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AMIR KHAN.
A fear that Heaven in wrath had made
That face with seraph-charms arrayed,
And then denied in mockery there
To breathe upon a face so fair!
Without that spark of heavenly flame,
Which burns unchanging, still the same;
Without that bright ethereal charm;
O! what were beauty's angel form?
That face with seraph-charms arrayed,
And then denied in mockery there
To breathe upon a face so fair!
Without that spark of heavenly flame,
Which burns unchanging, still the same;
Without that bright ethereal charm;
O! what were beauty's angel form?
The breeze as it sweeps o'er the poisonous flower,
Dripping with night's damp, blistering shower,
Laden with woe, disease, and death,
Fading youth's bloom with its passing breath,
Blighting each flower of various hue,
Ne'er o'er its fated victim threw
So dark a shade, a cloud so drear,
As hovered o'er the Subahdar.
Dripping with night's damp, blistering shower,
Laden with woe, disease, and death,
Fading youth's bloom with its passing breath,
Blighting each flower of various hue,
Ne'er o'er its fated victim threw
So dark a shade, a cloud so drear,
As hovered o'er the Subahdar.
Cool and refreshing sighs the breeze
Through the long walk of tzinnar-trees,8
And cool upon the water's breast
The pale moon rocks herself to rest,—
Yes! calmer, brighter, cooler far
Than the fevered brow of the Subahdar!
Through the long walk of tzinnar-trees,8
And cool upon the water's breast
The pale moon rocks herself to rest,—
Yes! calmer, brighter, cooler far
Than the fevered brow of the Subahdar!
Amreta was fair as the morning beam,
As it glides o'er the wave of the Wuller's stream,9
But O! she was cold as the marble floor
That glitters beneath the nightly shower.
As it glides o'er the wave of the Wuller's stream,9
But O! she was cold as the marble floor
That glitters beneath the nightly shower.
Where was that eye which none could scan,
Which once belonged to Amir Khan?
Which once belonged to Amir Khan?
