BRIDE OF ABYDOS. A TURKISH TALE. BY LORD BYRON. "Had we never loved so kindly, We had ne'er been broken-hearted."-Burns. LONDON: PRINTED FOR THOMAS WILSON, OXFORD STREET, AND SOLD BY ALL BOOKSELLERS. 1825. THE BRIDE OF ABYDOS. CANTO I. I. KNOW ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Where the flowers ever blossom, the beams ever shine; Where the light wings of Zephyr, oppress'd with perfume, T Wax faint o'er the gardens of Gul (1) in her bloom; '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 Are the hearts which they bear, and the tales which they tell. II. Begirt with many a gallant slave, Old Giaffir sat in his divan: Deep thought was in his aged eye; His pensive cheek and pondering brow Did more than he was wont avow. III. "Let the chamber be clear'd."-The train disap pear'd. "Now call me the chief of the Haram guard." And the Nubian awaiting the sire's award. My child Zuleika's face unveil'd!) son nila a "Pachal to hear is to obey.”ar First lowly rendering reverence meet; |