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ARCHERS AND ARCHES.

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(From the Ottoman.)

Turn away those eye-brows,
Archer of the glossy ebon bow!
Look not thus on my brows!
Mine are clouds that dull the orbs below,
Or deserted bridges,
Underneath whose dreary arches flow,
In unresting ridges,
Evermore the waters of deep woe.