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SCENE a Mountain in Circassia TIME Midnight	A
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In fair Circassia where to love inclined	B
Each swain was blest for every maid was kind	B
At that still hour when awful midnight reigns	C
And none but wretches haunt the twilight plains	C
What time the moon had hung her lamp on high	D
And passed in radiance through the cloudless sky	D
Sad o'er the dews two brother shepherds fled	E
Where wildering fear and desperate sorrow led	E
Fast as they pressed their flight behind them lay	F
Wide ravaged plains and valleys stole away	F
Along the mountain's bending sides they ran	G
Till faint and weak Secander thus began	G
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SECANDER	H
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O stay thee Agib for my feet deny	D
No longer friendly to my life to fly	D
Friend of my heart O turn thee and survey	F
Trace our sad flight through all its length of way	F
And first review that long extended plain	I
And yon wide groves already passed with pain	I
Yon ragged cliff whose dangerous path we tried	J
And last this lofty mountain's weary side	J
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AGIB	K
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Weak as thou art yet hapless must thou know	L
The toils of flight or some severer woe	L
Still as I haste the Tartar shouts behind	B
And shrieks and sorrows load the saddening wind	B
In rage of heart with ruin in his hand	M
He blasts our harvests and deforms our land	M
Yon citron grove whence first in fear we came	N
Droops its fair honours to the conquering flame	N
Far fly the swains like us in deep despair	H
And leave to ruffian bands their fleecy care	H
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SECANDER	H
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Unhappy land whose blessings tempt the sword	O
In vain unheard thou call'st thy Persian Lord	O
In vain thou court'st him helpless to thine aid	P
To shield the shepherd and protect the maid	P
Far off in thoughtless indolence resigned	B
Soft dreams of love and pleasure soothe his mind	B
Midst fair sultanas lost in idle joy	Q
No wars alarm him and no fears annoy	Q
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AGIB	K
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Yet these green hills in summer's sultry heat	R
Have lent the monarch oft a cool retreat	R
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Sweet to the sight is Zabran's flowery plain	I
And once by maids and shepherds loved in vain	I
No more the virgins shall delight to rove	S
By Sargis' banks or Irwan's shady grove	S
On Tarkie's mountain catch the cooling gale	T
Or breathe the sweets of Aly's flowery vale	T
Fair scenes but ah no more with peace possessed	U
With ease alluring and with plenty blest	U
No more the shepherds' whitening tents appear	H
Nor the kind products of a bounteous year	H
No more the date with snowy blossoms crowned	V
But Ruin spreads her baleful fires around	V
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SECANDER	H
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In vain Circassia boasts her spicy groves	W
For ever famed for pure and happy loves	X
In vain she boasts her fairest of the fair	H
Their eyes' blue languish and their golden hair	H
Those eyes in tears their fruitless grief must send	Y
Those hairs the Tartar's cruel hand shall rend	Y
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AGIB	K
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Ye Georgian swains that piteous learn from far	H
Circassia's ruin and the waste of war	H
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Some weightier arms than crooks and staves prepare	H
To shield your harvests and defend your fair	H
The Turk and Tartar like designs pursue	Z
Fixed to destroy and steadfast to undo	Z
Wild as his land in native deserts bred	Y
By lust incited or by malice led	Y
The villain Arab as he prowls for prey	H
Oft marks with blood and wasting flames the way	H
Yet none so cruel as the Tartar foe	L
To death inured and nursed in scenes of woe	L
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He said when loud along the vale was heard	Y
A shriller shriek and nearer fires appeared	Y
The affrighted shepherds through the dews of night	Y
Wide o'er the moonlight hills renewed their flight	Y

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