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I know thee not, I loathe thy race,
But in thy hneaments I trace
What Time shall strengthen, not efface:
Though young and pale, that sallow front
Is scathed by fiery Passion's brunt;
Though bent on earth thine evil eye,[lower-roman 1]
As meteor-like thou glidest by.
Right well I view and deem thee one
Whom Othman's sons should slay or shun.

On—on he hastened, and he drew 200
My gaze of wonder as he flew: [lower-roman 2]
Though like a Demon of the night
He passed, and vanished from my sight,
His aspect and his air impressed
A troubled memory on my breast,
And long upon my startled ear
Rung his dark courser's hoofs of fear.
He spurs his steed; he nears the steep.
That, jutting, shadows o'er the deep;
He winds around; he hurries by; 210
The rock relieves him from mine eye;
For, well I ween, unwelcome he
Whose glance is fixed on those that flee ;
And not a star but shines too bright

  1. Though scarcely marked.—,—[MS.]
  2. With him my wonder as he flew.—[MS.]
    With him my roused and wondering view.—[MS. erased.]

    associated with the Arabic jawr, a "deviating" or "erring," the initial consonant would be soft, but if with the Persian gawr, or guebrey "a fire-worshipper," the word should be pronounced Gow-er—as Gower Street has come to be pronounced. It is to be remarked that to the present day the Nestorians of Urumiah are contemned as Gy-ours (the G hard), by their Mohammedan country- men. — (From information kindly supplied by Mr, A. G. Ellis, of the Oriental Printed Books and MSS. Department, British Museum.)]