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Wild as his land, in native deserts bred,
The villain Arab, as he prowls for prey,
Oft marks with blood and wasting flames the way : Yet none so cruel as the Tartar foe,
To death inur'd, and nurst in scenes of woe.'
He said; when loud along the vale was heard A shriller shriek; and nearer fires appear'd: Th' affrighted shepherds, through the dews of night, Wide o'er the moon-light hills renew'd their flight.
OR, THE ABSENT LOVER.
AN ARABIAN ECLOGUE.
KORASA's tribe, a frequent wandering train
The loveliest nymph of Yemen's sportive maids!
Her parting hand her fair companions press'd;
But gallant Zerad ill her absence bore, A wealthy emir from Katara's shore; A warrior he, the bravest of his race; A bard high-honour'd in his native place; Age oft learn'd knowledge from his tuneful tongue, And listening Beauty languish'd while he sung. What time the tribes in camp contiguous lay, Oft with the Fair-one he was wont to stray; There oft for her fresh fruits and flowers he sought, And oft her flocks to crystal fountains brought!
Where the tall palm-grove grac'd Alzobah's green, And sable tents in many a rank were seen; While Evening's steps the setting Sun pursued, And the still fields her balmy tears bedew'd; The pensive Lover, there reclin'd apart, Indulg'd the sorrows of his anxious heart. His graceful head the costly turban dress'd; The crimson sash confin'd his azure vest:
His hand the sounding arabeb sustain'd;
'Bright star of Sora's sky, whose matchless blaze, Gilds thy proud tribe with mild benignant rays! Sweet flower of Azem's vale, whose matchless bloom O'er thy fam'd house spreads exquisite perfume! Blithe fawn of Kosa, at the break of dawn, Midst groves of Cassia, sporting on the lawn! Too charming Beauty! why must I bemoan Thee from my presence thus abruptly flown? Ere the shrill trump to march the signal gave, And banners high in air began to wave;
Ere the tall camel felt his wonted load,
And herds and flocks slow mov'd along the road;
My friends, they come my sorrows to allayAzor the wise, and Soliman the gay
One cries, Let reason hold her sober reign,
Ah, cease,' said I, of love he little knows,
Who with sage counsel hopes to cure its woes!
Or Perath's lion quit his trembling prey :
But Omman's pearls diffuse a brighter beam.
"O lov'd Semira! whither dost thou rove? Tread thy soft steps by Sada's jasmine grove? Dost thou thy flocks on Ocah's mountain keep? Do Ared's olives whisper o'er thy sleep?
Ah, no!—the maid, perhaps, remote from these,
Till grief my cheek with sickly saffron spread,
Bring my strong lance, that ne'er impell'd in vain,
Across the desert, I her steps pursue ;
Toil at my side, and danger in my view!
The fiery storm involves the hapless throng,