"My love possest, in Jason's bosom laid,
Let seas swell high;--I cannot be dismay'd
While I infold my husband in my arms:
Or should I fear, I should but fear his harms."
Englished by Sandys, 1632.]

[gz] _This hour decides my doom or thy escape_.--[MS.]

[183] {200} [Compare--

"That thought has more of hell than had the former.
Another, and another, and another!"
_The Revenge_, by Edward Young, act iv.
(_Modern British Drama_, 1811, ii. 17).]

[ha] {202} _Or grazed by wounds he scorned to feel_.--[MS.]

[hb] {203} Three MS. variants of these lines were rejected in turn
before the text was finally adopted--

(1) {_Ah! wherefore did he turn to look_
{_I know not why he turned to look_
_Since fatal was the gaze he took?_
_So far escaped from death or chain_,
_To search for her and search in vain:_
_Sad proof in peril and in pain_
_How late will Lover's hope remain._

(2) _Thus far escaped from death or chain_
_Ah! wherefore did he turn to look?_
_For her his eye must seek in vain,_
_Since fatal was the gaze he took._
_Sad proof, etc_.--

(3) _Ah! wherefore did he turn to look_
_So far escaped from death or chain?_
_Since fatal was the gaze he took_
_For her his eye but sought in vain,_
_Sad proof, etc_.--

A fourth variant of lines 1046, 1047 was inserted in a revise dated
November 16--

_That glance he paused to send again_
_To her for whom he dies in vain_.

[hc] {204} _O'er which their talons yet delay_.--[MS. erased.]

[hd] {205}
_And that changed hand whose only life_
_Is motion-seems to menace strife_.--[MS.]

[184] ["While the _Salsette_ lay off the Dardanelles, Lord Byron saw the
body of a man who had been executed by being cast into the sea, floating
on the stream, moving to and fro with the tumbling of the water, which
gave to his arms the effect of scaring away several sea-fowl that were
hovering to devour. This incident he has strikingly depicted in the
_Bride of Abydos."--Life of Lord Byron_, by John Galt, 1830, p. 144.]

[185] A turban is carved in stone above the graves of _men_ only.

[186] The death-song of the Turkish women. The "silent slaves" are the
men, whose notions of deco