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BRIDE OF ABYDOS.
KNOW ye the land where the cypress and myrtle
Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle,
Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime ?
15 'Tis the clime of the east ; 'tis the land of the SunCan 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
Deep thought was in his aged eye;
Not oft betrays to standers by
“Let the chamber be clear'd.”—The train disappear'd,
“Now call me the chief of the Haram guard.” With Giaffir is none but his only son,
And the Nubian awaiting the sire's award. 35 “ Haroun-when all the crowd that wait “ Are pass'd beyond the outer gate, “(Wo to the head whose eye beheld “My child Zuleika's face unveil'd')
Hence, lead my daughter from her tower; 40 " Her fate is fix'd this very hour: “ Yet not to her repeat my thought ; 56 By me alone be duty taught !"
“Pacha! to hear is to obey.”
First lowly rendering reverence meet;
Still standing at the Pacha's feet: For son of Moslem must expire, Ere dare to sit before his sire !
" Father! for fear that thou should'st chide
55 " Was mine, then fall thy frowns on me “So lovelily the morning shone,
“That-let the old and weary sleep"I could not; and to view alone
“The fairest scenes of land and 'deep, 60 “ With none to listen and reply “To thoughts with which my heart beat high “ Were irksome-for whate'er my mood, “In sooth I love not solitude; “I on Zuleika's slumber broke,
65 “ And, as thou knowest that for me
“ Soon turns the Haram's grating key, “Before the guardian slaves awoke “We to the cypress groves had flown, “ And made earth, main, and heaven our own! 70
“ There linger'd we, beguiled too long
“ Son of a slave"—the Pacha said-“From unbelieving mother bred, “ Vain were a father's hope to see “ Aught that beseems a man in thee. “ Thou, when thine arm should bend the bow, 85
“And hurl the dart, and curb the steed,
“Thou, Greek in soul if not in creed, “Must pore where babbling waters flow, “And watch unfolding roses blow. “ Would that yon orb, whose matin glow 90
Thy listless eyes so much admire, “ Would lend thee something of his fire ! “ Thou, who wouldst see this battlement " By Christian cannon piecemeal rent; “Nay, tamely view old Stambol's wall
95 “Before the dogs of Moscow fall,