[ii] {290}
"Gulnare"—she answered not again—"Gulnare"
She raised her glance—her sole reply was there.—[M.S.]
That sought from form so fair no more than this
That kiss—the first that Frailty wrung from Faith
That last—on lips so warm with rosy breath.—[MS. erased.]
[ik] As he had fanned them with his rosy wing.—[MS.]
[il] {291}
Oh! none so prophesy the joys of home
As they who hail it from the Ocean-foam.—[MS.]
Oh—what can sanctify the joys of home
Like the first glance from Ocean's troubled foam.—[Revise.]
[235] {292} In the Levant it is the custom to strew flowers on the bodies of the dead, and in the hands of young persons to place a nosegay.
[Compare—"There shut it inside the sweet cold hand." Evelyn Hope, by Robert Browning.]
[236] {293} [Compare—"And—but for that sad shrouded eye," etc. and the whole of the famous passage in the Giaour (line 68, sq., vide ante, [p. 88]), beginning—"He who hath bent him o'er the dead.">[