding in the mud, and being no way adapted for
                                 climbing, fits him only for a dry, level, and sandy soil, like that
                                 of <placeName>Arabia</placeName>. She has evidently destined him
                                 likewise to slavery, by refusing him every sort of defence against
                                 his enemies. Destitute of the horns of the bull, the hoofs of the
                                 horse, the tooth of the elephant, and the swiftness of the stag,
                                 how can the camel resist or avoid the attacks of the lion, the
                                 tyger, or even the wolf? To preserve the species therefore, <name type="myth">Nature</name> has concealed him in the depths of the
                                    <rs type="place" ref="desert">vast deserts</rs>, where the want
                                 of vegetables can attract no game, and whence the want of game
                                 repels every voracious animal. Tyranny must have expelled man from
                                 the habitable parts of <placeName ref="Earth_planet">the
                                    earth</placeName>, before the Camel could have lost his liberty.
                                 Become domestic, he has rendered habitable the most barren soil
                                    <placeName ref="the_world">the world</placeName> contains. He
                                 alone supplies all his master's wants. The milk of the Camel
                                 nourishes the family of the Arab, under the various forms of curds,
                                 cheese, and butter; and they often feed upon his flesh. Slippers
                                 and harness are made of his skin, and tents and clothing of his
                                 hair. Heavy burthens are transported by his means, and when the
                                 earth denies forage to the horse, so valuable to the Bedouin, the
                                 she-camel supplies that deficiency by her milk, at no other cost,
                                 for so many advantages, than a few stalks of brambles or wormwood,
                                 and pounded date kernels. So great is the importance of the Camel
                                 to the desert, that were it deprived of that useful animal, it must
                                 infallibly lose every inhabitant. <bibl>Volney.</bibl>
                         the Camel's throat,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2257">Drew deep the crooked blade.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2258">Servant of man, that merciful deed</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2259">For ever ends thy suffering, but what doom</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2260">Waits thy deliverer! "little will thy death</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2261">"Avail us!" thought the youth,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2262">As in the water-skin he poured</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2263">The Camel's hoarded draught:</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2264">It gave a scant supply,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2265">The poor allowance of one prudent day.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg301">
                     <l rend="i0" n="2266">Son of Hodeirah, tho' thy steady soul</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2267">Despaired not, firm in faith,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2268">Yet not the less did suffering <name type="myth">Nature</name> feel</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2269">Her pangs and trials, long their craving thirst</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2270">Struggled with fear, by fear itself inflamed;</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2271">But drop by drop, that poor,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2272">That last supply is drained!</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2273">Still the same burning sun! no cloud in heaven!</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2274">The hot air quivers, and the sultry mist</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2275">Floats o'er <rs type="place" ref="desert">the
                        desert</rs>, with a show</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2276">Of distant
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_82">
                              <p> Where any part of these <rs type="place" ref="desert">Deserts</rs>
                                 is sandy and level, the Horizon is as fit for astronomical
                                 observations as the sea, and appears at a small distance, to be no
                                 less a collection of water. It was likewise equally surprising to
                                 observe, in what an extraordinary manner every object appeared to
                                 be magified within it; insomuch that a shrub seemed as big as a
                                 tree, and a flock of Achbobbas might be mistaken for a caravan of
                                 Camels. This seeming collection of water, always advances, about a
                                 quarter of a mile before us, whilst the intermediate space appears
                                 to be in one continued glow, occasioned by the quivering undulating
                                 motion of that quick succession of vapours and exhalations, which
                                 are extracted by the powerful influence of the sun.
                              <p> In the Bahar Danush is a metaphor drawn from this optical
                                 deception. "It is the ancient custom of Fortune, and time has long
                                 established the habit, that she at first bewilders the thirsty
                                 travellers in the path of desire, by the misty vapour of
                                 disappointment; but when their distress and misery has reached
                                 extremity, suddenly relieving them from the dark windings of
                                 confusion and error, she conducts them to the fountains of
                                 enjoyment." </p>
                              <p> "The burning heat of the sun was reflected with double violence
                                 from the hot sand, and the distant ridges of the hills, seen thro'
                                 the ascending vapour, seemed to wave and fluctuate like the
                                 unsettled sea." <bibl>Mungo Park.</bibl>
                              <p> "I shake the lash over my Camel, and she quickens her pace, while
                                 the sultry vapour rolls in waves over the burning cliffs."
                                    <bibl>Moallakat. Poem of Tarafa.</bibl>
                         waters, mocking their distress!</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2277">The youth's parched lips were black,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2278">His tongue was
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_83">
                              <p> Perhaps no traveller but Mr. Park ever survived to relate similar
                                 sufferings. </p>
                              <p> "I pushed on as fast as possible, in hopes of reaching some
                                 watering-place in the course of the night. My thirst was by this
                                 time become insufferable; my mouth was parched and inflamed; a
                                 sudden dimness would frequently come over my eyes, with other
                                 symptoms of fainting; and my horse being very much fatigued, I
                                 began seriously to apprehend that I should perish of thirst. To
                                 relieve the burning pain in my mouth and throat, I chewed the
                                 leaves of different shrubs, but found them all bitter and of no
                                 service to me. </p>
                              <p> A little before sunset, having reached the top of a gentle rising,
                                 I climbed a high tree, from the topmost branches of which I cast a
                                 melancholy look over the barren wilderness, but without discovering
                                 the most distant trace of a human dwelling. The same dismal
                                 uniformity of shrubs and sand every where presents itself, and the
                                 horizon, was as level and uninterrupted as that of the sea. </p>
                              <p> Descending from the tree, I found my horse devouring the stubble
                                 and brushwood with great avidity; and as I was now too faint to
                                 attempt walking, and my horse too much fatigued to carry me, I
                                 thought it but an act of humanity, and perhaps the last I should
                                 ever have it in my power to perform, to take off his bridle and let
                                 him shift for himself: in doing which I was suddenly affected with
                                 sickness and giddiness, and falling upon the sand, felt as if the
                                 hour of death was fast approaching. Here then, thought I, after a
                                 short but ineffectual struggle, terminate all my hopes of being
                                 useful in my day and generation; here must the short span of my
                                 life come to an end.—I cast (as I believed) a last look on the
                                 surrounding scene, and whilst I reflected on the awful change that
                                 was about to take place, <placeName ref="the_world">this
                                    world</placeName> with its enjoyments seemed to vanish from my
                                 recollection. <name type="myth">Nature</name> however, at length
                                 resumed its functions; and on recovering my senses, I found myself
                                 stretched upon the sand with the bridle still in my hand, and the
                                 sun just sinking behind the trees. I now summoned all my
                                 resolution, and determined to make another effort to prolong my
                                 existence. And as the evening was somewhat cool, I resolved to
                                 travel as far as my limbs would carry me, in hopes of reaching (my
                                 only resource) a watering place. With this view I put the bridle on
                                 my horse, and driving him before me, went slowly along for about an
                                 hour, when I perceived some lightning from the north east, a most
                                 delightful sight, for it promised rain. The darkness and lightning
                                 increased very rapidly; and in less than an hour I heard the wind
                                 roaring among the bushes. I had already opened my mouth to receive
                                 the refreshing drops which I expected, but I was instantly covered
                                 with a cloud of sand, driven with such force by the wind as to give
                                 a very disagreeable sensation to my face and arms, and I was
                                 obliged to mount my horse and stop under a bush, to prevent being
                                 suffocated. The sand continued to fly in amazing quantities for
                                 near an hour, after which I again set forward, and travelled with
                                 difficulty, until ten o'clock. About this time I was agreeably
                                 surprized by some very vivid flashes of lightning, followed by a
                                 few heavy drops of rain. In a little time the sand ceased to fly,
                                 and I alighted, and spread out all my clean clothes to collect the
                                 rain, which at length I saw would certainly fall.—For more than an
                                 hour it rained plentifully, and I quenched my thirst, by wringing
                                 and sucking my clothes. <bibl>Park's Travels in the Interior of
                         dry and rough,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2279">His eye-balls red with heat.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2280">His comrade gazed on him with looks</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2281">That seemed to speak of pity, and he said</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2282">"Let me behold thy Ring,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2283">"It may have virtue that can save us yet!"</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2284">With that he took his hand</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2285">And viewed the writing close,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2286">Then cried with sudden joy</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2287">"It is a stone that whoso bears</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2288">"The Genii must obey!</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2289">"Now raise thy voice, my Son,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2290">"And bid them in his name that here is written</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2291">"Preserve us in our need."</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg302">
                     <l rend="i4" n="2292">"Nay!" answered Thalaba,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2293">"Shall I distrust the providence of God?</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2294">"Is it not He must save?</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2295">"If <name type="divin">Allah</name> wills it not</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2296">"Vain were the Genii's aid."</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg303">
                     <l rend="i2" n="2297">Whilst he spake Lobaba's eye</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2298">Full on the distance fixed,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2299">Attended not his speech.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2300">Its fearful meaning drew</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2301">The looks of Thalaba.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2302">
                        <rs type="place" ref="desert">Columns of sand came moving
                     <l rend="i4" n="2303">Red in the burning ray</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2304">Like obelisks of fire</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2305">They rushed before the driving wind.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2306">Vain were all thoughts of flight!</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2307">They had not hoped escape</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2308">Could they have backed the Dromedary then</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2309">Who in his rapid race</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2310">Gives to the tranquil
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_84">
                              <p> All the time I was in Barbary I could never get sight of above
                                 three or four Dromedaries. These the Arabs call Mehera, the
                                 singular is Meheri. They are of several sorts, and degrees of
                                 value, some worth many common Camels, others scarce worth two or
                                 three. To look on, they seem little different from the rest of that
                                 Species, only I think the Excrescence on a Dromedary's Back is
                                 somewhat less than that of a Camel. What is reported of their
                                 sleeping, or rather seeming scarce alive, for some Time after
                                 coming into <placeName ref="the_world">this World</placeName>, is
                                 no Fable. The longer they lie so, the more excellent they prove in
                                 their Kind, and consequently of higher Price and Esteem. None lie
                                 in that Trance more than ten Days and Nights. These that do, are
                                 pretty rare, and are called Ashari from Aashara, which signifies
                                 ten in Arabick. I saw one such, perfectly white all over, belonging
                                 to Lella Oumane Princess of that noble Arab Neja, named Hayl ben
                                 Ali, I spoke of, and upon which she put a very great Value, never
                                 sending it abroad but upon some extraordinary Occasion, when the
                                 greatest Expedition was required; having others, inferior in
                                 swiftness, for more ordinary Messages. They say that one of these
                                 Aasharies will, in one Night, and thro' a level Country, traverse
                                 as much Ground as any single Horse can perform in ten, which is no
                                 Exaggeration of the Matter, since many have affirmed to me, that it
                                 makes nothing of holding its rapid Pace, which is a most violent
                                 Hard Trot, for four and twenty Hours upon a Stretch without shewing
                                 the least Sign of Weariness, or Inclination to Bait; and that
                                 having then swallowed a Ball or two of Sort of a Paste, made up of
                                 Barley-Meal, and may be a little Powder of Dates among it, with a
                                 Bowl of Water, or Camel's Milk, if to be had, and which the Courier
                                 seldom forgets to be provided with, in Skins, as well for the
                                 Sustenance of himself as of his Pegasus, the indefatigable Animal
                                 will seem as fresh as at first setting out, and ready to continue
                                 running at the same scarce credible Rate, for as many Hours longer,
                                 and so on from one <rs type="place" ref="desert">Extremity of the
                                       <placeName ref="Africa">African Desarts</placeName>
                              </rs> to
                                 the other; provided its Rider could hold out without Sleep, and
                                 other Refreshment. This has been averred to me, by, I believe more
                                 than a thousand Arabs and Moors, all agreeing in every Particular. </p>
                              <p> I happened to be, once in particular, at the Tent of that
                                 Princess, with Ali ben Mahamoud, the Bey, or Vice-Roy of the
                                 Algerine Eastern Province, when he went thither to celebrate his
                                 Nuptials with Ambarca, her only Daughter, if I mistake not. Among
                                 other Entertainments she gave her Guests, the favourite white
                                 Dromedary was brought forth, ready Saddled and Bridled. I say
                                 Bridled, because the Thong, which serves instead of a Bridle, was
                                 put thro' the Hole purposely made in the Gristle of the Creature's
                                 Nose. The Arab appointed to mount, was straightly laced, from the
                                 very Loins quite to his Throat, in a strong Leathern Jacket; they
                                 never riding these Animals any otherwise accoutred, so impetuously
                                 violent are the Concussions the Rider undergoes, during that rapid
                                 Motion, that were he to be loose. I much question whether a few
                                 Hours such unintermitting Agitation would not endanger the bursting
                                 of some of his Entrails: And this the Arabs scruple not to
                                 acknowledge. We were to be diverted with seeing this fine Ashari
                                 run against some of the swiftest Barbs in the whole Neja, which is
                                 famed for having good ones, of the true Libyan Breed, shaped like
                                 Greyhounds, and which will sometimes run down an Ostridge; which
                                 few of the very best can pretend to do, especially upon a hard
                                 Ground, perfectly level. We all started like Racers, and for the
                                 first Spurt, most of the best mounted among us kept up pretty well,
                                 but our Grass fed Horses soon flagged: Several of the Libyan and
                                 Numidian Runners held Pace till we, who still followed upon a good
                                 round Hand Gallop, could no longer discern them, and then gave out;
                                 as we were told after their Return. When the Dromedary had been out
                                 of our Sight about half an Hour, we again espied it flying towards
                                 us with an amazing Volocity, and in a very few Moments was among
                                 us, and seemingly nothing concerned; while the Horses and Mares
                                 were all on a Foam, and scarce able to breathe, as was, likewise, a
                                 fleet, tall Greyhound Bitch, of the young Prince's, who had
                                 followed and kept Pace the whole Time, and was no sooner got back
                                 to us, but lay down panting as if ready to expire. I cannot tell
                                 how many Miles we went; but we were near three Hours in coming
                                 leisurely back to the Tents, yet made no Stop in the Way. The young
                                 Prince Hamet ben al Guydom ben Sakhari, and his younger Brother
                                 Messoud, told their new Brother-in-Law, that they defied all the
                                 Potentates of <placeName>Africa</placeName> to shew him such an
                                 Ashari; and the Arab who rode it, challenged the Bey to lay his
                                 Lady a Wager of 1000 Ducats, that he did not bring him an Answer to
                                 a Letter from the Prince of Wargala, in less than four Days, tho'
                                 Leo Africanus, Marmol, and several others assure us, that it is no
                                 less than forty Spanish Leagues, of four Miles each, South of
                                 Tuggurt to which Place, upon another Occasion, as I shall observe,
                                 we made six tedious Days March from the Neighbourhood of Biscara,
                                 North of which we were then, at least thirty Hours riding, if I
                                 remember rightly. However the Bey, who was a Native of Biscara, and
                                 consequently well acquainted with the Sahara, durst not take him
                                 up. By all Circumstances, and the Description given us, besides
                                 what I know of the Matter my self, it could not be much less than
                                 400 Miles, and as many back again, the fellow offered to ride, in
                                 so short a Time; nay many other Arabs boldly proffered to venture
                                 all they were worth in <placeName ref="the_world">the
                                    World</placeName>, that he would perform it with all the Ease
                                 imaginable. <bibl>Morgan's History of Algiers.</bibl>
                              <p> Chenier says "the Dromedary can travel 60 leagues in a day, his
                                 motion is so rapid that the rider is obliged to be girthed to the
                                 saddle, and to have a handkerchief before his mouth to break the
                                 current of the wind."—These accounts are probably much exaggerated. </p>
                              <p> "The royal couriers in Persia wear a white sash girded from the
                                 shoulders to their waist many times round their bodies, by which
                                 means they are enabled to ride for many days without great
                                 fatigue." <bibl>Hanway.</bibl>
                         air, a drowning force.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg304">
                     <l rend="i4" n="2311">High ... high in heaven upcurled</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2312">The dreadful
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_85">
                              <p> We were here at once surprised and terrified by a sight surely the
                                 most magnificent in <placeName ref="the_world">the
                                    world</placeName>. In that vast expanse of <rs type="place" ref="desert">desert</rs>, from W. and to N. W. of us, we saw a
                                 number of prodigious pillars of sand at different distances, at
                                 times moving with great celerity, at others stalking with a
                                 majestic slowness: at intervals we thought they were coming in a
                                 very few moments to overwhelm us, and small quantities of sand did
                                 actually more than once reach us. Again they would retreat so as to
                                 be almost out of sight, their tops reaching to the very clouds.
                                 There the tops often separated from the bodies, and these once
                                 disjoined, dispersed in the air and did not appear more. Sometimes
                                 they were broken near the middle, as if struck with a large cannon
                                 shot. About noon they began to advance with considerable swiftness
                                 upon us, the wind being very strong at north. Eleven of them ranged
                                 alongside of us about the distance of three miles. The greatest
                                 diameter of the largest appeared to me at that distance as if it
                                 would measure ten feet. They retired from us with a wind at S. E.
                                 leaving an impression upon my mind to which I can give no name;
                                 though surely one ingredient in it was fear, with a considerable
                                 deal of wonder and astonishment. It was in vain to think of flying,
                                 the swiftest horse, or fastest sailing ship could be of no use to
                                 carry us out of this danger, and the full persuasion of this
                                 rivetted me as if to the spot where I stood. </p>
                              <p> On the 15th the same appearance of moving pillars of sand
                                 presented themselves to us, only they seemed to be more in number,
                                 and less in size. They came several times in a direction close upon
                                 us; that is, I believe, within less than two miles. They began
                                 immediately after sun-rise, like a thick wood, and almost darkened
                                 the sun. His rays shining through them for near an hour, gave them
                                 an appearance of pillars of fire. Our people now became desperate:
                                 the Greeks shrieked out, and said it was the day of judgement.
                                 Ismael pronounced it to be <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin" ref="Hell">hell</rs>, and the Tucorories that <placeName ref="the_world">the world</placeName> was on fire.
                         columns moved,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2313">Swift, as the whirlwind that impelled their way,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2314">They rushed towards the Travellers!</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2315">The old Magician shrieked,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2316">And lo! the foremost bursts,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2317">Before the whirlwind's force,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2318">Scattering afar a burning shower of sand.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2319">"Now by the virtue of the Ring</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2320">"Save us!" Lobaba cried.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2321">"While yet thou hast the power</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2322">"Save us. O save us! now!"</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2323">The youth made no reply,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2324">Gazing in aweful wonder on the scene.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg305">
                     <l rend="i2" n="2325">"Why dost thou wait?" the Old Man exclaimed,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2326">"If <name type="divin">Allah</name> and the Prophet will
                        not save</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2327">"Call on the Powers that will!"</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg306">
                     <l rend="i0" n="2328">"Ha! do I know thee, Infidel accurst?"</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2329">Exclaimed the awakened youth.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2330">"And thou hast led me hither, Child of Sin!</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2331">"That fear might make me sell</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2332">"My soul to endless death!"</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg307">
                     <l rend="i2" n="2333">"Fool that thou art!" Lobaba cried,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2334">"Call upon him whose name</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2335">"Thy charmed signet bears,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2336">"Or die the death thy foolishness deserves!"</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg308">
                     <l rend="i0" n="2337">"Servant of Hell! die thou!" quoth Thalaba.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2338">And leaning on his bow</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2339">He fitted the loose string,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2340">And laid the arrow in its resting-place.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2341">"Bow of my Father, do thy duty now!"</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2342">He drew the arrow to its point,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2343">True to his eye it fled,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2344">And full upon the breast</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2345">It smote the wizard man.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2346">Astonished Thalaba beheld</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2347">The blunted point recoil.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg309">
                     <l rend="i4" n="2348">A proud and bitter smile</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2349">Wrinkled Lobaba's cheek,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2350">"Try once again thine earthly arms!" he cried.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2351">"Rash Boy! the Power I serve</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2352">"Abandons not his votaries.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2353">"It is for <name type="divin">Allah</name>'s wretched
                        slaves, like thou,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2354">"To serve a master, who in the hour of need</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2355">"Forsakes them to their fate!</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2356">"I leave thee!"... and he shook his staff, and called</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2357">The Chariot of his Charms.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B4_lg310">
                     <l rend="i4" n="2358">Swift as the viewless wind,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2359">Self-moved, the Chariot came,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2360">The Sorcerer mounts the seat.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2361">"Yet once more weigh thy danger!" he exclaimed,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2362">"Ascend the car with me,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2363">"And with the speed of thought</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2364">"We pass <rs type="place" ref="desert">the desert
                     <l rend="i0" n="2365">The indignant youth vouchsafed not to reply,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2366">And lo! the magic car begins its course!</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2367">Hark! hark!... he screams.... Lobaba screams!</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2368">What wretch, and hast thou raised</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2369">The rushing Terrors of the Wilderness</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2370">To fall on thine own head?</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2371">Death! death! inevitable death!</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2372">Driven by the breath of<name type="divin">God</name>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2373">A column of <rs type="place" ref="desert">the Desert</rs>
                        met his way.</l>

               <div type="book" xml:id="Book_5">
                  <head>THE FIFTH BOOK.</head>
                  <lg xml:id="B5_lg311">
                     <l rend="i0" n="2374">When Thalaba from adoration rose,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2375">The air was cool, the sky</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2376">With welcome clouds o'ercast,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2377">That soon came down in rain.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2378">He lifted up his fevered face to heaven,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2379">And bared his head and stretched his hands</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2380">To that delightful shower,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2381">And felt the coolness flow thro' every limb</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2382">Freshening his powers of life.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B5_lg312">
                     <l rend="i0" n="2383">A loud quick panting! Thalaba looks up,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2384">He starts, and his instinctive hand</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2385">Grasps the knife hilt: for close beside</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2386">A Tyger passes him.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2387">An indolent and languid eye</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2388">The passing Tyger turned;</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2389">His head was hanging down,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2390">His dry tongue lolling low,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2391">And the short panting of his fevered breath</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2392">Came thro' his hot parched nostrils painfully.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2393">The young Arabian knew</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2394">The purport of his hurried pace,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2395">And following him in hope</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2396">Saw joyful from afar</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2397">The Tyger stoop and drink.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B5_lg313">
                     <l rend="i0" n="2398">The <rs type="place" ref="desert">desert</rs> Pelican had
                        built her nest</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2399">In that deep solitude.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2400">And now returned from distant flight</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2401">Fraught with the river stream,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2402">Her load of water had disburthened there.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2403">Her young in the refreshing bath</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2404">Sported all wantonness;</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2405">Dipt down their callow heads,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2406">Filled the swoln membrane from their plumeless throat</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2407">Pendant, and bills yet soft,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2408">And buoyant with arched breast,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2409">Plied in unpractised stroke</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2410">The oars of their broad feet.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2411">They, as the spotted prowler of the wild</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2412">Laps the cool wave, around their mother croud,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2413">And nestle underneath her outspread wings.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2414">The spotted prowler of the wild</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2415">Lapt the cool wave,
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_86">
                              <p> The Pelican makes choice of <rs type="place" ref="desert">dry and
                                    desert places</rs> to lay her eggs, when her young are hatched,
                                 she is obliged to bring water to them from great distances, to
                                 enable her to perform this necessary office <name type="myth">Nature</name> has provided her with a large sack which extends
                                 from the tip of the under mandible of her bill to the throat, and
                                 holds as much water as will supply her brood for several days. This
                                 water she pours into the nest to cool her young, to allay their
                                 thirst, and to teach them to swim. Lions, Tygers, and other
                                 rapacious animals resort to these nests, and drink the water and
                                 are said not to injure the young. <bibl>Smellie's Philosophy of
                                    Natural History.</bibl>
                         and satiate from the nest,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2416">Guiltless of blood, withdrew.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B5_lg314">
                     <l rend="i2" n="2417">The mother bird had moved not</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2418">But cowering o'er her nestlings,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2419">Sate confident and fearless,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2420">And watched the wonted guest.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2421">But when the human visitant approached,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2422">The alarmed Pelican</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2423">Retiring from that hostile shape,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2424">Gathers her young, and menaces with wings,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2425">And forward thrusts her threatening neck,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2426">Its feathers ruffling in her wrath,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2427">Bold with maternal fear.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2428">Thalaba drank and in the water-skin</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2429">Hoarded the precious element.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2430">Not all he took, but in the large nest left</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2431">Store that sufficed for life.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2432">And journeying onward blest the Carrier Bird,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2433">And blest in thankfulness,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2434">Their common Father, provident for all.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B5_lg315">
                     <l rend="i0" n="2435">With strength renewed and <rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">confident in faith</rs>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2436">
                        <persName ref="Thalaba">The son of
                        </persName> proceeds;</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2437">Till after the long toil of many a day,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2438">At length <placeName>Bagdad</placeName> appeared,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2439">
                        <rs type="place" ref="Bagdad">The City of his
                     <l rend="i4" n="2440">He hastening to the gate</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2441">Roams o'er <rs type="place" ref="Bagdad">the city</rs>
                        with insatiate eyes,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2442">Its thousand dwellings o'er whose level roofs</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2443">Fair cupolas appeared, and <rs type="building" subtype="temple">high-domed mosques</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2444">And <rs type="building" subtype="temple">pointed
                           minarets</rs>, and cypress groves</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2445">Every where scattered
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_87">
                              <p> These prominent features of <placeName ref="the_East">an Oriental
                                    city</placeName> will be found in all the views of <persName>Sir
                                    John Chardin</persName>. </p>
                                 <rs type="building" subtype="temple">The mosques, the minarets, and
                                    numerous cupolas</rs> form a splended spectacle; and <rs type="building" subtype="house">the flat roofs of the
                                    houses</rs> which are situated on the hills, rising one behind
                                 another, present a succession of hanging terraces, interspersed
                                 with cyprus and poplar trees. <bibl>
                                       <title>Nat. Hist. of
                              <p> The circuit of <placeName>Ispahan</placeName> taking in the
                                 suburbs is not less than that of <placeName>Paris</placeName>, but
                                    <placeName>Paris</placeName> contains ten times the number of
                                 its inhabitants. It is not however astonishing that this city is so
                                 extensive and so thinly peopled, because every family has its own
                                 house, and almost every house its garden; so that there is much
                                 void ground. From whatever side you arrive you first discover the
                                    <rs type="building" subtype="temple">towers of the Mosques</rs>,
                                 and then the trees which surround the houses; at a distance
                                    <placeName>Ispahan</placeName> resembles a forest more than a
                                 town. <bibl>Tavernier.</bibl>
                              <p> Of <placeName>Alexandria</placeName>
                              </bibl> says, "the spreading palm
                                 trees, the <rs type="building" subtype="house">terraced houses
                                    which seem to have no roof</rs>, <rs type="building" subtype="temple">the lofty slender minarets</rs>, all announce
                                 to <rs type="person">the traveller</rs> that he is in another
                         in unwithering green.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B5_lg316">
                     <l rend="i0" n="2446">Thou too art fallen, <placeName>Bagdad</placeName>! City
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_88">
                                 <persName>Almanzor</persName> riding one day with his courtiers
                                 along the <geogFeat>banks of <placeName ref="Tigris">the
                              </geogFeat>, where
                                    <placeName>Seleucia</placeName> formerly stood, was so delighted
                                 with the beauty of the country, that he resolved there to build <rs type="place" ref="Bagdad">his new Capital</rs>. Whilst he was
                                 conversing with his attendants upon this project, one of them
                                 separating from the rest met a hermit whose cell was near, and
                                 entered into talk with him and communicated the design of <persName ref="Caliph_Giaffar">the Caliph</persName>. <persName ref="the_Hermit">The Hermit</persName> replied, he well knew by
                                 a tradition of the country that a city would one day be built in
                                 that plain, but that its founder would be a man called
                                    <persName>Moclas</persName>, a name very different from both
                                 those of the <persName ref="Caliph_Giaffar">Caliph,
                                    Giaffar</persName> and <persName>Almanzor</persName>. </p>
                                 <persName>The Officer</persName> rejoined
                                    <persName>Almanzor</persName> and repeated his conversation with
                                    <persName ref="the_Hermit">the Hermit</persName>. As soon as
                                    <persName ref="Caliph_Giaffar">the Caliph</persName> heard the
                                 name of Moclas, he descended from his horse, prostrated himself,
                                 and returned thanks to<name type="divin">God</name>for that he was
                                 chosen to execute his orders. His courtiers waited for an
                                 explanation of this conduct with eagerness, and <persName ref="Caliph_Giaffar">the Caliph</persName> told them thus.
                                 During <time>the Caliphate of the
                              </time>, my brothers and myself
                                 being very young and possessing very little, were obliged to live
                                 in the country, where each in rotation was to provide sustenance
                                 for the whole. On one of my days as <rs type="person" ref="Caliph_Giaffar">I</rs> was without money, and had no means
                                 of procuring food, I took a bracelet belonging to my nurse and
                                 pawned it. This woman made a great outcry, and after much search
                                 discovered that I had been the thief. In her anger she abused me
                                 plentifully, and among other terms of reproach, she called me
                                    <persName>Moclas</persName>, the name of a famous robber in
                                 those days; and during the rest of her life she never called me by
                                 any other name. Therefore I know that<name type="divin">God</name>has destined me to perform this work.
                                 <persName>Almanzor</persName> named his new city
                                    <placeName>Dar-al-Salam the City of Peace</placeName>; but it
                                 obtained the name of <placeName ref="Bagdad">Bagdat</placeName>,
                                 from that of this Hermit who dwelt upon its site. </p>
                                 <placeName ref="Bagdad">Bagdat</placeName> was founded in
                                 consequence of a singular superstition. A sect called
                                    <orgName>Ravendiens</orgName> conceived that they ought to
                                 render those honours to <orgName>the Caliphs</orgName>, which
                                    <orgName>the Moslem</orgName> hold should only be paid to <name type="divin">the Deity</name>. They therefore came in great
                                 numbers to <placeName>Haschemia</placeName>, where <persName ref="Almanzor">the Caliph Almanzor</persName> usually resided,
                                 and made around his <rs type="building" subtype="palace">palace</rs> the same processions and ceremonies which the
                                 Moslem made around <rs type="building" subtype="temple">the Temple
                                    at <placeName>Mecca</placeName>
                              </rs>. The Caliph prohibited
                                 this, commanding them not to profane a religious ceremony which
                                 ought to be reserved solely to <rs type="building" subtype="temple">the Temple at <placeName>Mecca</placeName>
                              </rs>. The
                                    <orgName>Ravendiens</orgName> did not regard the prohibition,
                                 and continued to act as before. </p>
                                 <persName>Almanzor</persName> seeing their obstinacy resolved to
                                 conquer it, and began by arresting an hundred of these fanatics.
                                 This astonished them, but they soon recovered their courage, took
                                 arms, marched to the prison, forced the doors, delivered their
                                 friends, and then returned to make their processions round the
                                 palace in reverence of the <rs type="person" ref="Caliph_Giaffar">Caliph</rs>. </p>
                              <p> Enraged at this insolence <rs type="person" ref="Caliph_Giaffar">the Caliph</rs> put himself at the head of his guards, and
                                 advanced against the <orgName>Ravendiens</orgName>, expecting that
                                 his appearance would immediately disperse them. Instead of this
                                 they resisted, and repulsed him so vigorously that he had nearly
                                 fallen a victim. But timely succours arrived and after a great
                                 slaughter these fanatics were expelled the town. This singular
                                 rebellion arising from excess of loyalty so disgusted
                                    <persName>Almanzor</persName> that he determined to forsake the
                                 town which had witnessed it, and accordingly laid the foundation of
                                    <placeName ref="Bagdad">Bagdat</placeName>.
                     <l rend="i4" n="2447">Thou too hast had thy day!</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2448">And loathsome Ignorance and brute Servitude</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2449">Pollute thy dwellings now,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2450">Erst for the Mighty and the Wise renowned.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2451">O yet illustrious for remembered fame,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2452">Thy founder the 
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_89">
                                 <persName>Almanzor</persName> signifies the Victorious.</p>
                        Victorious, and the pomp</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2453">Of <persName>Haroun</persName>, for whose name by blood
                     <l rend="i0" n="2454">
                        <persName>Jahia</persName>'s, and the blameless
                     <l rend="i0" n="2455">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="phys">Genius hath wrought
                           salvation; and the years</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2456">
                        <rs type="science" subtype="phys">When Science with the
                           good <persName>Al-Maimon</persName> dwelt;</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2457">
                        <rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">So one day may the
                           Crescent from thy Mosques</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2458">Be plucked by <name type="myth">Wisdom</name>, <rs type="imp" subtype="occ">when the enlightened arm</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2459">
                        <rs type="imp" subtype="occ">Of
                              <placeName>Europe</placeName> conquers to redeem <placeName ref="the_East">the East</placeName>.</rs>
                  <lg xml:id="B5_lg317">
                     <l rend="i0" n="2460">
                        <rs type="place" ref="Bagdad">Then Pomp and Pleasure
                           dwelt within her walls</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2461">The Merchants of <placeName ref="the_East">the
                           East</placeName> and of <placeName ref="the_West">the
                     <l rend="i4" n="2462">Met <rs type="building" subtype="commerce">in her
                              <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_90">
                                    <rs type="building" subtype="house">The houses</rs> in
                                       <placeName>Persia</placeName> are not in the same place with
                                       <rs type="building" subtype="commerce">their shops, which
                                       stand for the most part in long and large arched streets 40
                                       or 50 foot high, which streets are called Basar or the
                                       market</rs>, and make the heart of the city, the houses being
                                    in the out parts, and having almost all <rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">gardens</rs> belonging to 'em.
                                 <p> At <placeName>Tauris</placeName> he says, "there are the
                                    fairest Basars that are in any place of
                                       <placeName>Asia</placeName>, and it is a lovely sight to see
                                    their vast extent, their largeness, their beautiful Duomos and
                                    the arches over 'em." </p>
                                 <p> At <placeName>Bagdad</placeName> the Bazars are all vaulted,
                                    otherwise the merchants could not remain in them on account of
                                    the heat. They are also watered two or three times a day, and a
                                    number of <orgName>the poor</orgName> are paid for rendering
                                    this service to <orgName>the public</orgName>.
                     <l rend="i4" n="2463">All day the active poor</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2464">Showered a cool comfort o'er her thronging streets;</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2465">Labour was busy in her looms;</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2466">Thro' all her open gates</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2467">Long troops of laden Camels lined her roads,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2468">And <placeName>Tigris</placeName> on his tameless
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_91">
                              <p> On the other side of the river towards
                                    <placeName>Arabia</placeName>, over against the city, there is a
                                 faire place or towne, and in it a <rs type="building" subtype="commerce">faire Bazario for marchants</rs>, with very
                                 many lodgings where the greatest part of the <orgName ref="travelling_merchants">marchants strangers</orgName> which
                                 come to <placeName>Babylon</placeName> do lie with their
                                 marchandize. The passing over <placeName ref="Tigris">Tygris</placeName> from <placeName>Babylon</placeName> to <rs type="place" ref="Bagdad">this Borough</rs> is by a long bridge
                                 made of boates chained together with great chaines: provided, that
                                 when the river waxeth great with the abundance of raine that
                                 falleth, then they open the bridge in the middle, where the one
                                 halfe of the bridge falleth to the walles of
                                    <placeName>Babylon</placeName>, and the other to the brinks of
                                 this Borough, on the other side of the river; and as long as the
                                 bridge is open, they passe the river in small boats with great
                                 danger, because of the smallnesse of the boats, and the overlading
                                 of them, that with the fiercenesse of the stream they be
                                 overthrowen, or els the streame doth cary them away, so that by
                                 this meanes, many people are lost and drowned. <bibl>Cæsar
                                    Frederick, in Hakluyt.</bibl>
                              <p> Here are great store of victuals which come from
                                    <placeName>Armenia</placeName> downe <geogFeat>the river of
                                       <placeName ref="Tigris">Tygris</placeName>
                              </geogFeat>. They
                                 are brought upon raftes made of goate's skinnes blownn full of
                                 wind, and bordes layde upon them; which being discharged they open
                                 their skinnes, and carry them backe by Camels. <bibl>Ralph Fitch in
                         current bore</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2469">
                        <rs type="earthworks" subtype="farm">
                           <placeName>Armenia</placeName>n harvests</rs> to her multitudes.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B5_lg318">
                     <l rend="i0" n="2470">But not in sumptuous <orgName>Caravansary</orgName>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2471">The adventurer idles there,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2472">Nor satiates wonder with her pomp and wealth;</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2473">
                        <time>A long day's distance</time> from the walls</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2474">Stands ruined <placeName>Babylon</placeName>!</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2475">
                        <time>The time of action is at hand</time>,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2476">The hope that for <time>so many a year</time>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2477">Hath been his daily thought, his nightly dream,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2478">Stings to more restlessness.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2479">
                           <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">He</rs> loathes all
                           lingering that delays the hour</time>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2480">When, full of glory, from his quest returned,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2481">He on <rs type="building" subtype="tent">the pillar of
                           the Tent beloved</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2482">Shall hang <persName>Hodeirah</persName>'s sword.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B5_lg319">
                     <l rend="i4" n="2483">The many-coloured
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_92">
                              <p> In <persName>Tavernier</persName>'s time there were <rs type="building" subtype="temple">five Mosques</rs> at
                                    <placeName>Bagdad</placeName>, two of them fine, their large
                                 Domes covered with <rs type="art" subtype="arch">varnished tiles of
                                    different colours</rs>.</p>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2484">Yet wore one dusky hue,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2485">The Cranes upon <rs type="building" subtype="temple">the
                     <l rend="i4" n="2486">Kept their night-clatter
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_93">
                              <p> At <placeName>Bagdad</placeName> are many cranes who build their
                                 nests upon the tops of the minarets, and the loftiest houses. </p>
                              <p> At <placeName>Adanaqui</placeName>—cranes are so abundant, that
                                 there is scarcely a house which has not several nests upon it. They
                                 are very tame, and the inhabitants never molest them. When any
                                 thing disturbs these birds, they make a violent clatter with their
                                 long beaks, which is sometimes repeated by the others all over the
                                 town; and this noise will sometimes continue for several minutes.
                                 It is as loud as a watchman's rattle, and not much unlike it in
                                 sound. <bibl>Jackson.</bibl>
                              <p> The cranes were now arrived at their respective quarters, and a
                                 couple had made their nest, which is bigger in circumference than a
                                 bushel, on a dome close by our chamber. This pair stood, side by
                                 side, with great gravity, shewing no concern at what was
                                 transacting beneath them, but at intervals twisting about their
                                 long necks, and cluttering with their beaks, turned behind them
                                 upon their backs, as it were in concert. This was continued the
                                 whole night. An Owl, a bird also unmolested, was perched hard by,
                                 and as frequently hooted. The crane is tall, like a heron, but much
                                 larger; the body white, with black pinions, the neck and legs very
                                 long, the head small, and the bill thick. <orgName>The
                                    Turks</orgName> call it friend and brother, believing it has an
                                 affection for <rs type="place" ref="Turkey">their nation</rs>, and
                                 will accompany them into the countries they shall conquer. In the
                                 course of our journey we saw one hopping on a wall with a single
                                 leg, the maimed stump wrapped in linen. <bibl>Chandler's Travels in
                                       <placeName>Asia Minor</placeName>.</bibl>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2487">When thro' the gate <persName>the early
                           Traveller</persName> past.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2488">And when at evening o'er the swampy plain</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2489">The Bittern's
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_94">
                              <p> I will rise up against them, saith the <name type="divin">Lord of
                                    Hosts</name>, and cut off from <placeName>Babylon</placeName>
                                 the name and remnant, and son and nephew saith <name type="divin">the Lord</name>. I will also make it a possession for the
                                 Bittern and pools of water. <bibl>Isaiah.</bibl> XIV. 22. 23. </p>
                         Boom came far,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2490">Distinct in darkness seen</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2491">Above the low horizon's lingering light</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2492">Rose the near ruins of old
                  <lg xml:id="B5_lg320">
                     <l rend="i0" n="2493">Once from <rs type="place" ref="Babylon">her lofty <rs type="building" subtype="wall">walls</rs>
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_95">
                              <p> </p>
                                    <l rend="i8">——<rs type="building" subtype="wall">Walls</rs>,
                                    <l rend="i0">Whose <rs type="husbandry" subtype="mammal">large
                                          inclosure</rs> the rude hind, or guides</l>
                                    <l rend="i0">His plough, or <rs type="earthworks" subtype="farm">binds his sheaves</rs>, while shepherds guard</l>
                                    <l rend="i0">Their flocks, secure of ill: on the broad top</l>
                                    <l rend="i0">Six <rs type="machine">chariots</rs> rattle in
                                       extended front.</l>
                                    <l rend="i0">Each side in length, in height, in solid bulk,</l>
                                    <l rend="i0">Reflects its opposite a perfect square;</l>
                                    <l rend="i0">Scarce sixty thousand paces can mete out</l>
                                    <l rend="i0">The vast circumference. An hundred gates</l>
                                    <l rend="i0">Of polished brass lead to that central point</l>
                                    <l rend="i0">Where thro' the midst, bridged o'er with wondrous
                                    <l rend="i0">
                                    <placeName>Euphrates</placeName> leads a navigable
                                    <l rend="i0">Branch'd from the current of his roaring flood.</l>
                                    <author>Roberts</author>'s <title>
                                       Restored</title>. </bibl>
                         the Charioteer</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2507">
                        <rs type="imp" subtype="invade">Looked down on swarming
                           myriads; once <rs type="place" ref="Babylon">she</rs> flung</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2508">
                        <rs type="imp" subtype="invade">
                           <rs type="place" ref="Babylon">Her <rs type="building" subtype="tower">arches</rs>
                           o'er <placeName>Euphrates</placeName> conquered tide,</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2509">
                        <rs type="imp" subtype="invade">And <rs type="place" ref="Babylon">thro' <rs type="building" subtype="portal">her brazen
                                 portals</rs> when she poured</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2510">
                        <rs type="imp" subtype="invade">Her
                              <orgName>armies</orgName> forth, <orgName>the distant
                              nations</orgName> looked</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2511">
                        <rs type="imp" subtype="invade">As men who watched the
                           thunder-cloud in fear</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2512">
                        <rs type="imp" subtype="invade">Lest it should burst
                           above them.</rs>
                        <rs type="place" ref="Babylon">She</rs> was fallen,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2513">The Queen of Cities, <placeName>Babylon</placeName> was
                     <l rend="i0" n="2514">Low lay <rs type="building" subtype="fort">her
                           bulwarks</rs>; the black scorpion basked</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2515">In <rs type="building" subtype="palace">the palace
                           courts</rs>, within her sanctuary</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2516">The She Wolf hid her whelps.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2517">Is yonder huge and shapeless heap, what once</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2518">Had been <rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">the
                              <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_96">
                                 <p> </p>
                                       <l rend="i10">Within the <rs type="building" subtype="wall">walls</rs>
                                       <l rend="i0">Of <placeName>Babylon</placeName> was rais'd a
                                          lofty mound</l>
                                       <l rend="i0">Where flowers and aromatic shrubs adorn'd</l>
                                       <l rend="i0">The pensile garden. For
                                       <l rend="i0">Fatigued with Babylonia's level plains,</l>
                                       <l rend="i0">Sigh'd for her <placeName>Media</placeName>n
                                          home, where <name type="myth" ref="Nature">nature</name>'s
                                       <l rend="i0">Had <geogFeat>scoop'd the vale</geogFeat>, and
                                          cloath'd the <geogFeat>mountain</geogFeat>'s side</l>
                                       <l rend="i0">With many a verdant <geogFeat>wood</geogFeat>;
                                          nor long she pin'd</l>
                                       <l rend="i0">Till that uxorious monarch called on art</l>
                                       <l rend="i0">To rival nature's sweet variety.</l>
                                       <l rend="i0">Forthwith <orgName>two hundred thousand
                                             slaves</orgName> uprear'd</l>
                                       <l rend="i0">
                                       <rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">This
                                             hill</rs>, egregious work; rich fruits o'er hang</l>
                                       <l rend="i0">
                                       <rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">The
                                             sloping walks and odorous shrubs entwine</rs>
                                       <l rend="i0">
                                       <rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">Their
                                             undulating branches.</rs>
                                       <placeName>Judah</placeName> Restored</title>.
                            Gardens</rs>, height on height</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2533">Rising like <placeName>Media</placeName>s mountains
                        crowned with wood,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2534">Work of <rs type="imp">imperial dotage</rs>? where the
                     <l rend="i0" n="2535">Of
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_97">
                              <p> Our early Travellers have given us strange and circumstantial
                                 accounts of what they conceive to have been the <rs type="building" subtype="temple">
                                 <placeName>Temple of Belus</placeName>
                              </rs>. </p>
                                 <placeName ref="Tower_of_Babel">The Tower of
                                       <persName>Nimrod</persName> or Babel</placeName> is situate
                                 on that side of <placeName ref="Tigris">Tygris</placeName> that
                                    <placeName>Arabia</placeName> is, and in a very great plaine
                                 distant from <placeName>Babylon</placeName> seven or eight miles;
                                 which <rs type="building" subtype="tower">tower</rs> is ruinated on
                                 every side, and with the falling of it there is made a great
                                 mountaine; so that it hath no forme at all, yet there is a great
                                 part of it standing, which is compassed and almost covered with the
                                 aforesayd fallings: this Tower was builded and made of foure-square
                                 brickes, which brickes were made of earth, and dried in the Sunne
                                 in maner and forme following: first they layed a lay of brickes,
                                 then a mat made of canes, square as the brickes, and instead of
                                 lime, they daubed it with earth: these mats of canes are at this
                                 time so strong, that it is a thing woonderfull to beholde, being of
                                 such great antiquity: I have gone round about it, and have not
                                 found any place where there hath bene any doore or entrance: it may
                                 be in my judgement in circuit about a mile, and rather lesse than
                                 more. </p>
                              <p> This Tower in effect is contrary to all other things which are
                                 seene afar off, for they seeme small and the more nere a man
                                 commeth to them the bigger they be: but this tower afar off seemeth
                                 a very great thing, and the nerer you come to it the lesser. My
                                 judgement and reason of this is, that because the Tower is set in a
                                 very great plaine, and hath nothing more about to make any shew
                                 saving the ruines of it which it hath made round about, and for
                                 this respect descrying it afarre off, that piece of the Tower which
                                 yet standeth with the mountaine that is made of the substance that
                                 hath fallen from it, maketh a greater shew than you shall finde
                                 comming neere to it. <bibl>Cæsar Frederick.</bibl>
                                 <persName>John Eldred</persName> mentions the same deception.
                                    <q>"Being upon a plaine grounde it seemeth afarre off very
                                    great, but the nerer you come to it, the lesser and lesser it
                                    appeareth. Sundry times I have gone thither to see it, and found
                                    the remnants yet standing about a quarter of a mile in compasse,
                                    and almost as high as the stone worke of <rs type="building" subtype="temple">
                                    <placeName>St. Paul's
                                 </rs> in <placeName>London</placeName>,
                                    but it sheweth much bigger." <bibl>
                              <p> In the middle of a vast and level plain, about a quarter of a
                                 league from <placeName>Euphrates</placeName>, which in that place
                                 runs westward, appears a heap of ruined buildings, like a huge
                                 mountain, the materials of which are so confounded together that
                                 one knows not what to make of it. Its figure is square, and rises
                                 in form of a tower or pyramid with four fronts which answer to the
                                 four quarters of the compass; but it seems longer from north to S.
                                 than from E. to W. and is, as far as I could judge by my pacing it,
                                 a large quarter of a league. Its situation and form correspond with
                                 that <rs type="building" subtype="tower">pyramid which
                                       <persName>Strabo</persName> calls the tower of Belus</rs>;
                                 and is in all likelihood the <placeName ref="Tower_of_Babel">tower
                                    of Nimrod in <placeName>Babylon</placeName> or
                                 Babel</placeName>, as that place is still called. In that author's
                                 time it had nothing remaining of the stairs and other ornaments
                                 mentioned by <persName>Herodotus</persName>, the greatest part of
                                 it having been ruined by <persName>Xerxes</persName>; and
                                    <persName>Alexander</persName> who designed to have restored it
                                 to its former lustre, was prevented by death. There appear no marks
                                 of ruins without the compass of that huge mass, to convince one
                                 that so great a city as <placeName>Babylon</placeName> had ever
                                 stood there; all one discovers within 50 or 60 paces of it, being
                                 only the remains here and there of some foundations of buildings;
                                 and the country round about it so flat and level, that one can
                                 hardly believe it should be chosen for the situation of so great
                                 and noble a city as <placeName>Babylon</placeName>, or that there
                                 were ever any remarkable buildings on it. But for my part I am
                                 astonished there appears so much as there does, considering it is
                                    <time>at least 4000 years</time> since that city was built; and
                                 that <persName>Diodorus Siculus</persName> tells us, it was reduced
                                 almost to nothing in his time. The height of this mountain of ruins
                                 is not in every part equal, but exceeds <rs type="building" subtype="palace">the highest palace in
                              </rs>: it is a mishapen mass,
                                 wherein there is no appearance of regularity; in some places it
                                 rises in points, is craggy and inaccessible; in others it is
                                 smoother and is of easier ascent; there are also tracks of torrents
                                 from the top to the bottom caused by the rains, and both withinside
                                 and upon it, one sees parts, some higher and some lower. It is not
                                 to be discovered whether ever there were any steps to ascend it, or
                                 any doors to enter into it; whence one may easily judge that the
                                 stairs ran winding about on the outside; and that being the less
                                 solid parts, they were soonest demolished, so that not the least
                                 sign of any appears at present. </p>
                              <p> Withinside one finds some grottos, but so ruined that one can make
                                 nothing of them, whether they were built at the same time with that
                                 work, or made since by the peasants for shelter, which last seems
                                 to be the most likely. The <orgName>Mohammedans</orgName> believe
                                 that these caverns were appointed by<name type="divin">God</name>as
                                 places of punishment for <name type="divin">Harut</name> and <name type="divin">Marut</name>, two angels, who they suppose were
                                 sent from <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin" ref="Heaven">heaven</rs> to judge <orgName>the armies of men</orgName>, but
                                 did not execute their commissions as they ought. It is evident from
                                 these ruins, that <placeName ref="Tower_of_Babel">the tower of
                                    Nimrod</placeName> was built with great and thick bricks, as I
                                 carefully observed, causing holes to be dug in several places for
                                 the purpose; but they do not appear to have been burnt, but dried
                                 in the sun, which is extreme hot in those parts. In laying these
                                 bricks neither lime nor sand was employed, but only earth tempered
                                 and petrified, and in those parts which made the floors, there had
                                 been mingled with that earth which served instead of lime, bruised
                                 reeds, or hard straw, such as large mats are made of to strengthen
                                 the work. Afterwards one perceives at certain distances in divers
                                 places, especially where the strongest buttresses were to be,
                                 several other bricks of the same size, but more solid and burnt in
                                 a kiln, and set in good lime, or bitumen, nevertheless the greatest
                                 number consists of those which are only dried in the sun. </p>
                                 <p> I make no doubt but this ruin was the ancient Babel, and the
                                    tower of <persName>Nimrod</persName>; for besides the evidence
                                    of its situation, it is acknowledged to be such by the people of
                                    the country, being vulgarly called Babil by <orgName>the
                                       Arabs</orgName>. </p>
                                    <author>Pietro delle Valle</author>. <title>Universal
                                    <l rend="i8">Eight towers arise,</l>
                                    <l rend="i0">Each above each, immeasurable height,</l>
                                    <l rend="i0">A monument at once of eastern pride</l>
                                    <l rend="i0">And slavish superstition. Round, a scale</l>
                                    <l rend="i0">Of circling steps entwines the conic pile;</l>
                                    <l rend="i0">And at the bottom on vast hinges grates</l>
                                    <l rend="i0">Four brazen gates, towards the four winds of
                                    <l rend="i0">Placed in the solid square.</l>
                                    <author>Roberts</author>'s <title>Judah Restored</title>.
                         Belus? where <rs type="religion" subtype="idol">the Golden Image</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2544">Which at <rs type="song">the sound of dulcimer and
                     <l rend="i0" n="2545">
                        <rs type="song">Cornet and sackbut, harp and
                     <l rend="i4" n="2546">
                        <rs type="religion" subtype="idol">
                                 <placeName>Assyria</placeName>n slaves</orgName> adored</rs>?</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2547">A labyrinth of ruins, <placeName>Babylon</placeName>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2548">Spreads o'er the blasted plain:</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2549">The wandering <orgName>Arab</orgName> never sets his
                     <l rend="i0" n="2550">Within her walls; the Shepherd
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_98">
                              <p> And <placeName>Babylon</placeName> the glory of kingdoms, the
                                 beauty of the <orgName>Chaldees</orgName> excellency shall be as
                                    when<name type="divin">God</name>overthrew
                                    <placeName>Sodom</placeName> and
                                 <placeName>Gomorrah</placeName>. </p>
                              <p> It shall never be inhabited, neither shall it be dwelt in from
                                 generation to generation; neither shall the
                                    <orgName>Arabian</orgName> pitch tent there, neither shall the
                                    <orgName>Shepherds</orgName> make their fold there.
                                    <bibl>Isaiah.</bibl> XIII. 19. 20. </p>
                         eyes afar</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2551">Her evil Towers, and devious drives his flock.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2552">Alone unchanged, a free and bridgeless tide</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2553">
                        <placeName>Euphrates</placeName> rolls along,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2554">Eternal <name type="myth">Nature</name>'s work.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B5_lg324">
                     <l rend="i4" n="2555">Thro' the broken portal,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2556">Over weedy fragments,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2557">
                        <persName>Thalaba</persName> went his way.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2558">Cautious he trod, and felt</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2559">The dangerous ground before him with his bow.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2560">The Chacal started at his steps,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2561">The Stork, alarmed at sound of man,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2562">From her broad nest upon the old pillar top,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2563">Affrighted fled on flapping wings.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2564">The Adder in her haunts disturbed</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2565">Lanced at the intruding staff her arrowy tongue.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B5_lg325">
                     <l rend="i0" n="2566">Twilight and moonshine dimly mingling gave</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2567">An aweful light obscure,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2568">Evening not wholly closed,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2569">The Moon still pale and faint.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2570">An aweful light obscure,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2571">Broken by many a mass of blackest shade;</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2572">Long column stretching dark thro' weeds and moss,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2573">Broad length of lofty wall</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2574">Whose windows lay in light,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2575">And of their former shape, low-arched or square,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2576">Rude outline on the earth</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2577">Figured, with long grass fringed.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B5_lg326">
                     <l rend="i0" n="2578">Reclined against a column's broken shaft,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2579">Unknowing whitherward to bend his way</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2580">He stood and gazed around.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2581">The Ruins closed him in,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2582">It seemed as if no foot of man</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2583">For ages had intruded there.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2584">Soon at approaching step</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2585">Starting, he turned and saw</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2586">A warrior in the moon beam drawing near.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2587">Forward the Stranger came</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2588">And with a curious eye</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2589">Perused the Arab youth.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2590">"And who art thou," he cried,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2591">"That at an hour like this</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2592">"Wanderest in Babylon?</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2593">"A way-bewildered traveller, seekest thou</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2594">"The ruinous shelter here?</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2595">"Or comest thou to hide</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2596">"The plunder of the night?</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2597">"Or hast thou spells to make</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2598">"These ruins, yawning from their rooted base</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2599">"Disclose their secret
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_99">
                              <p> The stupid superstition of the Turks with regard to hidden
                                 treasures is well known, it is difficult or even dangerous for a
                                 traveller to copy an inscription in sight of those barbarians. </p>
                                 <p> "On a rising ground, at a league's distance from the river
                                    Shelliff, is <hi rend="italic">Memoun-turroy</hi>, as they call
                                    an old square tower, formerly a sepulchral monument of the
                                    Romans. This, like many more ancient edifices, is supposed by
                                    the Arabs, to have been built over a treasure. Agreeably to
                                    which account, they tell us, these mystical lines were inscribed
                                    upon it. Prince <hi rend="italic">Maimoun Tizai</hi> wrote this
                                    upon his tower. </p>
                                       <l rend="i0">My Treasure is in my Shade,</l>
                                       <l rend="i0">And my Shade is in my Treasure.</l>
                                       <l rend="i0">Search for it; despair not:</l>
                                       <l rend="i0">Nay despair; do not search.</l>
                                    <p> So of the ruines of ancient Tubuna. </p>
                                 <p> The Treasure of Tubnah lyeth under the shade of what is shaded.
                                    Dig for it? alas! it is not there. </p>
                  <lg xml:id="B5_lg328">
                     <l rend="i0" n="2604">The youth replied, "nor wandering traveller</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2605">"Nor robber of the night</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2606">"Nor skilled in spells am I.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2607">"I seek the Angels here,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2608">"Haruth and Maruth. Stranger in thy turn,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2609">"Why wanderest thou in Babylon,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2610">"And who art thou, the Questioner?"</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B5_lg329">
                     <l rend="i0" n="2611">The man was fearless, and the tempered pride</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2612">That toned the voice of Thalaba</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2613">Displeased not him, himself of haughty heart.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2614">Heedless he answered, "knowest thou</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2615">"Their cave of punishment?"</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B5_lg330">
                     <l rend="i8" n="2616">THALABA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B5_lg331">
                     <l rend="i0" n="2617">Vainly I seek it.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B5_lg332">
                     <l rend="i8" n="2618">STRANGER.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B5_lg333">
                     <l rend="i6" n="2619">Art thou firm of foot</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2620">To tread the ways of danger?</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B5_lg334">
                     <l rend="i8" n="2621">THALABA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B5_lg335">
                     <l rend="i12" n="2622">Point the path!</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B5_lg336">
                     <l rend="i8" n="2623">STRANGER.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B5_lg337">
                     <l rend="i0" n="2624">Young Arab! if thou hast a heart can beat</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2625">Evenly in danger, if thy bowels yearn not</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2626">With human fears, at scenes where undisgraced</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2627">The soldier tried in battle might look back</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2628">And tremble, follow me!... for I am bound</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2629">Into that cave of horrors.</l>
                     <l rend="i10" n="2630">Thalaba</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2631">Gazed on his comrade, he was young, of port</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2632">Stately and strong; belike his face had pleased</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2633">A woman's eye, yet the youth read in it</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2634">Unrestrained passions, the obdurate soul</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2635">Bold in all evil daring; and it taught,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2636">By <name type="myth">Nature</name>'s irresistible
                        instinct, doubt</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2637">Well timed and wary. Of himself assured,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2638">Fearless of man, and confident in faith,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2639">"Lead on!" cried Thalaba.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2640">Mohareb led the way;</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2641">And thro' the ruined streets,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2642">And thro' the farther gate</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2643">They past in silence on.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B5_lg338">
                     <l rend="i2" n="2644">What sound is borne on the wind?</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2645">Is it the storm that shakes</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2646">The thousand oaks of the forest?</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2647">But Thalaba's long locks</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2648">Flow down his shoulders moveless, and the wind</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2649">In his loose mantle raises not one fold.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2650">Is it the river's roar</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2651">Dashed down some rocky descent?</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2652">Along the level plain</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2653">Euphrates glides unheard.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2654">What sound disturbs the night,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2655">Loud as the summer forest in the storm,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2656">As the river that roars among rocks?</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B5_lg339">
                     <l rend="i4" n="2657">And what the heavy cloud</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2658">That hangs upon the vale,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2659">Thick as the mist o'er a well-watered plain</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2660">Settling at evening, when the cooler air</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2661">Lets its day-vapours fall;</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2662">Black as the sulphur-cloud</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2663">That thro' Vesuvius, or from Hecla's mouth</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2664">Rolls up, ascending from the infernal fires.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B5_lg340">
                     <l rend="i4" n="2665">From Ait's bitumen
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_100">
                              <p> The springs of bitumen called <hi rend="italic">Oyun Hit</hi>, the
                                    <hi rend="italic">fountains of Hit</hi>, are much celebrated by
                                 the <hi rend="italic">Arabs</hi> and <hi rend="italic">Persians</hi>; the latter call it <hi rend="italic">Cheshmeh
                                    kir</hi>, the <hi rend="italic">fountain of pitch</hi>. This
                                 liquid bitumen they call <hi rend="italic">Nafta</hi>; and the <hi rend="italic">Turks</hi>, to distinguish it from pitch, give it
                                 the name of <hi rend="italic">hara sakiz</hi>, or <hi rend="italic">black mastich</hi>. A <hi rend="italic">Persia n</hi>
                                 geographer says, that <hi rend="italic">Nafta</hi> issues out of
                                 the springs of the earth as ambergrise issues out of those of the
                                 sea. All the modern travellers, except Rauwolf, who went to <hi rend="italic">
                              </hi> and the <hi rend="italic">
                                 <placeName ref="East_Indies">Indies</placeName>
                              </hi> by the way of the <hi rend="italic">
                              </hi> before the discovery
                                 of the <hi rend="italic">
                                 <placeName>Cape of Good
                              </hi>, mention this fountain of liquid bitumen
                                 as a strange thing. Some of them take notice of the river mentioned
                                 by <hi rend="italic">Herodotus</hi>; and assure us, that the people
                                 of the country have a tradition, that, when the <placeName ref="Tower_of_Babel">tower of <hi rend="italic">Babel</hi>
                              </placeName> was building, they brought the bitumen
                                 from hence; which is confirmed by the <hi rend="italic">Arab</hi>
                                 and <hi rend="italic">Persian</hi> historians. </p>
                                 <hi rend="italic">Hit</hi>, <hi rend="italic">Heit</hi>, <hi rend="italic">Eit</hi>, <hi rend="italic">Ai t</hi>, or <hi rend="italic">Idt</hi>, as it is variously written by
                                 travellers, is a great <hi rend="italic">Turkish</hi> town situate
                                 upon the right or west side of the <hi rend="italic">
                              </hi>; and has a castle; to
                                 the south-west of which and three miles from the town, in a valley,
                                 are many springs of this black substance; each of which makes a
                                 noise like a smith's forge, incessantly puffing and blowing out the
                                 matter so loud, that it may be heard a mile off: wherefore the <hi rend="italic">Moors</hi> and <hi rend="italic">Arabs</hi> call
                                 it <hi rend="italic">Bab al Jehennam</hi>; that is <hi rend="italic">hell gate</hi>. It swallows up all heavy things;
                                 and many camels from time to time fall into the pits, and are
                                 irrecoverably lost. It issues from a certain lake, sending forth a
                                 filthy smoke, and continually boiling over with the pitch; which
                                 spreads itself over a great field, that is always full of it. It is
                                 free for every one to take: they use it to chaulk or pitch their
                                 boats, laying it on two or three inches thick; which keeps out the
                                 water: with it also they pitch their houses, made of palm-tree
                                 branches. If it was not that the inundations of the <hi rend="italic">
                              </hi> carry away
                                 the pitch, which covers all the sands from the place where it rises
                                 to the river, there would have been mountains of it long since. The
                                 very ground and stones thereabouts afford bitumen; and the fields
                                 abundance of salt petre. <bibl>Universal History.</bibl>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2666">That heavy cloud ascends;</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2667">That everlasting roar</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2668">From where its gushing springs</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2669">Boil their black billows up.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2670">Silent the Arab youth,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2671">Along the verge of that wide lake,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2672">Followed Mohareb's way</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2673">Towards a ridge of rocks that banked its side.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2674">There from a cave with torrent force,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2675">And everlasting roar,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2676">The black bitumen rolled.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2677">The moonlight lay upon the rocks.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2678">Their crags were visible,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2679">The shade of jutting cliffs,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2680">And where broad lichens whitened some smooth spot,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2681">And where the ivy hung</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2682">Its flowing tresses down.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2683">A little way within the cave</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2684">The moonlight fell, glossing the sable tide</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2685">That gushed tumultuous out.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2686">A little way it entered, then the rock</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2687">Arching its entrance, and the winding way,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2688">Darkened the unseen depths.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2689">No eye of mortal man</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2690">If unenabled by enchanted spell,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2691">Had pierced those fearful depths.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2692">For mingling with the roar</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2693">Of the portentous torrent, oft were heard</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2694">Shrieks, and wild yells that scared</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2695">The brooding Eagle from her midnight nest.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2696">The affrighted countrymen</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2697">Call it the <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Mouth of
                     <l rend="i2" n="2698">And ever when their way leads near</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2699">They hurry with averted eyes,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2700">And dropping their beads
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_101">
                              <p> The Mussulmanns use, like the Roman Catholics, a rosary of beads
                                 called Tusbah, or implement of praise. It consists, if I recollect
                                 aright, of ninty nine beads; in dropping which through the fingers,
                                 they repeat the attributes of God, as "O Creator, O Merciful, O
                                 Forgiving, O Omnipotent, O Omniscient, &amp;c. &amp;c." This act of
                                 devotion is called Taleel, from the repetition of the letter L, or
                                 Laum, which occurs in the word <name type="divin">Allah</name>,
                                 (God), always joined to the epithet or attribute, as Ya <name type="divin">Allah</name> Khalick, O God, the Creator; Ya <name type="divin">Allah</name> Kerreem, O God, the Merciful, &amp;c.
                                 &amp;c. The devotees may be seen muttering their beads as they walk
                                 the streets, and in the interval of conversation in company. The
                                 rosaries of persons of fortune and rank have the beads of diamonds,
                                 pearls, rubies and emeralds. Those of the humble are strung with
                                 berries, coral, or glass beads. <bibl>Note to the Bahar
                              <p> The ninty nine beads of the Mohammedan rosary are divided into
                                 three equal lengths, by a little string, at the end of which hang a
                                 long piece of coral and a large bead of the same. The more devout,
                                 or hypocritical Turks, like the Catholics have usually their bead
                                 string in their hands. <bibl>Tavernier.</bibl>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2701">Pronounce the holy name.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B5_lg341">
                     <l rend="i2" n="2702">There pausing at the cavern mouth</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2703">Mohareb turned to Thalaba,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2704">"Now darest thou enter in?"</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2705">"Behold!" the youth replied,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2706">And leading in his turn the dangerous way</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2707">Set foot within the cave.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B5_lg342">
                     <l rend="i0" n="2708">"Stay Madman!" cried his comrade. "Wouldst thou rush</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2709">"Headlong to certain death?</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2710">"Where are thine arms to meet</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2711">"The Guardian of the Passage?" a loud shriek</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2712">That shook along the windings of the cave</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2713">Scattered the youth's reply.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B5_lg343">
                     <l rend="i0" n="2714">Mohareb when the long reechoing ceased</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2715">Exclaimed, "Fate favoured thee,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2716">"Young Arab! when she wrote
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_102">
                              <p> "The Mahummedans believe that the decreed events of every man's
                                 life are impressed in divine characters on his forehead, tho' not
                                 to be seen by mortal eye. Hence they use the word Nusseeb, anglicé
                                 stamped, for destiny. Most probably the idea was taken up by
                                 Mahummud from the sealing of the Elect, mentioned in the
                                 Revelations." <bibl>Note to the Bahar-Danush.</bibl>
                              <p> "The scribe of decree chose to ornament the edicts on my forehead
                                 with these flourishes of disgrace." <bibl>Bahar-Danush.</bibl>
                              <p> The Spanish physiognomical phrase, <hi rend="italic">traérlo
                                    escrito en la frente</hi>, to have it written on the forehead,
                                 is perhaps of Arabian origin.</p>
                         upon thy brow</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2717">"The meeting of to-night;</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2718">"Else surely had thy name</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2719">"This hour been blotted from the Book of Life!"</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B5_lg344">
                     <l rend="i4" n="2720">So saying from beneath</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2721">His cloak a bag he drew;</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2722">"Young Arab! thou art brave," he cried,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2723">"But thus to rush on danger unprepared,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2724">"As lions spring upon the hunter's spear,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2725">"Is blind, brute courage. Zohak
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_103">
                              <p> Zohak was the fifth King of the Pischdadian dynasty, lineally
                                 descended from Shedâd who perished with the tribe of Ad. Zohak
                                 murdered his predecessor, and invented the punishments of the
                                 cross, and of fleaing alive. The Devil who had long served him,
                                 requested at last as a recompence, permission to kiss his
                                 shoulders, immediately two serpents grew there, who fed upon his
                                 flesh and endeavoured to get at his brain. The Devil now suggested
                                 a remedy, which was to quiet them by giving them every day the
                                 brains of two men, killed for that purpose: this tyranny lasted
                                 long, till a blacksmith of <placeName>Ispahan</placeName> whose
                                 children had been nearly all slain to feed the King's serpents,
                                 raised his leathern apron as the standard of revolt, and deposed
                                 Zohak. Zohak, say the Persians, is still living in the cave of his
                                 punishment, a sulphureous vapour issues from the place, and if a
                                 stone be flung in there comes out a voice and cries, why dost thou
                                 fling stones at me? this cavern is in the mountain of Demawend,
                                 which reaches from that of Elwend, towards Teheran.
                                    <bibl>D'Herbelot. Olearius.</bibl>
                         keeps the cave,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2726">"Giantly tyrant of primeval days.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2727">"Force cannot win the passage." Thus he said</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2728">And from his wallet drew a human hand</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2729">Shrivelled, and dry, and black,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2730">And fitting as he spake</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2731">A taper in its hold,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2732">Pursued: "a murderer on the stake had died,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2733">"I drove the Vulture from his limbs, and lopt</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2734">"The hand that did the murder, and drew up</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2735">"The tendon-strings to close its grasp,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2736">"And in the sun and wind</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2737">"Parched it, nine weeks exposed.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2738">"The Taper,... but not here the place to impart,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2739">"Nor hast thou done the rites,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2740">"That fit thee to partake the mystery.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2741">"Look! it burns clear, but with the air around</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2742">"Its dead ingredients mingle deathiness.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2743">"This when the Keeper of the Cave shall feel,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2744">"Maugre the doom of Heaven,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2745">"The salutary
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_104">
                              <p> "I shall transcribe a foreign piece of Superstition, firmly
                                 believed in many parts of <placeName>France</placeName>,
                                    <placeName>Germany</placeName> and <placeName>Spain</placeName>.
                                 The account of it, and the mode of preparation, appears to have
                                 been given by a judge: in the latter there is a striking
                                 resemblance to the charm in <bibl>
                              </bibl>. </p>
                                 <hi rend="italic">Of the Hand of Glory, which is made use of by
                                    housebreakers, to enter into houses at night, without fear of
                              <p> I acknowledge that I never tried the secret of the Hand of Glory,
                                 but I have thrice assisted at the definitive judgment of certain
                                 criminals, who, under the torture, confessed having used it. Being
                                 asked what it was, how they procured it, and what were its uses and
                                 properties? they answered, first, that the use of the Hand of Glory
                                 was to stupify those to whom it was presented, and to render them
                                 motionless, insomuch that they could not stir, any more than if
                                 they were dead; secondly, that it was the hand of a hanged man; and
                                 thirdly, that it must be prepared in the manner following. </p>
                              <p> Take the hand, left or right, of a person hanged and exposed on
                                 the highway; wrap it up in a piece of a shroud or winding sheet, in
                                 which let it be well squeezed, to get out any small quantity of
                                 blood that may have remained in it; then put it into an earthen
                                 vessel with Zimat saltpetre, salt, and long pepper, the whole well
                                 powdered; leave it fifteen days in that vessel; afterwards take it
                                 out, and expose it to the noontide sun in the dog days, till it is
                                 thoroughly dry, and if the Sun is not sufficient, put it into an
                                 oven heated with fern and vervain. Then compose a kind of candle
                                 with the fat of a hanged man, virgin wax, and sisame of Lapland.
                                 The Hand of Glory is used as a candlestick to hold this candle,
                                 when lighted. Its properties are, that wheresoever any one goes
                                 with this dreadful instrument, the persons to whom it is presented
                                 will be deprived of all power of motion. On being asked if there
                                 was no remedy or antidote, to counteract this charm, they said the
                                 Hand of Glory would cease to take effect, and thieves could not
                                 make use of it, if the threshold of the door of the house, and
                                 other places by which they might enter, were anointed with an
                                 unguent composed of the gall of a black cat, the fat of a white
                                 hen, and the blood of a screech owl, which mixture must necessarily
                                 be prepared during the dog days. <bibl>Grose. Provincial Glossary
                                    and Popular Superstitions.</bibl>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2746">"Shall lull his penal agony to sleep</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2747">"And leave the passage free."</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B5_lg345">
                     <l rend="i4" n="2748">Thalaba answered not.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2749">Nor was there time for answer now,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2750">For lo! Mohareb leads,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2751">And o'er the vaulted cave</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2752">Trembles the accursed taper's feeble light.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2753">There where the narrowing chasm</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2754">Rose loftier in the hill,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2755">Stood Zohak, wretched man, condemned to keep</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2756">His Cave of punishment.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2757">His was the frequent scream</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2758">Which far away the prowling Chacal heard</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2759">And howled in terror back:</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2760">For from his shoulders grew</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2761">Two snakes of monster size,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2762">That ever at his head</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2763">Aimed eager their keen teeth</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2764">To satiate raving hunger with his brain.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2765">He in the eternal conflict oft would seize</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2766">Their swelling necks, and in his giant grasp</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2767">Bruise them, and rend their flesh with bloody nails,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2768">And howl for agony,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2769">Feeling the pangs he gave, for of himself</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2770">Inseparable parts, his torturers grew.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B5_lg346">
                     <l rend="i4" n="2771">To him approaching now</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2772">Mohareb held the withered arm</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2773">The Taper of enchanted power.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2774">The unhallowed spell in hand unholy held</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2775">Now ministered to mercy, heavily</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2776">The wretche's eyelids closed,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2777">And welcome and unfelt</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2778">Like the release of death</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2779">A sudden sleep fell on his vital powers.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B5_lg347">
                     <l rend="i4" n="2780">Yet tho' along the cave</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2781">Lay Zohak's giant limbs,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2782">The twin-born serpents kept the narrow pass,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2783">Kindled their fiery eyes,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2784">Darted their tongues of terror, and rolled out</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2785">Their undulating length,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2786">Like the long streamers of some gallant ship</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2787">Buoyed on the wavy air,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2788">Still struggling to flow on and still withheld.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2789">The scent of living flesh</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2790">Inflamed their appetite.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B5_lg348">
                     <l rend="i0" n="2791">Prepared for all the perils of the cave</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2792">Mohareb came. He from his wallet drew</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2793">Two human heads yet warm.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2794">O hard of heart! whom not the visible power</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2795">Of retributive Justice, and the doom</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2796">Of Zohak in his sight,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2797">Deterred from equal crime!</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2798">Two human heads, yet warm, he laid</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2799">Before the scaly guardians of the pass.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2800">They to their wonted banquet of old years</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2801">Turned eager, and the narrow pass was free.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B5_lg349">
                     <l rend="i4" n="2802">And now before their path</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2803">The opening cave dilates;</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2804">They reach a spacious vault</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2805">Where the black river fountains burst their way.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2806">Now as a whirlwind's force</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2807">Had centered on the spring,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2808">The gushing flood rolled up;</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2809">And now the deadened roar</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2810">Echoed beneath them, as its sudden pause</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2811">Left wide a dark abyss,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2812">Adown whose fathomless gulphs the eye was lost.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2813">Blue flames that hovered o'er the springs</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2814">Flung thro' the Cavern their uncertain light</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2815">Now waving on the waves they lay,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2816">And now their fiery curls</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2817">Flowed in long tresses up,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2818">And now contracting glowed with whiter heat.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2819">Then up they poured again</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2820">Darting pale flashes thro' the tremulous air;</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2821">The flames, the red and yellow sulphur-smoke,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2822">And the black darkness of the vault</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2823">Commingling indivisibly.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B5_lg350">
                     <l rend="i0" n="2824">"Here," quoth Mohareb, "do the Angels dwell,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2825">"The Teachers of Enchantment." Thalaba</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2826">Then raised his voice and cried,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2827">"Haruth and Maruth, hear me! not with rites</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2828">"Accursed, to disturb your penitence</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2829">"And learn forbidden lore,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2830">"Repentant Angels, seek I your abode.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2831">"Me <name type="divin">Allah</name> and the Prophet
                        mission here,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2832">"Their chosen servant I.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2833">"Tell me the Talisman."...</l>
                     <l rend="i10" n="2834">"And dost thou think"</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2835">"Mohareb cried, as with a scornful smile</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2836">He glanced upon his comrade, "dost thou think</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2837">"To trick them of their secret? for the dupes</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2838">"Of human-kind keep this lip-righteousness!</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2839">"'Twill serve thee in the Mosque</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2840">"And in the Market-place,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2841">"But Spirits view the heart.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2842">"Only by strong and torturing spells enforced,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2843">"Those stubborn Angels teach the charm</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2844">"By which we must descend."</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B5_lg351">
                     <l rend="i4" n="2845">"Descend!" said Thalaba.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2846">But then the wrinkling smile</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2847">Forsook Mohareb's cheek,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2848">And darker feelings settled on his brow.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2849">"Now by my soul," quoth he, "and I believe</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2850">"Idiot! that I have led</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2851">"Some camel-kneed prayer-monger thro' the cave!</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2852">"What brings thee hither? thou shouldest have a hut</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2853">"By some Saint's
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_105">
                              <p> The habitations of the Saints are always beside the sanctuary, or
                                 tomb, of their ancestors, which they take care to adorn. Some of
                                 them possess, close to their houses, gardens, trees, or cultivated
                                 grounds, and particularly some spring or well of water. I was once
                                 travelling in the south in the beginning of October, when the
                                 season happened to be exceedingly hot, and the wells and rivulets
                                 of the country were all dried up. We had neither water, for
                                 ourselves, nor for our horses; and after having taken much
                                 fruitless trouble to obtain some, we went and paid homage to a
                                 Saint, who at first pretended a variety of scruples before he would
                                 suffer infidels to approach; but on promising to give him ten or 12
                                 shillings, he became exceedingly humane, and supplied us with as
                                 much water as we wanted; still however vaunting highly of his
                                 charity, and particularly of his disinterestedness.
                         grave beside the public way,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2854">"There to less-knowing fools</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2855">"Retail thy Koran
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_106">
                              <p> No nation in <placeName ref="the_world">the world</placeName> is
                                 so much given to superstition as the <rs type="place" ref="Arabia">Arabs</rs>, or even as the Mahometans in general. They hung
                                 about their children's necks the figure of an open hand, which the
                                 Turks and Moors paint upon their ships and houses, as an antidote
                                 and counter-charm to an evil eye: For five is with them an unlucky
                                 number and five (fingers perhaps) in your eyes, is their proverb of
                                 cursing and defiance. Those who are grown up, carry always about
                                 with them some paragraph or other of their Koran, which, like as
                                 the Jews did their phylacteries, they place upon their breast, or
                                 sow under their caps, to prevent fascination and witchcraft, and to
                                 secure themselves from sickness and misfortunes. The virtue of
                                 these charms and scrolls is supposed likewise to be so far
                                 universal, that they suspend them upon the necks of their cattle,
                                 horses and other beasts of burthen. <bibl>Shaw.</bibl>
                              <p> The hand-spell is still common in <placeName>Portugal</placeName>,
                                 it is called the <hi rend="italic">figa</hi>, and thus probably our
                                 vulgar phrase "<hi rend="italic">a fig for him</hi>" is derived
                                 from a Moorish amulet.</p>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2856">"And in thy turn, die civet-like at last</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2857">"In the dung-perfume of thy sanctity!...</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2858">"Ye whom I seek! that, led by me,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2859">"Feet uninitiate tread</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2860">"Your threshold, this atones!</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2861">"Fit sacrifice he falls!"</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2862">And forth he flashed his scymetar,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2863">And raised the murderous blow.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B5_lg352">
                     <l rend="i2" n="2864">Then ceased his power; his lifted arm,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2865">Suspended by the spell,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2866">Hung impotent to strike.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2867">"Poor Hypocrite!" cried he,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2868">"And this then is thy faith</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2869">"In <name type="divin">Allah</name> and the Prophet! they
                        had failed</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2870">"To save thee, but for Magic's stolen aid;</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2871">"Yea, they had left thee yonder Serpent's meal,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2872">"But that, in prudent cowardice,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2873">"The chosen Servant of the Lord came in,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2874">"Safe follower of my path!"</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B5_lg353">
                     <l rend="i0" n="2875">"Blasphemer! dost thou boast of guiding me?"</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2876">Kindling with pride quoth Thalaba,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2877">"Blindly the wicked work</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2878">"The righteous will of Heaven.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2879">"Sayest thou that diffident of God,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2880">"In magic spell I trust?</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2881">"Liar! let witness this!"</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2882">And he drew off Abdaldar's Ring</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2883">And cast it in the gulph.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2884">A skinny hand came up</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2885">And caught it as it fell,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2886">And peals of devilish laughter shook the Cave.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B5_lg354">
                     <l rend="i2" n="2887">Then joy suffused Mohareb's cheek,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2888">And Thalaba beheld</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2889">The blue blade gleam, descending to destroy.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B5_lg355">
                     <l rend="i4" n="2890">The undefended youth</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2891">Sprung forward, and he seized</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2892">Mohareb in his grasp,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2893">And grappled with him breast to breast.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2894">Sinewy and large of limb Mohareb was,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2895">Broad-shouldered, and his joints</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2896">Knit firm, and in the strife</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2897">Of danger practised well.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2898">Time had not thus matured young Thalaba:</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2899">But now the enthusiast mind,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2900">The inspiration of his soul</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2901">Poured vigour like the strength</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2902">Of madness thro' his frame.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2903">Mohareb reels before him! he right on</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2904">With knee, with breast, with arm,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2905">Presses the staggering foe!</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2906">And now upon the brink</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2907">Of that tremendous spring,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2908">There with fresh impulse and a rush of force</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2909">He thrust him from his hold.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2910">The upwhirling flood received</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2911">Mohareb, then, absorbed,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2912">Engulphed him in the abyss.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B5_lg356">
                     <l rend="i4" n="2913">Thalaba's breath came fast,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2914">And panting he breathed out</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2915">A broken prayer of thankfulness.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2916">At length he spake and said,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2917">"Haruth and Maruth! are ye here?</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2918">"Or has that evil guide misled my search?</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2919">"I, Thalaba, the Servant of the Lord,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2920">"Invoke you. Hear me Angels! so may Heaven</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2921">"Accept and mitigate your penitence.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2922">"I go to root from <placeName ref="Earth_planet">earth</placeName> the Sorcerer brood,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2923">"Tell me the needful Talisman!"</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B5_lg357">
                     <l rend="i0" n="2924">Thus as he spake, recumbent on the rock</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2925">Beyond the black abyss,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2926">Their forms grew visible.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2927">A settled sorrow sate upon their brows,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2928">Sorrow alone, for trace of guilt and shame</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2929">No more remained; and gradual as by prayer</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2930">The sin was purged away,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2931">Their robe
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_107">
                              <p> In the Vision of Thurcillus Adam is described as beholding the
                                 events of <placeName ref="the_world">the world</placeName> with
                                 mingled grief and joy; his original garment of glory gradually
                                 recovering its lustre, as the number of the elect increases, till
                                 it be fulfilled. <bibl>
                                       <hi rend="italic">Matthew Paris.</hi>
                         of glory, purified of stain</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2932">Resumed the lustre of its native light.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B5_lg358">
                     <l rend="i0" n="2933">In awe the youth received the answering voice,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2934">"Son of Hodeirah! thou hast proved it here;</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2935">"The Talisman is Faith."</l>

                  <p>END OF THE FIRST VOLUME.</p>

            <div type="volume">
               <head>THE SECOND VOLUME.</head>

               <!--<hr style="width: 100%;" />
<h2><hi rend="italic">CONTENTS.</hi></h2>

<div class='center'>
<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="" width="60%">
<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Sixth_Book">The sixth Book</a></td><td align='right'>1</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Seventh_Book">The seventh Book</a></td><td align='right'>51</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Eighth_Book">The eighth Book</a></td><td align='right'>89</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Ninth_Book">The ninth Book</a></td><td align='right'>139</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Tenth_Book">The tenth Book</a></td><td align='right'>203</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Eleventh_Book">The eleventh Book</a></td><td align='right'>261</td></tr>
<tr><td align='left'><a href="#The_Twelfth_Book">The twelfth Book</a></td><td align='right'>299</td></tr>

               <div type="book" xml:id="Book_6">
                  <head>THE SIXTH BOOK.</head>
                  <lg xml:id="B6_lg359">
                     <l rend="i0" n="2936">So from the inmost cavern, Thalaba</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2937">Retrod the windings of the rock.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2938">Still on the ground the giant limbs</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2939">Of Zohak were outstretched;</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2940">The spell of sleep had ceased</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2941">And his broad eyes were glaring on the youth:</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2942">Yet raised he not his arm to bar the way,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2943">Fearful to rouse the snakes</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2944">Now lingering o'er their meal.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B6_lg360">
                     <l rend="i0" n="2945">Oh then, emerging from that dreadful cave,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2946">How grateful did the gale of night</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2947">Salute his freshened sense!</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2948">How full of lightsome joy,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2949">Thankful to Heaven, he hastens by the verge</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2950">Of that bitumen lake,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2951">Whose black and heavy fumes,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2952">Surge heaving after surge,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2953">Rolled like the billowy and tumultuous sea.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B6_lg361">
                     <l rend="i2" n="2954">The song of many a bird at morn</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2955">Aroused him from his rest.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2956">Lo! by his side a courser stood!</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2957">More animate of eye,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2958">Of form more faultless never had he seen,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2959">More light of limbs and beautiful in strength,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2960">Among the race whose blood,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2961">Pure and unmingled, from the royal steeds</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2962">Of 
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_108">
                              <p> The arabian horses are divided into two great branches; the <hi rend="italic">Kadischi</hi> whose descent is unknown, and the
                                    <hi rend="italic">Kochlani</hi>, of whom a written genealogy has
                                 been kept for 2000 years. These last are reserved for riding
                                 solely, they are highly esteemed and consequently very dear, they
                                 are said to derive their origin from King Solomon's studs, however
                                 this may be they are fit to bear the greatest fatigues, and can
                                 pass whole days without food, they are also said to show uncommon
                                 courage against an enemy, it is even asserted, that when a horse of
                                 this race finds himself wounded and unable to bear his rider much
                                 longer, he retires from the fray and conveys him to a place of
                                 security. If the rider falls upon the ground his horse remains
                                 beside him, and neighs till assistance is brought: the <hi rend="italic">Kochlani</hi> are neither large nor handsome but
                                 amazingly swift, the whole race is divided into several families,
                                 each of which has its proper name. Some of these have a higher
                                 reputation than others, on account of their more ancient and
                                 uncontaminated nobility. <bibl>Niebuhr.</bibl>
                        Solomon came down.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B6_lg362">
                     <l rend="i4" n="2963">The chosen Arab's eye</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2964">Glanced o'er his graceful shape,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2965">His rich caparisons,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2966">His crimson trappings gay.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2967">But when he saw the mouth</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2968">Uncurbed, the unbridled neck,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2969">Then flushed his cheek, and leapt his heart,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2970">For sure he deemed that Heaven had sent</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2971">The Courser, whom no erring hand should guide.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2972">And lo! the eager Steed</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2973">Throws his head and paws the ground,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2974">Impatient of delay!</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2975">Then up leapt Thalaba</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2976">And away went the self-governed steed.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B6_lg363">
                     <l rend="i4" n="2977">Far over the plain</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2978">Away went the bridleless steed;</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2979">With the dew of the morning his fetlocks were wet,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2980">The foam frothed his limbs in the journey of noon,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2981">Nor stayed he till over the westerly heaven</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2982">The shadows of evening had spread.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2983">Then on a sheltered bank</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2984">The appointed Youth reposed,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2985">And by him laid the docile courser down.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2986">Again in the grey of the morning</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2987">Thalaba bounded up,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2988">Over hill, over dale</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2989">Away goes the bridleless steed.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2990">Again at eve he stops</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2991">Again the Youth descends.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2992">His load discharged, his errand done,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2993">Then bounded the courser away.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B6_lg364">
                     <l rend="i4" n="2994">Heavy and dark the eve;</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2995">The Moon was hid on high,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2996">A dim light only tinged the mist</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="2997">That crost her in the path of Heaven.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="2998">All living sounds had ceased,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="2999">Only the flow of waters near was heard,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3000">A low and lulling melody.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3001">Fasting, yet not of want</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3002">Percipient, he on that mysterious steed</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3003">Had reached his resting place,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3004">For expectation kept his nature up.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3005">The flow of waters now</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3006">Awoke a feverish thirst:</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3007">Led by the sound, he moved</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3008">To seek the grateful wave.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3009">A meteor in the hazy air</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3010">Played before his path;</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3011">Before him now it rolled</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3012">A globe of livid fire;</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3013">And now contracted to a steady light,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3014">As when the solitary hermit prunes</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3015">His lamp's long undulating flame:</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3016">And now its wavy point</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3017">Up-blazing rose, like a young cypress-tree</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3018">Swayed by the heavy wind;</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3019">Anon to Thalaba it moved,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3020">And wrapped him in its pale innocuous fire:</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3021">Now in the darkness drowned</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3022">Left him with eyes bedimmed,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3023">And now emerging
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_109">
                              <p> In travelling by night thro' the vallies of Mount Ephraim, we were
                                 attended, for above the space of an hour, with an Ignis Fatuus,
                                 that displayed itself in a variety of extraordinary appearances.
                                 For it was sometimes globular, or like the flame of a candle;
                                 immediately after it would spread itself and involve our whole
                                 company in its pale inoffensive light, then at once contract itself
                                 and disappear. But in less than a minute it would again exert
                                 itself as at other times, or else, running along from one place to
                                 another with a swift progressive motion, would expand itself, at
                                 certain intervals over more than two or three acres of the adjacent
                                 mountains. The atmosphere from the beginning of the evening, had
                                 been remarkably thick and hazy, and the dew, as we felt it upon our
                                 bridles, was unusually clammy and unctuous. In the like disposition
                                 of the weather, I have observed those luminous bodies, which at sea
                                 skip about the masts and yards of ships, and are called
                                    <note style="double" type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="NN_i"> A corruption of Cuerpo Santo as this meteor is called by
                                       the Spaniards.</note>
                                  by the mariners. <bibl>Shaw.</bibl>
                         spread the scene to sight.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B6_lg365">
                     <l rend="i2" n="3024">Led by the sound, and meteor-flame</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3025">Advanced the Arab youth.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3026">Now to the nearest of the many rills</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3027">He stoops; ascending steam</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3028">Timely repels his hand,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3029">For from its source it sprung, a boiling tide.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3030">A second course with better hap he tries,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3031">The wave intensly cold</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3032">Tempts to a copious draught.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3033">There was a virtue in the wave,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3034">His limbs that stiff with toil,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3035">Dragged heavy, from the copious draught received</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3036">Lightness and supple strength.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3037">O'erjoyed, and deeming the benignant Power</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3038">Who sent the reinless steed,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3039">Had blessed the healing waters to his use</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3040">He laid him down to sleep;</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3041">Lulled by the soothing and incessant sound,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3042">The flow of many waters, blending oft</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3043">With shriller tones and deep low murmurings</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3044">That from the fountain caves</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3045">In mingled melody</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3046">Like faery music, heard at midnight, came.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B6_lg366">
                     <l rend="i2" n="3047">The sounds that last he heard at night</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3048">Awoke his sense at morn.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3049">A scene of wonders lay before his eyes.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3050">In mazy windings o'er the vale</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3051">Wandered a thousand streams;</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3052">They in their endless flow
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_110">
                              <p> The <hi rend="italic">Hammam Meskouteen</hi>, the Silent or
                                 Inchanted Baths, are situated on a low ground, surrounded with
                                 mountains. There are several fountains that furnish the water,
                                 which is of an intense heat, and falls afterwards into the Ze-nati.
                                 At a small distance from these hot fountains, we have others, which
                                 upon comparison are of as an intense a coldness; and a little below
                                 them, somewhat nearer the banks of the Ze-nati, there are the ruins
                                 of a few houses, built perhaps for the conveniency of such persons,
                                 who came hither for the benefit of the waters. </p>
                              <p> Besides the strong sulphureous steams of the Hammam
                                    <note style="double" type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="NN_j"> They call the <hi rend="italic">Thermæ</hi> of this country
                                       Hammams, from whence our Hummums.</note>
                                  Meskouteen, we are to observe farther of them, that their
                                 water is of so intense a heat, that the rocky ground it runs over,
                                 to the distance sometimes of a hundred foot, is dissolved, or
                                 rather calcined by it. When the substance of these rocks is soft
                                 and uniform, then the water by making every way equal impressions,
                                 leaveth them in the shape of cones or hemispheres; which being six
                                 foot high and a little more or less of the same diameter, the Arabs
                                 maintain to be so many tents of their predecessors turned into
                                 stone. But when these rocks, besides their usual soft chalky
                                 substance, contain likewise some layers of harder matter, not so
                                 easy to be dissolved, then, in proportion to the resistance the
                                 water is thereby to meet with, we are entertained with a confusion
                                 of traces and channels, distinguished by the Arabs into Sheep,
                                 Camels, Horses, nay into Men, Women and Children, whom they suppose
                                 to have undergone the like fate with their habitations. I observed
                                 that the fountains which afforded this water, had been frequently
                                 stopped up: or rather ceasing to run at one place, broke out
                                 immediately in another, which circumstance seems not only to
                                 account for the number of cones, but for that variety likewise of
                                 traces, that are continued from one or other of these cones or
                                 fountains, quite down to the river Zenati. </p>
                              <p> This place, in riding over it, giveth back such a hollow sound,
                                 that we were afraid every moment of sinking thro' it. It is
                                 probable therefore that the ground below us was hollow: and may not
                                 the air then, which is pent up within these caverns, afford, as we
                                 may suppose, in escaping continually thro' these fountains, that
                                 mixture of shrill, murmuring and deep sounds, which, according to
                                 the direction of the winds and the motion of the external air,
                                 issue out along with the water? the Arabs, to quote their strength
                                 of imagination once more, affirm these sounds to be the music of
                                 the <hi rend="italic">Jenoune</hi>, Fairies, who are supposed, in a
                                 particular manner, to make their abodes at this place, and to be
                                 the grand agents in all these extraordinary appearances. </p>
                              <p> There are other natural curiosities likewise at this place. For
                                 the chalky stone being dissolved into a fine impalpable powder and
                                 carried down afterwards with the stream, lodgeth itself upon the
                                 sides of the channel, nay sometimes upon the lips of the fountains
                                 themselves; or else embracing twigs, straws and other bodies in its
                                 way, immediately hardeneth and shoots into a bright fibrous
                                 substance, like the Asbestos, forming itself at the same time, into
                                 a variety of glittering figures and beautiful christalizations.
                         had channelled deep</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3053">The rocky soil o'er which they ran,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3054">Veining its thousand islet stones,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3055">Like clouds that freckle o'er the summer sky,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3056">The blue etherial <placeName ref="Ocean">ocean</placeName> circling each</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3057">And insulating all.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3058">A thousand shapes they wore, those islet stones,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3059">And <name type="myth">Nature</name> with her various
                     <l rend="i2" n="3060">Varied anew their thousand forms:</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3061">For some were green with moss,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3062">Some rich with yellow lichen's gold,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3063">Or ruddier tinged, or grey, or silver-white,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3064">Or sparkling sparry radiance to the sun.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3065">Here gushed the fountains up,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3066">Alternate light and blackness, like the play</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3067">Of sunbeams, on the warrior's burnished arms.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3068">Yonder the river rolled, whose bed,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3069">Their labyrinthine lingerings o'er</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3070">Received the confluent rills.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B6_lg367">
                     <l rend="i2" n="3071">This was a wild and wonderous scene,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3072">Strange and beautiful, as where</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3073">By <placeName ref="Hotun_Nor">Oton-tala</placeName>,
                        like a sea
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_111">
                              <p> In the place where the Whang-ho rises, there are more than an
                                 hundred springs which sparkle like stars, whence it is called
                                    <placeName ref="Hotun_Nor">Hotun Nor, the Sea of
                                    Stars</placeName>. These sources form two great lakes called
                                 Hala Nor, the black sea or lake; afterwards there appear 3 or 4
                                 little rivers, which join'd form the Whang-ho, which has 8 or 9
                                 branches. These sources of the river are called also Oton-tala. It
                                 is in <placeName ref="Tibet">Thibet</placeName>. <bibl>Gaubil.
                                    Astley's Collect. of Voy. and Travels.</bibl>
                                 <placeName ref="Whang-ho_River">The Whang ho</placeName>, or as the
                                 Portugueze call it Hoam-ho, i. e. the yellow River, rises not far
                                 from the source of the Ganges in <placeName ref="Tartarian_Mts">the
                                    Tartarian mountains</placeName> west of
                                    <placeName>China</placeName>, and having run thro' it with a
                                 course of more than six hundred leagues, discharges itself into <rs type="place" ref="Bohai_Sea">the eastern sea</rs>. It hath its
                                 name from a yellow mud which always stains its water, and which
                                 after rains composes a third part of its quantity. The watermen
                                 clear it for use by throwing in alum. The Chinese say its waters
                                 cannot become clear in a thousand years; whence it is a common
                                 proverb among them for any thing which is never likely to happen,
                                 when the yellow river shall run clear. <bibl>Note to the Chinese
                                    Tale Hau Kiou Choann.</bibl>
                         of stars,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3074">
                        <rs type="place" ref="Hotun_Nor">The hundred sources</rs>
                        of <placeName ref="Whang-ho_River">Hoangho</placeName> burst.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3075">
                        <rs type="place" ref="Tartarian_Mts">High mountains
                           closed the vale</rs>,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3076">Bare rocky mountains, to all living things</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3077">Inhospitable, on whose sides no herb</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3078">Rooted, no insect fed, no bird awoke</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3079">Their echoes, save the Eagle, strong of wing,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3080">A lonely plunderer, that afar</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3081">Sought in the vales his prey.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B6_lg368">
                     <l rend="i0" n="3082">Thither towards <rs type="place" ref="Tartarian_Mts">those mountains</rs>, Thalaba</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3083">Advanced, for well he weened that there had Fate</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3084">Destined the adventures end.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3085">Up a wide vale winding amid their depths,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3086">A stony vale between receding heights</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3087">Of stone, he wound his way.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3088">A cheerless place! the solitary Bee</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3089">Whose buzzing was the only sound of life</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3090">Flew there on restless wing,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3091">Seeking in vain one blossom, where to fix.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B6_lg369">
                     <l rend="i4" n="3092">Still Thalaba holds on,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3093">The winding vale now narrows on his way,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3094">And steeper of ascent</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3095">
                        <rs type="place" ref="Tartarian_Mts">Rightward and
                           leftward rise the rocks</rs>,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3096">And now they meet across the vale.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3097">Was it the toil of human hands</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3098">That hewed a passage in the rock,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3099">Thro' whose rude portal-way</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3100">The light of heaven was seen?</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3101">Rude and low the portal-way,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3102">Beyond the same
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_112">
                              <p> Among <placeName ref="Algiers_Beni_Abbess_Mts">the mountains of
                                    the <hi rend="italic">Beni Abbess</hi>
                              </placeName>, four leagues
                                 to the S. E. of the <hi rend="italic">Welled Mansoure</hi>, we pass
                                 thro' a narrow winding defile, which, for the space of near half a
                                 mile, lyeth on each side under an exceeding high precipice, at
                                 every winding, the Rock or Stratum, that originally went across it
                                 and thereby separated one valley from another, is cut into the
                                 fashion of a door case six or seven feet wide, giving thereby the
                                 Arabs an occasion to call them <hi rend="italic">Beeban</hi>, the
                                 Gates; whilst the Turks in consideration of their strength and
                                 ruggedness, know them by the additional appellation of <hi rend="italic">Dammer Cappy</hi>, the Gates of Iron. Few persons
                                 pass them without horror, a handful of men being able to dispute
                                 the passage with a whole Army. The rivulet of salt water which
                                 glides thro' this valley, might possibly first point out the way
                                 which art and necessity would afterwards improve.
                         ascending straits</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3103">Went winding up the wilds.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B6_lg370">
                     <l rend="i0" n="3104">Still a bare, silent, solitary glen,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3105">A fearful silence and a solitude</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3106">That made itself be felt.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3107">And steeper now the ascent,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3108">A rugged path, that tired</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3109">The straining muscles, toiling slowly up.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3110">At length again a rock</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3111">Stretched o'er the narrow vale.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3112">There also was a portal hewn,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3113">But gates of massy iron barred the way,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3114">Huge, solid, heavy-hinged.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B6_lg371">
                     <l rend="i2" n="3115">There hung a horn beside the gate,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3116">Ivory-tipt and brazen mouthed,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3117">He took the ivory tip,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3118">And thro' the brazen mouth he breathed;</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3119">From rock to rock rebounding rung the blast,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3120">Like a long thunder peal!</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3121">The gates of iron, by no human arm</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3122">Unfolded, turning on their hinges slow,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3123">Disclosed the passage of the rock.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3124">He entered, and the iron gates</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3125">Fell to, and closed him in.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3126">It was a narrow winding way,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3127">Dim lamps suspended from the vault</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3128">Lent to the gloom an agitated light.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3129">Winding it pierced the rock,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3130">A long descending path</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3131">By gates of iron closed;</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3132">There also hung the horn beside</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3133">Of ivory tip and brazen mouth,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3134">Again he took the ivory tip</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3135">And gave the brazen mouth his voice again.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3136">Not now in thunder spake the horn,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3137">But poured a sweet and thrilling melody:</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3138">The gates flew open, and a flood of light</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3139">Rushed on his dazzled eyes.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B6_lg372">
                     <l rend="i0" n="3140">Was it to earthly <placeName>Eden</placeName> lost so
                     <l rend="i2" n="3141">The youth had found the wonderous way?</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3142">But earthly <placeName>Eden</placeName> boasts</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3143">No terraced palaces,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3144">No rich pavilions bright with woven
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_113">
                              <p> In <date when="1568">1568</date>
                                 <rs type="place" ref="Persia">the Persian Sultan gave the Grand
                                    Seigneur two most stately pavilions made of one piece</rs>, the
                                 curtains being interlaced with gold and the supporters imbroidred
                                 with the same, also nine fair conopies to hang over the ports of
                                 their pavilions, things not used among the Christians.
                     <l rend="i4" n="3145">Like these that in the vale</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3146">Rise amid odorous groves.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3147">The astonished Thalaba</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3148">Doubting as tho' an unsubstantial dream</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3149">Beguiled his passive sense,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3150">A moment closed his eyes;</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3151">Still they were there ... the palaces and groves,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3152">And rich pavilions glittering golden light.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B6_lg373">
                     <l rend="i0" n="3153">And lo! a man, reverend in comely age</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3154">Advancing meets the youth.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3155">"Favoured of Fortune," he exclaimed,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3156">"Go taste the joys of <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Paradise</rs>!</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3157">"The reinless steed that ranges o'er <placeName ref="the_world">the world</placeName>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3158">"Brings hither those alone for lofty deeds</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3159">"Marked by their horoscope; permitted here</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3160">"A foretaste of the full beatitude,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3161">"That in heroic acts they may go on</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3162">"More ardent, eager to return and reap</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3163">"Endless enjoyment here, their destined meed.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3164">"Favoured of Fortune thou,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3165">"Go taste the joys of <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Paradise</rs>!"</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B6_lg374">
                     <l rend="i2" n="3166">This said, he turned away, and left</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3167">The Youth in wonder mute;</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3168">For Thalaba stood mute</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3169">And passively received</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3170">The mingled joy that flowed on every sense.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3171">Where'er his eye could reach</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3172">Fair structures, rain bow-hued, arose;</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3173">And rich pavilions thro' the opening woods</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3174">Gleamed from their waving curtains sunny gold;</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3175">And winding thro' the verdant vale</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3176">Flowed streams of liquid light;</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3177">And fluted cypresses reared up</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3178">Their living obelisks;</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3179">And broad-leaved
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_114">
                              <p> The <rs type="place" ref="Persia">expences the Persians are at in
                                    their gardens</rs> is that wherein they make greatest
                                 ostentation of their wealth. Not that they much mind furnishing of
                                 them with delightful flowers as we do in Europe; but these they
                                 slight as an excessive liberality of <name type="myth">Nature</name> by whom their common fields are strewed with an
                                 infinite number of tulips and other flowers; but they are rather
                                 desirous to have their gardens full of all sorts of fruit trees,
                                 and especially to dispose them into pleasant walks of a kind of
                                 plane or poplar, a tree not known in Europe, which the Persians
                                 call Tzinnar. These trees grow up to the height of the Pine, and
                                 have very broad leaves not much unlike those of the vine. Their
                                 fruit hath some resemblance to the chesnut, while the outer coat is
                                 about it, but there is no kernel within it, so that it is not to be
                                 eaten. The wood thereof is very brown and full of veins, and the
                                 Persians use it in doors and shutters for windows, which being
                                 rubbed with oil, look incomparably better than any thing made of
                                 wallnut tree, nay indeed than the root of it which is now
                                    <note style="double" type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="NN_k"> 1637.</note>
                                  so very much esteemed. <bibl>Amb. Travels.</bibl>
                         Zennars in long colonades</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3180">O'er-arched delightful walks,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3181">Where round their trunks the thousand-tendril'd vine</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3182">Wound up and hung the bows with greener wreaths,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3183">And clusters not their own.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3184">Wearied with endless beauty did his eyes</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3185">Return for rest? beside him teems the earth</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3186">With tulips, like the ruddy
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_115">
                                 <persName>Major Scott</persName> informs us that scars and wounds
                                 by Persian writers are compared to the streaky tints of the tulip.
                                 The simile here employed is equally obvious and more suited to its
                         evening streaked,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3187">And here the lily hangs her head of snow,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3188">And here amid her sable
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_116">
                              <p> "We pitched our tents among some little hills where there was a
                                 prodigious number of lillies of many colours, with which the ground
                                 was quite covered. None were white, they were mostly either of a
                                 rich violet with a red spot in the midst of each leaf, or of a fine
                                 black and these were the most esteemed. In form they were like our
                                 lillies, but much larger." <bibl>Tavernier.</bibl>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3189">Shines the red eye-spot, like one brightest star</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3190">The solitary twinkler of the night,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3191">And here the rose expands</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3192">Her paradise
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_117">
                              <p> This was an expression of Ariosto in one of his smaller poems, I
                                 believe in a Madrigal. I cannot now quote the line.</p>
                         of leaves.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B6_lg375">
                     <l rend="i4" n="3193">Then on his ear what sounds</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3194">Of harmony arose!</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3195">Far music and the distance-mellowed song</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3196">From bowers of merriment;</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3197">The waterfall remote;</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3198">The murmuring of the leafy groves;</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3199">The single nightingale</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3200">Perched in the Rosier by, so richly toned,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3201">That never from that most melodious bird,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3202">Singing a love-song to his brooding mate,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3203">Did <rs type="place" ref="Thrace">Thracian</rs> shepherd
                        by <rs type="place" ref="Orpheus_grave">the grave</rs>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3204">Of Orpheus
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_118">
                              <p> The Thracians say that the nightingales which build their nests
                                 about <placeName ref="Orpheus_grave">the Sepulchre of
                                    Orpheus</placeName> sing sweeter and louder than other
                                 nightingales. <bibl>Pausanias.</bibl>
                              <p> Gongora has addressed this Bird with somewhat more than his usual
                                 extravagance of absurdity, </p>
                                 <lg xml:lang="es">
                                    <l rend="i0">Con diferencia tal, con gracia tanta</l>
                                    <l rend="i1">Aquel Ruiseñor llora, que sospecho,</l>
                                    <l rend="i1">Que tiene otros cien mil dentro del pecho,</l>
                                    <l rend="i0">Que alternan su dolor por su garganta.</l>
                                    <l rend="i0">With such a grace that Nightingale bewails</l>
                                    <l rend="i1">That I suspect, so exquisite his note,</l>
                                    <l rend="i0">An hundred thousand other Nightingales</l>
                                    <l rend="i1">Within him, warble sorrow thro' his throat.</l>
                         hear a sweeter song;</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3213">Tho' there the Spirit of <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">the Sepulchre</rs>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3214">All his own power infuse, to swell</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3215">The incense that he loves.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B6_lg378">
                     <l rend="i0" n="3216">And oh! what odours the voluptuous vale</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3217">Scatters from jasmine bowers.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3218">From yon rose wilderness,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3219">From clustered henna, and from orange groves</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3220">That with such perfumes fill the breeze,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3221">As Peris to their Sister bear,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3222">When from the summit of some lofty tree</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3223">She hangs encaged, the captive of the Dives.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3224">They from their pinions shake</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3225">The sweetness of celestial flowers,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3226">And as her enemies impure</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3227">From that impervious poison far away</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3228">Fly groaning with the torment, she the while</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3229">Inhales her fragrant
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_119">
                              <p> In the <hi rend="italic">Caherman Nameh</hi>, the Dives having
                                 taken in war some of the Peris, imprisoned them in iron cages,
                                 which they hung from the highest trees they could find. There from
                                 time to time their companions visited them, with the most precious
                                 odours. These odours were the usual food of the Peris, and procured
                                 them also another advantage, for they prevented the Dives from
                                 approaching or molesting them. The Dives could not bear the
                                 perfumes, which rendered them gloomy and melancholy whenever they
                                 drew near the cage in which a Peri was suspended.
                     <l rend="i2" n="3230">Such odours flowed upon <placeName ref="the_world">the
                     <l rend="i2" n="3231">When at Mohammed's nuptials, word</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3232">Went forth in <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Heaven</rs> to roll</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3233">The everlasting gates of <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Paradise</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3234">Back on their living hinges, that its gales</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3235">Might visit all below; the general bliss</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3236">Thrilled every bosom, and the family</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3237">Of man, for once
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_120">
                              <p> Nuptials of Mohammed and Cadijah.—Dum autem ad nuptias celebrandas
                                 solemnissimum convivium pararetur, concussus est Angelis
                                 admirantibus, thronus Dei: atque ipse Deus majestate plenus
                                 præcepit Custodi Paradisi, ut puellas, &amp; pueros ejus cum
                                 festivis ornamentis educeret, &amp; calices ad bibendum ordinatim
                                 disponeret: grandiores item puellas, &amp; jam sororiantibus mammis
                                 præditas, &amp; juvenes illis coævos, pretiosis vestibus indueret.
                                 Jussit prœterea Gabrielem vexillum laudis supra Meccanum Templum
                                 explicare. Tunc vero valles omnes &amp; montes prœ lœtitiâ gestire
                                 cæperunt, &amp; tota <placeName>Mecca</placeName> nocte illa velut
                                 olla super ignem imposita efferbuit.—Eodem tempore prœcepit Deus
                                 Gabrieli, ut super omnes mortales unguenta pretiosissima
                                 dispergeret, admirantibus omnibus subitum illum atque insolitum
                                 odorem, quem in gratiam novorum conjugum divinitus exhalasse
                                 universi cognovere. <bibl>Maracci.</bibl>
                         partook one common joy.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B6_lg379">
                     <l rend="i2" n="3238">Full of the joy, yet still awake</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3239">To wonder, on went Thalaba;</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3240">On every side the song of mirth,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3241">The music of festivity,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3242">Invite the passing youth.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3243">Wearied at length with hunger and with heat</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3244">He enters in a banquet room,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3245">Where round a fountain brink,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3246">On silken
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_121">
                              <p> Sclymus 2.<!--ebb NOTE: Check print texts of Thalaba and Southey's Commonplace Book: Southey is quoting verbatim from his source in Knolles for this note
                              and it looks like Sclymus here may be a misread or misprint of Selymus. Looking up knolles teftich finds the passage in Google Books here:
                              Since the year is given as 1568, I am nearly certain that the event is the gifting by Shah Tamasp of the Persian Book of Kings to help inaugurate the reign (accession present) the Ottoman sultan Selim II
                              described in this article:
                              The event took place in the Ottoman city of Edirne in February 1568.
                              --> received the Embassadors sitting upon a pallat which
                                 the Turks call <hi rend="italic">Mastabe</hi> used by them in their
                                 chambers to sleep and to feed upon, covered with carpets of silk,
                                 as was the whole floor of the chamber also. <bibl>Knolles.</bibl>
                              <p> <rs type="place" ref="Edirne">Among the presents that were exchanged between the Persian and
                                 Ottoman Sovereigns in 1568</rs>, were carpets of silk, of camel's hair,
                                 lesser ones of silk and gold, and some called <hi rend="italic">Teftich</hi>; made of the finest lawn, and so large that seven
                                 men could scarcely carry one of them. <bibl>Knolles.</bibl>
                              <p> In the beautiful story of Ali Beg it is said Cha Sefi when he
                                 examined the house of his father's favourite was much surprized at
                                 seeing it so badly furnished with plain skins and coarse carpets,
                                 whereas the other Nobles in their houses trod only upon carpets of
                                 silk and gold. <bibl>Tavernier.</bibl>
                         carpets sate the festive train.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3247">Instant thro' all his frame</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3248">Delightful coolness spread;</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3249">The playing fount refreshed</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3250">The agitated air;</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3251">The very light came cooled thro' silvering panes</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3252">Of pearly
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_122">
                              <p> On the way from <placeName>Macao</placeName> to
                                    <placeName>Canton</placeName> in the rivers and channels there
                                 is taken a vast quantity of oysters, of whose shells <rs type="place" ref="China">they make glass for the windows</rs>.
                                    <bibl>Gemelli Careri.</bibl>
                              <p> In the Chinese Novel <hi rend="italic">Hau Kiou Choaan</hi>, we
                                 read Shueyping-sin ordered her servants to hang up a curtain of
                                 mother of pearl across the hall. She commanded the first table to
                                 be set for her guest without the curtain and two lighted tapers to
                                 be placed upon it. Afterwards she ordered a second table, but
                                 without any light, to be set for herself within the curtain, so
                                 that <hi rend="italic">she could see every thing thro' it</hi>,
                                 unseen herself. </p>
                              <p> Master George Turbervile in his letters form Muscovy 1568,
                                 describes <rs type="place" ref="Russia">the Russian windows</rs>
                                    <l rend="i0">They have no English glasse; of slices of a
                                    <l rend="i0">Hight Sluda they their windows make, that English
                                       glasse doth mocke.</l>
                                    <l rend="i0">They cut it very thinne, and sow it with a
                                    <l rend="i0">In pretie order like to panes, to serve their
                                       present need.</l>
                                    <l rend="i0">No other glasse, good faith, doth give a better
                                    <l rend="i0">And sure the rock is nothing rich, the cost is very
                                    <author>Hakluyt</author>. </bibl>
                              <p> The Indians of <placeName>Malabar</placeName> use mother of pearl
                                 for window panes. <bibl>Fra Paolino da San Batolomeo.</bibl>
                         shell, like the pale moon-beam tinged;</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3259">Or where the wine-vase
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_123">
                              <p> The King and the great Lords have a sort of cellar for
                                 magnificence, where they sometimes drink with persons whom they
                                 wish to regale. These cellars are square rooms, to which you
                                 descend by only two or three steps. In the middle is a small
                                 cistern of water, and a rich carpet covers the ground from the
                                 walls to the cistern. At the four corners of the cistern are four
                                 large glass bottles, each containing about twenty quarts of wine,
                                 one white, another red. From one to the other of these, smaller
                                 bottles are ranged of the same material and form, that is, round
                                 with a long neck, holding about four or five quarts, white and red
                                 alternately. Round the cellar are several rows of niches in the
                                 wall, and in each nich is a bottle also of red and white
                                 alternately.—Some niches are made to hold two. Some windows give
                                 light to the apartment, and all these bottles so well ranged with
                                 their various colours have a very fine effect to the eye. They are
                                 always kept full, the wine preserving better, and therefore are
                                 replenished as fast as they are emptied. <bibl>Tavernier.</bibl>
                         filled the aperture,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3260">Rosy as rising morn, or softer gleam</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3261">Of saffron, like the sunny evening mist:</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3262">Thro' every hue, and streaked by all</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3263">The flowing fountain played.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3264">Around the water-edge</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3265">Vessels of wine, alternate placed,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3266">Ruby and amber, tinged its little waves.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3267">From golden goblets there
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_124">
                              <p> The Cuptzi, or King of Persia's merchant, treated us with a
                                 collation, which was served in, in plate vermilion-gilt. </p>
                              <p> The Persians having left us, the Ambassadors sent to the Chief
                                 Weywode a present, which was a large drinking cup, vermilion-gilt.
                                    <bibl>Ambassador's Travels.</bibl>
                              <p> At <placeName>Ispahan</placeName> the King's horses were watered
                                 with silver pails thus coloured. </p>
                              <p> The Turks and Persians seem wonderfully fond of gilding, we read
                                 of their gilt stirrups, gilt bridles, gilt maces, gilt scymetars,
                                 &amp;c. &amp;c.</p>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3268">The guests sate quaffing the delicious juice</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3269">Of Shiraz' golden grape.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B6_lg381">
                     <l rend="i2" n="3270">But Thalaba took not the draught</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3271">For rightly he knew had the Prophet forbidden</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3272">That beverage the mother
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_125">
                              <p> Mohammedes vinum appellabat <hi rend="italic">Matrem
                                    peccatorum</hi>; cui sententiæ Hafez, Anacreon ille Persarum,
                                 minime ascribit suam; dicit autem </p>
                                 <lg xml:lang="la">
                                    <l rend="i0">"Acre illud (vinum) quod vir religiosus <hi rend="italic">matrem peccatorum</hi> vocitat,</l>
                                    <l rend="i0">Optabilius nobis ac dulcius videtur, quam virginis
                                 <bibl> Poeseos Asiat. Com. </bibl>
                                 <lg xml:lang="la">
                                    <l rend="i0">Illide ignem illum nobis liquidum,</l>
                                    <l rend="i0">Hoc est, ignem illum aquæ similem affer.</l>
                                    <author>Hafez</author>. </bibl>
                         of sins.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3277">Nor did the urgent guests</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3278">Proffer a second time the liquid fire</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3279">For in the youth's strong eye they saw</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3280">No moveable resolve.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3281">Yet not uncourteous, Thalaba</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3282">Drank the cool draught of innocence,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3283">That fragrant from its dewy
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_126">
                              <p> They export from <placeName>Com</placeName> earthen ware both
                                 white and varnished, and this is peculiar to the white ware which
                                 is thence transported, that in the summer it cools the water
                                 wonderfully and very suddenly, by reason of continual
                                 transpiration. So that they who desire to drink cool and
                                 deliciously, never drink in the same pot above five or six days at
                                 most. They wash it with rose water the first time, to take away the
                                 ill smell of the earth, and they hang it in the air full of water,
                                 wrapped up in a moist linen cloth. A fourth part of the water
                                 transpires in six hours the first time; after that still less from
                                 day to day, till at last the pores are closed up by the thick
                                 matter contained in the water which stops in the pores. But so soon
                                 as the pores are stopt, the water stinks in the pots, and you must
                                 take new ones. <bibl>Chardin.</bibl>
                              <p> In <placeName>Egypt</placeName> people of fortune burn <hi rend="italic">Scio mastic</hi> in their cups, the penetrating
                                 odour of which pervades the porous substance, which remains
                                 impregnated with it a long time, and imparts to the water a perfume
                                 which requires the aid of habit to render it pleasing.
                     <l rend="i0" n="3284">Came purer than it left its native bed.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3285">And he partook the odorous fruits,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3286">For all rich fruits were there.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3287">Water-melons rough of rind,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3288">Whose pulp the thirsty lip</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3289">Dissolved into a draught:</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3290">Pistachios from the heavy-clustered trees</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3291">Of <placeName>Malavert</placeName>, or
                           <placeName>Haleb</placeName>'s fertile soil,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3292">And <placeName>Casbin</placeName>'s
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_127">
                                 <placeName>Casbin</placeName> produces the fairest grape in
                                    <placeName>Persia</placeName>, which they call <hi rend="italic">Shahoni</hi>, or the royal grape, being of a gold colour,
                                 transparent, and as big as a small olive. These grapes are dried
                                 and transported all over the kingdom. They also make the strongest
                                 wine in <placeName ref="the_world">the world</placeName> and the
                                 most luscious, but very thick as all strong and sweet wines usually
                                 are. This incomparable Grape grows only upon the young branches,
                                 which they never water. So that for five months together they grow
                                 in the heat of summer and under a scorching sun, without receiving
                                 a drop of water, either from the sky or otherwise. When the vintage
                                 is over, they let in their cattle to browze in the vineyards,
                                 afterwards they cut off all the great wood, and leave only the
                                 young stocks about three foot high, which need no propping up with
                                 poles as in other places, and therefore they never make use of any
                                 such supporters. <bibl>Chardin.</bibl>
                         luscious grapes of amber hue,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3293">That many a week endure</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3294">The summer sun intense,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3295">Till by its powerful fire</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3296">All watery particles exhaled, alone</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3297">The strong essential sweetness ripens there.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3298">Here cased in ice, the 
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_128">
                              <p> Dr. Fryer received a present from the Caun of Bunder-Abassæ of
                                 Apples candied in snow. </p>
                              <p> When Tavernier made his first visit to the Kan at Erivan, he found
                                 him with several of his Officers regaling in the <hi rend="italic">Chambers of the Bridge</hi>. They had wine which they cooled
                                 with ice, and all kinds of fruit and melons in large plates, under
                                 each of which was a plate of ice. </p>
                              <p> A great number of camels were laden with snow to cool the liquors
                                 and fruit of the Caliph Mahadi, when he made the pilgrimage to
                     <l rend="i4" n="3299">A topaz, crystal-set:</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3300">Here on a plate of snow</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3301">The sunny orange rests,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3302">And still the aloes and the sandal-wood</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3303">From golden censers o'er the banquet room</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3304">Diffuse their dying sweets.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B6_lg384">
                     <l rend="i0" n="3305">Anon a troop of females formed the dance</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3306">Their ancles bound with 
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_129">
                              <p> Of the Indian dancing women who danced before the Ambassadors at
                                    <placeName>Ispahan</placeName>, "some were shod after a very
                                 strange manner, they had above the instep of the foot a string
                                 tied, with little bells fastened thereto, whereby they discovered
                                 the exactness of their cadence, and sometimes corrected the music
                                 itself; as they did also by the Tzarpanes or Castagnets, which they
                                 had in their hands, in the managing whereof they were very expert." </p>
                              <p> At <placeName>Koojar</placeName>
                                 <persName>Mungo Park</persName> saw a dance "in which many
                                 performers assisted, all of whom were provided with little bells,
                                 which were fastened to their legs and arms."</p>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3307">That made the modulating harmony.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3308">Transparent
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_130">
                              <p> At <placeName>Seronge</placeName> a sort of cloth is made so fine,
                                 that the skin may be seen thro' it, as tho' it were naked.
                                 Merchants are not permitted to export this, the Governor sending
                                 all that is made to the Seraglio of the Great Mogul and the chief
                                 Lords of his court. C'est de quoy les Sultanes &amp; les femmes des
                                 Grands Seigneurs, se font des chemises, &amp; des robes pour la
                                 chaleur, &amp; le Roy &amp; les Grands se plaisent a les voir au
                                 travers de ces chemises fines, &amp; a les faire danser.
                         garments to the greedy eye</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3309">Gave all their harlot limbs,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3310">That writhed, in each immodest gesture skilled.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B6_lg385">
                     <l rend="i2" n="3311">With earnest eyes the banqueters</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3312">Fed on the sight impure;</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3313">And Thalaba, he gazed,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3314">But in his heart he bore a talisman</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3315">Whose blessed Alchemy</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3316">To virtuous thoughts refined</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3317">The loose suggestions of the scene impure.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3318">Oneiza's image swam before his sight,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3319">His own Arabian Maid.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3320">He rose, and from the banquet room he rushed,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3321">And tears ran down his burning cheek,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3322">And nature for a moment woke the thought</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3323">And murmured, that from all domestic joys</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3324">Estranged, he wandered o'er <placeName ref="the_world">the world</placeName>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3325">A lonely being, far from all he loved.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3326">Son of Hodeirah, not among thy crimes</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3327">That murmur shall be written!</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B6_lg386">
                     <l rend="i4" n="3328">From tents of revelry,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3329">From festal bowers, to solitude he ran,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3330">And now he reached where all the rills</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3331">Of that well-watered garden in one tide</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3332">Rolled their collected waves.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3333">A straight and stately bridge</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3334">Stretched its long arches o'er the ample stream.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3335">Strong in the evening and distinct its shade</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3336">Lay on the watry mirror, and his eye</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3337">Saw it united with its parent pile</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3338">One huge fantastic fabric. Drawing near,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3339">Loud from the chambers
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_131">
                              <p> I came to a Village called <placeName ref="Cupri-Kent">Cupri-Kent,
                                    or the Village of the bridge</placeName>, because there is a
                                 very fair bridge that stands not far from it, built upon a river
                                 called <placeName ref="Tabadi_river">Tabadi</placeName>. This
                                 bridge is placed between two mountains separated only by the river,
                                 and supported by four arches, unequal both in their height and
                                 breadth. They are built after an irregular form, in regard of two
                                 great heaps of a rock that stand in the river, upon which they laid
                                 so many arches. Those at the two ends are hollowed on both sides
                                 and serve to lodge passengers, wherein they have made to that
                                 purpose little chambers and porticos, with every one a chimney. The
                                 Arch in the middle of the river is hollowed quite thro' from one
                                 part to the other with two chambers at the ends, and two large
                                 balconies covered, where they take the cool air in the summer with
                                 great delight, and to which there is a descent of two pair of
                                 stairs hewn out of the rock, there is not a fairer bridge in all
                                    <placeName>Georgia</placeName>. <bibl>Chardin.</bibl>
                              <p> Over <placeName ref="Isperuth_river">the river
                                    Isperuth</placeName> "there is a very fair bridge, built on six
                                 arches, each whereof hath a spacious room, a kitchen and several
                                 other conveniences, lying even with water, the going down into it
                                 is by a stone pair of stairs, so that this bridge is able to find
                                 entertainment for a whole caravanne." <bibl>Amb. Tr.</bibl>
                              <p> The most magnificent of these bridges is the Bridge of Zulpha at
                         of the bridge below,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3340">Sounds of carousal came and song,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3341">And unveiled women bade the advancing youth</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3342">Come merry-make with them.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3343">Unhearing or unheeding, Thalaba</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3344">Past o'er with hurried pace,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3345">And plunged amid the forest solitude.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3346">
                        <rs type="place" ref="desert">Deserts</rs> of <placeName ref="Arabia">Araby</placeName>!</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3347">His soul returned to you.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3348">He cast himself upon the earth</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3349">And closed his eyes, and called</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3350">The voluntary vision up.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3351">A cry as of distress</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3352">Aroused him; loud it came, and near!</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3353">He started up, he strung his bow,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3354">He plucked the arrow forth.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3355">Again a shriek ... a woman's shriek!</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3356">And lo! she rushes thro' the trees,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3357">Her veil all rent, her garments torn!</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3358">He follows close, the ravisher....</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3359">Even on the unechoing grass</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3360">She hears his tread, so close!</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3361">"Prophet save me! save me God!</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3362">"Help! help!" she cried to Thalaba,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3363">Thalaba drew the bow.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3364">The unerring arrow did its work of death.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3365">He turned him to the woman, and beheld</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3366">His own <persName>Oneiza</persName>, his Arabian

               <div type="book" xml:id="Book_7">
                  <head>THE SEVENTH BOOK.</head>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg387">
                     <l rend="i4" n="3367">From fear, amazement, joy,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3368">At length the Arabian Maid recovering speech,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3369">Threw around Thalaba her arms and cried,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3370">"My father! O my father!" Thalaba</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3371">In wonder lost, yet fearful to enquire,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3372">Bent down his cheek on hers,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3373">And their tears mingled as they fell.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg388">
                     <l rend="i8" n="3374">ONEIZA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg389">
                     <l rend="i0" n="3375">At night they seized me, Thalaba! in my sleep,...</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3376">Thou wert not near,... and yet when in their grasp</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3377">I woke, my shriek of terror called on thee.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3378">My father could not save me,... an old man!</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3379">And they were strong and many,... O my God,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3380">The hearts they must have had to hear his prayers,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3381">And yet to leave him childless!</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg390">
                     <l rend="i8" n="3382">THALABA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg391">
                     <l rend="i12" n="3383">We will seek him.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3384">We will return to <placeName ref="Arabia">Araby</placeName>.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg392">
                     <l rend="i8" n="3385">ONEIZA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg393">
                     <l rend="i10" n="3386">Alas!</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3387">We should not find him, Thalaba! our tent</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3388">Is desolate, the wind hath heaped the sands</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3389">Within its door, the lizard's
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_132">
                              <p> The dust which overspreads these beds of sand is so fine, that the
                                 lightest animal, the smallest insect, leaves there as on snow, the
                                 vestiges of its track. The varieties of these impressions produce a
                                 pleasing effect, in spots where the saddened soul expects to meet
                                 with nothing but symptoms of the proscriptions of nature. <hi rend="italic">It is impossible to see any thing more
                                    beautiful</hi> than the traces of the passage of a species of
                                 very small lizards extremely common in these desarts. The extremity
                                 of their tail forms regular sinuosities, in the middle of two rows
                                 of delineations, also regularly imprinted by their four feet, with
                                 their five slender toes. These traces are multiplied and interwoven
                                 near the subterranean retreats of these little animals, and present
                                 a singular assemblage which is <hi rend="italic">not void of
                                    beauty</hi>. <bibl>Sonnini.</bibl>
                         track is left</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3390">Fresh on the untrodden dust; prowling by night</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3391">The tyger, as he passes hears no breath</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3392">Of man, and turns to search its solitude.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3393">Alas! he strays a wretched wanderer</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3394">Seeking his child! old man, he will not rest,...</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3395">He cannot rest, his sleep is misery,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3396">His dreams are of my wretchedness, my wrongs....</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3397">O Thalaba! this is a wicked place!</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3398">Let us be gone!</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg394">
                     <l rend="i8" n="3399">THALABA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg395">
                     <l rend="i6" n="3400">But how to pass again</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3401">The iron doors that opening at a breath</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3402">Gave easy entrance? armies in their strength,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3403">Would fail to move those hinges for return!</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg396">
                     <l rend="i8" n="3404">ONEIZA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg397">
                     <l rend="i0" n="3405">But we can climb the mountains that shut in</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3406">This dreadful garden.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg398">
                     <l rend="i8" n="3407">THALABA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg399">
                     <l rend="i8" n="3408">Are Oneiza's limbs</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3409">Equal to that long toil?</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg400">
                     <l rend="i8" n="3410">ONEIZA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg401">
                     <l rend="i8" n="3411"> Oh I am strong</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3412">Dear Thalaba! for this ... fear gives me force,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3413">And you are with me!</l>
                     <l rend="i8" n="3414">So she took his hand,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3415">And gently drew him forward, and they went</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3416">Towards <rs type="place" ref="Tartarian_Mts">the mountain
                     <l rend="i0" n="3417">It was broad moonlight, and obscure or lost</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3418">The garden beauties lay,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3419">But the great boundary rose, distinctly marked.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3420">These were no little hills,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3421">No sloping uplands lifting to the sun</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3422">Their vine-yards, with fresh verdure, and the shade</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3423">Of ancient woods, courting the loiterer</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3424">To win the easy ascent: <rs type="place" ref="Tartarian_Mts">stone mountains these</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3425">Desolate rock on rock,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3426">The burthens of <placeName ref="Earth_planet">the
                     <l rend="i0" n="3427">Whose snowy summits met the morning beam</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3428">When night was in the vale, whose feet were fixed</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3429">In <placeName ref="the_world">the world</placeName>'s
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_133">
                              <p> These lines are feebly adapted from a passage in <bibl>Burnet's
                                    Theory of <placeName ref="Earth_planet">the
                              </bibl>. </p>
                              <p> Hæc autem dicta vellem de genuinis &amp; majoribus terræ montibus;
                                 non gratos <hi rend="italic">Bacchi</hi> colles hîc intelligimus,
                                 aut amœnos illos monticulos, qui viridi herbâ &amp; vicino fonte
                                 &amp; arboribus, vim æstivi solis repellunt: hisce non deest sua
                                 qualiscunque elegantia, &amp; jucunditas. Sed longe aliud hic
                                 respicimus, nempe longæva illa, tristia &amp; squalentia corpora,
                                 telluris pondera, quæ duro capiti rigent inter nubes, infixisque in
                                 terram saxeis pedibus, ab innumeris seculis steterunt immobilia,
                                 atque nudo pectore pertulerunt tot annorum ardentes soles, fulmina
                                 &amp; procellas. Hi sunt primævi &amp; immortales illi montes, qui
                                 non aliunde, quam ex fractâ mundi compage ortum suum ducere
                                 potuerunt, nec nisi cum eâdem perituri sunt. </p>
                              <p> The whole chapter <hi rend="italic">de montibus</hi> is written
                                 with the eloquence of a Poet. Indeed Gibbon bestowed no exaggerated
                                 praise on Burnet in saying that he had "blended scripture, history,
                                 and tradition into one magnificent system, with a sublimity of
                                 imagination scarcely inferior to Milton himself." This work should
                                 be read in Latin, the Author's own translation is miserably
                                 inferior. He lived in the worst age of English prose.</p>
                         foundations. Thalaba surveyed</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3430">The heights precipitous,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3431">Impending crags, rocks unascendible,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3432">And summits that had tired the eagle's wing;</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3433">"There is no way!" he cried.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3434">Paler Oneiza grew</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3435">And hung upon his arm a feebler weight.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg402">
                     <l rend="i4" n="3436">But soon again to hope</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3437">Revives the Arabian maid,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3438">As Thalaba imparts the sudden thought.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3439">"I past <rs type="place" ref="river">a river</rs>," cried
                        the youth</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3440">"A full and copious stream.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3441">"The flowing waters cannot be restrained</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3442">"And where they find or force their way,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3443">"There we perchance may follow, thitherward</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3444">"The current rolled along."</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3445">So saying yet again in hope</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3446">Quickening their eager steps</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3447">They turned them thitherward.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg403">
                     <l rend="i0" n="3448">Silent and calm <rs type="place" ref="river">the
                           river</rs> rolled along,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3449">And at the verge arrived</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3450">Of that fair garden, o'er a rocky bed</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3451">Towards the mountain base,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3452">Still full and silent, held its even way,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3453">But the deep sound, the dash</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3454">Louder and louder in the distance rose,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3455">As if it forced its stream</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3456">Struggling with crags along a narrow pass.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3457">And lo! where raving o'er a hollow course</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3458">The ever-flowing tide</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3459">Foams in a thousand whirlpools! there adown</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3460">The perforated rock</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3461">Plunge the whole waters, so precipitous,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3462">So fathomless a fall</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3463">That their earth-shaking roar came deadened up</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3464">Like subterranean thunders.</l>
                     <l rend="i10" n="3465"> "Allah save us!"</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3466">Oneiza cried, "there is no path for man</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3467">"From this accursed place!"</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3468">And as she spake her joints</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3469">Were loosened, and her knees sunk under her.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3470">"Cheer up, Oneiza!" Thalaba replied,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3471">"Be of good heart. We cannot fly</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3472">"The dangers of the place,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3473">"But we can conquer them!"</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg404">
                     <l rend="i4" n="3474">And the young Arab's soul</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3475">Arose within him; "what is he," he cried,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3476">"Who has prepared this garden of delight,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3477">"And wherefore are its snares?"</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg405">
                     <l rend="i4" n="3478">The Arabian Maid replied,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3479">"The Women when I entered, welcomed me</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3480">"To <rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Paradise-Aloadin">Paradise</rs>, by Aloadin's will</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3481">"Chosen like themselves, a Houri of <placeName ref="Earth_planet">the Earth</placeName>.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3482">"They told me, credulous of his blasphemies,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3483">"That Aloadin placed them to reward</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3484">"His faithful servants with the joys of <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Heaven</rs>.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3485">"O Thalaba, and all are ready here</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3486">"To wreak his wicked will, and work all crimes!</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3487">"How then shall we escape?"</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg406">
                     <l rend="i0" n="3488">"Woe to him!" cried the Appointed, a stern smile</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3489">Darkening with stronger shades his countenance,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3490">"Woe to him! he hath laid his toils</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3491">"To take the Antelope,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3492">"The Lion is come in!"</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3493">She shook her head, "a Sorcerer he</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3494">"And guarded by so many! Thalaba,...</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3495">"And thou but one!"</l>
                     <l rend="i8" n="3496">He raised his hand to Heaven,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3497">"Is there not God, Oneiza?</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3498">"I have a Talisman, that, whoso bears,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3499">"Him, nor the Earthly, nor the Infernal Powers</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3500">"Of Evil can cast down.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3501">"Remember Destiny</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3502">"Hath marked me from mankind!</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3503">"Now rest in faith, and I will guard thy sleep!"</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg407">
                     <l rend="i4" n="3504">So <rs type="place" ref="river">on a violet bank</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3505">The Arabian Maid lay down,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3506">Her soft cheek pillowed upon moss and flowers.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3507">She lay in silent prayer,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3508">Till prayer had tranquillized her fears,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3509">And sleep fell on her. By her side</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3510">Silent sate Thalaba,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3511">And gazed upon the Maid,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3512">And as he gazed, drew in</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3513">New courage and intenser faith,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3514">And waited calmly for the eventful day.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg408">
                     <l rend="i2" n="3515">Loud sung the Lark, the awakened Maid</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3516">Beheld him twinkling in the morning light,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3517">And wished for wings and liberty like his.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3518">The flush of fear inflamed her cheek,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3519">But Thalaba was calm of soul,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3520">Collected for the work.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3521">He pondered in his mind</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3522">How from <persName>Lobaba</persName>'s breast</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3523">His blunted arrow fell.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3524">Aloadin too might wear</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3525">Spell perchance of equal power</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3526">To blunt the weapon's edge!</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3527">Beside <rs type="place" ref="river">the
                     <l rend="i0" n="3528">Rose a young poplar, whose unsteady leaves</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3529">Varying their verdure to the gale,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3530">With silver glitter caught</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3531">His meditating eye.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3532">Then to Oneiza turned the youth</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3533">And gave his father's bow,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3534">And o'er her shoulders slung</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3535">The quiver arrow-stored.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3536">"Me other weapon suits;" said he,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3537">"Bear thou the Bow: dear Maid!</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3538">"The days return upon me, when these shafts,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3539">"True to thy guidance, from the lofty palm</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3540">"Brought down the cluster, and thy gladdened eye</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3541">"Exulting turned to seek the voice of praise.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3542">"Oh! yet again <persName>Oneiza</persName>, we shall
                     <l rend="i0" n="3543">"Our <rs type="place" ref="desert">desert</rs> joys!"</l>
                     <l rend="i6" n="3544"> So saying to the bank</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3545">He moved, and stooping low,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3546">With double grasp, hand below hand, he clenched</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3547">And from its watry soil</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3548">Uptore the poplar trunk.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3549">Then off he shook the clotted earth,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3550">And broke away the head</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3551">And boughs and lesser roots,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3552">And lifting it aloft</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3553">Wielded with able sway the massy club.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3554">"Now for this child of <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Hell</rs>!" quoth Thalaba,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3555">"Belike he shall exchange to day</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3556">"<rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Paradise-Aloadin">His dainty Paradise</rs>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3557">"For other dwelling, and the fruit</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3558">"Of Zaccoum,
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_134">
                              <p> The Zaccoum is a tree which issueth from the bottom of <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Hell</rs>: the fruit thereof
                                 resembleth the heads of Devils; and the damned shall eat of the
                                 same, and shall fill their bellies therewith; and there shall be
                                 given them thereon a mixture of boiling water to drink; afterwards
                                 shall they return to Hell. <bibl>Koran. Chap. 37.</bibl>
                              <p> This hellish Zaccoum has its name from a thorny tree in Tehâma,
                                 which bears fruit like an almond, but extremely bitter; therefore
                                 the same name is given to the infernal tree. <bibl>Sale.</bibl>
                         cursed tree."</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg409">
                     <l rend="i2" n="3559">With that the youth and Arab maid</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3560">Towards <rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Paradise-Aloadin">the garden centre</rs> past.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3561">It chanced that Aloadin had convoked</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3562">The garden-habitants,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3563">And with the assembled throng</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3564">Oneiza mingled, and the appointed youth.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3565">Unmarked they mingled, or if one</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3566">With busier finger to his neighbour notes</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3567">The quivered Maid, "haply," he says,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3568">"Some daughter of the
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_135">
                              <p> When the sister of the famous Derar was made prisoner before
                                    <placeName>Damascus</placeName> with many other Arabian women,
                                 she excited them to mutiny, they seized the poles of the tents and
                                 attacked their captors. This bold resolution, says Marigny, was not
                                 inspired by impotent anger. Most of these women had military
                                 inclinations already; particularly those who were of the tribe of
                                 Hemiar or of the Homerites, where they are early exercised in
                                 riding the horse, and in using the bow, the lance, and the javelin.
                                 The revolt was successful, for during the engagement Derar came up
                                 to their assistance. <bibl>Marigny.</bibl>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3569">"Or one who yet remembers with delight</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3570">"Her native tents of <placeName>Himiar</placeName>!"
                        "Nay!" rejoins</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3571">His comrade, "a love-pageant! for the man</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3572">"Mimics with that fierce eye and knotty club</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3573">"Some savage lion-tamer, she forsooth</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3574">"Must play the heroine of the years of old!"</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg410">
                     <l rend="i0" n="3575">Radiant with gems upon <rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Paradise-Aloadin">his throne of gold</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3576">Aloadin sate.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3577">O'er the Sorcerer's head</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3578">Hovered a Bird, and in the fragrant air</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3579">Waved his winnowing wings,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3580">A living canopy.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3581">Large as the plumeless Cassowar</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3582">Was that o'ershadowing Bird;</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3583">So huge his talons, in their grasp</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3584">The Eagle would have hung a helpless prey.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3585">His beak was iron, and his plumes</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3586">Glittered like burnished gold,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3587">And his eyes glowed, as tho' an inward fire</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3588">Shone thro' a diamond orb.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg411">
                     <l rend="i4" n="3589">The blinded multitude</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3590">Adored the Sorcerer,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3591">And bent the knee before him,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3592">And shouted out his praise,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3593">"Mighty art thou, the Bestower of joy,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3594">"The Lord of <rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Paradise-Aloadin">Paradise</rs>!"</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3595">Aloadin waved his hand,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3596">In idolizing reverence</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3597">Moveless they stood and mute.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3598">"Children of <placeName ref="Earth_planet">Earth</placeName>," he cried,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3599">"Whom I have guided here</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3600">"By easier passage than <rs type="metaplace" subtype="passage">the gate of Death</rs>,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3601">"The infidel Sultan to whose <rs type="place" ref="Sultanate">lands</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3602">"My <rs type="place" ref="Tartarian_Mts">mountains</rs> reach
                        their roots,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3603">"Blasphemes and threatens me.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3604">"Strong are his armies, many are his guards,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3605">"Yet may a dagger find him.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3606">"Children of Earth, I tempt you not</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3607">"With the vain promise of a bliss unseen,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3608">"With tales of a hereafter Heaven</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3609">"Whence never Traveller hath returned!</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3610">"Have ye not tasted of the cup of joy,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3611">"That in <rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Paradise-Aloadin">these groves of happiness</rs>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3612">"For ever over-mantling tempts</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3613">"The ever-thirsty lip?</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3614">"Who is there here that by a deed</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3615">"Of danger will deserve</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3616">"The eternal joys of actual <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Paradise</rs>?</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg412">
                     <l rend="i4" n="3617">"I!" Thalaba exclaimed,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3618">And springing forward, on the Sorcerer's head</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3619">He dashed the knotty club.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg413">
                     <l rend="i4" n="3620">He fell not, tho' the force</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3621">Shattered his skull; nor flowed the blood.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3622">For by some hellish talisman</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3623">His life imprisoned still</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3624">Dwelt in the body. The astonished crowd</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3625">Stand motionless with fear, and wait</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3626">Immediate vengeance from the wrath of Heaven.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3627">And lo! the Bird ... the monster Bird</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3628">Soars up ... then pounces down</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3629">To seize on Thalaba!</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3630">Now Oneiza, bend the bow,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3631">Now draw the arrow home!</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3632">It fled, the arrow from Oneiza's hand,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3633">It pierced the monster Bird,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3634">It broke the Talisman.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3635">Then darkness covered all,...</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3636">
                        <placeName ref="Earth_planet">Earth</placeName> shook,
                           <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Heaven</rs> thundered, and amid the
                     <l rend="i4" n="3637">Of Spirits accursed, destroyed</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3638">The <rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Paradise-Aloadin">Paradise</rs>
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_136">
                              <p> In the N. E. parts of <placeName>Persia</placeName> there was <rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden">an old man named
                                       <persName>Aloadin</persName>, a Mahumetan, which had inclosed
                                       <geogFeat>a goodly vally, situate between two
                                       hilles</geogFeat>, and furnished it with all variety which
                                       <name type="myth">Nature</name> and <name type="myth">Art</name> could yield, as fruits, pictures, rilles of milk,
                                    wine, honey, water, pallaces, and beautifull damosells, richly
                                    attired, and called it <rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Paradise-Aloadin">Paradise</rs>
                                 </rs>. To this was no passage but by <rs type="building" subtype="fort">an impregnable castle</rs>, and daily preaching
                                 the pleasures of this Paradise to the youth which he kept in his
                                 court, sometimes would minister a sleepy drinke to some of them,
                                 and then conveigh them thither, where being entertained with these
                                 pleasures 4 or 5 days they supposed themselves rapt into Paradise,
                                 and then being again cast into a trance by the said drink, he
                                 caused them to be carried forth, and then would examine them of
                                 what they had seene, and by this delusion would make them resolute
                                 for any enterprize which he should appoint them, as to murther any
                                 Prince his enemy, for they feared not death in hope of their <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Mahumetical Paradise</rs>. But
                                    <persName>Haslor or Ulan</persName> after 3 years siege
                                 destroyed him and this his fools Paradise. <bibl>
                              <p> In another place <bibl>
                                 </bibl> tells the same tale, but calls the Impostor
                                    <persName>Aladeules</persName>, and says that <persName>Selim
                                    the Ottoman Emperor</persName>, destroyed his <rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Paradise-Aladeules">Paradise</rs>. </p>
                              <p> The story is told by so many writers and with such difference of
                                 time and place, as wholly to invalidate its truth, even were the
                                 circumstances more probable. </p>
                              <rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Paradise-Senex">Travelling on further towards the south, I arrived at a
                                    certaine countrey called <placeName>Melistorte</placeName>,
                                    which is a very pleasant and fertile place. <rs type="building" subtype="wall">And in this countrey there was a certeine aged
                                       man called <persName ref="Senex">Senex de monte</persName>,
                                       who round about <geogFeat>two mountaines</geogFeat> had built
                                       a wall to inclose the sayd mountaines.</rs> Within this wall
                                    there were the fairest and most chrystall fountaines <rs type="place" ref="the_world">in the whole world</rs>: and
                                    about the sayd fountaines there were most beautiful virgins in
                                    great number, and goodly horses also, and in a word every thing
                                    that could be devised for bodily solace and delight, and
                                    therefore the inhabitants of the countrey call the same place by
                                    the name of Paradise.</rs>
                              <rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Paradise-Senex">The sayd
                                    olde <persName>Senex</persName>, when he saw any proper and
                                    valiant young man, he would admit him into his paradise.
                                    Moreover by certaine conducts he makes wine and milke to flow
                                    abundantly. This Senex, when he hath a minde to revenge
                                    himselfe, or to slay any king or baron, commandeth him that is
                                    governor of the sayd paradise, to bring thereunto some of the
                                    acquaintance of the sayd king or baron, permitting him awhile to
                                    take his pleasure therein, and then to give him a certeine
                                    potion being of force to cast him into such a slumber as should
                                    make him quite voide of all sense, and so being in a profound
                                    sleepe to convey him out of his paradise: who being awaked, and
                                    seeing himselfe thrust out of the paradise, would become so
                                    sorrowfull, that he could not in the world devise what to do, or
                                    whither to turne him. Then would he go unto the foresaide old
                                    man, beseeching him that he might be admitted againe into his
                                    paradise: who saith unto him, you cannot be admitted thither,
                                    unlesse you will slay such or such a man for my sake, and if you
                                    will give the attempt onely whether you kill him or no, I wil
                                    place you againe in paradise, that there you may remaine
                                    alwayes: then would the party without faile put the same in
                                    execution, indevouring to murther all those against whom the
                                    sayd olde man had conceived any hatred. And therefore all the
                                    kings of the east stood in awe of the sayd olde man, and gave
                                    unto him great tribute.</rs>
                                 <rs type="imp" subtype="invade">And when <orgName>the
                                       Tartars</orgName> had subdued a great part of <placeName ref="the_world">the world</placeName>, they came unto <rs type="person" ref="Senex">the sayd olde man</rs>, and tooke
                                    from him the custody of his paradise: who being incensed
                                    thereat, sent abroad divers desperate and resolute persons out
                                    of his forenamed paradise, and caused many of the Tartarian
                                    nobles to be slaine. The Tartars seeing this, went and besieged
                                    the city wherein the sayd olde man was, tooke him, and put him
                                    to a most cruell and ignominious death.</rs>
                              <p> The most particular account is given by that undaunted liar
                                    <persName>Sir John Maundevile</persName>. </p>
                              <p> "Beside the <placeName>Yle of Pentexoire</placeName>, that is the
                                    <placeName>Lond of Prestre John</placeName>, is a gret Yle long
                                 and brode, that men clepen Milsterak; and it is in the Lordschipe
                                 of Prestre John. In that Yle is gret plentee of godes. There was
                                 dwellinge somtyme a ryche man; and it is not long sithen, and men
                                 clept him Gatholonabes; and he was full of cauteles and of sotylle
                                 disceytes: and had a fulle fair Castelle and a strong, in a
                                 mountayne, so strong and so noble that no man cowde devise a
                                 fairere ne a strengere. And he had let muren all the mountayne
                                 aboute with a strong walle and a fair. And with inne the walles he
                                 had the fairest gardyn that ony man might behold; and therein were
                                 trees beryinge all maner of frutes that ony man cowde devyse, and
                                 therein were also alle maner vertuous herbes of gode smelle, and
                                 alle other herbes also that beren faire floures, and he had also in
                                 that gardyn many faire welles, and beside the welles he had lete
                                 make faire halles and faire chambres, depeynted alle with gold and
                                 azure. And there weren in that place many dyverse thinges, and many
                                 dyverse stories: and of bestes and of bryddes that songen fulle
                                 delectabely, and moveden be craft that it semede that thei weren
                                 quyke. And he had also in his gardyn all maner of fowles and of
                                 bestes, that ony man myghte thinke on, for to have pley or desport
                                 to beholde hem. And he had also in that place, the faireste
                                 Damyseles that myghte ben founde under the age of 15 Zere, and the
                                 fairest zonge striplynges that men myghte gete of that same age:
                                 and all thei weren clothed in clothes of Gold fully rychely, and he
                                 seyde that tho weren Angeles. And he had also let make 3 welles
                                 faire and noble and all envyround with ston of Jaspre, of
                                 cristalle, dyapred with gold and sett with precious stones and
                                 grete orient Perles. And he had made a conduyt under erthe, so that
                                 the 3 Welles, at his list, on scholde renne milk, another wyn, and
                                 another hony and that place he clept Paradys. And whan that ony
                                 gode Knyght, that was hardy and noble, cam to see this Rialtee, he
                                 would lede him into his Paradys, and schewen him theise wondirfulle
                                 thinges to his desport, and the marveyllous and delicious song of
                                 dyverse Bryddes, and the faire Damyseles and the faire welles of
                                 mylk, wyn, and honey plentevous rennynge. And he woulde let make
                                 dyverse instrumentes of musick to sownen in an high Tour, so merily
                                 that it was joye for to here, and no man scholde see the craft
                                 thereof: and tho, he sayde, weren Aungeles of God, and that place
                                 was Paradys that<name type="divin">God</name>had behyghte to his
                                 friendes, saying <hi rend="italic">Dabo vobis terram fluentem lacte
                                    &amp; melle</hi>. And thanne wolde he maken hem to drynken of
                                 certeyn drynk, whereof anon thei sholden be dronken, and thanne
                                 wolde hem thinken gretter delyt than thei hadden before. And then
                                 wolde he seye to hem that zif thei wolde dyen for him and for his
                                 love, that after hire dethe thei scholde come to his Paradys, and
                                 their scholde ben of the age of the Damyseles, and thei scholde
                                 pleyen with hem and zit ben Maydenes. And after that zit scholde he
                                 putten hem in a fayrere Paradys, where that thei scholde see<name type="divin">God</name>of nature visibely in his Magestee and in
                                 his blisse. And than wolde he schewe hem his entent and seye hem,
                                 that zif thei wolde go sle such a Lord, or such a man, that was his
                                 Enemye or contrarious to his list, that thei scholde not drede to
                                 don it, and for to be sleyn therefore hemself: for aftir hire dethe
                                 he wolde putten hem into another Paradys, that was an 100 fold
                                 fairere than ony of the tothere: and there scholde thei dwellen
                                 with the most fairest Damyseles that myghte be, and pley with hem
                                 ever more. And thus wenten many dyverse lusty Bacheleres for to sle
                                 grete Lords, in dyverse Countrees, that weren his enemyes, and
                                 maden hemself to ben slayn in hope to have that Paradys. And thus
                                 often tyme he was revenged of his enemyes by his sotylle disceytes
                                 and false cauteles. And whan the worthe men of the Contree hadden
                                 perceyved this sotylle falshod of this Gatholonabes, thei assembled
                                 hem with force, and assayleden his Castelle, and slowen him, and
                                 destroyden all the faire places, and alle the nobletees of that
                                 Paradys. The place of the welles and of the walles and of many
                                 other thinges bene zit apertly sene, but the richesse is voyded
                                 clene, and it is not long gon sithen that place was destroyed."
                                    <bibl>Sir John Maundeville.</bibl>
                         of Sin.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg414">
                     <l rend="i4" n="3639">At last the earth was still;</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3640">The yelling of the Demons ceased;</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3641">Opening the wreck and ruin to their sight</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3642">The darkness rolled away. Alone in life</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3643">Amid the desolation and the dead</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3644">Stood the Destroyer and the Arabian Maid.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3645">They looked around, the rocks were rent,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3646">The path was open, late by magic closed.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3647">Awe-struck and silent down the stony glen</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3648">They wound their thoughtful way.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg415">
                     <l rend="i4" n="3649">Amid the vale below</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3650">Tents rose, and streamers played</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3651">And javelins sparkled in the sun,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3652">And multitudes encamped</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3653">Swarmed, far as eye could follow, o'er the plain.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3654">There in his war pavilion sate</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3655">In council with his Chiefs</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3656">The Sultan of <placeName ref="Sultanate">the
                     <l rend="i0" n="3657">Before his presence there a Captain led</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3658">Oneiza and the appointed Youth.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg416">
                     <l rend="i0" n="3659">"Obedient to our Lord's command," said he,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3660">"We past towards <rs type="place" ref="Tartarian_Mts">the
                           mountains</rs>, and began</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3661">"The ascending strait; when suddenly <placeName ref="Earth_planet">Earth</placeName> shook,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3662">"And darkness like the midnight fell around,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3663">"And fire and thunder came from Heaven</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3664">"As tho' the Retribution day were come.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3665">"After the terror ceased, and when with hearts</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3666">"Somewhat assured, again we ventured on,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3667">"This youth and woman met us on the way.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3668">"They told us that from <rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Paradise-Aloadin">Aloadin's haunt</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3669">"They came on whom the judgement-stroke has fallen;</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3670">"He and his sinful <rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Paradise-Aloadin">Paradise</rs> at once</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3671">"Destroyed by them, the agents they of <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Heaven</rs>.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3672">"Therefore I brought them hither, to repeat</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3673">"The tale before thy presence; that as search</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3674">"Shall prove it false or faithful, to their merit</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3675">"Thou mayest reward them."</l>
                     <l rend="i11" n="3676">"Be it done to us,"</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3677">Thalaba answered, "as the truth shall prove!"</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg417">
                     <l rend="i4" n="3678">The Sultan while he spake</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3679">"Fixed on him the proud eye of sovereignty;</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3680">"If thou hast played with us,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3681">"By <name type="divin">Allah</name> and by Ali, Death
                        shall seal</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3682">"The lying lips for ever! if the thing</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3683">"Be as thou sayest it, Arab, thou shalt stand</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3684">"Next to ourself!"...</l>
                     <l rend="i10" n="3685">And hark! the cry</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3686">The lengthening cry, the increasing shout</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3687">Of joyful multitudes!</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg418">
                     <l rend="i2" n="3688">Breathless and panting to the tent</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3689">The bearer of good tidings comes,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3690">"O Sultan, live for ever! be thy foes</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3691">"Like Aloadin all!</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3692">"The wrath of<name type="divin">God</name>hath smitten
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg419">
                     <l rend="i4" n="3693">Joy at the welcome tale</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3694">Shone in the Sultan's cheek</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3695">"Array the Arab in the robe</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3696">"Of honour," he exclaimed,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3697">"And place a chain of gold around his neck,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3698">"And bind around his brow the diadem,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3699">"And mount him on my steed of state,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3700">"And lead him thro' the camp,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3701">"And let the Heralds go before and cry</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3702">"Thus shall the Sultan reward</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3703">"The man
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_137">
                              <p> Let the royal apparel be brought which the King useth to wear, and
                                 the horse that the King rideth upon, and the crown royal which is
                                 set upon his head: </p>
                              <p> And let this apparel and horse be delivered to the hand of one of
                                 the King's most noble princes, that they may array the man withal
                                 whom the King delighteth to honour, and bring him on horseback
                                 thro' the street of the city, and proclaim before him, Thus shall
                                 it be done to the man whom the King delighteth to honour.
                                    <bibl>Esther.</bibl> VI. 8. 9. </p>
                         who serves him well!"</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg420">
                     <l rend="i4" n="3704">Then in the purple robe</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3705">They vested Thalaba.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3706">And hung around his neck the golden chain,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3707">And bound his forehead with the diadem,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3708">And on the royal steed</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3709">They led him thro' the camp,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3710">And Heralds went before and cried</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3711">"Thus shall the Sultan reward</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3712">"The man who serves him well!"</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg421">
                     <l rend="i2" n="3713">When from the pomp of triumph</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3714">And presence of the King</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3715">Thalaba sought the tent allotted him,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3716">Thoughtful the Arabian Maid beheld</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3717">His animated eye,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3718">His cheek inflamed with pride.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3719">"Oneiza!" cried the youth,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3720">"The King hath done according to his word,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3721">"And made me in <rs type="place" ref="Sultanate">the
                     <l rend="i4" n="3722">"Next to himself be named!...</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3723">"But why that serious melancholy smile?</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3724">"Oneiza when I heard the voice that gave me</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3725">"Honour, and wealth, and fame, the instant thought</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3726">"Arose to fill my joy, that thou wouldest hear</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3727">"The tidings, and be happy."</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg422">
                     <l rend="i8" n="3728">ONEIZA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg423">
                     <l rend="i11" n="3729">Thalaba</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3730">Thou wouldest not have me mirthful! am I not</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3731">An orphan,... among strangers?</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg424">
                     <l rend="i8" n="3732">THALABA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg425">
                     <l rend="i12" n="3733">But with me.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg426">
                     <l rend="i8" n="3734">ONEIZA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg427">
                     <l rend="i0" n="3735">My Father,...</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg428">
                     <l rend="i8" n="3736">THALABA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg429">
                     <l rend="i6" n="3737">Nay be comforted! last night</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3738">To what wert thou exposed! in what a peril</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3739">The morning found us! safety, honour, wealth</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3740">These now are ours. This instant who thou wert</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3741">The Sultan asked. I told him from our childhood</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3742">We had been plighted;... was I wrong Oneiza?</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3743">And when he said with bounties he would heap</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3744">Our nuptials,... wilt thou blame me if I blest</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3745">His will, that bade me fix the marriage day!</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3746">In tears Oneiza?...</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg430">
                     <l rend="i8" n="3747">ONEIZA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg431">
                     <l rend="i4" n="3748">Remember Destiny</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3749">Hath marked thee from mankind!</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg432">
                     <l rend="i8" n="3750">THALABA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg433">
                     <l rend="i0" n="3751">Perhaps when Aloadin was destroyed</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3752">The mission ceased, else would wise Providence</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3753">With its rewards and blessings strew my path</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3754">Thus for accomplished service?</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg434">
                     <l rend="i8" n="3755">ONEIZA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg435">
                     <l rend="i12" n="3756">Thalaba!</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg436">
                     <l rend="i8" n="3757">THALABA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg437">
                     <l rend="i0" n="3758">Or if haply not, yet whither should I go?</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3759">Is it not prudent to abide in peace</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3760">Till I am summoned?</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg438">
                     <l rend="i8" n="3761">ONEIZA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg439">
                     <l rend="i8" n="3762">Take me to <placeName ref="desert">the
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg440">
                     <l rend="i8" n="3763">THALABA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg441">
                     <l rend="i0" n="3764">But Moath is not there; and wouldest thou dwell</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3765">In a Stranger's tent? thy father then might seek</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3766">In long and fruitless wandering for his child.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg442">
                     <l rend="i8" n="3767">ONEIZA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg443">
                     <l rend="i4" n="3768">Take me then to <placeName>Mecca</placeName>!</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3769">There let me dwell a servant of the Temple.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3770">Bind thou thyself my veil,... to human eye</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3771">It never shall be lifted. There, whilst thou</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3772">Shalt go upon thine enterprize, my prayers,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3773">Dear Thalaba! shall rise to succour thee,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3774">And I shall live,... if not in happiness;</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3775">Surely in hope.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg444">
                     <l rend="i8" n="3776">THALABA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg445">
                     <l rend="i6" n="3777">Oh think of better things!</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3778">The will of <rs type="metaplace" subtype="divin">Heaven</rs> is plain: by wonderous ways</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3779">It led us here, and soon the common voice</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3780">Shall tell what we have done, and how we dwell</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3781">
                        <rs type="place" ref="Sultanate">Under the shadow of the
                           Sultan's wing</rs>,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3782">So shall thy father hear the fame, and find us</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3783">What he hath wished us ever.... Still in tears!</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3784">Still that unwilling eye! nay ... nay.... Oneiza....</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3785">Has then another since I left the tent....</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg446">
                     <l rend="i8" n="3786">ONEIZA.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg447">
                     <l rend="i0" n="3787">Thalaba! Thalaba!</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg448">
                     <l rend="i2" n="3788">With song, with music, and with dance</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3789">The bridal pomp proceeds.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3790">Following on the veiled Bride</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3791">Fifty female slaves attend</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3792">In costly robes that gleam</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3793">With interwoven gold,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3794">And sparkle far with gems.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3795">An hundred slaves behind them bear</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3796">Vessels of silver and vessels of gold</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3797">And many a gorgeous garment gay</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3798">The presents that the Sultan gave.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3799">On either hand the pages go</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3800">With torches flaring thro' the gloom,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3801">And trump and timbrel merriment</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3802">Accompanies their way;</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3803">And multitudes with loud acclaim</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3804">Shout blessings on the Bride.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3805">And now they reach the palace pile,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3806">The palace home of Thalaba,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3807">And now the marriage feast is spread</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3808">And from the finished banquet now</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3809">The wedding guests are gone.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B7_lg449">
                     <l rend="i2" n="3810">Who comes from the bridal chamber?</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3811">It is Azrael, the Angel of Death.</l>

               <div type="book" xml:id="Book_8">
                  <head>THE EIGHTH BOOK.</head>
                  <lg xml:id="B8_lg450">
                     <l rend="i8" n="3812">
                        <rs type="person">WOMAN</rs>.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B8_lg451">
                     <l rend="i0" n="3813">Go not among the <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">Tombs</rs>, <rs type="person" ref="Moath">Old Man</rs>!</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3814">There is <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">a madman</rs>
                  <lg xml:id="B8_lg452">
                     <l rend="i8" n="3815">
                        <rs type="person" ref="Moath">OLD MAN</rs>.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B8_lg453">
                     <l rend="i0" n="3816">Will he harm me if I go?</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B8_lg454">
                     <l rend="i8" n="3817">
                        <rs type="person">WOMAN</rs>.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B8_lg455">
                     <l rend="i0" n="3818">Not he, <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">poor miserable
                     <l rend="i0" n="3819">But 'tis a wretched sight to see</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3820">His utter wretchedness.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3821">For all day long he lies on <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">a grave</rs>,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3822">And never is he seen to weep,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3823">And never is he heard to groan.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3824">Nor ever at the hour of prayer</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3825">Bends his knee, nor moves his lips.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3826">I have taken him food for charity</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3827">And never a word he spake,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3828">But yet so ghastly he looked</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3829">That I have awakened at night</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3830">With the dream of his ghastly eyes.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3831">Now go not among <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">the Tombs</rs>, <rs type="person" ref="Moath">Old
                  <lg xml:id="B8_lg456">
                     <l rend="i8" n="3832">
                        <rs type="person" ref="Moath">OLD MAN</rs>.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B8_lg457">
                     <l rend="i0" n="3833">Wherefore has the wrath of<name type="divin">God</name>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3834">So sorely stricken him?</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B8_lg458">
                     <l rend="i8" n="3835">
                        <rs type="person">WOMAN</rs>.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B8_lg459">
                     <l rend="i0" n="3836">He came <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">a Stranger</rs>
                        to the land,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3837">And did good service to <persName>the
                     <l rend="i0" n="3838">And well his service was rewarded.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3839">
                        <persName>The Sultan</persName> named him next himself,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3840">
                        <rs type="building" subtype="palace">And gave a palace for his
                     <l rend="i0" n="3841">And dowered <rs type="person" ref="Oneiza">his bride</rs>
                        with rich domains.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3842">But <time>on his wedding night</time>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3843">There came the <name type="divin">Angel of
                     <l rend="i0" n="3844">Since that hour <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">a man
                     <l rend="i0" n="3845">Among <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">the sepulchres</rs> he wanders.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3846">
                        <persName>The Sultan</persName> when he heard the tale</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3847">Said that for some untold crime</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3848">
                        <name type="divin">Judgement</name> thus had stricken him,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3849">And asking <name type="divin">Heaven</name>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3850">That he had shewn him favour,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3851">Abandoned him to want.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B8_lg460">
                     <l rend="i8" n="3852">
                        <rs type="person" ref="Moath">OLD MAN</rs>.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B8_lg461">
                     <l rend="i0" n="3853">
                        <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">A Stranger</rs> did you say?</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B8_lg462">
                     <l rend="i8" n="3854">
                        <rs type="person">WOMAN</rs>.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B8_lg463">
                     <l rend="i0" n="3855">
                        <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">An Arab born</rs>, like you.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3856">But go not among <placeName ref="Tombs">the
                     <l rend="i0" n="3857">For the sight of his wretchedness</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3858">Might make a hard heart ache!</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B8_lg464">
                     <l rend="i8" n="3859">
                        <rs type="person" ref="Moath">OLD MAN</rs>.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B8_lg465">
                     <l rend="i0" n="3860">Nay, nay, I never yet have shunned</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3861">A countryman in distress:</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3862">And the sound of <rs type="place" subtype="language">his
                           dear native tongue</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3863">
                        <rs type="place" subtype="language">May be like the voice of a friend.</rs>
                  <lg xml:id="B8_lg466">
                     <l rend="i2" n="3864">Then to <placeName ref="Tombs">the Sepulchre</placeName>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3865">The <rs type="person">Woman</rs> pointed out,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3866">Old <persName>Moath</persName> bent his way.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3867">
                        <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">By the tomb</rs> lay
                     <l rend="i2" n="3868">In the light of the setting eve.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3869">The sun, and the wind, and the rain</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3870">Had rusted his raven locks,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3871">His checks were fallen in,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3872">His face bones prominent,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3873">By the tomb he lay along</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3874">And his lean fingers played,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3875">Unwitting, with the grass that grew beside.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B8_lg467">
                     <l rend="i4" n="3876">
                        <rs type="person" ref="Moath">The Old man</rs> knew him not,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3877">And drawing near him cried</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3878">"<rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">Countryman</rs>, peace
                        be with thee!"</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3879">
                        <rs type="place" subtype="language">The sound of his dear native tongue</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3880">Awakened <persName>Thalaba</persName>.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3881">He raised his countenance</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3882">And saw <rs type="person" ref="Moath">the good Old
                     <l rend="i0" n="3883">And he arose, and fell upon his neck,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3884">And groaned in bitterness.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3885">Then <persName>Moath</persName> knew the youth,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3886">And feared that he was childless, and he turned</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3887">His eyes, and <rs type="person" ref="Oneiza">pointed to
                              <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">the
                     <l rend="i4" n="3888">"<rs type="person" ref="Moath">Old Man</rs>!" cried
                     <l rend="i4" n="3889">"Thy search is ended there!"</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B8_lg468">
                     <l rend="i4" n="3890">
                        <rs type="person" ref="Moath">The father</rs>'s cheek grew white</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3891">And his lip quivered with the misery;</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3892">Howbeit, collecting with a painful voice</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3893">He answered, "<name type="divin">God</name> is good! his
                        will be done!"</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B8_lg469">
                     <l rend="i4" n="3894">The woe in which he spake,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3895">The resignation that inspired his speech,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3896">They softened Thalaba.</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3897">"Thou hast a solace in thy grief," he cried,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3898">"A comforter within!</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3899">"<persName>Moath</persName>! thou seest me here,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3900">"Delivered to <orgName>the Evil Powers</orgName>,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3901">"<rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">A God-abandoned
                  <lg xml:id="B8_lg470">
                     <l rend="i0" n="3902">The <rs type="person" ref="Moath">Old Man</rs> looked at
                        him incredulous.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3903">"Nightly," <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">the youth</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3904">"<rs type="person" ref="Oneiza">Thy daughter</rs> comes
                        to drive me to despair.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3905">"<persName>Moath</persName> thou thinkest me mad,...</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3906">
                        <rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">"But when <persName>the Cryer</persName>
                              <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_138">
                                 <p> As <rs type="person" ref="Mohammed">the celestial Apostle</rs>,
                                    at his retreat from <hi rend="italic">
                                    </hi>, did not perform always the five canonical prayers at the
                                    precise time, <orgName>his disciples</orgName>, who often
                                    neglected to join with him in the <hi rend="italic">
                                    </hi>, assembled one day to fix upon some method of announcing
                                    to <orgName>the public</orgName>
                                    <time>those moments of the day and night when <rs type="person" ref="Mohammed">their master</rs> discharged this first of
                                       religious duties</time>. Flags, bells, trumpets, and fire
                                    were successively proposed as signals. None of these, however,
                                    were admitted. The flags were rejected as unsuited to the
                                    sanctity of the object; <rs type="religion" subtype="Christian">the bells, on account of their being used by
                                    </rs>; <rs type="religion" subtype="Judaism">the trumpets, as
                                       appropriated to the Hebrew worship</rs>; <rs type="religion" subtype="idol"> the fire, as having too near an analogy to
                                       the religion of the <orgName>pyrolators</orgName>
                                    </rs>. From this contrariety of opinions the disciples separated
                                    without any determination. <rs type="dream">But one of them, <hi rend="italic">
                                          <persName>Abdullah ibn Zeid Abderiyé</persName>
                                       </hi>, saw <time>the night following</time>, in a dream,
                                          <name type="divin">a celestial being clothed in
                                          green</name>: he immediately requested his advice, with
                                       the most zealous earnestness, respecting the object in
                                       dispute. I am come to inform you, replied the heavenly
                                       visitor, how to discharge this important duty of your
                                       religion. <rs type="script" subtype="holy">He then ascended
                                          to the roof of the house, and declared the <hi rend="italic">Ezann</hi> with a loud voice, and in the
                                          same words which have been ever since used to declare
                                             <time>the canonical periods</time>.</rs>
                                    </rs> When he awoke, <hi rend="italic">Abdullah</hi> ran to
                                    declare his vision to <persName ref="Mohammed">the
                                       prophet</persName>, who loaded him with blessings, and
                                    authorized that moment <hi rend="italic">
                                       <persName>Bilal Habeschy</persName>
                                    </hi>, another of his disciples, to discharge, on the top of his
                                    house, that august office, by the title of <hi rend="italic">Muzzinn</hi>. </p>
                                    <rs type="script" subtype="holy">These are the words of the
                                       Ezann: <hi rend="italic">
                                          <name type="divin">Most high God!</name> most high God!
                                          most high God! I acknowledge that there is no other except
                                          God; I acknowledge that there is no other except God! I
                                          acknowledge that</hi>
                                       <hi rend="italic">is the Prophet of God! come to prayer! come
                                          to prayer! come to the temple of salvation! <name type="divin">Great God</name>! great God! there is no
                                          God except<name type="divin">God</name>.</hi>
                                    <rs type="script" subtype="holy">This declaration must be the
                                       same for <time>each of the five canonical periods</time>,
                                       except that of <time>the morning</time>, when <persName>the
                                             <hi rend="italic">Muezzinn</hi>
                                       </persName> ought to add, after the words, <hi rend="italic">come to the temple of salvation</hi>, the following: <hi rend="italic">prayer is to be preferred to sleep, prayer
                                          is to be preferred to sleep</hi>. </rs>
                                    <rs type="script" subtype="holy">This addition was produced by
                                       the zeal and piety of <hi rend="italic">
                                          <persName>Bilal Habeschy</persName>
                                       </hi>: as he announced one day the <hi rend="italic">Ezann</hi> of the dawn <rs type="place">in the prophet's
                                          antichamber</rs>, <persName>Aische</persName> in a whisper
                                       informed him, that <rs type="person" ref="Mohammed">the
                                          celestial envoy</rs> was still asleep; this first of the
                                          <hi rend="italic">Muezzinns</hi> then added these words,
                                          <hi rend="italic">prayer is to be preferred to sleep</hi>:
                                       when he awoke the prophet applauded him, and commanded <hi rend="italic">Bilal</hi> to insert them in all the morning
                                          <hi rend="italic">Ezanns</hi>.</rs>
                                    <rs type="script" subtype="holy">The words must be chanted, but
                                       with deliberation and gravity, those particularly which
                                       constitute the profession of the faith. <persName>The <hi rend="italic">Muezzinn</hi>
                                       </persName> must pronounce them distinctly; he must pay more
                                       attention to the articulation of the words than to the melody
                                       of his voice; he must make proper intervals and pauses, and
                                       not precipitate his words, but let them be clearly understood
                                       by <orgName>the people</orgName>. He must be interrupted by
                                       no other object whatever. During the whole <hi rend="italic">Ezann</hi> he must stand, with a finger in each ear, and
                                       his face turned, as in prayer, towards the <hi rend="italic">Keabe</hi> of <hi rend="italic">
                                    </hi>. As he utters these
                                       words, come to prayer, come to <rs type="building" subtype="temple">the temple of salvation</rs>, he must
                                       turn his face to the right and left, because he is supposed
                                       to address <rs type="place" ref="the_world">all the nations
                                          of the world</rs>, <rs type="place" ref="Universe">the
                                          whole expanded universe</rs>. At this time <rs type="script" subtype="holy">
                                             auditors</orgName> must recite with a low voice the <hi rend="italic">Tehhlil</hi>
                                    </rs>. There is no strength,
                                       there is no power, but what is in <name type="divin">God</name>, in that <name type="divin">supreme
                                          Being</name>, in that <name type="divin">powerful
                            from the Minaret</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3907">"Proclaims <time>the midnight hour</time>,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3908">"Hast thou a heart to see <rs type="person" ref="Oneiza">her</rs>?"</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B8_lg471">
                     <l rend="i4" n="3909">In the
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_139">
                              <p> In <placeName ref="Meidan">the Meidan, or Great Place of the
                                       <placeName ref="Tauris">city of Tauris</placeName>
                                 </placeName>, there are people appointed <time>every evening when
                                    the sun sets</time>, and <time>every morning when he
                                    rises</time>, to make <time>during half an hour</time>
                                 <rs type="song">a terrible concert of trumpets and drums</rs>. They
                                 are placed on one side of the Square, in a gallery somewhat
                                 elevated; and the same practice is established in every city in
                                    <placeName>Persia</placeName> . <bibl>Tavernier.</bibl>
                        <placeName>Meidan</placeName> now</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3910">The clang of clarions and of drums</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3911">Accompanied <time>the Sun's descent</time>.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3912">
                        <rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">"Dost thou not pray? <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">my son</rs>!"</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3913">Said <persName>Moath</persName>, as he saw</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3914">The white flag waving on the neighbouring <rs type="building" subtype="temple">Mosque</rs>;</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3915">Then <persName>Thalaba</persName>'s eye grew wild,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3916">"Pray!" echoed he, "I must not pray!"</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3917">And the hollow groan he gave</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3918">Went to the <rs type="person" ref="Moath">Old Man</rs>'s
                     <l rend="i2" n="3919">
                        <rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">And bowing down his face to earth,</rs>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3920">
                        <rs type="religion" subtype="Islam">In fervent agony he called on<name type="divin">God</name>.</rs>
                  <lg xml:id="B8_lg472">
                     <l rend="i2" n="3921">
                        <time>A night of darkness and of storms!</time>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3922">Into <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">the
                           <note type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="N_140">
                                 <rs type="earthworks" subtype="grave">If we except a few persons,
                                    who are buried within the precincts of some sanctuary, the rest
                                    are carried out at a distance from their cities and villages,
                                    where a great extent of ground is allotted for that
                                 purpose</rs>. <orgName>Each family</orgName> hath a particular
                                 portion of it, <rs type="metaplace" subtype="garden" ref="Greek_Tombs">walled in like a garden</rs>, where the bones
                                 of <orgName>their ancestors</orgName> have remained undisturbed
                                    <time>for many generations</time>. For in these enclosures
                                    <note style="double" type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="NN_l"> These seem to be the same with the Περιϐολοι of the
                                       Antients. Thus <bibl>
                                          <author>Euripides</author>. <title>Troad</title>. l.
                                  the graves are all distinct and separate; having <rs type="building" subtype="monument">each of them <rs type="script" subtype="eng">a stone, placed upright, both at
                                       the head and feet, inscribed with the name of the person who
                                       lieth there interred</rs>; <rs type="earthworks" subtype="garden" ref="Greek_Tombs">whilst the intermediate
                                       space is either planted with flowers, bordered round with
                                       stone or paved all over with tiles</rs>.</rs>
                                 <rs type="building" subtype="monument">The graves of the
                                       <orgName>principal citizens</orgName> are further
                                    distinguished by some square chambers or Cupolas
                                       <note style="double" type="author" anchored="true" xml:id="NN_m"> Such places probably as these are to be
                                          understood, <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">when <name type="divin">the
                                                Demoniack</name> is said to have <hi rend="italic">his dwelling among the tombs</hi>
                                     that are built over them.</rs>
                                 <rs type="building" subtype="monument">Now as all these different
                                    sorts of <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">tombs
                                       and sepulchres</rs>, with the very walls likewise of the
                                    enclosures, are constantly kept clean, white-washed and
                                    beautified, they continue, to this day, to be an excellent
                                    comment upon that expression of <name type="divin">our
                                       Saviour</name>'s, where he mentions the <hi rend="italic">garnishing of the sepulchres</hi>, and again where he
                                    compares the <orgName>scribes, pharisees and
                                       hypocrites</orgName>, to <hi rend="italic">whited sepulchres,
                                       which indeed appear beautiful outward, but are within full of
                                       dead men's bones and all uncleanness</hi>. For the space of
                                    two or three months after any person is interred, <orgName>the
                                       female relations</orgName> go once a week to weep over the
                                    grave and perform their parentalia upon it.</rs>
                              <p> About a quarter of a mile from the town of
                                    <placeName>Mylasa</placeName>, is <rs type="building" subtype="monument">a <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">sepulchre</rs> of the species called by
                                       <orgName>the antients</orgName>, <hi rend="italic">Distœya</hi> or <hi rend="italic">Double-roofed</hi>. It
                                    consisted of two square rooms. In the lower, which has a door
                                    way, were deposited the urns with the ashes of the deceased. In
                                    the upper, <orgName>the relations and friends</orgName>
                                    solemnized <time>the anniversary of the funeral</time>, and
                                    performed <rs type="script" subtype="holy">stated rites</rs>. A
                                    hole made through the floor was designed for pouring libations
                                    of honey, milk, or wine, with which it was usual to gratify
                                       <orgName>the manes or spirits</orgName>.</rs>
                                 <bibl>Chandler's Travels in Asia Minor.</bibl>
                                 <lg xml:lang="grc">
                                    <l rend="i0"> Αλλ’ αντι ϰεδρȣ περιϐολων τελαινων </l>
                                    <l rend="i0"> Εν τηδε θαψαι παιδα. </l>
                         of <placeName ref="Tombs">the Tomb</placeName>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3925">
                        <persName>Thalaba</persName> led the <rs type="person" ref="Moath">Old
                     <l rend="i4" n="3926">To roof him from the rain.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3927">
                        <time>A night of storms!</time> the wind</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3928">Swept thro' the moonless sky</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3929">And moaned <rs type="building" subtype="monument">among
                              <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">the pillared
                     <l rend="i2" n="3930">And in the pauses of its sweep</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3931">They heard the heavy rain</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3932">Beat on the monument above.</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3933">In silence <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">on <persName>Oneiza</persName>'s grave</rs>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3934">The <rs type="person" ref="Moath">Father</rs> and the <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">Husband</rs> sate.</l>
                  <lg xml:id="B8_lg474">
                     <l rend="i2" n="3935">
                        <persName>The Cryer from the Minaret</persName>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3936">Proclaimed <time>the midnight hour</time>;</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3937">
                        <time>"Now! now!"</time> cried <persName>Thalaba</persName>,</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3938">
                        <rs type="metaplace" subtype="barrier" ref="Tombs">And o'er <rs type="building" subtype="monument">the chamber of the tomb</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3939">
                        <rs type="metaplace" subtype="barrier" ref="Tombs">There spread a lurid
                     <l rend="i0" n="3940"> Like the reflection of a sulphur fire, </l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3941">
                        <rs type="metaplace" subtype="barrier" ref="Tombs">And in that hideous
                     <l rend="i0" n="3942">
                        <persName>Oneiza</persName> stood before them, it was She,</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3943">Her very lineaments, and such as death</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3944">Had changed them, livid cheeks, and lips of blue.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3945">But in her eyes there dwelt</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3946">Brightness more terrible</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3947">Than all the loathsomeness of death.</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3948">"Still art thou living, <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">wretch</rs>?"</l>
                     <l rend="i0" n="3949">In hollow tones she cried to
                     <l rend="i2" n="3950">
                        <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">"And must I
                              <time>nightly</time> leave my grave</rs>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3951">
                        <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">"To tell thee, still in
                     <l rend="i4" n="3952">
                        <rs type="metaplace" subtype="under" ref="Tombs">"<name type="divin">God</name> has abandoned thee?"</rs>
                  <lg xml:id="B8_lg475">
                     <l rend="i2" n="3953">"This is not she!" the <rs type="person" ref="Moath">Old
                           Man</rs> exclaimed,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3954">"<name type="zomb">A Fiend</name>! a manifest Fiend!"</l>
                     <l rend="i2" n="3955">And to <rs type="person" ref="Thalaba">the youth</rs> he
                        held his lance,</l>
                     <l rend="i4" n="3956">"Strike and deliver thyself!"</l>