'
'Agreed. Jabaster will have it that, in a Hebrew monarchy, the chief
priest is in fact the grand vizir.'
'Alroy will be his own minister.'
'I am not so sure of that. He may choose to command the Syrian
expedition in person; he must leave some head at Bagdad. Jabaster is no
general.'
'Oh! none at all. Alroy will be glad to leave him at home. The Sultan of
Roum may not be always so merciful.'
'Hah! hah! that was an escape!'
'By heavens! I thought it was all over. You made a fine charge.'
'I shall never forget it. I nearly ran over Jabaster.'
'Would that you had!'
It is the tender twilight hour when maidens in their lonely bower sigh
softer than the eve! The languid rose her head upraises, and listens to
the nightingale, while his wild and thrilling praises from his trembling
bosom gush: the languid rose her head upraises, and listens with a
blush.
In the clear and rosy air, sparkling with a single star, the sharp
and spiry cypress-tree rises like a gloomy thought, amid the flow
of revelry. A singing bird, a single star, a solemn tree, an odorous
flower, are dangerous in the tender hour, when maidens in their twilight
bower sigh softer than the eve!
The daughter of the caliph comes forth to breathe the air: her lute her
only company.
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