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BRIDE OF ABYDOS.
Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle
Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime, Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime ?
the land of the cedar and vine, - Where the flowers ever blossom, the beams ever shine; Where the light wings of Zephyr, oppress’d with perfume, Wax faint o'er the gardens of Gúl (1) in her bloom; Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, And the voice of the nightingale never is mute ; Where the tints of the earth, and the hues of the sky, In colour though varied, in beauty may vie, And the purple of Ocean is deepest in die ; Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine, And all, save the spirit of man, is divine ? "Tis the clime of the East; 'tis the land of the SunCan he smile on such deeds as his children have done ? (2)
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
" Let the chamber be clear'd.”—The train disappear'd
“ 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.
6 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
“ 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
Were irksome_for whate'er my mood, " In sooth I love not solitude ; I on Zuleika's slumber broke,
And, as thou knowest that for me “ Soon turns the Haram's grating key, “ 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,
Nay, father, rage not-nor forget
Іy. Son of a slave”-the Pacha said “ From unbelieving mother bred, 6 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! 6. 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 deato “ Against the curs of Nazareth! “ Go-let thy less than woman's hand " Assume the distaff_not the brand. “ But, Haroun!--to my daughter speed :
And hark of thine own head take heed " If thus Zuleika oft takes wing “ Thou see'st yon þow-it hath a string !"