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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=339847" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Deliah</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">[From a Picture]<br> <br>The sun has gone down, spreading wide on<br>The sky-line one ray of red fire ;<br>Prepare the soft cushions of Sidon,<br>Make ready the rich loom of Tyre.<br>The day, with its toil and its sorrow,<br>Its shade, and its sunshine, at length<br>Has ended ; dost fear for the morrow,<br>Strong man, in the pride of thy strength ?<br> <br>Like fire-flies, heavenward clinging,<br>They multiply, star upon star ;<br>And the breeze a low murmur is bringing<br>From the tents of my people afar.<br>Nay, frown not, I am but a Pagan,<br>Yet little for these things I care ;<br>'Tis the hymn to our deity Dagon,<br>That comes with the pleasant night-air.<br> <br>It shall not disturb thee, nor can it ;<br>See, closed are the curtains, the lights<br>Gleam down on the cloven pomegranate,<br>Whose thirst-slaking nectar invites ;<br>The red wine of Hebron glows brightly<br>In yon goblet—the draught of a king ;<br>And through the silk awning steals lightly<br>The sweet song my handmaidens sing.<br> <br>Dost thou think that thy God, in His anger,<br>Will trifle with nature's great laws,<br>And slacken those sinews in languor<br>That battled so well in His cause ?<br>Will He take back that strength He has given,<br>Because to the pleasures of youth<br>Thou yieldest ? Nay, God-like, in heaven,<br>He laughs at such follies, forsooth.<br> <br>Oh ! were I, for good or for evil,<br>As great and as gifted as thou,<br>Neither God should restrain me, nor devil,<br>To none like a slave would I bow.<br>If fate must indeed overtake thee,<br>And feebleness come to thy clay,<br>Pause not till thy strength shall forsake thee,<br>Enjoy it the more in thy day.<br> <br>Oh ! fork'd-tongue of adder, by her pent<br>In smooth lips !—oh, Sybarite, blind !<br>Oh, woman allied to the serpent !<br>Oh, beauty with venom combined !<br>Oh, might overcoming the mighty !<br>Oh, glory departing ! oh, shame !<br>Oh, altar of false Aphrodite,<br>What strength is consumed in thy flame.<br> <br>Strong chest, where her drapery rustles,<br>Strong limbs by her black tresses hid<br>Not alone by the might of your muscles<br>Yon lion was rent like a kid !<br>The valour from virtue that sunders,<br>Is reft of its nobler part ;<br>And Lancelot's arm may work wonders,<br>But braver is Galahad's heart.<br> <br>Sleep sound on that breast fair and ample ;<br>Dull brain, and dim eyes, and deaf ears,<br>Feel not the cold touch on your temple,<br>Heed not the faint clash of the shears.<br>It comes !—with the gleam of the lamps on<br>The curtains—that voice—does it jar<br>On thy soul in the night-watch ? Ho ! Samson,<br>Upon thee the Philistines are.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Adam+Lindsay+Gordon">Adam Lindsay Gordon</a><div class=q>
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The sun has gone down, spreading wide on
The sky-line one ray of red fire ;
Prepare the soft cushions of Sidon,
Make ready the rich loom of Tyre.
The day, with its toil and its sorrow,
Its shade, and its sunshine, at length
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