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 Ancient Persian Fire-Altar, &c. &c. 236 ’Twas one of those ambrosial eves A day of storm so often leaves. 238 Breathless she stands, with eyes cast down. 241 He felt it—deeply felt—and stood, As if the tale had frozen his blood. 248 A signal, deep and dread as those The storm-fiend at his rising blows. 254 As mute they pass’d before the flame To light their torches as they pass’d. 256 They come—that plunge into the water Gives signal for the work of slaughter. 263 “Now, Freedom’s God! I come to Thee.” 269 Where still she fix’d her dying gaze,— And, gazing, sunk into the wave. 274 “Farewell—farewell to thee, ARABY’S daughter!” 277 THE LIGHT OF THE HARAM. ORNAMENTAL TITLE-PAGE 283 [From porcelain and illuminated MSS.] Or to see it by moonlight,—when mellowly shines The light o’er its palaces, gardens, and shrines. 285 He saw, in the wreaths she would playfully snatch From the hedges, a glory his crown could not match. 291 Such cloud it is that now hangs over The heart of the Imperial Lover. 295