Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: AN ADDRESS TO MY MUSE. (Written in her fourteenth yesr.) Why, gentle Muse, wilt thou disdain To lend thy strains to me? Why do I supplicate in vain And bow my heart to thee ? Oh teach me how to touch the lyre, To tune the trembling chord; Teach me to fill each heart with fire, And melting strains afford. Sweep but thy hand across the string, The woodlands echo round, And mortals wond'ring, as you sing, Delighted catch each sound. Enehanted when thy voice I hear, I drop each earthly care; I feel as wafted from the world To Faney's realms of air. Then as I wander, plaintive sing, And teach me every strain; Teach me to touch the trembling string Which now I strike in vain. AMIR KHAN. (Written in her sixteenth year) PART I. Brightly o'e. spire, and dome, and tower. The pale moon shone at midnight hour, While all beneath her smile of light Was resting there in calm delight; Evening with robe of stars appears, Bright as repentant Peri's tears, And o'er her turban's fleecy fold Night's crescent stream'd with rays of gold, While every crystal cloud of Heaven Bowed as it passed the queen of even. Beneath ? calm Cashmere's lovely vale' Breathed perfumes to the sighing gale; The amaranth and tuberose, Convolvulus in deep repose, Bent to each breeze which swept their bed, Or scarcely kissed the dew, and fled The bulbul, with his lay of love: Sang, 'mid the stillness of the grove; The gulnare blushed a deeper hue, And trembling shed a shower of dew, Which perfumed ere it kiss'd the ground, Each zephyr's pinion hovering round. The lofty plane-tree's haughty hrow4 Glitter'd heneath the moon's pale glow; And wide the plantain's arms were spread, The guardian of its native hed. Where was Amreta at this hour? Say was she s...