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And mounting featly for the mead,
With Maugrabee (11) and Mamaluke,
amid his Delis took, (12)
His head was leant upon his hand,
look'd o'er the dark blue water
Mix in the game of mimic slaughter,
He thought but of old Giaffir's daughter !
No word from Selim's bosom broke;
****le from his aspect learn'd:
Equal her grief, yet not the same;
And watch'd his eye-it still was fix'd :
She snatch'd the urn wherein was mix'd
“ If offer'd by Zuleika's hand."
“ This rose to calm my brother's cares
“What! not receive my foolish flower? 295
“Nay then I am indeed unblest: “On me can thus thy forehead lower ?
“And know'st thou not who loves thee best? “Oh, Selim dear! Oh, more than dearest! “Say, is it me thou hat'st or fearest?
300 “Come, lay thy head upon my breast, « And I will kiss thee into rest, “ Since words of mine, and songs must fail, “Ev'n from my fabled nightingale. “I knew our sire at times was stern,
305 “But this from thee had yet to learn: “ Too well I know he loves thee not; “But is Zuleika's love forgot? “Ah! deem I right? the Pacha's plan“ This kinsman Bey of Carasman
310 “Perhaps may prove some foe of thine. “If so, I swear by Mecca's shrine,