PLAINTS, CONSOLATIONS, AND DELIGHTS | |
OF | |
ACHMED ARDEBEILI | |
CONTENTS. | |
PAGE | |
TITLE PAGE | |
SUBSCRIBERS | |
ERRATA | |
INTRODUCTION | i |
YESTERDAY. | |
Say, ye studious grave and old, | 1 |
THE VOLUPTUARY. | |
The toils, the dangers now of war are o’er, | 3 |
NIGHTINGALE AND ROSE. | |
The plaintive minstrel of the midnight grove, | 6 |
BLISSFUL MOMENTS. | |
Care enough, enough of sorrow | 8 |
TO SELIMA. | |
Fair blooms the rose, but more than doubly fair | 10 |
TO SELIMA. | |
Lo! spring, all sportively with verdure crown’d, | 12 |
THE ORPHAN BOY. | |
Whence art thou whose warblings wild, | 13 |
TO SELIMA. | |
Thou, Selima, hast seen the tender fawn | 16 |
TO SELIMA. | |
When the fair rose, amidst her flowery train | 17 |
THE OLD SOLDIER. | |
Rest awhile, disabled Soldier | 19 |
TO SELIMA. | |
Unrivall’d maid! whose heart-alluring eyes | 23 |
TO THE POPPY. | |
Let the bards of Yemen praise | 25 |
INSTABILITY OF FAVOR. | |
Let not the man, sustained by royal smile, | 28 |
THE PLAINT OF MORAD. | |
Vain was the youthful hope that fir’d my soul | 30 |
TO SELIMA. | |
Ten thousand tulips bloom in Mavra’s vale, | 33 |
ACHMED’s DREAM. | |
When violence deforms a Sultan’s sway, | 35 |
ACHMED’s RESOLVE. | |
Shall I, because a tyrant’s will | 40 |
‘FORGIVE, AND TIME SHALL TEACH THEE TO FORGET.’ | |
Say, will commiseration meet the man | 42 |
TO THE TYRANT BAYSANGOR. | |
Perish the name of Rostam from the earth, | 47 |
DANGERS. | |
The interminable desert spreads around, | 49 |
CONSOLATION. | |
Though midnight shades involve the world in gloom, | 51 |
TO SELIMA. | |
The blast of death howls o’er the Caspian wave, | 52 |
TO SELIMA. | |
Far from my Selima, my soul’s delight, | 54 |
BLESSINGS. | |
When will my wand’rings end, O gracious heaven! | 56 |
EMANCIPATION. | |
Cease, Achmed! cease, to goad thy harass’d mind! | 58 |
TO SELIMA. | |
Though exil’d, solitary, and forlorn, | 61 |
THE RETROSPECT. | |
’Twas Achmed’s prayer, ere fate should seal his doom, | 64 |
THE RESTING PLACE. | |
Dead lay the vanquish’d lion at my feet, | 68 |
THE VOW. | |
Amid your solitudes, ye forests wild, | 70 |
“COMPARE—’TWILL LESSEN GRIEF.” | |
Whence heaves my bosom with that swelling sigh? | 72 |
FRAGMENT. | |
O wherefore was I born? or on the day | 73 |
SOCIAL LOVE. | |
Man, as he came from his Creator’s hand, | 76 |
SERENITY. | |
The gliding brook’s soft murmurs lull to rest, | 80 |
TO THE POPPY. | |
Mid the vast regions of etherial space. | 81 |
SELF DEFENCE. | |
With man I war not.—If he war on me, | 83 |
MID-DAY. | |
The fervid blaze of noon now scorches wide, | 84 |
THE BEDAVI. | |
Far o’er the plains the wand’ring shepherd strays, | 85 |
THE VINDICATION. | |
Suppose one moment, Achmed, thy retreat | 89 |
INSCRIPTION ON ACHMED’s SCYMETAR. | |
Keen as the blasts from Bulak’s desert blow, | 92 |
OMNIPRESENCE. | |
Why was this Spirit, ardent still to rise | 93 |
TO THE JASMINE. | |
Let the wild olive rise with towering pride, | 95 |
THE INVITATION. | |
Why, hapless man, consume thy lingering life, | 98 |
THE TURTLE DOVES. | |
Here, Achmed, let thy wearied frame once more, | 100 |
TO SELIMA. | |
Where are you flown, ye hours of gay delight? | 105 |
TO THE TYRANT SON OF ABBAS. | |
Flattery was ne’er my tribute to the great. | 107 |
TO THE LUXURIOUS. | |
Ye, who beneath rich canopies of state | 110 |
FREEDOM. | |
Fill, fill, the cup with generous wine, | 112 |
TO ENVY. | |
Distraction, monster! seize thy every thought! | 114 |
MORNING. | |
To western climes, as speed the goblin crew, | 117 |
TRANSITION. | |
How blest the day, when bursting from the chains | 120 |
BENEFICENCE. | |
If possess’d of golden treasure, | 122 |
TO THE SNAKE. | |
Let the false world with dark reproach compare | 125 |
TO NATURE. | |
Who can behold thy wildly-varied forms | 127 |
MIDNIGHT REFLECTIONS. | |
The savage-haunted forest spreads around, | 129 |
TO THE CAMEL. | |
Emblem of persevering patient toil, | 133 |
THE ECLIPSE. | |
Without a shade where beams the orient light, | 135 |
EXPANSION. | |
Shall we not trace the various charms that please, | 136 |
TO AZRAEL, THE ANGEL OF DEATH. | |
What’s life? what’s death? fate’s sun-shine, or its gloom? | 139 |
VIRTUE INSEPARABLE FROM NATURE. | |
Let Luxury her sancied wants deplore, | 141 |
TO DISEASE. | |
Unwelcome harbinger of languid woe, | 144 |
THE TEMPEST. | |
Wild tumult bursting from the depths of hell, | 146 |
TO AMBITION. | |
What are the dazzling objects of thine aim? | 148 |
THE TOMB OF FORTUNE. | |
Through all the mazes of delusive art, | 152 |
SOLITUDE. | |
The azure face of heaven no cloud enveils, | 154 |
THE DERVISH. | |
Without assistance of the reasoning power, | 157 |
TO THE NIGHTINGALE. | |
While light-wing’d Zephyrs waft each tender note, | 161 |
DEPENDANCE ON THE SUPREME BEING. | |
Nature degenerates not; why then should man? | 164 |
TO THE SUN FLOWER. | |
Where is the man who thus can nobly say, | 166 |
WAR. | |
O sacred fire! O ever active flame! | 168 |
TO PEACE. | |
The trumpet and the tebble’s sound, no more | 170 |
VIRTUE AND RESIGNATION. | |
The few who bravely and sublimely dare | 172 |
“NATURE ALONE CAN LEAD TO TRUE DELIGHT.” | |
To notes of joy my lute was lightly strung, | 175 |
ADVERSITY. | |
Why do thine hours, thy days, thy years, O time | 178 |
TO THE EVENING STAR. | |
Hail! beauteous planet! whose unrivall’d ray | 181 |
TO THE LAMP. | |
Sweet solace of the dark and dreary hour, | 183 |
THE PURSUITS OF MAN. | |
Poor human life! perplex’d and painful span, | 186 |
THE LOVE OF NATURE. | |
Now the grey dawn along the Eastern sky | 188 |
ASTEKHER. | |
With moss hung shaggy stands the shatter’d pine, | 192 |
THE FLOATING SUN BEAMS. | |
The tranquil water’s glassy surface glows | 196 |
TO THE KIDS. | |
Ye wanton kids that brouze beside my bowers. | 198 |
THE ADVANCES OF AGE. | |
The wither’d leaves that float adown the stream, | 201 |
TO HOPE. | |
Hope! thou false inmate of the human breast, | 204 |
THE BATTLE. | |
What mean those deep’ning shouts that rend the sky? | 206 |
THE ALARM. | |
From whence? what art thou? ghastly spectre, say? | 208 |
TO THE STRANGER. | |
Is then this tranquil life so irksome grown, | 213 |
THE ALLEGORY. | |
In long and painful silence, have my thoughts | 221 |