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THE GIAOUR.

«Mc, not from mercy, did they spare,

<»But this empurpled pledge to hear. 720«Peace to the brave! whose blood is spill:«Woe to the Giaour! for Ids the guilt.”

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A turban ^3 carv’d in coarsest stone,

A pillar with rank weeds o’ergrown,

W hereon cau now be scarcely read 7 25The Koran verse that mourns the dead,Point out the spot where Uassan fellA victim in that lonely dell.

There sleeps as true an Osmanlic

As e’er at Mecca bent the knee; «3o

As ever scorn’d forbidden wine.

Or pray'd with face towards the shrine,

In orisons resumed anewAt solemn sound of «Alla Ilu! 5 ’ 33Yet died he by a stranger’s band.

And stranger in his native land ;

Yet died he as in arms he stood,

And unaveng’d, at least in blood.

But him the maids of ParadiseImpatient to their halls invite,

And the dark Heaven of Houri’s eyesOn him shall glance for ever bright;

They come— their kerchiefs green they wave, 34And welcome with a kiss the brave \

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