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    BYRON - The Giaour (1813) (Vampiric Extract)

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    The poem describes the death of a Muslim warrior named Hassan who was killed by a stranger in his native land. As punishment for killing a Muslim, the stranger will suffer eternal damnation and be sent back as a vampire to suck the blood of his family and kill his youngest daughter.

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    The poem describes the death of a Muslim warrior named Hassan who was killed by a stranger in his native land. As punishment for killing a Muslim, the stranger will suffer eternal damnation and be sent back as a vampire to suck the blood of his family and kill his youngest daughter.

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    BYRON - The Giaour (1813) (Vampiric Extract)

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    The Giaour (1813) (Vampiric Extract)

    Lord Byron

    A turban carved in coarsest stone,


    A pillar with rank weeds o'ergrown,
    Whereon can now be scarcely read
    The Koran verse that mourns the dead,
    Point out the spot where Hassan fell
    A victim in that lonely dell.
    There sleeps as true an Osmanlie
    As e'er at Mecca bent the knee;
    As ever scorn'd forbidden wine,
    Or pray'd with face towards the shrine,
    In orisons resumed anew
    At solemn sound of "Alla Hu!"
    Yet died he by a stranger's hand,
    And stranger in his native land;
    Yet died he as in arms he stood,
    And unavenged, at least in blood.
    But him the maids of Paradise
    Impatient to their halls invite,
    And the dark Heaven of Houris' eyes
    On him shall glance for ever bright;
    They come---their kerchiefs green they wave,
    And welcome with a kiss the brave!
    Who falls in battle 'gainst a Giaour
    Is worthiest an immortal bower.

    But thou, false Infidel! shall writhe


    Beneath avenging Monkir's scythe;
    And from its torments 'scape alone
    To wander round lost Eblis' throne;
    And fire unquench'd, unquenchable,
    Around, within, thy heart shall dwell;
    Nor ear can hear nor tongue can tell
    The tortures of that inward hell!
    But first, on earth as Vampire sent,
    Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent:
    Then ghastly haunt thy native place,
    And suck the blood of all thy race;
    There from thy daughter, sister, wife,
    At midnight drain the stream of life;
    Yet loathe the banquet which perforce
    Must feed thy livid living corse:
    Thy victims ere they yet expire
    Shall know the demon for their sire,
    As cursing thee, thou cursing them,

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    Thy flowers are withered on the stem.
    But one that for thy crime must fall,
    The youngest, most beloved of all,
    Shall bless thee with a father's name---
    That word shall wrap thy heart in flame!
    Yet must thou end thy task, and mark
    Her cheek's last tinge, her eye's last spark,
    And the last glassy glance must view
    Which freezes o'er its lifeless blue;
    Then with unhallow'd hand shalt tear
    The tresses of her yellow hair,
    Of which in life a lock when shorn
    Affection's fondest pledge was worn,
    But now is borne away by thee,
    Memorial of thine agony!
    Wet with thine own best blood shall drip
    Thy gnashing tooth and haggard lip;
    Then stalking to thy sullen grave,
    Go---and with Gouls and Afrits rave;
    Till these in horror shrink away
    From Spectre more accursed than they!

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