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miscellaneous poems.
And his life-blood flowed faster!—Oh! who would defend
His bride, from the arts of his false perjured friend?
His bride, from the arts of his false perjured friend?
"False craven!"—he shouted; dilated his eye,
As he uttered the words of his dread prophecy;—
"Thy bones soon shall whiten on Palestine land;
Nay, think not of home, thou wilt ne'er reach its strand:
The plague is upon thee—I see it—I feel!
Its pangs are far keener than glittering steel;
Onelia, Oneila—to thee, love, I come—
We will rove by the cool-flowing fountains—our home
Is fair, love," he murmured.—In death now recline
The victor and vanquished, in far Palestine.
As he uttered the words of his dread prophecy;—
"Thy bones soon shall whiten on Palestine land;
Nay, think not of home, thou wilt ne'er reach its strand:
The plague is upon thee—I see it—I feel!
Its pangs are far keener than glittering steel;
Onelia, Oneila—to thee, love, I come—
We will rove by the cool-flowing fountains—our home
Is fair, love," he murmured.—In death now recline
The victor and vanquished, in far Palestine.
