And why he felt, but durst not tell.
'Much I misdoubt this wayward boy
Will one day work me more annoy :
I never loved him from his birth,
And-but his arm is little worth,
And scarcely in the chase could cope
With timid fawn or antelope,
Far less would venture into strife
Where man contends for fame and life-
I would not trust that look or tone:
No-nor the blood so near my own.
That blood-he hath not heard-no more-
I'll watch him closer than before.
He is an Arab to my sight,*
Or Christian crouching in the fight;
But hark!-I hear Zuleika's voice;

Like Houris' hymn it meets mine ear: She is the offspring of my choice:

Oh! more than ev'n her mother dear,
With all to hope and nought to fear-
My Peri! ever welcome here!
Sweet, as the desert fountain's wave,
To lips just cool'd in time to save-

Such to my longing sight art thou:
Nor can they waft to Mecca's shrine
More thanks for life, than I for thine,

Who blest thy birth, and bless thee now.'

VI.

Fair as the first that fell of womankind, When on that dread yet lovely serpent smiling, [mindWhose image then was stamp'd upon her But once beguiled-and evermore beguiling: Dazzling, as that, oh! too transcendant vision

To Sorrow's phantom-peopled slumber given, When heart meets heart again in dreams Elysian, 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.

Who hath not proved how feebly words essay
To fix one spark of Beauty's heavenly ray?
Who doth not feel, until his failing sight
Faints into dimness with its own delight,
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
The light of love, the purity of grace,
The mind, the Music breathing from her face, t

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.

VII.

'Zuleika! child of gentleness!
How dear this very day must tell,
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 stood
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 power
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: 'Twas mine to teach obedience stillThe way to love, thy lord may show."

VIII.

In silence bow'd the virgin's head; And if her eye was fill'd with tears,

The Turks abhor the Arabs (who return the compliment a hundredfold) even more than they hate the Christians.

Carasman Oglu, or Kara Osman Oglou, is the principal landholder in Turkey; he governs Magnesia. Those wh by a kind of feudal tenure, possess land on condition of se vice, are called Timariots; they serve as Spahis, according to the extent of territory, and bring a certain number into the field, generally cavalry.

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 fears?
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, t
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.

Mangrabee,' Moorish mercenaries.

Delis, bravoes who form the forlorn hope of the cavalry, I always begin the action.

A twisted fold of felt is used for scimitar practice by the rks, and few but Mussulman arms can cut through it at a le stroke: sometimes a tough turban is used for the same pose. The jerreed is a game of blunt javelins, animated graceful

Yet speak she must-but when essay?
'How strange he thus should turn away!
Not thus we e'er before have met;
Not thus shall be our parting yet.'
Thrice 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
The Persian Atar-gúl's perfume, *
And sprinkled all its odours o'er
The pictured roof and marble floor : +
The drops, that through his glittering vest
The playful girl's appeal address'd,
Unheeded o'er his bosom flew,

As if that breast were marble too.
'What, sullen yet? it must not be-
Oh! gentle Selim, this from thee!'
She saw in curious order set

The fairest flowers of Eastern land'He loved them once; may touch them yet, If offer'd by Zuleika's hand.'

The childish thought was hardly breathed
Before the rose was pluck'd and wreathed;
The next fond moment saw her seat
Her fairy form at Selim's feet:
'This rose to calm my brother's cares
A message from the Bulbul bears; +
It says to-night he will prolong
For Selim's ear his sweetest song;
And though his note is somewhat sad,
He'll try for once a strain more glad,
With some faint hope his alter'd lay
May sing these gloomy thoughts away.

XI.

'What! not receive my foolish flower?
Nay then I am indeed unblest :
On 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 plan-
This kinsman Bey of Carisman
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-

Atar-gul,' ottar of roses. The Persian is the finest. The ceiling and wainscots, or rather walls, of the Mussulman apartments are generally painted, in great houses, with one eternal and highly-coloured view of Constantinople, wherein the principal feature is a noble contempt of perspective; below, arms, scimitars, &c., are in general fancifully and not inelegantly disposed.

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