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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, oppressed with
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
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
Begirt with many a gallant slave,
Apparelled as becomes the brave,
Awaiting each his Lord's behest
To guide his steps, or guard his rest,
Deep thought was in his aged eye;
And though the face of Mussulman
The mind within, well skill'd to hide
His pensive cheek and pondering brow
Did more than he was wont avow.
"Let the chamber be cleared."-The train dis
"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 passed beyond the outer gate,
(Woe to the head whose eye beheld
'My child Zuleika's face unveiled!)
"Hence, lead my daughter from her tower; 40
Then to the tower had ta'en his way,
First lowly rendering reverence meet;
Still standing at the Pacha's feet: