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1. Nourmahal and the Fairy.
“Oh! lady, oh, lady the moonbeam is clear,And these flow'rs are wet with its earliest dew,
And the spell that I weave thee, is sparkling and fair,
And its brightness, dear lady, is kindling for you!
Soon shall the heart you seek,
Tremble before you,
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Bid him adore you!
As the hue of this flow'r,
Shall the hope of thy heart,
Bloom forth with new pow'r,
In smiles to impart,
To thy cheek all its glow,
To thine eye all its fire,
'Till the rover shall know
All his former desire.
Oh, lady then fly with the wreath that I twine,
For if morning but smiles on its fold, thou'rt lost;
And the warm summer glance, he would deem now divine,
Beneath its lone brightness, no longer would shine,
But be frost! but be frost!
The fairy twined the magic spell,
The maiden sought the ball,
The Sultan knew not as he fell,
Before young Nourmahal!
“Now fare ye well, my wreath of leaves,
Your fragrance all is gone,
And Nourmahal no more deceives,
She has gain'd the roving one.”
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