ΤΟ THE RIGHT HONOURABLE LORD HOLLAND, THIS TALE IS INSCRIBED, WITH EVERY SENTIMENT OF REGAR]) AND RESPECT, BY HIS GRATEFULLY OBLIGED AND SINCERE FRIEND, BYRON. 218612 THE BRIDE OF ABYDOS. CANTO I. I. KNOW ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Now melt into sorrow-now madden to crime?— Know ye the land of the cedar and vine? Where the flowers ever blossom, the beams ever shine, Where the light wings of Zephyr, oppressed with perfume, Wax faint o'er the gardens of Gúl1 in her bloom; Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, And the voice of the nightingale never is mute; 10 Where the tints of the earth, and the hues of the sky, In colour though varied, in beauty may vie, And the purple of Ocean is deepest in die ; Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine, B |