ORNAMENTAL TITLE-PAGE 167
[In part from the binding of a “Shah Namah,” in the East India
House Library.]
And sits alone in that high bower
Watching the still and shining deep. 169
“Oh! ever thus, from childhood’s hour,
I’ve seen my fondest hopes decay.” 181
“Here, maiden, look—weep—blush to see
All that thy sire abhors in me!” 185
Fiercely he broke away, nor stopp’d,
Nor look’d—but from the lattice dropp’d. 189
The morn hath risen clear and calm,
And o’er the Green Sea palely shines. 192
’Tis HAFED—name of fear, whose sound
Chills like the muttering of a charm! 197
His Chiefs stood round—each shining blade
Upon the broken altar laid. 205
“This very night his blood shall steep
These hands all over ere I sleep!” 211
And o’er the wide, tempestuous wave
Looks, with a shudder, to those towers. 216
And snatch’d her breathless from beneath
This wilderment of wreck and death. 222
Shuddering, she look’d around—there lay
A group of warriors in the sun. 227
“Tremble not, love, thy Gheber’s here!” 233