"I have not quail'd to danger's brow
"When high and happy-need I now?

"But these are words that all can use"I proved it more in deed than word; "There's blood upon that dinted sword, "A stain its steel can never lose : "'Twas shed for her, who died for me, "It warm'd the heart of one abhorr'd: Nay, start not-no-nor bend thy knee, " Nor midst my sins such act record; "Thou wilt absolve me from the deed, "For he was hostile to thy creed! "The very name of Nazarene

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"Was wormwood to his Paynim spleen.
Ungrateful fool! since but for brands
"Well wielded in some hardy hands,
"And wounds by Galileans given,
"The surest pass to Turkish heaven,
"For him his Houris still might wait
"Impatient at the prophet's gate.

“I loved her-love will find its way

"And if it dares enough, 'twere hard
"If passion met not some reward-
"No matter how, or where, or why,
"I did not vainly seek, nor sigh:
"Yet sometimes, with remorse, in vain
"I wish she had not loved again.
"She died-I dare not tell thee how;
"But look-'tis written on my brow!
"There read of Cain the curse and crime,
"In characters unworn by time:
"Still, ere thou dost condemn me, pause;
"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:
"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!
"Yet all I then could give, I gave,
"'Twas some relief, our foe a grave.

"His death sits lightly; but her fate

"Has made me what thou well may'st hate.

"His doom was seal'd-he knew it well, "Warn'd by the voice of stern Taheer,

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Deep in whose darkly boding ear (40) "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 :
"He knew and cross'd me in the fray-
"I gazed upon him where he lay,

"And watch'd his spirit ebb away:

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Though pierced like pard by hunters' steel, "He felt not half that now I feel.

"I search'd, but vainly search'd, to find "The workings of a wounded mind;

"Each feature of that sullen corse

Betray'd his rage, but no remorse.

"Oh, what had Vengeance given to trace
"Despair upon his dying face!
"The late repentance of that hour,
"When Penitence hath lost her power
"To tear one terror from the grave,

" And will not soothe, and can not save.

"The cold in clime are cold in blood,

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

"That boils in Etna's breast of flame. "I cannot prate in puling strain "Of ladye-love, and beauty's chain : "If changing cheek, and scorching vein,

Lips taught to writhe, but not complain, "If bursting heart, and madd'ning brain, "And daring deed, and vengeful steel, "And all that I have felt, and feel, "Betoken love-that love was mine,

"And shown by many a bitter sign.
""Tis true, I could not whine nor sigh,
"I knew but to obtain or die.

"I die-but first I have possess'd,

"And come what may, I have been blest.
"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,
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