Constitutional Whig. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1824-1832, 1825-08-02
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SPEECH OF MAuoMED IL TO HIS SOLDIERS,

SPEECH OF MAHOMED III TO HIS SOLDIERS,
'revlous to the general assault, by which Constantine
pie tell into the hands OF the Turks, the 29th
May, 1853. From the Fall of Constantinope an
other Poems, ny Jacob Jones, jr. of the Inner Ten
pie, Esq
Soldiers of heavn. whose blood from heroes came,
whose pledge of conquest is your prophets fame!
shall, with success, zeal for God grow FAINT,
.anG vile iusratitude memories tain
What need, our great forefathers to recite
The tolls they bore the trophies of their might?-
Stand not here, in virtue of our birth,
Save of you spot, the masters of the earth'
Yet, on that spot, treasures past account,
Silver aud gold, of infinite amount,
Ivory, aud gems, aud pearls, precious store,
and costly robes, successive Cscsars wore.
Lhere merchant-palaceS, their speniOrs rear
Those mines of ev'ry wealth from evry sphere!
And there is valor's peculiar prize,
Light OF all light, the light of womans eyes!-
Yes, there, are black-eyed GIRLS surprising fair;
The antepast of paradise is there;-
Testals immaculate, that pant to taste
forbidden fruits, Z embrace and be embraced;
Young, vgin-nuns in sad seclusion pmd-
Bound by restraints that love forbids to bind:
Vouptuous forms; delicious to behold
what, what, Elysium to our breasts to fold!
Bosons are there, than Mecca's dove white;
And sparkling eyes in beau,y's radiance bright;
Lips luscious as the water pools divine,
There cups beStud with stars, inviting shine:
Fond irenzies, that absorb the soul with bliss;
And the rich flavor of woman's kiss,
"Point me the craven, hold him up to scorn!
Better the mscreant never had been born,
whose bastard blood righteous cause dsclaims,
whose sluggish soul, the name of soldier, shameS,-
Ooth love of gold within his bosom reign.
VINO tall i'll battle walk the golden plain.
Ooth dread of death constrain the wretch 10 fly?
towards i'll hell, undying, daily die:
Can woman charm him? knows he not, above.
bonndiess fruition waits on boundlesS loveo
through bowrs of amaranth bright Su!tans stray,
1helr aiabaSter limbs, on beds of roses, lay:
Wmie redolent with nard, his azure wings
young Zephyr fans; and he fans he sings
BRISK, with each Houris sun gold tresses plays,
Ana Ter their beauties rolls an amorous gaze,
IN that blest region joy perennial reigns
ANA rllls refreshing, fructify the plains
mere are no cares the tears that there known,
IN odorous tears of lrankncense alone.
Yet, there, tn animated Hour, lislless, mourns,
ana lniy for her blooming warrior burns,
beckons DER Straits arch his rapid fight
70 realms of love and everlasting light.
Happy the man who Azrae passes by;
thrice happy he that's summon'd to the sky:
terrestrial bliss, the living victor, waits
Inc martyr'd he'o hcay'ns expanding gates,
We offer but alternatives Of ioy.
Gam without loss, and hope without ALLOW;
VINO Join us prosper, who desert US die
ihough, on the wing of winds, the recreantS fly
Oui righteous wrath prcdestnd consume,
Huhts them TO DEATH the iDexorabe doom!
Hear me once more. though promises be vain
mug" tnret's the towards fears, more restrain,
one awful spell around his soul be wrought,
rn ia's urn doctrine set his care nought:
10 me- that doctrine tenfold strength imDaTis-
see, see it iortitcs your arts!
soon shall the oasct cry your spirits fire.
10 scale yen walls already we ASPIRE
tair are the provinces our empire owns
Ana vast the tribute of surrounding thrones.
The lairest province, soldiers be his prize,
VINO, on yon ramparts, first the foe dc6es:
Honor and wealia attend him all his DAYS,
ana An, our warm need of gratitude and praise
Warriors depart; with prayer your souls refrcsb
WIN seven ablutions purify the flesh;
Ana DE the war cry when give the nod
wealth. eauty!--Vengea nce!--M ohapmed and o.,