Oriental Herald and Journal of General Literature (Volume 9) (Paperback)

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: company it; and let your sovereign power restore to me the light of my soul, the object of my early love, the woman that has forgotten affliction and sorrow in my arms! I have no eye for new beauty. My soul is in the harem of Damascus ! " "By Allah! "exclaimed the Caliph, " thou hast spoken well! Here, Giafar, I forgive thee: invest this man with the government of Damascus and Bosra; and let him punish Mecrami and his son as they deserve." These words were no sooner uttered than obeyed. Abdalrahman departed for Damascus, recovered his Fatima, and, for love of her, pardoned her father and brother; who, admiring his generosity, afterwards contributed by their penitence to increase his felicity. THE BEAU IDEAL. Teli. me why the anxious mind Paints the future still so fair ? Why the forms it burns to find, Found, no longer lovely are! Things to come, on Fancy's lap Wrapped in seraph-slumbers lie, And all between a gilded map Cheers and cheats the pondering eye. From the leafy bowers of youth, Bowers where breathes the scented spring, Manhood's pursuits seem, in sooth, To lead near every lovely thing. Hope, her rainbow o'er the scene, Bends, and sheds deluding light; And Love oft waves his torch between The shifting snows, to charm our sight. Well! we wend through manhood's ways, Try its pleasures, feel its fire, Flitting Hope still mocks our gaze, Still the trooping Joys retire. Now the path of age is seen Bending down the slope of eve, But the landscape still looks green, Still Hope's dancing lights deceive. Last, thick clouds of darkness spread Where the fatal pathway tends, Thither sad and slow we tread, Siuk?and thus our dreaming ends. Bios. SOME REMARKS ON THE STATE OF SOCIETY IN INDIA. To the E...