"But in one chamber, where our path must lead "There sleeps he must not wake pressor Seyd!" the op "Gulnare Gulnare I never felt till now "My abject fortune, withered fame so low: 1530 "Seyd is mine enemy: had swept my band "From earth with ruthless but with open hand, "And therefore came I, in bark of war, my "To smite the smiter with the scimitar; "Such is my weapon - not the secret knife - "Who spares a woman's seeks not slumber's life. "Thine saved I gladly, Lady, not for this "Let me not deem that mercy shewn amiss. "Now fare thee well breast! more peace be with thy "Night wears apace-my last of earthly rest!" 1540 "Rest! Rest! by sunrise must thy sinews shake, "And thy limbs writhe around the ready stake. "I heard the order -- saw I will not see "If thou wilt perish, I will fall with thee. love my hatred all below "My life my "Are on this cast Corsair! 'tis but a blow! "Without it flight were idle how evade "His sure pursuit? my wrongs too unrepaid, "My youth disgraced years, the long, long wasted "One blow shall cancel with our future fears; 1550 "But since the dagger suits thee less than brand, "I'll try the firmness of a female hand. "Corsair! we meet in safety or no more; IX. shroud." She turned, and vanished ere he could reply, sound, 1560 Since bar and bolt no more his steps preclude, He, fast as fettered limbs allow, pursued. "'Twas dark and winding, and he knew not where That passage led; nor lamp nor guard were there: He sees a dusky glimmering shall he seek Or shun that ray so indistinct and weak? Chance guides his steps a freshness seems to bear Full on his brow, as if from morning air He reached an open gallery on his eye Gleamed the last star of night, the clearing sky: 1570 She at last! 'tis Again he looked, the wildness of her eye 1580 She stopped threw back her dark far-floating hair, That nearly veiled her face and bosom fair: Above some object of her doubt or dread. Its hue was all he saw, and scarce withstood Oh! slight but certain pledge of crime blood! 'tis 1590 He had been tempted chastened— and the chain but then It flowed in combat, or was shed by men! 1600 XI. "Tis done he nearly waked but it is done "Corsair! he perished — thou art dearly won. “All words would now be vain — away — away! "Our bark is tossing -'tis already day. “The few gained over, now are wholly mine, "An these thy yet surviving band shall join: "Anon my voice shall vindicate my hand, "When once our sail forsakes this hated strand.” Silent but quick they stoop, his chains unbind; The city lies behind they speed, they reach Yet lived to view the doom his ire decreed. XIII. Embarked, the sail unfurled, the light breeze blew How much had Conrad's memory to review! Where last he anchored reared its giant shape. Ah! since that fatal night, though brief the time, |