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And whose more rife with merriment than thine,

Oh Stamboul! once the Empress of their reign?

Though turbans now pollute Sophia's shrine,

And Greece her very altars eyes in vain:

(Alas! her woes will still pervade my strain!)

Gay were her minstrels once, for free her throng,

All felt the common joy they now must feign,

Nor oft I've seen such sight, nor heard such song,

As wooed the eye, and thrilled the Bosphorus along.