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“ Still, ere thou dost condemn me, pause; 1060 “ Not mine the act, though I the cause. “ 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.

“ His doom was seald-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, " 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 that now I feel.

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* I search’d, but vainly search'd, to find
6. The workings of a wounded mind;
“ Each feature of that sullen corse
“ Betray'd his rage, but no remorse.
6 Oh, what had Vengeance given to trace
“ Despair upon his dying face!
“ The late repentance of that hour,
66 When Penitence hath lost her power
“ To tear one terror from the grave,
“ And will not sooth, and can not save.
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“ The cold in clime are cold in blood,

“ Their love can scarce deserve the name; 1100 “ But mine was like the lava flood

“ 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. 6 I die—but first I have possess'd, * And come what may, I have been blest. 1115

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“ Shall I the doom I sought upbraid ?
“ No-reft of all, yet undismay'd
“ But for the thought of Leila slain,
“ Give me the pleasure with the pain,
“So would I live and love again.
“ I grieve, but not, my holy guide!
“ For him who dies, but her who died :
“ She sleeps beneath the wandering wave-
“ Ah! had she but an earthly grave,
“ This breaking heart and throbbing head
“ Should seek and share her narrow bed.
“ She was a form of life and light,
“ That, seen, became a part of sight;
“ And rose, where'er I turn'd mine eye,
6. The Morning-star of Memory!

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“ 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;

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“Then deem it evil, what thou wilt; “But say, oh say, hers was not guilt ! “ She was my life's unerring light:

1145 “That quench’d, what beam shall break my night? “Oh! would it shone to lead me still, “ Although to death or deadliest ill ! “Why marvel ye, if they who lose “This present joy, this future hope,

1150 “No more with sorrow meekly cope; “In phrensy then their fate accuse: “In madness do those fearful deeds

“That seem to add but guilt to wo? “ Alas! the breast that inly bleeds

1155 “ Hath nought to dread from outward blow: “ Who falls from all he knows of bliss, “ Cares little into what abyss. “Fierce as the gloomy vulture's now

“To thee, old man, my deeds appear: 1160 “I read abhorrence on thy brow,

“ And this too was I born to bear! “ 'Tis true, that, like that bird of prey, “With havock have I mark'd my way: “But this was taught me by the dove, 1165 " To die—and know no second love. “ This lesson yet hath man to learn, “Taught by the thing he dares to spurn: " The bird that sings within the brake,

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“ The swan that swims upon the lake,
“ One mate, and one alone, will take.
“ And let the fool still prone to range,
“ And sneer on all who cannot change,
“Partake his jest with boasting boys ;
“I envy not his varied joys,
" But deem such feeble, heartless man,
" Less than yon solitary swan;
“Far, far beneath the shallow maid
“He left believing and betray'd.
“ Such shame at least was never mine-
“Leila! each thought was only thine !
“My good, my guilt, my weal, my wo,
“My hope on high-my all below.
“Earth holds no other like to thee,
“ Or, if it doth, in vain for me:
“For worlds I dare not view the dame
“Resembling thee, yet not the same.
" The very crimes that mar my youth.
“ This bed of death-attest my truth!
66 'Tis all too late-thou wert, thou art
“The cherish'd madness of my heart !

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" And she was lost—and yet I breathed,

“But not the breath of human life: “A serpent round my heart was wreathed,

“And stung my every thought to strife. “ Alike all time, abhorr'd all place, “Shuddering I shrunk from Nature's face,

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