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66 '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
66 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 "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."
She turn'd, and vanish'd ere he could reply,
But his glance follow'd far with eager eye ;
And gathering, as he could, the links that bound. 1565
His form, to curl their length, and curb their sound,
Since bar and bolt no more his steps preclude,
He, fast as fetter'd limbs allow, pursued.
'Twas dark and winding, and he knew not where
That passage led; nor lamp nor guard were there: 1570
He sees a dusky glimmering-shall he seek
Or shun that ray so indistinct and weak?
Chance guides his steps—a freshness seems to bear
Full on his brow, as if from morning air-
He reach'd an open gallery—on his eye 1575
Gleam'd the last star of night, the clearing sky:
Yet scarcely heeded these—another light
From a lone chamber struck upon his sight.
Towards it he moved, a scarcely closing door
Reveal'd the ray within, but nothing more. 1580
With hasty step a figure outward past,
Then paused--and turn'd-and paused--'tis She atlast!
No poniard in that hand-nor sign of ill-
"Thanks to that softening heart-she could not kill!"
Again he look'd, the wildness of her eye
Starts from the day abrupt and fearfully.
She stopp'd_threw back her dark far-floating hair,
That nearly veil'd her face and bosom fair :
As if she late had bent her leaning head
Above some object of her doubt or dread. 1590
They meet-upon her brow—-unknown-forgot-
Her hurrying hand had left-twas but a spot-
Its hue was all he saw, and scarce withstood
Oh! slight but certain pledge of crime--'tis blood!
He had seen battle--he had brooded lone 1595
O'er promised pangs to sentenced guilt foreshown;
He had been tempted-chasten'd-and the chain
Yet on his arms might ever there remain :
But ne'er from strife, captivity, remorse,
From all his feelings in their inmost force, 1600
So thrill'd--so shudder'd every creeping vein,
As now they fro before that purple stain.
That spot of blood, that light but guilty streak,
Had banish'd all the beauty from her cheek! 1604
Blood he had view'd, could view unmov'd, but then
It flow'd in combat, or was shed by men !
“ 'Tis done, he nearly waked, but it is done.
“ Corsair ! he perish'd, thou art dearly won.
“ All words would now be vain, away, away!
“Our bark is tossing, 'tis already day.
“The few gain'd over, now are wholly mine,
“ And these thy yet surviving band shall join :
“Anon my voice shall vindicate my hand,
" When once our sail forsakes this hated strand."
She clapp'd her hands, and through the gallery pour,
Equipp'd for flight, her vassals–Greek and Moor; 1616
Silent but quick they stoop, his chains unbind;
Once more his limbs are free as mountain wind!
But on his heavy heart such sadness sate,
As if they there transferr'd that iron weight. 1620
No words are utter'd--at her sign, a door
Reveals the secret passage to the shore ;
The city lies behind, they speed, they reach
The glad waves dancing on the yellow beach ;
And Conrad following, at her beck, obey'd, 1625
Nor cared he now if rescued or betray'd;
Resistance were as useless as if Seyd
Yet lived to view the doom his ire decreed.
Embark'd, the sail unfurld, the light breeze blewa
How much had Conrad's memory to review! 1630
Sunk he in contemplation, till the cape
Where last he anchor'd rear'd its giant shape.
Ah!-since that fatal night, though brief the time,
Had swept an age of terror, grief, and crime.
As its far shadow frown'd above the mast, 1635
He veil'd his face, and sorrow'd as he past;