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Then pledg'd we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore,
From my home and my weeping friends never to
My little ones kiss'd me a thousand times o'er,
And my wife sobb'd aloud in her fulness of heart.
Stay, stay with us—rest, thou art weary and worn;
And fain was their war-broken soldier to stay~
But sorrow return'd with the dawning of morn,
And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away.
THE TURKISH LADY.
'Twas the hour when rites unholy
Callid each Paynim voice to pray'r,
And the star that faded slowly
Left to dews the freshen'd air.
Day her sultry fires had wasted,
Calm and sweet the moonlight rose:
Ev'n a captive's spirit tasted
Half oblivion of his woes.,
Then 'twas from an Emir's palace
Came an eastern lady bright:
She, in spite of tyrants jealous,
Saw and lov'd an English knight.
Tell me, captive, why in anguish
• Foes have dragg’d thee here to dwell,
Christians as they languish
• Hear no sound of sabbath bell?'
• Nay, bold knight! I would not leave thee
• Were thy ransom paid in gold!'
Now in Heaven's blue expansion
Rose the midnight star to view,
When to quit her father's mansion,
Thrice she wept, and bade adieu !
• Fly we then, while none discover!
• Tyrant barks, in vain ye ride!
Soon at Rhodes the British lover
Clasp'd his blooming Eastern bride.