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THE

BRIDE OF ABYDOS.

CANTO I.

I.

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,

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Where the flowers ever blossom, the beams ever shine;

Where the light wings of Zephyr, oppressed with

perfume,

Wax faint o'er the gardens of Gúl1in her bloom;

Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit,

And the voice of the nightingale never is mute; 10 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 Sun

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Can 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.

II.

Begirt with many a gallant slave,

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Apparelled as becomes the brave,

Awaiting each his Lord's behest

To guide his steps, or guard his rest,
Old Giaffir sate in his Divan:

Deep thought was in his aged eye;

And though the face of Mussulman
Not oft betrays to standers by

The mind within, well skill'd to hide
All but unconquerable pride,

His pensive cheek and pondering brow

Did more than he was wont avow.

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III.

"Let the chamber be cleared."-The train dis

appeared

"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.

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"Haroun-when all the crowd that wait

"Are passed beyond the outer gate,

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(Woe to the head whose eye beheld

'My child Zuleika's face unveiled!)

"Hence, lead my daughter from her tower; 40

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Then to the tower had ta'en his way,
But here young Selim silence brake,

First lowly rendering reverence meet;
And downcast looked, and gently spake,

Still standing at the Pacha's feet:

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