. Ballads. ng, like; the >lonii- r;ick oer tlic ,Wh(;n tlioii loilcst in tlio vanwnnl of the jMoorlsh cliiviiliy ;How thy razzia was a wliirhvind, thy onset a simoom,How thy sword-sweep was the lightning, dealing dialli from out the gloom! Nor less (|iilck to slay in liattle than in peace to spare an<l brave men wisest counsellor, of wise counsellois most brave;How the eye that flashed destruction could beam gentleness and love,How lion in thee mated lamb, how eagle mated dove! Avail<!!d not or steel or shot gainst that charmed life cunning France, in last res
. Ballads. ng, like; the >lonii- r;ick oer tlic ,Wh(;n tlioii loilcst in tlio vanwnnl of the jMoorlsh cliiviiliy ;How thy razzia was a wliirhvind, thy onset a simoom,How thy sword-sweep was the lightning, dealing dialli from out the gloom! Nor less (|iilck to slay in liattle than in peace to spare an<l brave men wisest counsellor, of wise counsellois most brave;How the eye that flashed destruction could beam gentleness and love,How lion in thee mated lamb, how eagle mated dove! Avail<!!d not or steel or shot gainst that charmed life cunning France, in last resource, tossed up the golden lure;And the carrion buzzards rountl liim stooped, faithless, to the the wild hawk of the desert is caught and caged at last. Weep, maidens of Zerifah, above the laden loom! Scar, chieftains of Al Elmali, your cheeks in grief and gloom!Sons of the Beni Snazam, throw down the useless stoop your necks and bare your backs to yoke and scourjxe of France! /<- 104 AT TOULON. T was not in ligliL tiny 1m)1<! Iiiin down; lie never crietl 0711(01 ;lie never sank his swoni before tlic Prinee of Franp^histan!Hill with traitors all arouml him, liis star n|)on tlie heard tiie voiee of Allaii, :iw\ \\i would not strive; in vain. They gave him what he asked them; from king to kin^ he one that plighted word and seal not knoweth how to hr(!ak; Let me pass from out my deserts, bet mine own eiioice where to go,I brook no fettered life to live, a captive and a show. And they promised, and he trusted them, and jn-outl and calm he came,Upon his black mare riding, girt with his sword of steed, good sword, he rendered both unto the Fraukish throng;He knew them false and fickle — but a Princes word is strong. How have they kept their promise? Turned the}- the ves-sels prow Unto Acre, Alexandria, as they have sworn een now? Not so: from Oran northwards the white sails gleam andglance. And the wild hawk of
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