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DIRGE OF TIPPOO SULTAUN. *
From the Canăra.
By the late Dr John Leyden.
How quickly fled our Sultaun's state!
How soon his pomp has pass'd away!
From wealth and power to dire decay !
How stately march'd his dread array !
His favouring smile, they pass'd away!
His peopled kingdoms stretching wide,
A hundred subject leagues could fill;
A hundred droogst from hill to hill.
His Franks, impatient for the fray,
All in a moment pass'd away!
His mountain forts of living stone
Were hewn froni every massy rock,
And loud the vollied thunder spoke.
Their martial pride hath pass'd away!
Girt by the Cavery's holy stream,
By circling walls in triple row,
The dreary moat outspread below;
Copied from the original, by a gentleman lately returned from India. 7 Seringapatam.
Hill Forts. § Frenchmen.
High o'er the portals jarring hoarse
Stern ramparts rose in dread array ; Towers that seem'd proof to martial force ;
All in a moment pass'd away! His elephants of hideous cry,
His steeds that paw'd the battle ground, -His golden stores that wont to lie
Through years of peace in cells profound, Himself a chief of prowess high,
Unmatch'd in battle's stormy day ; Lo, in the twinkling of an eye,
Our dauntless hero pass'd away!
His countless gems, a glittering host,
Arranged in ninefold order smiled ;
In splendid palaces were piled.
Of fretted pride, of polish high, Of costly work, which ne'er before
Were heard with ear or seen with eye.
A hundred granaries huge inclosed
Full eighteen sorts of foodful grain ; Dark in his arsenals reposed
Battle's terrific flame-mouth'd train, How paltry proud Durgoden's * state
To his in fortune's prosperous day! In wealth, in martial pomp elate,
All in a moment pass'd away!
Before our prince of deathless fame
The silver trumpets shrilling sound, Applauding heralds loud acclaim,
And deep-toned nobuts + shook the ground. His was the wealth by Rajahs won,
Beneath their high imperial sway, While eight successive ages run,
But all, alas ! has pass'd away!
How swift the ruthless spoiler came !
How quick he ravaged none can say, Save HE whose dreadful eye of flame
Shall blast him on the judgment day. The noontide came with baleful light,
The Sultaun's corpse in silence lay;
* One of the ancient Mahratta heroes.
+ A sort of large drums.
His kingdom, like a dream of night,
In silence vanish'd quite away!
But say, to fence the falling state,
Who foremost trod the ranks of fame?
And stern Sher-Khan of deathless name.
With him what chieftain could compare e?
As flowery bow'd Meimmodeen fair.
Soobria, Mutte, Bubber-Jung,
Still foremost in the crush of fight,
for dauntless might;
Syed Sahib next, himself a host ;
Could ne'er such mighty prowess boast.
Intrepid in the martial fray,
How could our Sultaun's power decay!
Of nitrous sulphur sped the ball,
And bade our gallant Sultaun fall!
Yet, ranged in ranks around the throne,
His brave Moguls would proudly say,
Thine, thine were universal sway.
They feasted round in many a row;
Amid them laid the Sultaun low !
Where, then, was Allah's far-famed power,
The boasted inspiration's might?
Was fled thy Khoran's sacred light ?
An officer who, in the most gallant manner, defended the breach at Seringapa+ Tippoo's minister, (afterwards minister of the present Rajah) who settled the country on the British obtaining possession of it.
Vain was each pray'r and high behest
When Rungah * doom'd the fatal day! How small a bullet pierced thy breast !
How soon thy kingdom pass'd away! Amid his queens of royal race,
Of princely form, the monarch trod; Amid his sons of martial grace
The warrior moved an earthly god. Girt with proud chiefs of prowess high,
How proud was his imperial sway! Soon as the god of Colusaye
Withdrew his smile, it pass’d away. Coorg, + Cuddapah, † and Concan-land, t
These princely lords of old renown, To thee outspread the unweapon'd hand,
And crouch'd at thine imperial frown; Proud mountain chiefs, the lofty crest
They bent beneath thy scepter'd sway. How dire the blow that pierced thy breast !
How soon thy kingdom pass'd away!