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No longer glitter'd at his waist,

So may the Koran verse display'd
Where pistols unadorn'd were braced;

Upon its steel direct my blade,
And from his belt a sabre swung,

In danger's hour to guard us both,
And from his shoulder loosely hung

As I preserve that awful oath!
The cloak of white, the thin capote

The name in which thy heart hath prided
That decks the wandering Candiote :

Must change; but, my Zuleika, know
Beneath-his golden plated vest

That tie is widen'd, not divided,
Clung like a cuirass to his breast ;

Although thy Sire's my deadliest foe.
The greaves below his knee that wound

My father was to Giaffir all
With silvery scales were sheathed and bound.

That Selim late was deem'd to thee;
But were it not that high command

That brother wrought a brother's fall,
Spake in his eye, and tone, and hand,

But spared at least my infancy,

And lull'd me with a vain deceit
All that a careless eye could see
In him was some young Galiongée.*

That yet a like return may mcet.

He rear'd me, not with tender help,
X.

But like the nephew of a Cain it
•I said I was not what I seem'l;

He watch'd me like a lion's whelp,
And now thou seest my words were true :

That gnaws and yet may break his chain.
I have a tale thou hast not dream'd,

My father's blood in every vein
If sooth-its truth must others rue.

Is boiling ; but for thy dear sake
My story now 'twerc vain to hide,

No present vengeance will I take,
I must not see thee Osman's bride:

Though here I must no more remain.
But had not thine own lips declared

But first, beloved Zuleika! hear
How much of that young heart I shared,

How Giaffir wrought this deed of fear.
I could not, must not, yet have shown

XIII.
The darker secret of my own.

• How first their strife to rancour grew,
In this I speak not now of love ;
That, let time, truth, and peril prove:

If love or envy made them foes,

It matters little if I knew;
But first-oh! never wed another-

In fiery spirits, slights, though sew
Zuleika! I am not thy brother!'

And thoughtless, will disturb repose.
XI.

In war Abdallah's arm was strong,
Oh ! not my brother!-yet unsay-

Remember'd yet in Bosniac song,
God I am I left alone on earth

And Paswan's rebel hordes attest I
To mourn-I dare not curse-the day

How little love they bore such guest :
That saw iny solitary birtli ?

His death is all I need relate,
Oh! thou wilt love me now no more!

The stern effect of Giaffir's hate;
My sinking heart foreboded ill;
But know me all I was before,

with silver are those of an Arnaut robber, who was my Thy sister-friend-Zuleika still.

host (he had quitted the profession) at his Pyrgo, near Thou led'st me here perchance to kill ;

Gastouni in the Morea: they were plated in scales

one over the other, like the back of an armadillo. If thou hast cause for vengeance, see!

# The characters on all Turkish scimitars contain My breast is offer'd-take thy fill!

sometimes the name of the place of their manufacture, Far better with the dead to le,

but more generally a text from the Koran, in letters Than live thus nothing now to thee;

of gold. Amongst those in my possession is one with

a blade of singular construction ; it is very broad, and Perhaps far worse, for now I know

the edge notched into serpentine curves like the ripple Why Giaffir always seein'd thy foe;

of water, or the wavering of fame. I asked the Ar

menian who sold it what possible use such a figure And I, alas I am Giaffir's child,

could add. He said, in Italian, that he did not know; For whom thou wert contemn'd, reviled.

but the Mussulmans had an idea that tliose of this If not thy sister-wouldst thou save

forin gave a severer wound, and liked it because it

was piu feroce. I did not inuch admire the reason, My life, oh, bid me be thy slave!'

but bought it for its peculiarity.

| It is to be observed that every allusion to any thing XII.

or personage in the Old Testament, such as the Ark My slave, Zuleika !--nay, I'm thine:

or Cain, is equally the privilege of Mussulman and

Jew: indeed, the former profess to be much better acBut, gentle love, this transport calm, quainted with the lives, true and fabulous, of the patri: Thy lot shall yet be link'd with mine;

archs, than is warranted by our own sacred writ; and I swear it by our Prophet's shrine,

not content with Adam, they have a biography of Pre

Adamites. Solomon is the inonarch of all necromansy. And be that thought thy sorrow's balm. and Moses a prophet inferior only to Christ and Mac

homet. Zuleika is the Persian name of Potiphar's

wifer; and her amour with Joseph constitutes one of 'Galiongée, or Galiongi, a sailor, that is, a Turkish the finest poems in their language. It is therefore no sailor: the Greeks navigate, the Turks work the guns. violation of costume to put the names of Cain or Noah Their dress is picturesque; and I have seen the into the mouth of a Moslem. Capitan Pacha more

than once

wearing it as a kind of. I Paswan Oglou, the rebel of Widdin ; who, for the incog: Their legs, however, are generally naked. last years of his life, set the whole power of the Porte The

buskins described in the text as sheathed behind at defiance.

And how my birth disclosed to me

They only want a heart to lead,
Whate'er beside it makes, hath made me free. A hand to point them to the deed.

But Haroun only knows--or knew-
XIV.

This tale, whose close is almost nigh:
When Paswan, after years of strife,

He in Abdallah's palace grew,
At last for power, but first for life,

And held that post in his Serai
In Widdin's walls too proudly sate,

Which holds he here-he saw him die:
Our Pachas rallied round the state ;

But what could single slavery do?
Nor last, nor least in high command,

Avenge his lord ? alas! too late;
Each brother led a separate band :

Or save his son from such a fate?
They gave their horse-tails to the wind,

He chose the last, and when elate
And mustering in Sophia's plain

With foes subdued, or friends betray'd,
Their tents were pitch'd, their posts assign'd; Proud Giaffir in high triumph sate,
To one, alas, assign d in vain !

He led me helpless to his gate,
What need of words? the deadly bowl,

And not in vain it seems essay'd
By Giaffir's order drugg'd and given,

To save the life for which he pray 2.
With venom subtle as his soul,

The knowledge of my birth secured
Dismiss'd Abdallah's hence to heaven.

From all and each, but most from me;
Reclined and feverish in the bath,

Thus Giaffir's safety was ensured.
He, when the hunter's sport was up,

Reinoved he too from Roumelie
But little deem'd a brother's wrath

To this our Asiatic side,
To quench his thirst had such a cup:

Far from our seats by Danube's tide,
The bowl a bribed attendant bore;

With none but Haroun, who retains
He drank one draught, nor needed more!

Such knowledge—and that Nubian feels
If thou my tale, Zuleika, doubt,

A tyrant's secrets are but chains,
Call Haroun-he can tell it out.

From which the captive gladly steals,

And this and more to ine reveals :
XV.

Such stil! to guilt just Allah sends-
.The deed once done, and Paswan's feud

Slaves, tools, accomplices-no friends!
In part suppressed, though ne'er subdued,

XVII.
Abdallah's Pachalic was gain'd :-
Thou know'st not what in our Divan

*All this, Zuleika, harshly sounds;

But harsher still my tale must be:
Can wealth procure for worse than man

Howe'er my tongue thy softness wounds,
Abdallah's honours were obtain'd
By him a brother's murder stain'd:

Yet I must prove all truth to thee.

I saw thee start this garb to see,
'Tis true, the purchase nearly drain'd

Yet is it one I oft have worn,
His ill-got treasure, soon replaced.
Wouldst question whence? Survey the waste,

And long must wear: this Galiongée,
And ask the squalid peasant how

To whom thy plighted vow is sworni,

Is leader of those pirate hordes,
His gains repay his broiling brow!

Whose laws and lives are on their swords;
Why me the stern usurper spared,

To hear whose desolating tale
Why thus with me his palace shared,

Would make thy waning cheek more pale :
I know not. Shame, regret, remorse,
And little fear from infant's forcc;

Those arms thou seest my band have brought,

The hands that wield are not remote;
Besides, adoption as a son
By him whom Heaven accorded none,

This cup, too, for the rugged knaves

Is fill'd-once quaff'd, they ne'er repine:
Or some unknown cabal, caprice,
Preserved me thus-but not in peace :

Our Prophet might forgive the slaves;

They're only infidels in wine.
He cannot curb his haughty mood,
Nor I forgive a father's blood.

XVIII.

• What could I be? Proscribed at home, XVI.

And taunted to a wish to roam;
Within thy father's house are foes;

And listless left-for Giaffir's fear
Not all who break his bread are true:

Denied the courser and the spear-
To these I my birth disclose,

Though oft-oh, Mahomet, how oftl-
In full Divan the despot scoffd,

As if my weak, unwilling hand « Horse-tail,' the standard of a Pacha.

Refused the bridle or the brand: + Giaffir, Pacha of Argyro Castro, or Scutari, I am

He ever went to war alone, not sure which, was actually taken off by the Albanian Ali in the manner described in the text. Ali Pacha, And pent me here untried, unknown; while I was in the country, married the daughter of his To Haroun's care with women left, victim, some years after the event had taken place at

By hope unblest, of fame bereft. a bath in Sophia, or Adrianople. The poison was mixed in the cup of coffee, which is presented before

While thou-whose softness long endear'd, the sherbet by the bath-keeper, after dressing,

Though it unmann'd me, still had cheerd

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To Brusa's walls for safety sent,

Of equal rights, which man ne'er knew;
Awaitedst there the field's event,

I have a love for freedom too.
Haroun, who saw my spirit pining

Ay! let me like the ocean-Patriarch roam,
Beneath inaction's sluggish yoke,

Or only know on land the Tartar's home it
His captive, though with dread, resigning,

My tent on shore, my galley on the sea,
My thraldom for a season broke,

Are more than cities and Serais to me:
On promise to return before

Borne by my steed, or wafted by my sail,
The day when Giaffir's charge was o'er.

Across the desert, or before the gale,
'Tis vain-my tongue can not iinpart

Bound where thou wilt, my bark! or glide, my My almost drunkenness of heart,

prow! When first this liberated eye

But be the star that guides the wanderer, Thou ! Survey'd Earth, Ocean, Sun, and Sky,

Thou, my Zuleika! share and bless my bark; As if my spirit pierced them through,

The Dove of peace and promise to mine ark ! And all their inmost wonders knew!

Or, since that hope denied in worlds of strife,
One word alone can paint to thee

Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life!
That more than feeling-I was free!

The evening beam that smiles the clouds away,
Ev'n for thy presence ceased to pine ;

And tints to

morrow with prophetic ray! The World, -nay heaven itself, was mine!

Blest-as the Muezzin' strain from Mecca's wall

To pilgrims pure and prostrate at his call;
XIX.

Soft-as the melody of youthful days,
*The shallop of a trusty Moor

That steals the trembling tear of speechless Convey'd me from this idle shore;

praise ;
I long d to see the isles that gem

Dear-as his native song to exile's ears,
Old Ocean's purple diadem :

Shall sound each tone tly long-loved voice cn.
I souglit by turns, and saw them all :*

dears. But when and where I join'd the crew,

For thee in those bright isles is built a bower
With whom I'm pledged to rise or fall,

Blooming as Aden in its earliest hour.
When all that we design to do

A thousand swords, with Selim's heart and hand,
Is done, 'twill then be time more meet

Wait-wave-defend-destroy-at thy command ! To tell thee, when the tale's complete.

Girt by my band, Zuleika at my side,

The spoil of nations shall bedeck my bride.
XX.

The Haram's languid years of listless ease
''Tis true, they are a lawless brood,

Are well resign'd for cares-for joys like these: But rough in form, nor mild in mood;

Not blind to fate, I see, where'er I rove, And every creed, and every race,

Unnumber'd perils—but one only love ! With thein hath found—may find-a place: Yet well my toils shall that fond breast repay, But open speech, and ready land,

Though fortune frown or falser friends betray. Obedience to their chief's command;

How dear the dream in darkest hours of ill, A soul for every enterprise,

Should all be changed, to find thee faithful still ! That never sees with terror's eyes ;

Be but thy soul, like Selim's, firmly shown; Friendship for cach, and faith to all,

To thee be Selin's tender as thine own; And vengeance vow'd for those who fall,

To soothe each sorrow, share in each delight, Have made them fitting instruments

Blend every thought, do all-but disunite ! For inore than ev'n my own intents.

Once free, 'tis mine our horde again to guide;
And some--and I have studied all

Friends to each other, foes to aught beside :
Distinguish'd from the vulgar rank,

Yet there we follow but the bent assign'd
But chiefly to my council call

By fatal Nature to man's warring kind :
The wisdom of the cautious Frank

Mark! where his carnage and his conquests And some to higher thoughts aspire,

ceasc !
The last of Lambro's patriots theret

He makes a solitude, and calls it-peace !
Anticipated freedom share;

I like the rest must use my skill or strength,
And oft around the cavern fire

But ask no land beyond my sabre's length: On visionary schemes debate,

Power sways but by division-her resource To snatch tlie Rayahs fro:n their fate.:

The blest alternative of fraud or force! So let them ease their liearts with prate

* This first of voyages is one of the few with which * The Turkish notions of almost all islands are con- the Mussulmans profess much acquaintance. fined to the Archipelago, the sea alluded to.

† The wandering life of the Arabs, Tartars, and † Lambro Canzani, a Greek, famous for his efforts Turkomans, will be found well detailed in any book in 1789-ço for the independence of his country. Aban- of Eastern travels. That i possesses a charm pecudoned by the Russians, he hecame a pirate, and the liar to itself, cannot be denied. A young French Archipelago was the scene of his enterprises. He is renegado confessed to Chateaubriand, that he never said to be still alive at St. Petersburg. He and Riga found himself alone, galioping in the desert, without are the two most celebrated of the Greek Revolu- a sensation approaching to rapture, which was inde tionists.

scribable. Rayahs,' all who pay the capitation tax, called Jannat al Aden,' the perpetual abode, the Mus. the Haratch."

sulmán paradise.

Ours be the last ; ia time deceit may come

When, her last hope for ever gone,
When cities cage us in a social home:

The mother harden'd into stone;
There ev'n thy soul might err-how oft the hcart All in the maid that eye could see
Corruption shakes which peril could not part ! Was but a younger Niobe.
And woman, more than man, when death or woe, But ere her lip, or even her eye,
Or even disgrace, would lay her lover low,

Essay'd to speak, or look reply,
Sunk into the lap of luxury will shame

Beneath the garden's wicket porch Away suspicion not Zuleika's name!

Far flash'd on high a blazing torch! But life is hazard at the best ; and here

Another-and another-and another No more remains to win, and much to fear.

Oh! fly--no more-yet now my more than Yes, fear!—the doubt, the dread of losing thee,

brother!' By Osman's power, and Giaffir's stern decree.

Far, wide, through every thicket spread, That dread shall vanish with the favouring gale, The fearful lights are gleaming red; Which Love to-night hath promis'd to my sail : Nor these alone-for each right hand No danger daunts the pair his smile hath blest,

Is ready with a sheathless brand. Their steps still roving, but their hearts at rest.

They part, pursue, return, and wheel With thee all toils are sweet, each clime hath

With searching flambeau, shining steel; charms;

And last of all, his sabre waving, Earth-sea alike our world within our arms!

Stern Giaffir in his fury raving : Ay-let the loud winds whistle o'er the deck,

And now almost they touch the cave-
So that those arins cling closer round my neck: Oh! must that grot be Selim's grave?
The deepest murmur of this lip shall be

XXIII.
No sigh for safety, but a prayer for thee!
The war of elements no fears impart

Dauntless he stood—'Tis come-soon past To Love, whose deadliest bane is human Art:

One kiss, Zuleika-'tis my last : There lie the only rocks our course can check;

But yet my band not far from shore Here moments menace - there are years of May lear this signal, see the flash; wreck:

Yet now too few-the attempt were rash: But hence ye thoughts that rise in Horror's

No matter-yet one effort more.'

Forth to the cavern mouth he stept; shape! This hour bestows, or ever bars escape.

His pistol's echo rang on high, Few words remain of mine my tale to close;

Zuleika started not, nor wept, Of thine but one to waft us from our foes :

Despair benumbed her breast and eye Yea-foes-to me will Giaffir's hate decline ?

“They hear me not, or if they ply And is not Osman, who would part us, thine?

Their oars, 'tis but to see me die;

That sound hath drawn my foes more nigh. XXI.

Then forth my father's scimitar,

Thou ne'er hast seen less equal war! "His head and faith from doubt and death

Farewell, Zuleika !-Sweet! retire; Return'd in tinie my guard to save;

Yet stay within-here linger safe, Few heard, none told, that o'er the wave

At thee his rage will only chafe. From isle to isle I roved the while :

Stir not-lest even to thee perchance And since, though parted from my band

Some erring blade or ball should glance. Too seldom now I leave the land,

Fear'st thou for him ?-may I expire No deed they've done, nor deed shall do,

If in this strife I seek thy sire! Ere I have heard and doom'd it too:

No-though by him that poison pour'd; I form the plan, decree the spoil,

No—though again he call me coward ! 'Tis fit I oftener share the toil.

But tamely shall I meet their steel?
But now too long I've lield thine ear;

No-as each crest save his may feel l'
Time presses, floats my bark, and here
We leave behind but hate and fear.

XXIV.
To-morrow Osman with his train

One bound he made, and gain'd the sand Arrives-to-night must break thy chain:

Already at his feet hath sunk And wouldst thou save that haughty Bey,

The foremost of the prying band, Perchance his life who gave thee thine,

A gasping head, a quivering trunk : With me this hour away-away!

Another falls-but round him close But yet, though thou art plighted mine

A swarming circle of his foes; Wouldst thou recall thy willing vow,

From right to left his path he cleft, Appallid by truths imparted now,

And almost met the meeting wave: Here rest 1-not to see thee wed:

His boat appears-not five oars' lengthBut be that peril on my head!'

His comrades strain with desperate strength

Oh! are they yet in time to save?
XXII.

His feet the foremost breakers lave;
Zuleika, mute and motionless,

His band are plunging in the bay, Stood like that statue of distress,

Their sabres glitter through the spray;

Wet-wild-unwearied to the strand

The bird that tears that prostrate form They struggle—now they touch the land!

Hath only robb'd the meaner worm; They come-'tis but to add to slaughter

The only heart, the only cye His heart's best blood is on the water !

Had bled or wept to see him die,

Had seen those scatter'd limbs composed,
XXV.

And mourn'd above his turban-stone,

That heart had burst-that eye was closed Escaped from shot, unharm'd by steel,

Yea-closed before his ownl
Or scarcely grazed its force to feel,
Had Selim won, betray'd, beset,
To where the strand and billows met:

XXVII.
There as his last step left the land,

By Helle's stream there is a voice of wail! And the last death-blow dealt his hand

And woman's eye is wet-man's cheek is pale: Ah ! wherefore did he turn to look

Zuleika! last of Giaffir's race, For her his eye but sought in vain?

Thy destined lord is come too late : That pause, that fatal gaze he took,

He sees not-ne'er shall see-thy face ! Hath doom'd his death, or fix'd his chain.

Can he not hear Sad proof, in peril and in pain,

The loud Wul-wulleh warn his distant ear it How late will Lover's hope remain!

Thy handmaids weeping at the gate, His back was to the dashing spray;

The Koran-chanters of the hymn of fate, Behind, but close, his comrades lay,

The silent slaves with folded arins that wait, When at the instant hissd the ball

Sighs in the hall, and shrieks upon the gale, So may the foes of Giaffir fall !'

Tell himn thy tale! Whose voice is heard ? whose carbine rang?

Thou didst not view thy Selim fall! Whose bullet through the night-air sang,

That fearful moment when he left the cave Too nearly, deadly aim'd to err?

Thy heart grew chill: 'Tis thine-Abdallah's Murderer!

He was thy hope—thy joy-thy love--thine allThe father slowly rued thy hate,

And that last thought on him thou couldst not The son hath found a quicker fate :

save Fast from his breast the blood is bubbling,

Sufficed to kill ; The whiteness of the sea-foam troubling

Burst forth in one wild cry-and all was still. If aught his lips essay'd to groan,

Peace to thy broken heart, and virgin grave! The rushing billows choked the tone!

Ah, happy! but of life to lose the worst !

That grief-though deep-though fatal-was thy XXVI.

first! Morn slowly rolls the clouds away;

Thrice happy! ne'er to feel nor fear the force Few trophies of the fight are there :

Of absence, shame, pride, hate, revenge, re The shouts that shook the inidnight-bay

morse! Are silent; but some signs of fray

And, oh! that pang where more than madness That strand of strife inay bear.

lies! And fragments of each shiver'd brand;

The worm that will not sleep-and never dies; Steps stamp'd; and dash d into the sand

Thought of the gloomy day and ghastly night, The print of many a struggling hand

That dreads the darkness, and yet loathes the May there be mark'd; nor far remote

light, A broken torch, an oarless boat;

That winds around, and tears the quivering And tangled on the weeds that heap

heart! The beach where shelving to the deep

Ah, wherefore not consume it-and depart! There lies a white capote !

Woe to thee, rash and unrelenting chief! 'Tis rent in twain--one dark-red stain

Vainly thou heap'st the dust upon thy head, The wave yet ripples o'er in vain :

Vainly the sackcloth o'er thy limbs doth spread; But where is he who wore?

By that same hand Abdallah-Selim-bled. Ye! who would o'er his relics weep.

Now let it tear thy beard in idle grief: Go, seek them where the surges sweep

Thy pride of heart, thy bride for Osman's bed, Their burthen round Sigæum's steep,

She, whom thy Sultan had but seen to wed, And cast on Leinnos' shore :

Thy daughter's dead! The sea-birds shriek above the prey,

Hope of thine age, thy twilight s lonely beam, O'er which their hungry beaks delay,

The star hath set that shone on Helle's stream. As shaken on his rest!ess pillow,

What quench'd its ray?-the blood that thou hast His head heaves with the heaving billow;

shed!
That hand, whose motion is not life,
Yet seebly seems to menace strife,
Flung by the tossing tide on high,

A turban is carved in stone above the graves of Then leveli'd with the wave.

men only. What recks it, though that corse shall lie

+ The death-song of the Turkish women. The

silent slaves' are the incn, whose notions of decorum Within a living grave!

forbid coinplaint in public.

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