And then broke in the Sabbath chime of bells— And the old man, & his descendants went Together to the house of God. I joined The well apparell'd crowd. The holy man Rose solemnly, & breathed the prayer of faith— And the gray saint, just on the wing for heaven— And the fair maid—and the bright haired young man— And child of curling locks, just taught to close The lash of its blue eye the while; —all kneltIn attitude of prayer—and then the hymn, Sincere in its low melody, went

Canto I, section XI But is Zuleika’s love forgot? Ah! deem I right? the Pacha’s plan— This kinsman Bey of Carasman Perhaps may prove some foe of thine. If so, I swear by Mecca’s shrine, If shrines that ne’er approach allow To woman’s step admit her vow, Without thy free consent, command, The Sultan should not have my hand! Think’st thou that I could bear to part With thee, & learn to halve my heart? Ah! were I severed from thy side, Where were thy friend—and who my guide? Yea

There be none of Beauty’s daughters With a magic like thee; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet voice to me; When, as if its sound were causing The charmed ocean’s pausing, The waves lie still & gleaming, And the lull’d winds seem dreaming. And the midnight moon is weaving Her bright chain o’er the deep; Whose breast is gently heaving, As an infant’s asleep: So the spirit bows before thee, To listen and adore thee; With a full but soft emotion, Like the swell of Summer’

Graham’s Magazine, Vol. XXI, No. 2, August 1842. Sultana! Sultana! thy watch is in vain— With the sun that is setting in gloom o’er the main The empire from Selim is passing away: Ho! up with Mustapha! Death waits on delay! The morning that broke on the spires of SallesSaw his ships ride triumphant upon the blue sea; But the foam of the waves, ere the noon, was made red With the blood of the wounded, the dying and dead. They came from the mountains, as sand on the gale That s

Also known as “Weeping Mary” or “Mary at the Tomb, based on John 20:11–16. Mary to the Saviour’s tomb, Hastened at the early dawn, Spice she brought & sweet perfume; But the Lord she loved was gone. Lingering, for awhile she stood, Filled with sorrow and surprise; Trembling, while a crystal flood, Issued from her weeping eyes. But her sorrows quickly fled, When she heard the Saviour’s voice; Christ has risen from the dead, Now he bids her heart rejoice. What a change his love