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Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit,
BRIDE OF ABYDOS.
the land where the cypress and myrtle
the land of the cedar and vine,
Oh! wild as the accents of lovers' farewell
Begirt with many a gallant slave,
Deep thought was in his aged eye;
Not oft betrays to standers by
6 Let the chamber be clear'd.”-The train disappearid
“ Now call me the chief of the Haram guard." With Giaffir is none but his only son,
And the Nubian awaiting the sire's award.
“ Pacha! to hear is to obey."
First lowly rendering reverence meet ;
Still standing at the Pacha's feet :
“ Father! for fear that thou should'st chide
My sister, or her sable guide, “Know—for the fault, if fault there be, “ Was mine, then fall thy frowns on me “ So lovelily the morning shone,
“ That let the old and weary sleep “ I could not; and to view alone
“ The fairest scenes of land and deep, “ With none to listen and reply “ To thoughts with which my heart beat high 66 Were irksome_for whate'er my mood, " In sooth I love not solitude ;
I on Zuleika's slumber broke,
Before the guardian slaves awoke “ We to the cypress groves had flown, “And made earth, main, and heaven our own! " There linger'd we, beguiled too long “ With Mejnoun's tale, or Sadi's song; (3) “ Till I, who heard the deep tambour (4) “ Beat thy Divan's approaching hour,
“ To thee, and to my duty true,
IV. “ Son of a slave”- the Pacha said“ From unbelieving mother bred, “ Vain were a father's hope to see “ Aught that beseems a man in thee,
Thou, when thine arm should bend the bow, “ And hurl the dart, and curb the steed,
“ Thou, Greek in soul if not in creed, “ Must pore where babbling waters flow, “ And watch unfolding roses blow, “ Would that yon orb, whose matin glow “ Thy listless eyes so much admire, “ Would lend thee something of his fire ! “ Thou, who would'st see this battlement “ By Christian cannon piecemeal rent; “ Nay, tamely view old Stambol's wall “ Before the dogs of Moscow fall, “ Nor strike one stroke for life and deata “ Against the curs of Nazareth! 6 Go-let thy less than woman's hand “ Assume the distaff_not the brand. “ But, Haroun!--to my daughter speed : " An hark of thine own head take heed“ If thus Zuleika oft takes wing“ Thou see'st yon bow-it hath a string!"