Viii monologue — Ismael; an oriental tale. With other poems

“Sultan of Persia, whose wide-spreading sway, “With trembling awe an universe obey, “List to thine humble slave!--As with this band “I view’d afar green Caymyr’s fragrant land, “And saw with horror, on its flow’ry plain, “The rebel Ismael’s far-extending train, “We met this youth; and on his breast the star, 350 “Which marks the chiefs of Ismael’s impious war: “We rush upon him!--in thy name command “To yield his person to his Sultan’s band. “No answer made he!--spurr’d his Arab horse, “Bar’d his keen blade!--on us his driving course “He dash’d impetuous;--we around him close, “And pour on every side an iron show’r of blows. “But he, his flashing sabre sweeping round, “Roll’d four brave Moslems on the verdant ground: “Then broke his weapon; or, perchance, his might “Had brought him safely through th’ unequal fight.