THE MOORISH PRINCE. FROM THE GERMAN OF FERDINAND FREILIGRATH. BY C. T. BROOKS. His lengthening host through the palm-vale wound; Like a sea of termites, that black, wild swarm "Lo! glittering pearls I've brought thee there, And the corals, all snake-like, in Persia's green sea, "See plumes of the ostrich, thy beauty to grace! And forth from his snowy and shimmering tent The princely Moor in his armor went. So looks the dark moon, when, eclipsed, through the gate Of the silver-edged clouds she rides forth in her state. A welcoming shout his proud host flings; And "welcome!" the stamping steed's hoof rings; "Now lead us to victory, lead us to fight!" They battled from morning far into the night; How scatter the lions! The serpents fly So rings in the palm-vale the desperate fight; And the shafts of the tent-poles with flowers she twines. With pearls, that Persia's green flood bare, Feathers are floating her brow to deck, She sits by the door of her lover's tent, she heeds it not. The garlands wither, she heeds The sun goes down in the fading skies, The lion, he stirs him and roars for prey, And flower-leaves shut, and eyelids close. Her anxious heart beats fast and high: When a bleeding, fugitive Moor, draws nigh:- "They sell him to white men, - he's carried "O spare! The maiden falls headlong; she clutches her hair; PART II. "Tis fair-day; how sweeps the tempestuous throng Come on! come on! - how swells the roar ! And there, by the tilting-ground's curtained door, On the drum is hanging a lion-skin proud. He sees not the knights and their graceful swing, He thinks of the far, far-distant Niger, And how he once chased there the lion and tiger; And how he once brandished his sword in the fight, And came not back to his couch at night. And he thinks of her, who, in other hours, Decked her hair with his pearls and plucked him her flowers; His eye grew moist, with a scornful stroke He smote the drum-head, it rattled and broke. THE VISIT. ASKEST, 'How long thou shalt stay?' Know, each substance and relation In all Nature's operation Hath its unit, bound, and metre, And every new compound Is some product and repeater, Some frugal product of the early found. But the unit of the visit, The encounter of the wise, Say, what other metre is it Than the meeting of the eyes? Nature poureth into nature Through the channels of that feature. And, though thy rede be church or state, Frugal multiples of that. Speeding Saturn cannot halt, ETHNICAL SCRIPTURES. CHALDEAN ORACLES. WE owe to that eminent benefactor of scholars and philosophers, the late Thomas Taylor, who, we hope, will not long want a biographer, the collection of the "Oracles of Zoroaster and the Theurgists," from which we extract all the sentences ascribed to Zoroaster, and a part of the remainder. We prefix a portion of Mr. Taylor's preface: "These remains of Chaldæan theology are not only venerable for their antiquity, but inestimably valuable for the unequalled sublimity of the doctrines they contain. They will doubtless, too, be held in the highest estimation by every liberal mind, when it is considered that some of them are the sources whence the sublime conceptions of Plato flowed, and that others are perfectly conformable to his most abstruse dogmas. "I add, for the sake of those readers that are unacquainted with the scientific theology of the ancients, that as the highest principle of things is a nature truly ineffable and unknown, it is impossible that this visible world could have been produced by him without mediums; and this not through any impotency, but, on the contrary, through transcendency of power. For if he had produced all things without the agency of intermediate beings, all things must have been, like himself, ineffable and unknown. It is necessary, therefore, that there should be certain mighty powers between the supreme principle of things and us: for we, in reality, are nothing more than the dregs of the universe. These mighty powers, from their surpassing similitude to the first god, were very properly called by the ancients, gods; and were considered by them as perpetually subsisting in the most admirable and profound union with each other, and the first cause; yet so as amidst this union to preserve their own energy distinct from that of the highest god. For it would be absurd in the extreme, to allow that man has a peculiar energy of his own, and to deny that this is the case with the most exalted beings. Hence, as Proclus beautifully observes, the gods may be 67 VOL. IV. NO. IV. |