THE GIAOUR.

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Who falls in battle ’gainst a Giaour 745Is worthiest an immortal bower.

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But thou, false Infidel ! shall writheBeneath avenging Monkir’s ^ scythe;

And from its torment ’scape aloneTo wander round lost Eblis’ 36 throne; y 5 oAnd /ire unqucnch’d, unquenchable,Around,, within, thy heart shall dwell;

Nor car can hear nor tongue can tellThe tortures of that inward hell!

But first, on earth as Vampire 37 sent, 755Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent:

Then ghastly haunt thy native place,

And suck the blood of all tby race;

There from tby daughter, sister, wife.

At midnight drain the stream of life; 760Yet loathe the banquet which perforceMust feed tby livid living corse:

Tby victims ere they yet expireShall know the damTun lor their sire;

As cursing thee, thou cursing them, 765Thy ilowers arc wither'd on the stem.

But one that for thy crime must fall.

The youngest; most beloved of all,

Shall bless thee with a Jather’s name —That word shall wrap thy heart in llame!Yet must thou end thy task, and mark 771