The Bakchesarian Fountain and Other Poems

Mute sat Giray, with downcast eye, As though some spell in sorrow bound him,His slavish courtiers thronging nigh, In sad expectance stood around him.The lips of all had silence sealed, Whilst, bent on him, each look observant, Saw grief's deep trace and passion ferventUpon his gloomy brow revealed. But the proud Khan his dark eye raising, And on the courtiers fiercely gazing,Gave signal to them to begone!The chief, unwitnessed and alone, Now yields him to his bosom's smart,Deeper upon...
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Mute sat Giray, with downcast eye, As though some spell in sorrow bound him,His slavish courtiers thronging nigh, In sad expectance stood around him.The lips of all had silence sealed, Whilst, bent on him, each look observant, Saw grief's deep trace and passion ferventUpon his gloomy brow revealed. But the proud Khan his dark eye raising, And on the courtiers fiercely gazing,Gave signal to them to begone!The chief, unwitnessed and alone, Now yields him to his bosom's smart,Deeper upon his brow severe Is traced the anguish of his heart;As full fraught clouds on mirrors clear Reflected terrible appear!