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That o’er his eye, when rous’d by wrath or fame,

Flash’d (like the lightning hurl’d from heav’nly arm,

When hush’d each wind, on ocean’s azure calm),

And, with a blaze that pierc’d the bosom’s core,

Made it still fiercer from the peace before:

And, had he mark’d the form, the tow’ring crest,330

The gait, that spurn’d the vile earth which it prest,

Oh! he would cry,—“Sure Glory’s charms alone

“Can call this youth of mightiness her own.”

As glares some lion on his num’rous foe;

So here and there bright flash’d his eye-ball’s glow:

Upon the guards who held him, first it beam’d;

Then to the Sultan’s lofty form it gleam’d:

Alvante met the fire with steady eye,

Which darted back the flame of majesty,339

Then, turning to the guards,—“Ye’ve speeded well,

“Where met ye this young warrior?—Sadi, tell.”—

With lowly salem, the time-serving man,

Pimp to his master’s vices, thus began:—

VIII.

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