“Farewell, farewell to thee, Araby's daughter!
Thus warbled a Peri beneath the dark sea.”

—  Thomas Moore

Lalla Rookh http://www.columbia.edu/itc/mealac/pritchett/00generallinks/lallarookh/index.html (1817), Part V-VIII: The Fire-Worshippers

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