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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 here; Oh, Selim! tell me yet in time,

Nor leave me thus to thoughts of fear. Ah! yonder see the Tchoçadar, 22 My father leaves the mimic war; I tremble now to meet his eyeSay Selim, canst thou tell me why?"

XIV.

"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.
There's fearful news from Danube's banks,
Our Vizier nobly thins his ranks,

For which the Giaour may give him thanks!
Our Sultan hath a shorter way
Such costly triumph to repay.
But, mark me, when the twilight drum

Hath warm'd the troops to food and sleep, Unto thy cell will Selim come:

Then softly from the Haram creep
Where we may wander by the deep:
Our garden-battlements are steep;

Nor these will rash intruder climb
To list our words, or stint our time;
And if he doth, I want not steel
Which some have felt, and more may feel.
Then shalt thou learn of Selim more
Than thou hast heard or thought before
Trust me, Zuleika-fear not me!
Thou know'st I hold a Haram key."

"Fear thee, my Selim! ne'er till now Did word like this-"

"Delay not thou; I keep the key-and Haroun's guard Have some, and hope of more reward. To-night, Zuleika, thou shalt hear My tale, my purpose, and my fear: I am not love! what I appear."

CANTO II.

I.

The winds are high on Helle's wave,
As on that night of stormy water
When Love, who sent, forgot to save
The voung, the beautiful, the brave,

The lonely hope of Sestos' daughter.
Oh! when alone along the sky
Her turret-torch was blazing high,
Though rising gale, and breaking foam,
And shrieking sea-birds warn'd him home;
And clouds aloft and tides below,
With signs and sounds, forbade to go,
He could not see, he would not hear
Or sound or sign foreboding fear;
His eye but saw that light of love,
The only star it hail'd above;
His ear but rang with Hero's song,
"Ye waves, divide not lovers long!"-
That tale is old, but love anew

May nerve young hearts to prove as true. N

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The night hath closed on Helle's stream,
Nor yet hath risen on Ida's hill
That moon, which shone on his high theme:
No warrior chides her peaceful beam,

But conscious shepherds bless it still.
Their flocks are grazing on the mound

Of him who felt the Dardan's arrow: That mighty heap of gather'd ground Which Ammon's 24 son ran proudly round, By nations raised, by monarchs crown'd, Is now a lone and nameless barrow! Within-thy dwelling-place how narrow; Without-can only strangers breathe The name of him that was beneath: Dust long outlasts the storied stone; But thou-thy very dust is gone!

V.

Late, late to-night will Dian cheer
The swain, and chase the boatman's fear;
Till then-no beacon on the cliff

May shape the course of struggling skiff;
The scatter'd lights that skirt the bay
All, one by one, have died away;
The only lamp of this lone hour
Is glimmering in Zuleika's tower.
Yes! there is light in that lone chamber,
And o'er her silken Ottoman
Are thrown the fragrant beads of amber,

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O'er which her fairy fingers ran;
Near these, with emerald rays beset,
(How could she thus that gem forget?)
Her mother's sainted amulet, 26
Whereon engraved the Koorsee text,
Could smooth this life, and win the next;
And by her Comboloio 27 lies
A Koran of illumined dves;

And many a bright emblazon'd rhyme
By Persian scribes redeem'd from time;
And o'er those scrolls, not oft so mute,
Reclines her now neglected lute;
And round her lamp of fretted gold
Bloom flowers in urns of China's mould;
The richest work of Iran's loom,

And Sheeraz' tribute of perfume;

All that can eye or sense delight

Are gather'd in that gorgeous rooin:

But yet it hath an air of gloom.

She, of this Peri cell the sprite,

What doth she hence, and or so rude a night?

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They reach'd at length a grotto, hewn
By nature, but enlarged by art,
Where oft her lute she wont to tune,
And oft her Koran conn'd apart;
And oft in youthful reverie
She dream'd what Paradise might be:
Where woman's parted soul shall go
Her prophet had disdain'd to show;
But Selim's mansion was secure,
Nor deem'd she, could he long endure
His bower in other worlds of bliss,
Without her, most beloved in this!

Oh! who so dear with him could dwell?
What Houri sooth him half so well?

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His robe of pride was thrown aside,
His brow no high-crown'd turban bore,
But in its stead a shawl of red,
Wreathed lightly round, his temples wore:
That dagger, on whose hilt the gem
Were worthy of a diadem,
No longer glitter'd at his waist,
Where pistols unadorn'd were braced;
And from his belt a sabre swung,
And from his shoulder loosely hung
The cloak of white, the thin capote
That decks the wandering Candiote:
Beneath his golden-plated vest
Clung like a cuirass to his breast;
The greaves below his knee that wound

With silvery scales were sheathed and bound.
But were it not that high command

Spake in his eye, and tone, and hand,

All that a careless eye could see
In him was some young Galiongée."

X.

"I said I was not what I seem'd; And now thou seest my words were true:

I have a tale thou hast not dream'd,
If sooth-its truth must others rue.

My story now 't were vain to hide;
I must not see thee Osman's bride:
But had not thine own lips declared
How much of that young heart I shared
I could not, must not, yet have shown
The darker secret of my own.
In this I speak not now of love;
That, let time, truth, and peril prove:
But first-Oh! never wed another-
Zuleika! I am not thy brother!"

XI.

Oh! not my brother!-yet unsay-
God! am I left alone on earth
To mourn-I dare not curse-the day
That saw my solitary birth?

Oh! thou wilt love me now no more!
My sinking heart foreboded ill;
But know me all I was before,

Thy sister-friend-Zuleika still.
Thou led'st me here perchance to kill;
If thou hast cause for vengeance, see
My breast is offer'd-take thy fill!
Far better with the dead to be
Than live thus nothing now to thee:
Perhaps far worse, for now I know
Why Giaffir always seem'd thy foe;
And I alas! am Giaffir's child,
For whom thou wert contemn'd, reviled.
If not thy sister-wouldst thou save
My life, Oh! bid me be thy slave

XII.

"My slave, Zuleika !—nay, I'm thine
But, gentle love, this transport calm.
Thy lot shall yet be link'd with mine;
I swear it by our Prophet's shrine,
And be that thought thy sorrow's balın.
So may the Koran 29 verse display'd
Upon its steel direct my blade,
In danger's hour to guard us both,
As I preserve that awful oath!
The name in which thy heart hath prided
Must change; but, my Zuleika, know,
That tie is widen'd, not divided,
Although thy Sire's my deadliest foe.
My father was to Giaffir all

That Selim late was deem'd to thee;
That brother wrought a brother's fall,
But spared, at least, my infancy;
And lull'd me with a vain deceit
That yet a like return may meet.
He rear'd me, not with tender help,
But like the nephew of a Cain; 13
He watch'd me like a lion's whelp,
That gnaws and yet may break his chain
My father's blood in every vein

Is boiling; but for thy dear sake
No present vengeance will I take;

Though here I must no more remain.
But first, belov'd Zuleika! hear
How Giaffir wrought this deed of fear.

XIII.

"How first their strife to rancour grew,
If love or envy made them foes,
It matters little if I knew;
In fiery spirits, slights, though few

And thoughtless, will disturb repose.
In war Abdallah's arm was strong,
Remember'd yet in Bosniac song,
And Paswan's 31 rebel hordes attest
How little love they bore such guest;

CANTO II.

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"When Paswan, after years of strife,
At last for power, but first for life,
In Widin's walls too proudly sate,
Our Pacha's rallied round the state;
Nor last nor least in high command
Each brother led a separate band;
They gave their horsetails 32 to the wind,
And, mustering in Sophia's plain,
Their tents were pitch'd, their post assign'd;

To one, alas! assign'd vain!

What need of words? the deadly bowl,

By Giaffir's order drugg'd and given, With venom subtle as his soul,

Dismiss'd Abdallah's hence to heaven. Reclined and feverish in the bath,

He, when the hunter's sport was up, But little deem'd a brother's wrath

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To quench his thirst had such a cup: The bowl a bribed attendant bore; He drank one drought, nor needed more! If thou my tale, Zuleika, doubt, Call Haroun-he can tell it out.

XV.

The deed once done, and Paswan's feud
In part suppress'd, though ne'er subdued,
Abdallah's pachalick was gain'd:-
Thou know'st not what in our Divan
Can wealth procure for worse than man-
Abdallah's honours were obtain'd

By him a brother's murder stain'd
"Tis true, the purchase nearly drain'd
His ill-got treasure, soon replaced.

Would'st question whence? Survey the waste,
And ask the squalid peasant how
His gains repay his broiling brow!—
Why me the stern usurper spared,
Why thus with me his palace shared,
I know not. Shame, regret, remorse,
And little fear from infant's force;
Besides, adoption as a son

By him whom Heaven accorded none,
Or some unknown cabal, caprice,
Preserved me thus; but not in peace:
He cannot curb his haughty mood,
Nor I forgive a father's blood.

XVI.

"Within thy father's house are foes;
Not all who break his bread are true:
To these should I my birth disclose,
Ilis days, his very hours were few:
They only want a heart to lead,
A hand to point them to the deed.
But Haroun only knows, or knew

This tale, whose close is almost nigh:
He in Abdallah's palace grew,

And held that post in his Serai Which holds he here-he saw him die: But what could single slavery do? Avenge his lord? alas! too late; Or save his sor. from such a fate? He chose the last, and when elate

With foes subdued, or friends betray'd,
Proud Giaffir in high triumph sate,
He led me helpless to his gate,

And not in vain it seems essay'd
To save the life for which he pray'd.

The knowledge of my birth secured
From all and cach, but most from me;
Thus Giaffir's safety was ensured.

Removed he too from Roumelie
To this our Asiatic side,

Far from our seats by Danube's tide,
With none but Haroun, who retains
Such knowledge-and that Nubian feels
A tyrant's secrets are but chains,
From which the captive gladly steals,
And this and more to me reveals:
Such still to guilt just Alla sends—
Slaves, tools, accomplices-no friends!

XVII.

"All this, Zuleika, harshly sounds;
But harsher still my tale must be:
Howe'er my tongue thy softness wounds,
Yet I must prove all truth to thee.
I saw thee start this garb to see,
Yet is it one I oft have worn,

And long must wear: this Galiongée,
To whom thy plighted vow is sworn,
Is leader of those pirate hordes,

Whose laws and lives are on their swords; To hear whose desolating tale

Would make thy waning cheek more pale;

Those arms thou see'st my band have brought The hards that wield are not remote;

This cup too for the rugged knaves

Is fill'd once quaff'd, they ne'er repine; Our Prophet might forgive the slaves; They 're only infidels in wine.

XVIII.

"What could I be? Proscribed at home,
And taunted to a wish to roam;
And listless left-for Giaffir's fear
Denied the courser and the

spear-
Though oft-Oh, Mahomet! how oft!--
In full Divan the despot scoff'd,
As if my weak unwilling hand
Refused the bridle or the brand:
He ever went to war alone,
And pent me here untried, unknown;
To Haroun's care with women left,

By hope unblest, of fame bereft,
While thou--whose softness long endear'd,
Though it unmann'd me, still had cheer'd-
To Brusa's walls for safety sent,
Awaited'st there the field's event.
Haroun, who saw my spirit pining
Beneath inaction's sluggish yoke,

His captive, though with dread resigning,
My thraldom for a season broke,
On promise to return before
The day when Giaffir's charge was o'er
"Tis vain--my tongue cannot impart
My almost drunkenness of heart,
When first this liberated eye
Survey'd Earth, Ocean, Sun, and Sky,
As if my spirit pierced them through,
And all their inmost wonders knew!
One word alone can paint to thee
That more than feeling--I was Free!
E'en for thy presence ceased to pine;
The World-nay-Heaven itself was mine'

ΧΙΧ.

"The shallop of a trusty Moor
Convey d me from this idle shore;
I long a to see the isles that gem
Old Ocean's purple diadem:

I sought by turns, and saw them all;"
But when and where I join'd the crow

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With whom I'm pledged to rise or fall, When all that we design to do

Is done, 't will then be time more meet To tell thee, when the tale's complete.

xx.

""T is true, they are a lawless brood,
But rough in form, nor mild in mood;
And every creed, and every race,
With them hath found-may find a place:
But open speech, and ready hand,
Obedience to their chief's command;
A soal for every enterprise,
That never sees with terror's eyes;
Friendship for each, and faith to all,
And vengeance vow'd for those who fall,
Have made them fitting instruments
For more than even my own intents.
And some-and I have studied all

Distinguish'd from the vulgar rank,
But chiefly to my counsel call

The wisdom of the cautious Frank-
And some to higher thoughts aspire,

The last of Lambro's 35 patriots there
Anticipated freedom share;

And oft around the cavern fire
On visionary schemes debate,

To snatch the Rayahs 36 from their fate.
So let them ease their hearts with prate
Of equal rights, which man ne'er knew;
I have a love for freedom too.
ly! let me like the ocean-patriarch 3 roam,
Or only know on land the Tartar's home! 38
My tent on shore, my galley on the sea,
Are more than cities and serais to me:
Borne by my steed, or wafted by my sail,
Across the desert, or before the gale,
Bound where thou wilt, my barb! or glide, my prow!
But be the star that guides the wanderer, Thou!
Thou, my Zuleika, share and bless my bark;
The dove of peace and promise to mine ark!
Or, since that hope denied in worlds of strife,
Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life!
The evening beam that smiles the clouds away,
And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray!
Blest--as the Muezzin's strain from Mecca's wall
To pilgrims pure and prostrate at his call:
Soft--as the melody of youthful days,

That steals the trembling tear of speechless praise;
Dear as his native song to exile's ears,
Shall sound each tone thy long-loved voice endears.
For thee in those bright isles is built a bower
Blooming as Aden 39 in its earliest hour.

A thousand swords, with Selim's heart and hand,
Wait-wave--defend--destroy--at thy command!
Girt by my band, Zuleika at my side,
The spoil of nations shall bedeck my bride.
The Haram's languid years of listless ease
Are well resign'd for cares--for joys like these:
Not blind to fate, I see, where'er I rove,
Unnumber'd perils--but one only love!
Yet well my toils shall that fond breast repay,
Though fortune frown, or falser friends betray.
How dear the dream in darkest hours of ill,
Should all be changed, to find thee faithful still!
Be but thy soul, like Selim's, firmly shown;
To thee be Selim's tender as thine own;
To sooth each sorrow, share in each delig!:,
Blend every thought, do all--but disunite!
Once free, 't is mine our horde again to guide;
Friends to each other, foes to aught beside:
Yet there we follow but the bent assign'd
By fatal nature to man's warring kind:
Mark! where his carnage and his conquests cease!
He makes a solitude. and calls it--peace'.

I, like the rest, must use my skill or strength,
But ask no land beyond my sabre's length:
Power sways but by division-her resource
The blest alternative of fraud or force;
Ours be the last; in time deceit may come
When cities cage us in a social home:
There even thy soul might err-how oft the heart
Corruption shakes which peril could not part!
And woman, more than man, when death or wo
Or even disgrace would lay her lover low,
Sunk in the lap of luxury will shame-
Away suspicion! not Zuleika's name.
But life is hazard at the best; and here
No more remains to win, and much to fear;
Yes, fear!-the doubt, the dread of losing thee,
By Osman's power and Giaffir's stern decree.
That dread shall vanish with the favouring gale,
Which love to-night hath promised to my sail :
No danger daunts the pair his smile hath blest,
Their steps still roving, but their hearts at rest.
With thee all toils are sweet, each clime hath charms;
Earth-sea alike--our world within our arms!
Ay-let the loud winds whistle o'er the deck,
So that those arms cling closer round my neck
The deepest murmur of this lip shall be
No sigh for safety, but a prayer for thee!
The war of elements no fears impart
To love, whose deadliest bane is human art:
There lie the only rocks our course can check;
Here moments menace-there are years of wreck '
But hence ye thoughts that rise in Horror's shape!
This hour bestows, or ever bars escape.
Few words remain of mine my tale to close:
Of thine but one to waft us from our foes;
Yea-foes-to me will Giaffir's hate decline?
And is not Osman, who would part us, thine?

ΧΧΙ.

"His head and faith from doubt and death
Return'd in time my guard to save;
Few heard, none told, that o'er the wave
From isle to isle I roved the while:
And since, though parted from my band,
Too seldom now I leave the land,

No deed they 've done, nor deed shall do,
Ere I have heard and doom'd it too:

I form the plan, decree the spoil,
"T is fit I oftener share the toil.
But now too long I've held thine ear;
Time presses, floats my bark, and here
We leave behind but hate and fear.
To-morrow Osman with his train
Arrives-to-night must break thy chain;
And wouldst thou save that haughty Bey,
Perchance his life who gave thee thine,
With me this hour away-away!

But yet, though thou art plighted mine
Wouldst thou recall thy willing vow,
Appall'd by truths imparted now,
Here rest I-not to see thee wed:
But be that peril on my head!"

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Far, wide, through every thicket spread,
The fearful lights are gleaming red;
Nor these alone-for each right hand
Is ready with a sheathless brand.
They part, pursue, return, and wheel
With searching flambeau, shining steel;
And last of all, his sabre waving
Stern Giaffir in his fury raving:
And now almost they touch the cave-
Oh! must that grot be Selim's grave

XXIII.

Dauntless he stood-"t is come-soon past-
One kisa, Zuleika-t is my last :

But yet my band not far from shore
May hear this signal, see the flash;
Yet now too few-the attempt were rash
No matter-yet one effort more."
Forth to the cavern mouth he stept

His pistol's echo rang on high,
Zuleika started not, nor wept,

Despair benumb'd her breast and eye!— They hear me not, or if they ply Their oars, 't is but to see me die; That sound hath drawn my foes more nigh. Then forth my father's scimitar, Thou ne'er hast seen less equal war! Farewell, Zuleika '-Sweet! retire: Yet stay within-here linger safe, At thee his rage will only chafe. Stir not-lest even to thee perchance Some erring blade or ball should glance. Fear'st thou for him?-may I expire If in this strife I seek thy sire! No-though by him that poison pour'd; No-though again he call me coward! But tamely shall I meet their steel? No-as each crest save his may feel!"

XXIV.

One bound he made, and gain'd the sand:
Already at his feet hath sunk
The foremost of the prying band,

A gasping head, a quivering trunk:
Another falls-but round him close
A swarming circle of his foes;
From right to left his path he cleft,

And almost met the meeting wave:
His boat appears-not five oars' length-
His comrades strain with desperate strength-
Oh! are they yet in time to save?
His feet the foremost breakers lave;
His band are plunging in the bay,
Their sabres glitter through the spray;
Wet-wild-unwearied to the strand
They struggle-now they touch the land!
They come 't is but to add to slaughter-
His heart's best blood is on the water.

XXV.

Escaped from shot, unharm'd by steel,
Or scarcely grazed its force to feel,
Had Selim won, betray'd, beset,

To where the strand and billows met:
There as his last step left the land,
And the last death-blow dealt his hand-
Ah! wherefore did he turn to look

For her his eye but sought in vain?
That pause, that fatal gaze he took,

Hath doom'd his death, or fix'd his chain. Sad proof, in peril and in pain, How late will lover's hope remain! His back was to the dashing spray; Behind, but close, his comrades lay,

When, at the instant, hiss'd the ball-
"So may the foes of Giaffir fall!"
Whose voice is heard? whose carbine rang"
Whose bullet through the night-air sang,
Too nearly, deadly aim'd to err?
"T is thine-Abdallah's murderer!
The father slowly rued thy hate,
The son hath found a quicker fate:
Fast from his breast the blood is bubbling,
The whiteness of the sea-foam troubling--
If aught his lips essay'd to groan,
The rushing billows chok'd the tone!

XXVI.

Morn slowly rolls the clouds away;

Few trophies of the fight are there: The shouts that shook the midnight bay Are silent; but some signs of fray

That strand of strife may bear, And fragments of each shiver'd brand; Steps stamp'd; and dash'd into the sand The print of many a struggling hand

May there be mark'd; nor far remote A broken torch, an oarless boat; And tangled on the weeds that heap The beach where shelving to the deep

There lies a white capote!

"T is rent in twain-one dark-red stain
The wave yet ripples o'er in vain:
But where is he who wore?
Ye! who would o'er his relics weep,
Go, seek them where the surges sweep
Their burden round Sigum's steep,

And cast on Lemnos' shore:
The sea-birds shriek above the prey,
O'er which their hungry beaks delay
As shaken on his restless pillow,

His head heaves with the heaving billow;
That hand, whose motion is not life,
Yet feebly seems to menace strife,
Flung by the tossing tide on high,
Then levell'd with the wave-
What recks it, though that corse shall lie
Within a living grave?.

The bird that tears that prostrate form

Hath only robb'd the meaner worm;

The only heart, the only eye

Had bled or wept to see him die,

Had seen those scatter'd limbs composed,

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And mourn'd above his turban-stone, 40 That heart hath burst-that eye was closed--Yea-closed before his own!

XXVII.

By Helle's stream there is a voice of wail! And woman's eye is wet-man's cheek is pale, Zuleika! last of Giaffir's race,

Thy destined lord is come too late, He sees not-ne'er shall see thy face! Can he not hear

The loud Wul-wulleh 41 warn his distant ear? Thy handmaids weeping at the gate,

The Koran-chaunters of the hymn of fate, The silent slaves with folded arms that wan Sighs in the hall, and shrieks upon the gale, Tell him thy tale!

Thou didst not view thy Selim fall!

That fearful moment when he left the cave Thy heart grew chill:

He was thy hope-thy joy-thy love-thine allAnd that last thought on him thou couldst not save

Sufficed to kill;

Burst forth in one wild cry-and all was still. Peace to thy broken heart, and virgin grave!

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