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36 Without one hope on earth beyond thy love,
" And scarce a glimpse of mercy from above.
“ Yet the same feeling which thou dost condemn,
“My very love to thee is hate to them,

405 “ So closely mingling here, that disentwined,

I cease to love thee when I love mankind : “Yet dread not this—the proof of all the past “ Assures the future that my love will last ; “ But-Oh, Medora! nerve thy gentler heart, 410 “ This hour again—but not for long-we part.”

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“ This hour we part!-my heart foreboded this: “ Thus ever fade my fairy dreams of bliss. “ This hour-it cannot be-this hour away! “ Yon bark hath hardly anchor'd in the bay: 415 “ Her consort still is absent, and her crew “ Have need of rest before they toil anew ; “My love! thou mock'st my weakness; and would'st

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“ My breast before the time when it must feel; “ But trifle now no more with my distress, 420 “ Such mirth hath less of play than bitterness. “ Be silent, Conrad !-dearest! come and share “ The feast these hands delighted to prepare ; “ Light toil! to cull and dress thy frugal fare ! " See, I have pluck'd the fruit that promised best, 425 " And were not sure, perplex'd, but pleased, I guess'd “ At such as seem'd the fairest: thrice the hill " My steps have wound to try the coolest rill ;

“ Yes! thy Sherbet to-night will sweetly flow, " See how it sparkles in its vase of snow! 430 « The grapes' gay juice thy bosom never cheers; “ Thou more than Moslem when the cup appears: “ Think not I mean to chide--for 1 rejoice “ What others deem a penance is thy choice. “ But come, the board is spread; our silver lamp 435 “ Is trimm'd, and heeds not the Sirocco's damp: “ Then shall my handmaids wbile the time along, “ And join with me the dance, or wake the song ; “ Or my guitar, which still thou lov'st to hear, « Shall soothe or lull-or, should it vex thine ear 440 " We'll turn the tale, by Ariosto told, “ Of fair Olympia loved and left of old. (1) “Why-thou wert worse than he who broke his vow “ To that lost damsel, shouldst thou leave me now; “ Or even that traitor chief–I've seen thee smile, 445

When the clear sky showed Ariadne's Isle, “ Which I have pointed from these cliffs the while : " And thus, half sportive, half in fear, I said, “ Lest Time should raise that doubt to more than

dread, “ Thus Conrad, too, will quit me for the main: 450 66 And he deceived me- --for-he came again !"

" Again-again--and oft again-my love!
“ If there be life below, and hope above,
“ He will return-but now, the moments bring
66 The time of parting with redoubled wing:

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“ The why the where—what boots it now to tell? " Since all must end in that wild word-farewell! " Yet would I fain-did time allow-disclose“ Fear not-these are no formidable foes ; “ And here shall watch a more than wonted guard, 460 “ For sudden siege and long defence prepared: “ Nor be thou lonely-though thy lord's away, “ Our matrons and thy handmaids with thee stay; " And this thy comfort—that, when next we meet " Security shall make repose more sweet : 465 “ List !--'tis the bugle-Juan shrilly blew" One kiss-one more-another-Oh! Adieu !" She rose-she sprung-she clung to his embrace, Till his heart heaved beneath her hidden face. He dared not raise to his that deep blue eye, 470 Which downcast droop'd in tearless agony. Her long fair hair lay floating o'er his arms, In all the wildness of dishevell’d charms; Scarce beat that bosom where his image dwelt So full—that feeling seemed almost unfelt! 475 Hark-peals the thunder of the signal-gun! It told 'twas sunset-and he curs'd that sun. Again-again--that form he madly press'd, Which mutely clasp'd imploringly caress'd! And tottering to the couch his bride he bore, One moment gazed—as if to gaze no more; Felt-that for him earth held but her alone, Kiss'd her cold forehead-turn'd-is Conrad gone ?

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XV. “ And is he gone !"

-on sudden solitude Ilow oft that fearful question will intrude! 485 “ 'Twas but an instant past—and here he stood !

And now"--without the portal's porch she rush'd, And then at length her tears in freedom gush’d; Big-bright-and fast, unknown to her they fell; But still her lips refused to send—“Farewell !" 490 For in that word--that fatal word--howe'er We promise-hope-believe—there breathes despair. O’er every feature of that still, pale face, Had sorrow fix'd what time can ne'er erase : The tender blue of that large loving eye

495 Grew frozen with its gaze on vacancy, Till-Oh, how far!-it caught a glimpse of him, And then it flow'd-and phrensied seem'd to swin Through those long, dark, and glistening lashes dew'd With drops of sadness oft to be renew'd. 500 “He's gone !"-against her heart that hand is driven, Convulsed and quick-then gently raised to heaven; She look'd and saw the heaving of the main; The white sail set-she dared not look again ; But turn’d with sickening soul within the gate 505 “ It is no dream and I am desolate !"

XVI. From

crag to crag descending-swiftly sped Stern Conrad down, nor once he turn'd his head;

But shrunk whene'er the windings of his way
Forced on his eye what he would not survey, 510
His lone, but lovely dwelling on the steep,
That hail'd him first when homeward from the deep:
And she—the dim and melancholy star,
Whose ray of beauty reach'd him from afar,
On her he must not gaze, he must not think, 515
There he might rest-but on Destruction's brink:
Yet once almost he stopp'd-and nearly gave
His fate to chance, his projects to the wave;
But no-it must not bema worthy chief
May melt, but not betray to woman's grief.

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He sees his bark, he notes how fair the wind,
And sternly gathers all his might of mind:
Again he hurries on-and as he hears
The clang of tumult vibrates on his ears,
The busy sounds, the bustle of the shore, 525
'The shout, the signal, and the dashing oar;
As marks his eye the seaboy on the mast,
The anchors rise, the sails unfurling fast,
The waving 'kerchiefs of the crowd that urge
That mute adieu to those who stem the surge; 530
And more than all, his blood-red flag aloft,
He marvell’d how his heart could seem so soft.
Fire in his glance, and wildness in his breast,
He feels of all his former self possest;
He bounds-he flies_until his footsteps reach 535
The verge where ends the cliff, begins the beach,

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