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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=117653" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Death of Nicou</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">On Tiber's banks, Tiber, whose waters glide<br>In slow meanders down to Gaigra's side;<br>And circling all the horrid mountain round,<br>Rushes impetuous to the deep profound;<br>Rolls o'er the ragged rocks with hideous yell;<br>Collects its waves beneath the earth's vast shell;<br>There for a while in loud confusion hurl'd,<br>It crumbles mountains down and shakes the world.<br>Till borne upon the pinions of the air,<br>Through the rent earth the bursting waves appear;<br>Fiercely propell'd the whiten'd billows rise,<br>Break from the cavern, and ascend the skies;<br>Then lost and conquered by superior force,<br>Through hot Arabia holds its rapid coursel<br>On Tiber's banks where scarlet jas'mines bloom,<br>And purple aloes shed a rich perfume;<br>Where, when the sun is melting in his heat,<br>The reeking tygers find a cool retreat;<br>Bask in the sedges, lose the sultry beam,<br>And wanton with their shadows in the stream;<br>On Tiber's banks, by sacred priests rever'd,<br>Where in the days of old a god appear'd;<br>'Twas in the dead of night, at Chalma's feast,<br>The tribe of Alra slept around the priest.<br>He spoke; as evening thunders bursting near,<br>His horrid accents broke upon the ear;<br>Attend, Alraddas, with your sacred priest!<br>This day the sun is rising in the east;<br>The sun, which shall illumine all the earth,<br>Now, now is rising, in a mortal birth.<br>He vanish'd like a vapour of the night,<br>And sunk away in a faint blaze of light.<br>Swift from the branches of the holy oak,<br>Horror, confusion, fear, and torment brake;<br>And still when midnight trims her mazy lamp,<br>They take their way through Tiber's wat'ry swamp.<br>On Tiber's banks, close ranked, a warring train,<br>Stretch'd to the distant edge of Galca's plain;<br>So when arrived at Gaigra's highest steep,<br>We view the wide expansion of the deep;<br>See in the gilding of her wat'ry robe,<br>The quick declension of the circling globe;<br>From the blue sea a chain of mountains rise,<br>Blended at once with water and with skies;<br>Beyond our sight in vast extension curl'd,<br>The check of waves, the guardians of the world.<br>Strong were the warriors, as the ghost of Cawn,<br>Who threw the Hill-of-archers to the lawn;<br>When the soft earth at his appearance fled;<br>And rising billows play'd around his head;<br>When a strong tempest rising from the main,<br>Dashed the full clouds, unbroken on the plain.<br>Nicou, immortal in the sacred song,<br>Held the red sword of war, and led the strong;<br>From his own tribe the sable warriors came,<br>Well try'd in battle, and well known in fame.<br>Nicou, descended from the god of war,<br>Who lived coeval with the morning star;<br>Narada was his name; who cannot tell<br>How all the world through great Narada fell!<br>Vichon, the god who ruled above the skies,<br>Look'd, on Narada, but with envious eyes;<br>The warrior dared him, ridiculed his might,<br>Bent his white bow, and summon'd him to fight.<br>Vichon, disdainful, bade his lightnings fly,<br>And scatter'd burning arrows in the sky;<br>Threw down a star the armour of his feet,<br>To burn the air with supernat'ral heat;<br>Bid a loud tempes roar beneath the ground;<br>Lifted him up, and bore him thro' the sea.<br>The waters still ascending fierce and high,<br>He tower'd into the chambers of the sky;<br>There Vichon sat, his armour on his bed,<br>He thought Narada with the mighty dead.<br>Before his seat the heavenly warrior stands,<br>The lightning quiv'ring in his yellow hands.<br>The god astonish'd dropt; hurl'd from the shore,<br>He dropt to torments, and to rise no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Head-long he falls; 'tis his own arms compel.<br>Condemn'd in ever-burning fires to dwell.<br>From this Narada, mighty Nicou sprung;<br>The mighty Nicou, furious, wild and young.<br>Who led th'embattled archers to the field,<br>And more a thunderbolt upon his shield;<br>That shield his glorious father died to gain,<br>When the white warriors fled along the plain,<br>When the full sails could not provoke the flood,<br>Till Nicou came and swell'd the seas with blood.<br>Slow at the end of his robust array,<br>The mighty warrior pensive took his way;<br>Against the son of Nair, the young Rorest,<br>Once the companion of his youthful breast.<br>Strong were the passions of the son of Nair,<br>Strong, as the tempest of the evening air.<br>Insatiate in desire; fierce as the boar;<br>Firm in resolve as Cannie's rocky shore.<br>Long had the gods endeavour'd to destroy,<br>All Nicou's friendship, happiness, and joy:<br>They sought in vain, 'till Vicat, Vichon's son,<br>Never in feats of wickedness outdone,<br>Saw Nica, sister to the Mountain king,<br>Drest beautiful, with all the flow'rs of spring;<br>He saw, and scatter'd poison in her eyes;<br>From limb to limb in varied forms he flies;<br>Dwelt on her crimson lip, and added grace<br>To every glossy feature of her face.<br>Rorest was fir'd with passion at the sight.<br>Friendship and honor, sunk to Vicat's right;<br>He saw, he lov'd, and burning with desire,<br>Bore the soft maid from brother, sister, sire.<br>Pining with sorrow, Nica faded, died,<br>Like a fair alow, in its morning pride.<br>This brought the warrior to the bloody mead,<br>And sent to young Rorest the threat'ning reed.<br>He drew his army forth: Oh, need I tell!<br>That Nicou conquer'd, and the lover fell;<br>His breathless army mantled all the plain;<br>And Death sat smiling on the heaps of slain.<br>The battle ended, with his reeking dart,<br>The pensive Nicou pierc'd his beating heart;<br>And to his mourning valiant warriors cry'd,<br>I, and my sister's ghost are satisfy'd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Chatterton">Thomas Chatterton</a><div class=q>
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