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Where the tints of the earth, and the hues In sooth I love not solitude; of the sky,

I on Zuleika's slumber broke, la colour though varied, in beauty may vie, And, as thou knowest that for me And the purple of Ocean is deepest in die; Soon turns the Haram’s grating key, Where the virgins are soft as the roses they Before the guardian slaves awoke twine,

We to the cypress-groves had flown, led all, save the spirit of man, is divine? And made earth, main, and heaven our own! Tis the clime of the east; 'tis the land of There linger'd we, beguiled too long the Sun

With Mejnoun's tale, or Sadi's song; Can be smile on such deeds as his children Till I, who heard the deep tambour

have done? Beat thy Divan's approaching hour, Oh! vild as the accents of lovers' farewell To thee and to my duty true, Are the hearts which they bear, and the tales Warnd by the sound, to greet thee flew : which they tell. But there Zuleika wanders yet

Nay, father, rage not-nor forget Begint with many a gallant slave,

That none can pierce that secret bower

But those who watch the women's tower." Apared as becomes the brave, Avaicing each his Lord's behest la guide his steps, or guard his rest, “Son of a slave"_the Pacha saidOld Giaffir sate in his Divan :

“From unbelieving mother ed, firep thought was in his aged eye: Vain were a father's hopes to see had though the face of Mussulman Aught that beseems a man in thee. lot oft betrays to standers by

Thou, when thine arm should bend the bow, ibe mind within, well skill'd to hide And hurl the dart, and curb the steed, Le but unconquerable pride,

Thou, Greek in soul if not in creed, Expensive cheek and pondering brow Must pore where babbling waters flow, pore than he was wont avow.

And watch unfolding roses blow.
Would that yon orb, whose matin-glow

Thy listless eyes so much admire, "Let the chamber be clear’d.”—The train would lend thee something of his fire ! disappear’d

Thou, who would'st see this battlement oprall me the chief of the Haram guard.” By Christian cannon piecemeal rent; in Giaffir is none but his only son,

Nay, tamely view old Stambol's wall and the Nubian awaiting the sire's award. Before the dogs of Moscow fall, Haran-when all the crowd that wait

Nor strike one stroke for life and death 1'd beyond the outer gate,

Against the curs of Nazareth! fer to the head whose eye beheld

Go, let thy less than woman's hand A mhild Zuleika's face unveil'd !)

Assume the distaff — not the brand. bine. lead my daughter from her tower; But, Haroun !--to my daughter speed : fate is fixd this very hour:

And hark-of thine own head take heedis not to her repeat my thought; If thus Zuleika oft takes wing1 x alone be duty taught!”

Thou seest yon bow-it hath a string!”

-Parha! to hear is to obey.”
Dere must slave to despot say-

No sound from Selim's lip was heard,

At least that met old Giaffir's ear,
Ty to the tower had ta'en his way,
Be are young Selim silence brake,

But every frown and every word

Pierced keener than a Christian's sword. fins lowly rendering reverence meet; les downcast look’d, and gently spake,

“Son of a slave!-- reproach'd with fear! od standing at the Pacha's feet:

Those gibes had cost another dear. le un of Moslem must expire,

Son of a slave!-- and who my sire?”
La dare to sit before his sire!

Thus held his thoughts their dark career,
And glances even of more than ire

Flash forth, then faintly disappear. father! for fear that thou should'st chide Old Giaffir gazed upon his son Water, or her sable guide,

And started; for within his eye bm-for the fault, if fault there be, He read how much his wrath had done; Na mine, then fall thy frowns on me, He saw rebellion there begun : setelily the morning shone,

“Come hither, boy - what, no reply? ?ht- let the old and weary sleep

I mark thee--and I know thee too ; frald not; and to view alone

But there be deeds thou darest not do: The fairest scenes of land and deep, But if thy beard had manlier length, the ange to listen and reply

And if thy hand had skill and strength, To thoughts with which my heart beat high I'd joy to see thee break a lance, Ware irá compe--for whate'cr iny mood, Albeit Against my own perchance."

As sneeringly these accents fell,

The heart whose softness harmonized On Selim's eye he fiercely gazed:

whole That eye return'd him glance for glance, And, oh! that eye was in itself a Soul And proudly to his sire's was raised, Till Giaffir's quail'd and shrunk askanceAnd why-he felt, but durst not tell.

Her graceful arms in meekness bend “Much I misdoubt this wayward boy

Across her gently-budding breast ; Will one day work me more annoy ;

At one kind word those arms extending I never loved him from his birth,

To clasp the neck of him who blest And - but his arm is little worth,

His child caressing and carest, And scarcely in the chase could cope

Zuleika came- and Giaffir felt With timid fawn or antelope,

His purpose half within him melt: Far less would venture into strife

Not that against her fancied weal Where man contends for fame and life

His heart though stern could ever feel I would not trust that look or tone:

Affection chaind her to that heart; No--nor the blood so near my own.

Ambition tore the links apart.
That blood-he hath not heard—no more-
I'll watch him closer than before.
He is an Arab to my sight,

“Zuleika! child of gentleness ! Or Christian crouching in the fight

How dear this very day must tell, But hark!-I hear Zuleika's voice;

When I forget my own distress, Like Houris' hymn it meets mine ear:

In losing what I love so well,

To bid thee with another dwell : She is the offspring of my choice;

Another! and a braver man 0! more than even her mother dear,

Was never seen in battle's van. With all to hope, and nought to fear

We Moslem reck not much of blood; My Peri! ever welcome here !

But yet the line of Carasman
Sweet, as the desert-fountain's wave
To lips just cool'd in time to save-

Unchanged, unchangeable hath stood

First of the bold Timariot bands Such to my longing sight art thou ;

That won and well can keep their lands Nor can they waft to Mecca's shrine More thanks for life, than I for thine

Enough that he who comes to woo

Is kinsman of the Bey Oglou: Who blest thy birth, and bless thee now." His years need scarce a thought employ

I would not have thee wed a boy. Fair, as the first that fell of womankind, And thou shalt have a noble dower: When on that dread yet lovely serpent And his and my united power

smiling,

Will laugh to scorn the death-firman, Whose image then was stamp'd upon her Which others tremble but to scan,

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And teach the messenger what fate But once beguiled - and ever more beguiling; The bearer of such boon may wait. Dazzling, as that, oh! too transcendant vision And now thou knowst thy father's will ToSorrow's phantom-peopled slumber given, All that thy sex hath need to know: When heart meets heart again in dreams Twas mine to teach obedience still

Elysian,

The way to love, thy lord may show.' And paints the lost on Earth revived in

Heaven;

In silence bow'd the virgin's head; Soft, as the memory of buried love; Pure, as the prayer which Childhood wafts That stifled feeling dare not shed,

And if her eye was fill'd with tears

above; Was she-the daughter of that rude old And red to pale, as through her ears

And changed her cheek from pale to red

Chief, Who met the maid with tears, but not of what could such be but maiden-fears?

Those winged words like arrows sped, grief.

So bright the tear in Beauty's eye,

Love half regrets to kiss it dry; Who hath not proved how feebly words So sweet the blush of Bashfulness,

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Even Pity scarce can wish it less ! To fix one spark of beauty's heavenly ray? Whate'er it was the sire forgot, Who doth not feel, until his failing sight Or if remember'd, markd it not; Paints into dimness with its own delight, Thrice clappd his hands, and call'al His changing cheek, his sinking heart confess

steed, The might -- the majesty of Loveliness? Resignd his gem-adorn'd Chibouque, Such was Zuleika -- such around her shone And mounting featly for the mead, The nameless charms unmark'd by her alone; With Maugrabee and Mamaluke, The light of love, the purity of grace, His way amid his Delis took, The mind, the Music breathing from her face, To witness many an active deed

With sabre keen, or blunt jereed.

And knowst thou not who loves thee best? The hislar only and his Moors

Oh, Selim dear! Oh, more than dearest! Hatch well the Haram's massy doors. Say, is it me thou hat’st or fearest?

Come, lay thy head upon my breast,

And I will kiss thee into rest,
His head was leant upon his hand, Since words of mine, and songs must fail
His eye look d o'er the dark blue water Even from my fabled nightingale.
That swiftly glides and gently swells I knew our sire at times was stern,
Between the winding Dardanelles ; But this from thee had yet to learn:
bat yet he saw nor sea nor strand

Too well I know he loves thee not;
Hop eren his Pacha's turban'a band But is Zuleika's love forgot?
Vis in the game of mimic slaughter, Ah! deem I right? the Pacha’s plan-
Careering deave the folded felt

This kinsman Bey of Carasman
With abre-stroke right sharply dealt; Perhaps may prove some foe of thine.
Nor mai the javelin-darting crowd, If so, I swear by Mecca's shrine,
Var beard their Ollahs wild and loud-

If shrines that ne'er approach allow
He thought but of old Giaffir's daughter! To woman's step admit her vow,

Without thy free consent, command, le vord from Selim's bosom broke;

The Sultan should not have my hand!

Think'st thou that I could bear to part Dar sigh Zuleika's thought bespoke: el zuzed be through the lattice grate,

With thee, and learn to halve my heart? hade bute, and mournfully sedate.

Ah! were I sever'd from thy side, Ta him Zaleika's eye was turn’d,

Where were thy friend—and who my guide?

Years have not seen, Time shall not see her little from his aspect learn'd: laual her grief, yet not the same;

The hour that tears my soul from thee: be heart confessd a gentler flame:

Even Azrael, from his deadly quiver

When flies that shaft, and fly it must, be ret that heart alarm’d or weak,

That parts all else, shall doom for ever knew not why, forbade to speak.

Our hearts to undivided dust!” la peak she must- but when essay ? * strange he thus should turn away!

He lived-he breathed- he moved-he ka thus we e'er before have met ;

felt; Lethas shall be our parting yet.”

He raised the maid from where she knelt: nie paced she slowly through the room, His trance was gone—his keen eye shone kad rachd his eye-it still was fix'd : match'd the urn wherein was mix'd

With thoughts that long in darkness dwelt; Persian Atar-gul's perfume,

With thoughts that burn-in rays that melt.

As the stream late conceal'd le rinkled all its odours o'er pirtered roof and marble floor:

By the fringe of its willows,

When it rushes reveal'd drops, that through his glittering vest Pas playful girl's appeal addrest,

In the light of its billows; landed o'er his bosom flew,

As the bolt bursts on high

From the black cloud that bound it, br that breast were marble too.

Flash'd the sonl of that eye Fallen yet? it must not be restle Selim, this from thee!”

Through the long lashes round it.

A warhorse at the trumpet's sound, in curious order set tofairest flowers of Eastern land

A lion roused by heedless hound he red them once; may touch them yet, By graze of ill-directed knife,

A tyrant waked to sudden strife To childish thought was hardly breathed Starts not to more convulsive' life

Than he, who heard that vow, display'd, **: the rose was pluck'd and wreathed; the sett fond moment saw her seat

And all, before repress’d, betray'd : ar airy form at Selim's feet:

"Now thou art mine, for ever mine, in rose to calm my brother's cares

With life to keep, and scarce with life resign; Image from the Balbul bears ;

Now thou art mine, that sacred oath, ovato-night he will prolong

Though sworn by one, hath bound us both. io ilim's ear his sweetest song;

Yes, fondly, wisely hast thou done; had though his note is somewhat sad,

That vow hath saved more heads than one: 1. try for once a strain more glad,

But blench not thon—thy simplest tress a me faint hope his alter'd lay

Claims more from me than tenderness;
Lay sing these gloomy thoughts away.

I would not wrong the slenderest hair
That clusters round thy forehead fair,

For all the treasures buried far
•What! not receive my foolish flower? Within the caves of Istakar.
per then I am indeed unblest :

This morning clouds upon me lower'd, line can thus thy forehead lower? Reproaches on my head were showerd,

And Giaffir almost call'd me coward ! The partner of her infancy?
Now I have motive to be brave;

These cherish'd thoughts with life begu The son of his neglected slave,

Say, why must I no more avow ? Nay, start not, 'twas the term he gave, What change is wrought to make me sh May show, though little apt to vaunt, The truth; my pride, and thine till now A heart his words nor deeds can daunt. To meet the gaze of stranger's eyes His son, indeed !-yet, thanks to thee, Our law, our creed, our God denies; Perchance I am, at least shall be;

Nor shall one wandering thought of min But let our plighted secret vow

At such, our Prophet's will, repine: Be only known to us as now.

No! happier made by that decree! I know the wretch who dares demand He left me all in leaving thee. From Giaffir thy reluctant hand;

Deep were my anguish, thus compellid More ill-got wealth, a meaner soul To wed with one I ne'er beheld : Holds not a Musselim's control:

This wherefore should I not reveal ? Was he not bred in Egripo?

Why wilt thou urge me to conceal ? A viler race let Israel show!

I know the Pacha's haughty mood But let that pass--to none be told

To thee hath never boded good; Our oath ; the rest shall time unfold. And he so often storms at nought, To me and mine leave Osman Bey; Allah! forbid that e'er he ought! I've partizans for peril's day:

And why I know not, but within Think not I am what I appear;

My heart concealment weighs like sin. I've arms, and friends, and vengeance near.” then such secrecy be crime,

And such it feels while lurking here, "Think not thou art what thou appearest! Oh, Selim! tell me yet in time, My Selim, thou art sadly changed:

Nor leave me thus to thoughts of fear. This morn I saw thee gentlest, dearest; Ah! yonder see the Tchocadar, But now thou’rt from thyself estranged. My father leaves the mimic war; My love thou surely knewst before,

I tremble now to meet his eyeIt ne'er was less, nor can be more.

Say, Selim, canst thou tell me why?" 'To see thee, hear thee, near thee stay, And hate the night I know not why, Save that we meet not but by day;

“Zuleika! to thy tower's retreat

Betake thee-Giaffir I can greet:
With thee to live, with thee to die,
I dare not to my hope deny:

And now with him I fain must prate

Of firmans, imposts, levies, state.
Thy cheek, thine eyes, thy lips to kiss,
Like this--and this-no more than this;

There's fearful news from Danube's banh

Our Vizier nobly thins his ranks,
For, Alla! sure thy lips are flame:
What fever in thy veins is flushing?

For which the Giaour may give him than)

Our Sultan hath a shorter way My own have nearly caught the same,

Such costly triumph to repay. At least I feel my cheek too blushing. To soothe thy sickness, watch thy health, Hath warn’d the troops to food and sleep

But, mark me, when the twilight-drum Partake, but never waste thy wealth, Or stand with smiles unmurinuring by,

Unto thy cell will Selim come:

Then softly from the Haram creep
And lighten half thy poverty;
Do all but close thy dying eye,

Where we may wander by the deep: For that I could not live to try;

Our garden-battlements are steep,

Nor these will rash intruder climb To these alone my thoughts aspire:

To list our words, or stint our time, More can I do? or thou reqnire ?

And if he doth, I want not steel
But, Selim, thou must answer why
We need so much of mystery?

Which some have felt, and more may fe

Then shalt thou learn of Selim more The cause I cannot dream nor tell,

Than thou hast heard or thought before; But be it, since thou say'st 'tis well;

Trust me, Zuleika --fear not me! Yet what thou meanst by “arms and

“friends,"

Thou knowst I hold a Haram-key."
Beyond my weaker sense extends.
I meant that Giaffir should have heard

"Fear thee, my Selim! ne'er till now The very vow I plighted thee;

Did word like this,” His wrath would not revoke my word:

“Delay not thou, But surely he would leave me free. I keep the key-and Haroun's guard Can this fond wish seem strange in me, Have some, and hope of more reward. To be what I have ever been ?

To-night, Zuleika, thou shalt hear What other hath Zuleika seen

My tale, my purpose, and my fear: From simple childhood's earliest hour? I am not, love! what I appear." What other can she seek to see Than thee, companion of her bower,

CANTO II.

Till then-no beacon on the cliff

May shape the course of struggling skiff; Tie winds are high on Helle's wave,

The scatter'd lights that skirt the bay,

All, one by one, have died away;
Si ca that night of stormy water

The only lamp of this lone hour
When Love, who sent, forgot to save
The young, the beautiful, the brave,

Is glimmering in Zuleika's tower.
The lonely hope of Sestos' daughter.
Oh! when alone along the sky

Yes! there is light in that lone chamber,
Her turret-torch was blazing high, And o'er her silken Ottoman
Though rising gale, and breaking foam, Are thrown the fragrant beads of amber,
And shrieking sea-birds warn’d him home, O'er which her fairy fingers ran;
And clouds aloft and tides below,

Near these, with emerald-rays beset,
With sign and sounds forbade to go, (How could she thus that gem forget ?)
He could not see, he would not hear Her mother's sainted amulet,
Or seund or sign foreboding fear; Whereon engraved the Koorsee text,
His ere bnt saw that light of love, Could smooth this life, and win the next ;
The only star it bail'd above,

And by her Comboloio lies
His ear but rang with Hero's song, A Koran of illumined dyes ;
Je wares, divide not lovers long!”. And many a bright emblazon'd rhyme
Thar tale is old, but love anew

By Persian scribes redeemd from time; May serve young hearts to prove as true. And o'er those scrolls, not oft so mute,

Reclines her now neglected lute; The winds are high, and Helle's tide And round her lamp of fretted gold Ralli darkly heaving to the main ;

Bloom flowers in urns of China's mould; had light's descending shadows hide

The richest work of Iran's loom, This held with blood bedew'd in vain,

And Sheeraz' tribute of perfume; desert of old Priam's pride;

All that can eye or sense delight Telombs, sole relics of his reign, Are gather'd in that gorgeous room: l-are immortal dreams that could But yet it hath an air of gloom. beguile

She, of this peri-cell the sprite, The blind old man of Scio's rocky isle! What doth she hence, and on so rude a night?

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Ob! vet – for there my steps have been;

Wrapt in the darkest sable vest,

Which none save noblest Moslem wear, The feet have press'd the sacred shore, These limbs that buoyant wave hath borne To guard from winds of heaven the breast Vsetred! with thee to muse, to mourn,

As heaven itself to Selim dear, To trace again those fields of yore,

With cautious steps the thicket threading, betering every hillock green

And starting oft, as through the glade Contains no fabled hero's ashes,

The gust its hollow moanings made, In that around the undoubted scene

Till on the smoother pathway treading, Dise own “ broad Hellespont” still dashes, More free her timid bosom beat, Belang my lot! and cold were he

The maid pursued her silent guide;
F there could gaze denying thee!

And though her terror urged retreat
How could she quit her Selim's side?

How teach her tender lips to chide ?
The night hath closed on Helle's stream,
Se ret hath risen on Ida's hill
Raimoon, which shone on his high theme: They reach'd at length a grotto, liewn
Si varrior chides her peaceful beam, By nature, but enlarged by art,
Bat conscious shepherds bless it still. Where oft her lute she wont to tune
Their flocks are grazing on the mound

And oft her Koran connd apart; of him who felt the Dardan's arrow: And oft in youthful reverie Tha mighty heap of gather'd ground She dream'd what Paradise might be: Which Aumon's son ran proudly round, Where woman's parted soul shall go a nations raised, by monarchs crown'd, Her Prophet had disdain'd to show; a lone and nameless barrow!

But Selim's mansion was secure, Mideat-can only strangers breathe klinthy dwelling-place how narrow! Nor deem'd she, could he long endure

His bower in other worlds of bliss, Te name of him that was beneath:

Without her, most beloved in this! but lang ontlasts the storied stone;

Oh! who so dear with him could dwell? Bad Thon—thy very dust is gone!

What Houri soothe him half so well ? late, late to-night will Dian cheer

Since last she visited the spot Dhe wain, and chase the boatman's fear; Somechange seenu'd wrought within the grot:

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