ODE XXVII.

We read the flying courser's name

Upon his side, in marks of flame;

And, by their turbaned brows alone,

The warriors of the East are known.

But in the lover's glowing eyes,

The inlet to his bosom lies;

Through them we see the small faint mark,

Where Love has dropt his burning spark!

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