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THE SULTAN'S JUBILEE
Strange are these plaudits thy foul reign begets,
When fitlier all Gehenna might discuss
With glee demoniac thine iniquitous
Annals of agonies and bloody sweats.
Insurgently the soul of progress frets
To mark eulogium's blasphemy deck thus
Thy City of Shame, where the blue Bosphorus
Reduplicates her domes and minarets.
When fitlier all Gehenna might discuss
With glee demoniac thine iniquitous
Annals of agonies and bloody sweats.
Insurgently the soul of progress frets
To mark eulogium's blasphemy deck thus
Thy City of Shame, where the blue Bosphorus
Reduplicates her domes and minarets.
Murder and slavery at thy jubilee
Shall riot unseen—the assassinated shapes
Of many a martyr wail unheard their woes!
And when thy revel is done, Polygamy
Shall guide thee at dawn, gross Abdul, where sin drapes
With poisonous purples thy seraglios!
Shall riot unseen—the assassinated shapes
Of many a martyr wail unheard their woes!
And when thy revel is done, Polygamy
Shall guide thee at dawn, gross Abdul, where sin drapes
With poisonous purples thy seraglios!
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