TIIF. GIAOUR.

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* "Yet all T then could give, I gave,

"’Twas some relief, our foe a grave.

"Ilia death sits lightly; but her fate"Has made me —what thou well may’stbate."His doom was seal’d — he knew it well, 107$"Warn’d by the voice of stem Tahocr,

' Deep in whose darkly boding ear 4 # y"The deathshot peal’d of murder near,

"As died the troop to where they fell!

"lie died too in the battle broil, 1080

" A time that heeds uor pain nor toil;

"One cry to Mahomet for aid,

"One prayer to Alla all he made:

"11c knew and cross’d me in the fray —

"I gazed upon him where he lay, io 85"And watched his spirit ebb away:

"Though pierced like Pard by hunters’ steel,"He felt not half that now l feel.

"I search'd, but vainly search’d, to find"The workings of a wounded mind; 1090"Kach feature of that sullen corse"Betrayed his rage, but no remorse.

"Oh. what had Vengeance given to trace"Despair upon his dying face!

"The late repentance of that hour, 1095"When Penitence hath lost her power"To tear one terror from the grave,

"And will not soothe, and can uot save.»«***«*