CANTO THE SECOND XIII |
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CANTO THE SECONDXIII
"How first their strife to rancour grew,
If love or envy made them foes,
It matters little if I knew;
In fiery spirits, slights, though few
And thoughtless, will disturb repose.
In war Abdallah`s arm was strong,
Remember`d yet in Bosniac song,
And Paswan`s rebel hordes attest
How little love they bore such guest:
His death is all I need relate,
The stern effect of Giaffir`s hate;
And how my birth disclosed to me,
Whate`er beside it makes, hath made me free.
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