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But pale as marble o'er the tomb,
255 His Christian crest and haughty mien. 'Twas but an instant he restrain'd That fiery harb so sternly rein'd; 'Twas but a moment that he stood, Then sped as if by death pursued ;
260 But in that instant o'er his soul Winters of Memory seem'd to roll, And gather in that drop of time A life of pain, an age of crime. O’er him who loves, or hates, or fears,
265 Such moment pours the grief of years.
What felt he then, at once opprest
The hour is past, the Giaour is gone;
The steed is vanish'd from the stall;
The Owl usurps the beacon.tower ;
310 That sound had harmonized his rest; And oft had Hassan's Youth along Its bank been soothed by Beauty's song; And softer seem'd each melting tone Of Music mingled with its own.
815 But ne'er shall Hassan's Age repose Along the brink at Twilight's close: The stream that fill'd that font is fledThe blood that warm'd his heart is shed! And here no more shall human voice
320 Be heard to rage, regret, rejoice.
The last sad note that swell’d the gale
330 Might wake an Echo like relief At least 'twould
“ all are not gone ; “There lingers Life, though but in oneFor many a gilded chamber's there, Which Solitude might well forbear;
335 Within that dome as yet Decay Hath slowly work'd her cankering wayBut gloom is gather'd o'er the gate, Nor there the Fakir's self will wait; Nor there will wandering Dervise stay, 340 For Bounty cheers not his delay; Nor there will weary stranger halt To bless the sacred “bread and salt.” (11) Alike must Wealth and Poverty Pass heedless and unheeded by,
345 For Courtesy and Pity died With Hassan on the mountain side. His roof, that refuge unto men, Is Desolation's hungry den.
The guest flies the hall, and the vassal from labour, 350 Since his turban was cleft by the infidel's sabre ! (12)
I hear the sound of coming feet, But not a voice mine ear to greet; More near-each turban I can scan, And silver-sheathed ataghan ;(13)
355 The foremost of the band is seen An Emir by his garb of green:(14) “Ho! who art thou ?-this low salam (15)
Replies of Moslem faith I am. “ The burthen ye so gently bear,
360 56 Seems one that claims your utmost care, “And, doubtless, holds some precious freight, “ My humble bark would gladly wait.”
“ Thou speakest sooth, thy skiff unmoor, “And waft us from the silent shore; 5 Nay, leave the sail still furld, and ply .The nearest oar that's scatter'd by, “ And midway to those rocks where sleep 6. The channeld waters dark and deep. * Rest from your task-50--bravely done, 6 Our course has been right swiftly run; “ Yet 'tis the longest voyage, I trow, 66 That one of_*