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Sad havoc Time must with my memory Not thankless, – for within the crowded make

sum Ere that or thou can fade these eyes before; Of struggles, happiness at times would Though, like all things which I have

steal; loved, they are

And for the present, I would not benumb Resign'd for ever, or divided far.

My feelings farther. – Nor shall I conceal

That with all this I still can look aronnd, The world is all before me; I but ask | And worship Nature with a thought proOf Nature that with which she will com


120 ply It is but in her summer's sun to bask, For thee, my own sweet sister, in thy To mingle with the quiet of her sky,

heart To see her gentle face without a mask, I know myself secure, as thou in mine; And never gaze on it with apathy.

We were and are-I am, even as thou artShe was my early friend, and now shall be Beings who ne'er each other can resign; My sister - till I look again ou thee.

It is the same, together or apart,

From life's commencement to its slow I can reduce all feelings but this one,

decline And that I would not;- for at length I see We are entwined — let death come slow Such scenes as those wherein my life be

or fast, gun,

The tie which bound the first endures the last! The earliest-even the only paths for me: Had I but sooner learnt the crowd to shun, I had been better than I now can be;

"SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY' The passions which have torn me would

(Publ. 1814) bave slept; I had not suffer'd, and thou hadst not wept.

She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies; With false Ambition what had I to do?

And all that's best of dark and bright Little with Love, and least of all with

Meet in her aspect and her eyes:

Thus mellow'd to that tender light
And yet they came unsought, and with

Which heaven to gaudy day denies. me grew, And made me all which they can make

One shade the more, one ray the less,

Had half impair'd the nameless grace - a name.

100 Yet this was not the end I did pursue;

Which waves in every raven tress, Surely I once beheld a nobler aim.

Or softly lightens o'er her face;

10 But all is over - I am one the more

Where thoughts serenely sweet express To baffled millions which have gone before.

How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And for the future, this world's future

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, may

So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, From me demand but little of my care;

The smiles that win, the tints that glow, I bave outlived myself by many a day;

But tell of days in goodness spent, Having survived so many things that

A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent! were; My years have been no slumber, but the prey

Of ceaseless vigils; for I had the share

Of life which might have fill'd a century,
Before its fourth in time had pass'd me by. Oh! snatch'd away in beauty's bloom,

On thee shall press no ponderous tomb; And for the remnant which may be to But on thy turf shall roses rear come,

Their leaves, the earliest of the year; I am content; and for the past I feel And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom:


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[Publ. 1813] [Publ. 1815]

A TURKISH TALE THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on

Had we never loved sae kindly, the fold,

Had we never loved sae blindly, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple

Never met or never parted,

We had ne'er been broken-hearted.' and gold;

BURNS. And the sheen of their spears was like stars

TO on the sea,

When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep



WITH EVERY SENTIMENT OF Like the leaves of the forest when Summer


BY HIS GRATEFULLY OBLIGED That host with their banners at sunset were


BYRON. seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn

CANTO THE FIRST hath blown, That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown.

Know ye the land where the cypress and

myrtle For the Angel of Death spread his wings Are emblems of deeds that are done in on the blast,

their clime, And breathed in the face of the foe as he | Where the rage of the vulture, the love of pass'd;

the turtle, And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly Now melt into sorrow, now madden to and chill,

crime ? And their hearts but once heaved, and for Know ye the land of the cedar and vine, ever grew still !

Where the flowers ever blossom, the beans And there lay the steed with his nostrils all ever shine; wide,

Where the light wings of Zephyr, oppress'd But through it there rollid not the breath

with perfume, of his pride:

Wax faint o'er the gardens of Gúl in her And the foam of his gasping lay white on bloom; the turf,

Where the citron and olive are fairest of And cold as the spray of the rock-beating fruit, surf.

And the voice of the nightingale never is

mute: And there lay the rider distorted and pale, Where the tints of the earth, and the hues With the dew on his brow and the rust on

of the sky, his mail;

In colour though varied, in beauty may And the tents were all silent, the banners

vie, alone,

And the purple of Ocean is deepest in dye; The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. Where the virgins are soft as the roses they

twine, And the widows of Ashur are lond in their And all, save the spirit of man, is divine ? wail,

'Tis the clime of the East; 't is the land of And the idols are broke in the temple of the Sun Baal;

Can be smile on such deeds as his children And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by have done ? the sword,

Oh! wild as the accents of lovers' farewell Hath melted like snow in the glance of the | Are the hearts which they bear, and the Lord !

tales which they tell.

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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!

70 There linger'd we, beguiled too long, With Mejnoun's tale, or Sadi's song; Till I, who heard the deep tambour Beat thy Divan's approaching hour, To thee, and to my duty true, Warn'd by the sound, to greet theo

flew. But there Zuleika wanders yet Nay, Father, rage not — nor forget That none can pierce that secret bower But those who watch the women's tower.'



• 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. • Haroun – when all the crowd that wait Are pass'd beyond the outer gate (Woe to the head whose eye beheld My child Zuleika's face unveil'd !), Hence, lead my daughter from her

Her fate is fix'd this very hour:
Yet not to her repeat my thought;
By me alone be duty taught !'.

• Pacha! to hear is to obey.'
No more must slave to despot say —
Then to the tower had ta'en his way:
But here young Selim silence brake,

First lowly rendering reverence meet; And downcast look'd, and gently spake,

Still standing at the Pacha's feet: 50 For son of Moslem must expire, Ere dare to sit before his sire !

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, 91 Would lend thee something of his fire ! Thou, who wouldst 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 death Against the curs of Nazareth ! Go - let thy less than woman's hand Assume the distaff — not the brand. 100 But, Haroun ! – to my daughter speed: And bark — of thine own head take

heed If thus Zuleika oft takes wing Thou see'st yon bow — it hath a string !!

*Father! for fear that thou shouldst

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, 60 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.

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 sword. Son of a slave ! — reproach'd with

fear! Those gibes had cost another dear. 810

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