To lift from earth our low desire.

The Giaour. Line 1127.

Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle

Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime;

Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle,

Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime?[549:1]

The Bride of Abydos. Canto i. Stanza 1.

Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine,

And all save the spirit of man is divine?

The Bride of Abydos. Canto i. Stanza 1.