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Oft had he ridden on that winged wave,
And loved its roughness for the speed it gave;
And now its dashing echo'd on his ear,
A long known voice--alas! too vainly near!
Loud sung the wind above; and, doubly loud, 1430
Shook o'er his turret cell the thunder-cloud;
And flash'd the lightning by the latticed bar,
To him more genial than the midnight star:
Close to the glimmering grate he dragg’d his chain,
And hoped that peril might not prove in vain. 1435
He raised his iron hand to Heaven, and pray'd
One pitying flash to mar the form it made:
His steel and impious prayer attract alike-
The storm rollid onward and disdain'd to strike;
Its peal wax'd fainter-ceased-he felt alone, 1440
As if some faithless friend had spurn'd his groan!

VIII. The midnight pass’d—and to the massy door, A light step came-it paused-it moved once more ; Slow turns the grating bolt and sullen key: 'Tis as his heart foreboded—that fair she! 1445 Whate'er her sins, to him a guardian saint, And beauteous still as hermit's hope can paint ; Yet changed since last within that cell she came, More pale her cheek, more tremulous her frame: On him she cast her dark and hurried eye 1450 Which spoke before her accents—thou must die!

“ Yes, thou must die--there is but one resource,

The last-the worst-if torture were not worse.”

“ Lady! I look to none--my lips proclaim 1454 " What last proclaim'd they-Conrad still the same: “Why should'st thou seek an outlaw's life to spare, “ And change the sentence I deserve to bear? “ Well have I earn'd-nor here alone-the meed “ Of Seyd's revenge, by many a lawless deed.”

“ Why should I seek ? because-Oh! didst thou not « Redeem my life from worse than slavery's lot? 1461 “Why should I seek?_hath misery made thee blind “ To the fond workings of a woman's mind! " And must I say? albeit my heart rebel « With all that woman feels, but should not tell — 1465 “ Because - despite thy crimes—that heart is moved “ It fear'd thee-thank'd thee-pitied-madden'd

loved. “ Reply not, tell not now thy tale again, “ Thou lov'st another—and I love in vain ; “ Though fond as mine her bosom, form more fair, 1470 “ I rush through peril which she would not dare. « If that thy heart to hers were truly dear, “ Were I thine own--thou wert not lonely here: “ An outlaw's spouse--and leave her lord to roam! “ What hath such gentle dame to do with home? 1475 “But speak not now--o'er thine and o'er my head • Hangs the keen sabre by a single thread ;

“ If thou hast courage still, and would'st be free, “ Receive this poniard-rise-and follow me !" “ Ay-in my chains ! my steps will gently tread, 1480 “ With these adornments, o'er each slumbering head! " Thou hast forgot-is this a garb for flight? “ Or is that instrument more fit for fight?”

" Misdoubting Corsair! I have gain’d the guard, “ Ripe for revolt, and greedy for reward. 1485 66 A single word of mine removes that chain : “ Without some aid how here could I remain ? “ Well, since we met, hath sped my busy time, “ If in aught evil, for thy sake the crime: “ The crime-'tis none to punish those of Seyd. 1490 “ That hated tyrant, Conrad-he must bleed! " I see thee shudder-but my soul is changed - (ed“ Wrong'd-spurn'd-reviled--and it shall be aveng“ Accused of what till now my heart disdain'dToo faithful, though to bitter bondage chain’d. 1495 “ Yes, smile!—but he had little cause to sneer, “ I was not treacherous then-nor thou too dear: "But he has said it-and the jealous well, “ Those tyrants, teasing, tempting to rebel, “ Deserve the fate their fretting lips foretell. 1500 “ I never loved-he bought me somewhat high“ Since with me came a heart he could not buy. “ I was a slave unmurmuring; he hath said, “But for his rescue I with thee had fed,

“ 'Twas false thou know'st—but let such augurs rue, “ Their words are omens Insult renders true. 1511 “ Nor was thy respite granted to my prayer; “ This fleeting grace was only to prepare “ New torments for thy life, and my despair. “ Mine too he threatens; but his dotage still 1511 “Would fain reserve me for his lordly will: “When wearier of these fleeting charms and me, “There yawns the sack-and yonder rolls the sea! “What, am I then a toy for dotard's play, “ To wear but till the gilding frets away? 1520 “ I saw thee-loved thee-owe thee all-would save, • If but to show how grateful is a slave. " But had he not thus menaced fame and life, “(And well he keeps his oaths pronounced in strife) “I still had saved thee--but the Pacha spared, 1525 “ Now I am all thine own-for all prepared : “ Thou lov'st me not-nor know'st---or but the worst. “ Alas! this love---that hatred are the first--“Oh! could'st thou prove my truth, thou would'st not

start, « Nor fear the fire that lights an Eastern heart, 1530 6 "Tis now the beacon of thy safety---Now " It points within the port a Mainote prow: “But in one chamber, where our path must lead, “There sleeps-he must not wake-the oppressor

Seyd!”

1535

6 Gulnare-Gulnare-I never felt till now
"My abject fortune, wither'd fame so low :

“ Seyd is mine enemy: had swept my band « From earth with ruthless but with open hand, “ And therefore came I, in my bark of war, To smite the smiter with the scimetar; 1540 “ Such is my weapon-not the secret knife“Who spares a woman's, seeks not slumber's life. « Thine saved I gladly, Lady, not for this“Let me not deem that mercy shown amiss. " Now fare thee well—more peace be with thy breast! “Night wears apace-my last of earthly rest!” 1546

Rest! Rest! by sunrise must thy sinews shake, “And thy limbs writhe around the ready stake. “I heard the order--saw-I will not see“ If thou wilt perish, I will fall with thee. 1550 “ My life my love-my hatred-all below “ Are on this cast-Corsair! 'tis but a blow! “Without it flight were idle-how evade “ His sure pursuit! my wrongs too unrepaid, “My youth disgraced—the long, long wasted years, * One blow shall cancel with our future fears; 1556 “But since the dagger suits thee less than brand, “ I'll try the firmness of a female hand. “The guards are gain'd-one moment all were o'er“ Corsair ! we meet in safety or no more ; 1560 “ If errs my feeble hand, the morning cloud “ Will hover o'er thy scaffold, and my shroud,"

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