The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore Collected by Himself. In Ten Volumes |
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Far different now the scene—a waste
Of Libyan sands, by moonlight's ray;
An ancient well, whereon were traced,
The warning words, for such as stray
Unarmed there, “Drink and away!”
While, near it, from the night-ray screen'd,
And like his bells, in hush'd repose,
A camel slept—young as if wean'd
When last the star, Canopus, rose.
Of Libyan sands, by moonlight's ray;
An ancient well, whereon were traced,
The warning words, for such as stray
Unarmed there, “Drink and away!”
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And like his bells, in hush'd repose,
A camel slept—young as if wean'd
When last the star, Canopus, rose.
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