While eddying whirl, and breaking wave,
Roused by the blast of winter rave;

Through sparkling spray in thundering clash,
The lightnings of the waters flash

It's echoes on the throbbing ear

The deathshot hissing from afar

The shock-the shout-the groan of
Reverberate along that vale,

More suited to the shepherd's tale:

war

Though few the numbers-their's the strife,
That neither spares nor speaks for life!

Ah! fondly youthful hearts can press,

To seize and share the dear caress;

640

645

But Love itself could never pant

For all that Beauty sighs to grant,

With half the fervour Hate bestows

Upon the last embrace of foes,

When grappling in the fight they fold

Those arms that ne'er shall lose their hold;
Friends meet to part-Love laughs at faith;-

True foes, once met, are joined till death!

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655

660

665

A fragment of his palampore, 3°

His breast with wounds unnumber'd riven,
His back to earth, his face to heaven,

Fall'n Hassan lies-his unclos'd

Yet lowering on his enemy,

eve

670

As if the hour that seal'd his fate,

Surviving left his quenchless hate;

And o'er him bends that foe with brow

As dark as his that bled below.—

"Yes, Leila sleeps beneath the wave, "But his shall be a redder grave;

675

"Thou Paynim fool!-could Leila's prayer

"Be pass'd, and thine accorded there?

"I watch'd my time, I leagu'd with these, "The traitor in his turn to seize ;

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685

My wrath is wreak'd, the deed is done,

"And now I go-but go alone."

The browzing camels' bells are tinkling-
His Mother looked from her lattice high,
She saw the dews of eve besprinkling
The pasture green beneath her
eye,

She saw the planets faintly twinkling,

690

""Tis twilight-sure his train is nigh.”—

She could not rest in the garden-bower,

695

But gazed through the grate of his steepest tower—

"Why comes he not? his steeds are fleet,

"Nor shrink they from the summer heat;

Why sends not the Bridegroom his promised gift,

"Is his heart more cold, or his barb less swift ? 700

"Oh, false reproach! yon Tartar now

"Has gained our nearest mountain's brow,

"And warily the steep descends,

"And now within the valley bends;

"And he bears the gift at his saddle bow"How could I deem his courser slow?

Right well my largess shall repay

"His welcome speed, and weary way.' The Tartar lighted at the gate,

705

But scarce upheld his fainting weight;

710

His swarthy visage spake distress,

But this might be from weariness;

His garb with sanguine spots was dyed,

But these might be from his courser's side;

He drew the token from his vest

715

Angel of Death! 'tis Hassan's cloven crest!
His calpac31 rent-his caftan red-

"Lady, a fearful bride thy Son hath wed

"Me, not from mercy, did they spare,

"But this empurpled pledge to bear.

720

"Peace to the brave! whose blood is spilt

"Woe to the Giaour! for his the guilt."

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