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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.
Old Giaffir gazed upon his son

And started; for within his eye
He read how much his wrath had done ;
He saw rebellion there begun :

“ Come hither, boy-what, no reply?
“ I mark thee_and I know thee too;
“ But there be deeds thou dar'st not do:
“But if thy beard had manlier length,
“ And if thy hand had skill and strength,
“I'd joy to see thee break a lance,
“ Albeit against my own perchance."
As sneeringly these accents fell,
On Selim's eye he fiercely gazed :

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:

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“ I never loved him from his birth,
“And—but his arm is little worth,
“ And scarcely in the chase could cope
“ With timid fawn or antelope,
“ Far less would venture into strife
" Where man contends for fame and life-
“ I would not trust that look or tone:
“ Nonor the blood so near my own.
" That blood- he hath not heard - no more
" I'll watch him closer than before.
“ He is an Arab (5) to my sight,
“ Or Christian crouching in the fight-
" But hark!—I hear Zuleika's voice;

“ 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."

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VI.

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
To fix one spark of Beauty's heavenly ray ?
Who doth not feel, until his failing sight
Faints into dimness with its own delight,
His changing cheek, his sinking heart confess
The might the majesty of Loveliness ?
Such was Zuleika—such around her shone
The nameless charms unmark'd by her alone ;
The light of love, the purity of grace,
The mind, the Music breathing from her face, (6)
The heart whose softness harmonized the whole -
And, oh! that eye was in itself a Soul !

Her graceful arms in meekness bending

Across her gently-budding breast ;
At one kind word those arms extending

To clasp the neck of him who blest
His child caressing and carest,
Zuleika came-and Giaffir felt
His purpose half within him melt:
Not that against her fancied weal
His heart though stern could ever feel ;
Affection chain'd her to that heart;
Ambition tore the links apart.

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VII.

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“ Zuleika! child of gentleness!

“ How dear this very day must tell,
When I forget my own distress,
“ In losing what I love so well,
“ To bid thee with another dwell:
" Another! and a braver man

" Was never seen in battle's van.
“ We Moslem reck not much of blood;

“ 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."

VIII.

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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)
To witness many an active deed
With sabre keen, or blunt jereed.
The Kislar only and his Moors
Watch well the Haram's massy doors.

IX.

His head was leant upon his hand,

His eye look'd o'er the dark blue water
That swiftly glides and gently swells
Between the winding Dardanelles ;
But yet he saw nor sea nor strand,
Nor even his Pacha's turban'd band

Mix in the game of mimic slaughter,
Careering cleave the folded felt (13)
With sabre stroke right sharply dealt;
Nor mark'd the javelin-darting crowd,
Nor heard their Ollahs (14) wild and loud

He thought but of old Giaffir's daughter !

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