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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? Know ye the land of the cedar and vine, Where the flowers ever blossom, the beams ever shine; Where the light wings of Zephyr, oppress'd with perfume, Wax faint o'er the gardens of Gúl (1) in her bloom; Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, And the voice of the nightingale never is mute; Where the tints of the earth, and the hues of the sky, In colour though varied, in beauty may vie, And the purple of Ocean is deepest in die; Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine, And all, save the spirit of man, is divine?
'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.
Begirt with many a gallant slave,
Deep thought was in his aged eye;
His pensive cheek and pondering brow
Did more than he was wont avow.
"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.
Haroun-when all the crowd that wait
"Are pass'd beyond the outer gate,
(Woe to the head whose eye beheld
"My child Zuleika's face unveil'd!)
Hence, lead my daughter from her tower;
"Her fate is fix'd this very hour:
"Yet not to her repeat my thought;
"By me alone be duty taught!"
"Pacha! to hear is to obey."
No more must slave to despot say-
First lowly rendering reverence meet;
"Father! for fear that thou should'st chide
"That-let the old and weary sleep"I could not; and to view alone
"The fairest scenes of land and deep, "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,
"And, as thou knowest that for me
"Before the guardian slaves awoke
"To thee, and to my duty true,
"Warn'd by the sound, to greet thee flew: "But there Zuleika wanders yet—
“Nay, father, rage not—nor forget
"That none can pierce that secret bower
66 '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,
"And hurl the dart, and curb the steed,
Thou, Greek in soul if not in creed,
"Must pore where babbling waters flow,
Thy listless eyes so much admire,
"Would lend thee something of his fire!
"Go-let thy less than woman's hand
"Assume the distaff-not the brand.
"Thou see'st yon bow-it hath a string!"
No sound from Selim's lip was heard,
And started; for within his eye
“Come hither, boy—what, no reply?
As sneeringly these accents fell,
That eye return'd him glance for glance, And proudly to his sire's was raised,
Till Giaffir's quail'd and shrunk askance— And why-he felt, but durst not tell. "Much I misdoubt this wayward boy "Will one day work me more annoy: