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And still she goes, at midnight hour,
And oft the hateful carrion-bird, '.
Was all she saw, was all she heard.
'Tis the eighth morn - Al Hassan's brow...
Is brighten’d with unusual joy - "
Who never smiles but to destroy ? ...
8 " It is observed, with respect to the Sea of Herkend, that when it is tossed by tempestuous winds it sparkles like fire." - Travels of two Mohammedans.
“ Up, daughter, up— the Kerna's' breath
“ Without whose aid the links accurst, 66 That bind these impious slaves, would be
« Too strong for Alla's self to burst ! “ That rebel fiend, whose blade has spread 6 My path with piles of Moslem dead,
9 A kind of trumpet;- it “ was that used by Tamerlane, the sound of which is described as uncommonly dreadful, and so loud as to be heard at the distance of several miles." —Richardson.
“ Whose baffling spells had almost driven " Back from their course the Swords of Heaven, 66 This night, with all his band, shall know 66 How deep an Arab's steel can go, “ When God and Vengeance speed the blow.. 66 And — Prophet! – by that holy wreath “ Thou wor’st on OHOD's field of death,' “ I swear, for every sob that parts 66 In anguish from these heathen hearts, 66 A gem from Persia's plunder'd mines “ Shall glitter on thy Shrine of Shrines. 66 But ha! — she sinks — that look so wild “ Those livid lips — my child, my child, 66 This life of blood befits not thee, " And thou must back to ARABY.
66 Ne’er had I risk'd thy timid sex 66 In scenes that man himself might dread, “ Had I not hop'd our every tread
6 Would be on prostrate Persian necks – “ Curst race, they offer swords instead!
1 « Mohammed had two helmets, an interior and exterior one; the latter of which, called Al Mawashah, the fillet, wreath, or wreathed garland, he wore at the battle of Ohod.” — Universal History.
“ But cheer thee, maid, — the wind that now “ Is blowing o'er thy feverish brow, 6 To-day shall waft thee from the shore; “ And, ere a drop of this night's gore “ Have time to chill in yonder towers, 6 Thou'lt see thy own sweet Arab bowers !"
His bloody boast was all too true —
He liv'd, and, in the face of morn, inn . Laugh'd them and Faith and Heaven to scorn!
Oh for a tongue to curse the slave, :1 en
Whose treason, like a deadly blight, Comes o'er the councils of the brave,
And blasts them in their hour of might! May Life's unblessed cup for him. .... Be drugg’d with treacheries to the brim, – With hopes, that but allure to fly,..., vonio
With joys, that vanish while he sips, ., 's. Like Dead-Sea fruits, that tempt the eye,
But turn to ashes on the lips!..... ... His country's curse, his children's shame, Outcast of virtue, peace, and fame, -'. May he, at last, with lips of flame On the parch'd desert thirsting diem..... While lakes that shone in mockery nigh Are fading off, untouch'd, úntasted, ...u Like the once glorious hopes he blasted ! And, when from earth his spirit Alies, :
Just Prophet, let the damn'd-one dwel Full in the sight of Paradise, i
Beholding heaven, and feeling hell! !