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“My spirit shrunk not to sustain “ The searching throes of ceaseless pain; 1005 “ Nor sought the self-accorded grave “ Of ancient fool and modern knave: “ Yet death I have not fear'd to meet; " And in the field it had been sweet, “ Had danger woo'd me on to move
1010 “ The slave of glory, not of love. “ I've braved it-not for honour's boast; " I smile at laurels won or lost; 66 To such let others carve their way, “For high renown, or hireling pay:
1015 But place again before my eyes
Aught that I deem a worthy prize; 6. The maid I love, the man I hate, “ And I will hunt the steps of fate, To save or slay, as these require,
1020 Through rending steel, and rolling fire; “ Nor need'st thou doubt this speech from one 6 Who would but do-what he hath done. 6 Death is but what the haughty brave, “ The weak must bear, the wretch must crave; 1025 “ Then let Life go to him who gave: “ I have not quail'd to danger's brow " When high and happy-need I now ?
I loved her, friar! pay, adored-
“ I proved it more in deed than word;
66 A stain its steel can never lose:
“ It warm'd the heart of one abhorr'd: 1035 Nay, start not-no-nor bend thy knee,
“ Nor midst my-sins such act record; 66 Thou wilt absolve me from the deed, “ For he was hostile to thy creed ! “ The very name of Nazarene
1040 “ Was wormwood to his Paynim spleen. “ Ungrateful fool! since but for brands 6 Well wielded in some hardy hands, “ And wounds by Galileans given, “ The surest pass to Turkish heaven, 1045 “ For him his Houris still might wait
Impatient at the prophet's gate. • I loved her-love will find its way
Through paths where wolves would fear to prey, “ And if it dares enough, 'twere hard 1050 “ If passion met not some reward“No matter how, or where, or why, “ I did not vainly seek, nor sigh: “ Yet sometimes, with remorse, in vain “ I wish she had not loved again.
1055 “ She died—I dare not tell thee how; “ But look—'tis written on my brow! “ There read of Cain the curse and crime, “ In characters unworn by time:
“ Still, ere thou dost condemn me, pause; 1060 “ Not mine the act, though I the cause. 6. Yet did he but what I had done “ Had she been false to more than one. “ Faithless to him, he gave the blow; “ But true to me, I laid him low:
1065 “ Howe'er deserved her doom might be, “ Her treachery was truth to me; “ To me she gave her heart, that all " Which tyranny can ne'er enthrall; " And I, alas! too late to save!
1070 “ Yet all I then could give, I gave, “ 'Twas some relief, our foe a grave. “ His death sits lightly; but her fate 6. Has made me- -what thou well may'st hate.
6 His doom was seal'd-he knew it well, 1075 " Warn’d by the voice of stern Taheer, “ Deep in whose darkly boding ear (40) 6 The deathshot peal'd of murder near,
“ As filed the troop to where they fell ! " He died too in the battle broil,
1080 " A time that heeds nor pain nor toil; “ One cry to Mahomet for aid, “ One prayer to Alla all he made : 6. He knew and cross'd me in the fray“ I gazed upon him where he lay,
1085 « And watch'd his spirit ebb away: “ Though pierced like Pard by hunters' steel, He felt not half t!:at now I feel.
“ I search'd, but vainly search'd, to find
6 The cold in clime are cold in blood,
66 Their love can scarce deserve the name; 1100 6 But mine was like the lava flood
66 That boils in Ætna's breast of flame. “ I cannot prate in puling strain “ Of ladye-love, and beauty's chain : “ If changing cheek, and scorching vein, 1105 “ Lips taught to writhe, but not complain, “ If bursting heart, and mad’ning brain, “ And daring deed, and vengeful steel, " And all that I have felt, and feel, “ Betoken love-that love was mine,
1110 " And shown by many a bitter sign. “ 'Tis true, I could not whine nor sigh, " I knew but to obtain or die. “ I die—but first I have possessid, And come what
« Shall I the doom I sought upbraid ?
“ Yes, Love indeed is light from heaven;
“ A spark of that immortal fire “ With angels shared, by Alla given,
6 To lift from earth our low desire. “ Devotion wafts the mind above, “ But Heaven itself descends in love; “ A feeling from the Godhead caught, “ To wean from self each sordid thought; " A Ray of him who form'd the whole ; “ A Glory circling round the soul! “ I grant my love imperfect, all “ That mortals by the name miscall;