Light breezes will ruffle the flowers sometimes— At once took a darker, a heavenlier dye, From the depth of whose shadow, like holy revealings Yet playful as Peris just loosed from their cages. DONNA JULIA. FROM "DON JUAN," BY LORD BYRON. HE darkness of her Oriental eye ΤΗ Accorded with her Moorish origin; Her eye (I'm very fond of handsome eyes) Was large and dark, suppressing half its fire Until she spoke, then through its soft disguise Flashed an expression more of pride than ire, A something in them which was not desire, Her glossy hair was clustered o'er a brow Bright with intelligence, and fair, and smooth; As if her veins ran lightning; she, in sooth, H ER eye's dark charm 'twere vain to tell, But gaze on that of the gazelle, It will assist the fancy well: As large, as languishingly dark, But soul beamed forth in every spark That darted from beneath the lid, Yea, soul, and should our Prophet say That form was naught but breathing clay, * The celebrated fabulous ruby of Sultan Giamschid, the embellisher of Istakhar; from its splendor, named Schebgerag, "The Torch of Night"; also "The Cup of the Sun," etc. By Allah! I would answer nay; Though on Al-Sirat's arch I stood,* Which totters o'er the fiery flood, That through her eye the Immortal shone ; The young pomegranate's blossoms strew As rears her crest the ruffled swan, And spurns the wave with wings of pride, When pass the steps of stranger man Along the banks that bound her tide; Thus rose fair Leila's whiter neck * Al-Sirat, the bridge of breadth less than the thread of a famished spider, over which the Mussulmans must skate into Paradise, to which it is the only entrance. Thus armed with beauty would she check Shrunk from the charms it meant to praise. ZULEIKA. FROM THE BRIDE OF ABYDOS," BY LORD BYRON. AIR, as the first that fell of womankind, FAIR When on that dread yet lovely serpent smiling, Whose image then was stamped upon her mindBut once beguiled-and evermore beguiling; Dazzling, as that, oh! too transcendent vision To sorrow's phantom-peopled slumber given, When heart meets heart again in dreams Elysian, And paints the lost on earth revived in heaven; Soft, as the memory of buried love; Pure, as the prayer which childhood wafts above; Was she-the daughter of that rude old chief, Who met the maid with tears-but not of grief. Who hath not proved how feebly words essay The might-the majesty of loveliness? Such was Zuleika-such around her shone The nameless charms unmarked by her alone; The light of love, the purity of grace, The heart whose softness harmonized the whole- H HAIDÉE. FROM "DON JUAN," BY LORD BYRON. ER brow was overhung with coins of gold, That sparkled o'er the auburn of her hair, Her clustering hair, whose longer locks were rolled In braids behind; and though her stature were Even of the highest for a female mold, They nearly reached her heel; and in her air There was a something which bespoke command, As one who was a lady in the land. Her hair, I said, was auburn; but her eyes Were black as death, their lashes the same hue, Of downcast length, in whose silk shadow lies Deepest attraction; for when to the view Forth from its raven fringe the full glance flies, Ne'er with such force the swiftest arrow flew ; 'Tis as the snake late coiled, who pours his length, And hurls at once his venom and his strength. Her brow was white and low, her cheek's pure dye Short upper lip-sweet lips! that make us sigh Fit for the model of a statuary, (A race of mere impostors, when all's doneI've seen much finer women, ripe and real, Than all the nonsense of their stone ideal.) And such was she, the lady of the cave: Her dress was very different from the Spanish, Simpler, and yet of colors not so grave; |