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6 5. On thee, in whom at once conspire

All charms which heedless hearts can move,

Whom but to see is to admire,

And, oh! forgive the word—to love.

6. Forgive the word, in one who ne'er

With such a word can more offend;

And since thy heart I cannot share,

Believe me, what I am, thy friend.

7. And who so cold as look on thee,

Thou lovely wand'rer, and be less?

Nor be, what man should ever be,

The friend of Beauty in distress?

8. Ah! who would think that form had past

Through Danger's most destructive path,

Had braved the death-winged tempest's blast,

And 'scaped a Tyrant's fiercer wrath?

9. Lady! when I shall view the walls

Where free Byzantium once arose,

And Stamboul's Oriental halls

The Turkish tyrants now enclose;

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