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Thus rose fair Leila's whiter neck:-
Stern Hassan hath a journey ta’en With twenty vassals in his train,
520 Each arm'd, as best becomes a man, With arquebuss and ataghan ; The chief before, as deck'd for war, Bears in his belt the scimitar Stain'd with the best of Arnaut blood,
525 When in the pass the rebels stood, And few return'd to tell the tale Of what befell in Parne's vale. The pistols which his girdle bore Were those that once a pasha wore,
530 Which still, though gemm'd and boss'd with gold, Even robbers tremble to behold. 'Tis said he goes to woo a bride More true than her who left his side; The faithless slave that broke her bower, 535 And, worse than faithless, for a Giaour!
The sun's last rays are on the hill,
may the loitering merchant Greek
he rest where none can see, In crowds a slave, in deserts free ; And with forbidden wine may stain The bowl a Moslem must not drain.
The foremost Tartar's in the gap,
By time, or mountain lightning, riven
They reach the grove of pine at last : “ Bismillah! (26) now the peril's past ; “ For yonder view the opening plain, “ And there we'll prick our steeds amain :" The Chiaus spake, and as he said, A bullet whistled o'er his head; The foremost Tartar bites the ground!
Scarce had they time to check the rein, Swift from their steeds the riders bound;
But three shall never mount again:
The dying ask revenge in vain.
Half shelter'd by the steed;
Nor tamely stand to bleed
Have well secured the only way
Though far and near the bullets hiss,
Apostate from his own vile faith, “ It shall not save him from the death: “ 'Tis he! well met in any hour, " Lost Leila's love, accursed Giaour!” VOL. II.
615 As rolls the river into ocean,
620 In sable torrent wildly streaming ;
As the sea-tide's opposing motion, In azure column proudly gleaming, Beats back the current many a rood, In curling foam and mingling flood,
625 While eddying whirl, and breaking wave, Roused by the blast of winter rave; Through sparkling spray, in thundering clash, The lightnings of the waters flash In awful whiteness o'er the shore,
630 That shines and shakes beneath the roar; Thus—as the stream and ocean greet, With waves that madden as they meetThus join the bands, whom mutual wrong, And fate, and fury, drive along.
635 The bickering sabre's shivering jar;
And pealing wide or ringing near
It echoes on the throbbing ear, The deathshot hissing f i afar; The shock, the shout, the groan of war, 640
Reverber ate along that vale,
More suited to the shepherd's tale: Though few the number—theirs the strife, That neither spares nor speaks for life ! Ah! fondly youthful hearts can press, 645 To seize and share the dear caress; But Love itself could never pant For all that Beauty sighs to grant