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Then pledg'd we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore, From my home and my weeping friends never to part;

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 stayBut sorrow return'd with the dawning of morn, And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away.

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THE TURKISH LADY.

'Twas the hour when rites unholy

Call'd each Paynim voice to pray'r,

And the star that faded slowly

Left to dews the freshen'd air.

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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.

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Tell me, captive, why in anguish

'Foes have dragg'd thee here to dwell,

• Where poor Christians as they languish

Hear no sound of sabbath bell?'

''Twas on Transylvania's Bannat

When the crescent shone afar,

Like a pale disastrous planet

'O'er the purple tide of war

In that day of desolation,

'Lady, I was captive made;

'Bleeding for my Christian nation

• By the walls of high Belgrade.'

'Captive! could the brightest jewel

From my turban set thee free ?'

'Lady, no!-the gift were cruel,

'Ransom'd, yet if reft of thee.

'Say, fair princess! would it grieve thee

'Christian climes should we behold ?'

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,

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