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v. No sound from Selim's lip was heard,
At least that met old Giaffir's ear, But every
frown and every word Pierced keener than a Christian's sword.
“Son of a slave !--reproach'd with fear !
“ Those gibes had cost another dear. " Son of a slave!—and who my sire ?"
Thus held his thoughts their dark career ; And glances ev'n of more than ire
Flash forth, then faintly disappear.
And started; for within his eye
“ Come hither, boy-what, no reply?
That eye return'd him glance for glance, And proudly to his sire's was raised,
Till Giaffir's quail'd and shrunk askanceAnd why he felt, but durst-not tell. “Much I misdoubt this wayward boy “Will one day work me more annoy:
“ I never loved him from his birth,
“ Like Houris' hynın it meets mine ear : “ She is the offspring of my choice;
“Oh! more than ev'n her mother dear, “ With all to hope, and nought to fear
My Peri! ever welcome here ! “ Sweet, as the desert fountain's wave “ To lips just cool'd in time to save
“ Such to my longing sight art thou ; “ Nor can they waft to Mecca's shrine “ More thanks for life, than I for thinc,
“Who blest thy birth, and bless thee now."
Fair, as the first that fell of womankind,
When on that dread yet lovely serpent smiling, Whose image then was stamp'd upon her mind
But once beguiled—and ever more beguiling ; Dazzling, as that, oh! too transcendent vision
To Sorrow's phantom-peopled slumber given,
When heart meets heart again in dreams Elysian,
And paints the lost on Earth revived in Heaven ; Soft, as the memory of buried love; Pure, as the prayer which Childhood wafts above; Was she the daughter of that rude old Chief, Who met the maid with tears—but not of grief.
Who hath not proved how feebly words essay
Her graceful arms in meekness bending
Across her gently-budding breast ;
To clasp the neck of him who blest
“ Zuleika! child of gentleness!
“ How dear this very day must tell,
" Was never seen in battle's van.
“ But yet the line of Carasman (7) Unchanged, unchangeable hath stood " First of the bold Timariot bands “ That won and well can keep their lands. “ Enough that he who comes to woo “ Is kinsman of the Bey Oglou: “ His years need scarce a thought employ; " I would not have thee wed a boy. " And thou shalt have a noble dower: “ And his and my united power • Will laugh to scorn the death-firman, " Which others tremble but to scan, “ And teach the messenger (8) what fate
The bearer of such boon may wait. “ And now thou know'st thy father's will;
“ All that thy sex hath need to know: " 'Twas mine to teach obedience still
“ The way to love, thy lord may show."
In silence bow'd the virgin's head;
And if her eye was fillid with tears That stifled feeling dare not shed,
And changed her cheek from pale to red,
And red to pale, as through her ears Those winged words like arrows sped,
What could such be but maiden fears? So bright the tear in Beauty's eye, Love half regrets to kiss it dry; So sweet the blush of Bashfulness, Even Pity scarce can wish it less ! Whate'er it was the sire forgot; Or if remember'd, mark'd it not; Thrice clapp'd his hands, and call'd his steed, (9)
Resign'd his gem-adorn’d Chibouque, (10) And mounting featly for the mead,
With Maugrabee (11) and Mamaluke,
His way amid his Delis took, (12)
His head was leant upon his hand,
His eye look'd o'er the dark blue water
Mix in the game of mimic slaughter,
He thought but of old Giaffir's daughter !