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Pale grew thy cheek and cold, And the voice of the night
Colder thy kiss ;

is mute :
Truly that hour foretold

Where the tints of the 'ea
Sorrow to this.

hues of the sky,

In color though varied, in
The dew of the morning

Sunk chill on my brow-

And the purple of ocean
It felt like the warning

Of what I feel now.

Where the virgins are soft
Thy vows are all broken,

they twine,
And light is thy fame :

And all, save the spirit of m
I hear thy name spoken,

'T is the clime of the East ;
And share in its shame.

of the Sun

Can he smile on such deeds
They name thee before me,

dren have done?
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me-

Oh! wild as the accents of

Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,

Are the hearts which they be
Who knew thee too well :

tales which they tell. Long, long shall I rue thee,

Begirt with many a gallant : Too deeply to tell.

Apparellid as becomes the br In secret we met

Awaiting each his lord's beht In silence I grieve,

To guide his steps, or guard / That thy heart could forget,

Old Giaffir sate in his Divan : Thy spirit deceive.

Deep thought was in his ag If I should meet thee

And though the face of Musst After long years,

Not oft betrays to standers How should I greet thee?

The mind within, well skill'd With silence and tears.

All but unconquerable pride, P.... 1816.

His pensive cheek and ponde

Did more than he was wont a THE BRIDE OF ABYDOS

6 Let the chamber be clear

train disappear'd.A TURKISH TALE

“Now call me the chief of t " Had we never loved so kindly,

guard." Had we never loved so blindly,

With Giaffir is none but his on Never met or never parteil,

And the Nubian awaiting We had ne'er been broken-hearted."-BURNS.


“Haroun-when all the crowd

Are pass'd beyond the outer ga KNOW ye the land where the cypress and (Woe to the head whose eye be myrtle

My child Zuleika's face unveil's Are emblems of deeds that are done in Hence, lead my daughter fi their clime ?

tower ; Where the rage of the vulture, the love Her fate is fix'd this very hour : of the turtle,

Yet not to her repeat my thoug Now melt into sorrow, now madden to By me alone be duty taught!"

crime ! Know ye the land of the cedar and vine, “ Pacha! to hear is to obey." ; Where the flowers ever blossom, the No more must slave to despot sa beams ever shine:

Then to the tower had ta'en his Where the light wings of Zephyr, op- . But here young Selim silence br: press'd with perfume,

First lowly rendering reverenc Wax faint o'er the gardens of Gúl in her And downcast look'd and gently bloom ;

Still standing at the Pacha's fe Where the citron and olive are fairest of For son of Moslem must expire, fruit,

Ere dare to sit before his sire !


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Fair, as the first that fell of womankind, When on that dread yet lovely serpent

smiling, Whose image then was stamp'd upon

her mindBut once beguil'd—and ever more be

guiling; Dazzling, as that, oh! too transcendent

vision To Sorrow's phantom-peopled slumber

given, When heart meets heart again in dreams

And paints the lost on Earth revived

in Heaven; Soft, as the memory of buried love ; Pure, as the prayer which Childhood

wafts above Was she--the daughter of that rude old

Chief, Who met the maid with tears—but not

of grief.

When I forget my own distress,

In losing what I love so well,
To bid thee with another dwell :
Another ! and a braver man
Was never seen in battle's van.
We Moslem reck not much of blood;

But yet the line of Carasman
Unchanged, unchangeable hath stoo

First of the bold Timariot bands That won and well can keep their lands Enough that he who comes to woo Is kinsman of the Bey Oglou: His years need scarce a thought employ I would not have thee wed a boy. And thou shalt have a noble dower: And his and my united pon er Will laugh to scorn the death-firman, Which others tremble but to scan, And teach the messenger what fate The bearer of such boon may wait. And now thou know'st thy father's will:

All that thy sex hath need to know: 'T was mine to teach obedience still,

The way to love, thy lord may show." In silence bow'd the virgin's head :

And if her eye was fill’d with tears That stifled feeling dare not shed, And changed her cheek from pale to

red, And red to pale, as through her ears Those winged words like arrows sped,

What could such be but maiden fear! So bright the tear in Beauty's eye, Love half regrets to kiss it dry ; So sweet the blush of Bashfulness, Even Pity scarce can wish it less ! Whate'er it was the sire forgot ; Or if remember'd, mark'd it not: Thrice clapp'd his hands, and call'd his

steed, Resign'd his gem-adorn'd chibouque And mounting featly for the mead,

With Maugrabee and Mamaluke,

His way amid his Delis took, To witness many an active deed With sabre keen, or blunt jerreed. The Kislar only and his Moors Watch well the Haram's massy doors.

Who hath not proved how feebly words

essay To fix one spark of Beauty's heavenly Who doth not feel, until his failing

sight Faints into dimness with its own de

light, His changing cheek, his sinking heart

confess The might, the majesty of Loveliness ? Such was Zuleika, such around her

shone The nameless charms unmark'd by her

aloneThe light of love, the purity of grace, The mind, the Music breathing from

her face, The heart whose softness harinonized

the whole, And oh! that eye was in itself a Soul !


Her graceful arms in meekness bending

Across her gently budding breast; At one kind word those arms extending To clasp the neck of him who blest

His child caressing and carest, Zuleika came--and Giaffir felt His purpose half within him melt: Not that against her fancied weal His heart though stern could ever feel ; Affection chain'd her to that heart; Ambition tore the links apart. “ Zuleika! child of gentleness !

How dear this very day inust tell,

His head was leant upon his hand,
His eye look'd o'er the dark blog

That swiftly glides and gently swells
Between the winding Dardanelles ;
But yet he saw nor sea nor strand,
Nor even his Pacha's turban'd band

Mix in the game of mimic slaughter Careering cleave the folded felt,

th sabre stroke right sharply dealt; · mark'd the javelin-darting crowd · heard their Ollahs wild and loudle thought but of old Giaffir's

daughter ! word from Selim's bosom broke ; > sigh Zuleika's thought bespoke : I gazed he through the lattice grate, e, mute, and mournfully sedate. him Zuleika's eye was turn'd,

little from his aspect learn'd: ual her grief, yet not the same; r heart confess'd a gentler flame : t yet that heart, alarmd or weak,

knew not why, forbade to speak. t speak she must—but when essay ? low strange he thus should turn

away! t thus we e'er before have met ; r thus shall be our parting yet." rice paced she slowly through the

room, And watch'd his eye-it still was fix'd : She snatch'd the urn wherein was

mix'd e Persian Atar-gul's perfume, id sprinkled all its odors o'er e pictured roof and marble floor : e drops, that through his glittering

vest le playful girl's appeal addressid, aheeded o'er his bosom flew, i if that breast were marble too. What, sullen yet? it must not be!! gentle Selim, this from thee!" e saw in curious order set The fairest flowers of eastern landHe loved them once : may touch them

yet, If offer'd by Zuleika's hand." le childish thought was hardly brea

thed fore the rose was pluck'd and wrea

thed ; je next fond moment saw her seat er fairy form at Selim's feet : This rose to calm my brother's cares message from the Bulbul bears ; says to-night he will prolong or Šelim's ear his sweetest song ; nd though his note is somewhat sad, e'll try for once a strain more glad, lith some faint hope his alter'd lay ay sing these gloomy thoughts away. What I not receive my foolish flower ? Nay then I am indeed un blest : a me can thus thy forehead lower ?

And know'st thou not who loves thee

best? Oh, Selim dear! oh, more than dearest! Say, is it me thou hat'st or fearest ? Come, lay thy head upon my breast, And I will kiss thee into rest, Since words of mine, and songs must

fail, Ev'n from my fabled nightingale. I knew our sire at times was stern, But this from thee had yet to learn : Too well I know he loves thee not ; But is Zuleika's love forgot ? Ah! deem I right? the Pacha's planThis kinsman Bey of Carasman Perhaps may prove some foe of thine. If so, I swear by Mecca's shrine, If shrines that ne'er approach allow To woman's step, admit her vow,Without thy free consent, command, The Sultan should not have my hand ! Think'st thou that I could bear to part With thee, and learn to halve my heart ? Ah! were I sever'd from thy side, Where were thy friend-and who my

guide ? Years have not seen, Time shall not see, The hour that tears my soul from thee: Evin Azrael, from his deadly quiver

When flies that shaft, and fly it must, That parts all else, shall doom for ever

Our hearts to undivided dust!”

He lived, he breathed, he moved, he felt; He raised the maid from where she

knelt ; His trance was gone, his keen eye shone With thoughts that long in darkness

dwelt: With thoughts that burn-in rays that

melt. As the stream late conceal'd

By the fringe of its willows, When it rushes reveald

In the light of its billows; As the bolt bursts on high

From the black cloud that bound it, Flash'd the soul of that eye

Through the long lashes round it. A war-horse at the trumpet's sound, A lion roused by heedless hound, A tyrant waked to sudden strife By graze of ill-directed knife, Starts not to more convulsive life Than he, who heard that vow, display'd, And all, before repress'd, betray'd :

Now thou art mine, for ever mine, With life to keep, and scarce with life


Now thou art mine, that sacred oath, Though sworn by one, hath bound us

both. Yes, fondly, wisely hast thou done; That vow hath saved more heads than

one: But blench not thou-thy simplest tress Claims more from me than tenderness ; I would not wrong the slenderest hair That clusters round thy forehead fair, For all the treasures buried far Within the caves of Istakar. This morning clouds upon me lower'd, Reproaches on my head were shower'd, And Giaffir almost call'd me coward ! Now I have motive to be brave; The son of his neglected slave, Nay, start not, 'twas the term he gave, May show, though little apt to vaunt, A heart his words nor deeds can daunt. His son, indeed !--yet, thanks to thee, Perchance I am, at least shall be ; But let our plighted secret vow Be only known to us as now. I know the wretch who dares demand From Giaffir thy reluctant hand; More ill-got wealth, a meaner soul Holds not a Musselim's control : Was he not bred in Egripo? A viler race let Israel show ! But let that pass—to none be told Our oath; the rest shall time unfold. To me and mine leave Osman Bey ; I've partisans for peril's day : Think not I am what I appear; I've arms, and friends, and vengeance

near." “Think not thou art what thou appearst !

My Selim, thou art sadly changed : This morn I saw thee gentlest, dearest ; But now thou’rt from thyself es.

tranged. My love thou surely knew'st before, It ne'er was less, nor can be more. To see thee, hear thee, near thee stay,

And hate the night I know not why, Save that we meet not but by day;

With thee to live, with thee to die, I dare not to my hope deny : Thy cheek, thine eyes, thy lips to kiss, Like this—and this—no more than this; For, Allah ! sure thy lips are flame:

What fever in thy veins is flushing? My own have nearly caught the same,

At least I feel my cheek, too, blushing. To soothe thy sickness, watch thy health, Partake, but never waste thy wealth, Or stand with smiles unmurmuring by,

And lighten half thy poverty ;
Do all but close thy dying eye,
For that I could not live to try :
To these alone my thoughts aspire:
More can I do? or thou require?
But, Selim, thou must answer why
We need so much of mystery ?
The cause I cannot dream nor tell,
But be it, since thou say'st 'tis well ;
Yet what thou mean’st by “arms 'an

• friends, Beyond my weaker sense extends. I meant that Giaffir should have heard

The very vow I plighted thee ;
His wrath would not revoke my word:

But surely he would leave me free.
Can this fond wish seem strange i

To be what I have ever been ?
What other hath Zuleika seen
From simple childhood's earliest hour

What other can she seek to see Than thee, companion of her bower,

The partner of her infancy? These cherish'd thoughts with life begu

Say, why must I no more avow ? What change is wrought to make in

shun The truth; my pride, and thine ti

now? To meet the gaze of stranger's eyes Our law, our creed, our God denies; Nor shall one wandering thought of mir At such, our Prophet's will, repine: No! happier made by that decree, He left me all in leaving thee. Deep were my anguish, thus compell'd To wed with one I ne'er beheld: This wherefore should I not reveal? Why wilt thou urge me to conceal? I know the Pacha's haughty mood To thee hath never boded good; And he so often storms at nought, Allah ! forbid that e'er he ought! And why I know not, but within My heart concealment weighs like sin If then such secrecy be crime,

And such it feels while lurking her Oh, Selim ! tell me yet in time,

Nor leave me thus to thoughts of le Ah ! yonder see the Tchocadar, My father leaves the mimic war; I tremble now to meet his eyeSay, Selim, canst thou tell me why?' “ Zuleika-to thy tower's retreat Betake thee-Giaffir I can greet! And now with him I fain must prate Of firmans, imposts, levies, state.

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