CANTO THE FIRST II |
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CANTO THE FIRSTII
Begirt with many a gallant slave,
Apparell`d as becomes the brave,
Awaiting each his lord`s behest
To guide his steps, or guard his rest,
Old Giaffir sate in his Divan:
Deep thought was in his aged eye;
And though the face of Mussulman
Not oft betrays to standers by
The mind within, well skill`d to hide
All but unconquerable pride,
His pensive cheek and pondering brow
Did more than he wont avow.
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