New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1854-11-14

That makes the blood nch-pheasants stuffed with
spice;
Young lambs, whose entras were Of clove. and rice
Ducks bursting with pistachio nuts and fish
That In O bed Of parsley swan. Each dish,
Cooked with such art, seemed better than the last
And our indulgence In the rich repast
Brought on the dsrkness ere We missed the day:
But lamps were lighted in the fountains spray,
Or, pendent from the boughs, their cOlors told
What fruits unseen, OF crimson or Of gold,
Scented the gloom Then took the generous host
basket filed with roses. Every guest
Cried Give me roses" ana be thus addressed
His words to ALL Z" He who exslts them most
In song, he only shall the roses wear"
Then sang guest The roses cheeks are fair
1t crowns the purple bowl and no one knows
If the rose colors it, or il the rose
And sang another: " Crimson Is its hue,
And on IFS breast the mornings crystal dew
II changed 10 rubes." Then a third replied:
I" II bushes in the suns eDanoured sight,
AZ young virgin on her wedding night
When from her face the bridegroom lifts the veal
When all lad sung their song., l. liaSsa1, tried
"The Rose ! sang sis either red pale,
Like m sidens whom the fame of passion burns,
And Love or Jealousy CONTROLS by turns
Its buds are lips preparing fer kiss;
Its open flowers are Ike the blush Of bliss
On lovers cheeks; the thorns its armor are,
And in lis center shiDes golden star,
As on favorite's cheek sequin gows-
And thus the gardens favorite is the Rose"
But the fatal enticement came after the wine,
in the form of the most dangerous Of women:
emusic" they shouted ecboing my demand,
And answered with beckon of his hand
The gracious host whereat a maiden, fair
As the last star that leaves the morning air,
Came down the leafy paths. Her veil revealed
The beauty Of Der face, which, half concealed
Behind It's thin blue folds showed like the moon
Behind cloud that will fOTsske it soon.
Her hair was braided darkness, but the glance
OF lightning eyes shot from her countenance,
And showed a Nc ok that like al ivory tower
Rose o. CT the tw in eomes of her marble breast.
Were all the beauty Of thus age compressed
Into one form, che would transcend its power.
Her step was lighter than the young gazelle's,
And az She walked, her aI.lets golden bells
TiDkled with pleasure, but were quickly mute
With Jealousy as from ease she drew
With snowy hands the pieces of her Lutte
And took her seat before me- AS Il grew
To perfect shape, her lovely arms she bent
Around the neck of the sweet instrument
Till from her soft caresses it swoke
To consciousness, and thus its rapture spoke.
We omit the song and its consequences, and sc
lect instead the more edify ing lines with which
the poem concludes:
"The tale, o Poet which thy lips have told
said "is words of rubies set in gold
Precious the wisdom which from evil draws
Strength TO fulfil the good Of Allahs laws.
But lift thy head o Hessan! Thine own words
Shall bee. console ;hee, for my tongue affords
No phrase but ihankr for what thou hast bestowed
And yet fain would have flee shake the load
That by this fall thou hast increased thy will
To do the work which makes thee truly best"
Hassan Ben Khaled wept, and snote his breast:
" Hold hold. o Man he cried: "why make me feel
deeper sbamei Must TO thee reveal
That 5 Il is as the leprous faint no art
Can cleanse the blood Gomi In my secret heart
l do believe hold at dearer cost
The vanished Pleasure, than the Virtue lost"
So saying, he arose and went his way;
And Allah grant he go DO more astray.
The succeeding poems, 1.-The Arab Warrior,
"Arsb Prayer" "El Khall," "Amrans Woo
ing," The Garden of Irene" 1.-The Birth Of
the Horse" the "Bedouin Song" are perfumed
with the aromatic breath Of the Orient. We
must make room for the last named imprisoned
burst Of Arabian love:
BEDOUIN SONG
FROM the Desert come TO thee
90 a stallion shod with fire.
And the winds are left behind
In the speed OF my desire.
Under thy window stand
And the midnight hears my cry:
love thee, love but thee,
With love that shall not die
Til the grows cold,
And the stars are Old
Aud the leaves OF the judgment
Book unfold
Look from thy window and see
Nv passion and my pain
lie on the sands below,
Aud l faint in thy disdain.
LIT tie night-winds touch thy brow
With the heat OF my burning sigh,
And melt thee 10 he n the vow
OF "a love that shall not die
Til the sun grows cold,
Aud the stars are old,
Aud the leaves of the Judgment
Book unfold!
My steps are nightly driven.
BY the fever in my breast,
10 hear from thy lattice breathcd
The word that shall give me rest.
Open the deOr of thy LeaTt,
And open thy chamber door,
Ard my kisses shall teach thy lips
The love that shali fade no more
Til the sun grows cold,
And the stars are old,
And the leaves Of the judgment
Book unfold!
The second part of TIE volume is devoted to
poems of more reflective character, distin-
guished alike for their truthfulness OF feeling
and beauty of expression. We rarely find
more genuine utterance of deep emotion than
the following exquisitely pathetic verses;
TIE PHANTOM.
Again sit within the manIioD,
In the cid, familiar seat;
And shade and sunshine chase each other
Or d. carpet at my feet.
But the sweet-brier's arms have wrestl0t upwards
In the summers that are past,
And the willow trails it's branches lo wer
Than when saw them last.
They strive 10 shut the sunshine wholly
From out the haunted ROOM
To fill the house, that once was joyful.
With silence and with gloom
And many kind remembe' ed faces
Within the doorway COME
Voices, that AXE the swee.cr music
OF one tina. now is dumb.