TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE LORD HOLLAND, THIS TALE IS INSCRIBED, WITH EVERY SENTIMENT OF REGARD AND RESPECT, BY HIS GRATEFULLY OBLIGED AND SINCERE FRIEND, BYRON. THE BRIDE OF ABYDOS. CANTO I. I. KNOW ye the land where the cypress and myrtle 5 Where the flowers ever blossom, the beams ever shine; 10 And the purple of Ocean is deepest in die; 15 "Tis the clime of the east; 'tis the land of the Sun Can he smile on such deeds as his children have done ? (2 Oh! wild as the accents of lovers' farewell Are the hearts which they bear, and the tales which they tell |