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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341518" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Studies at Delhi, 1876</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.--The Hindu Ascetic.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Here as I sit by the Jumna bank, <br>Watching the flow of the sacred stream,<br>Pass me the legions, rank on rank,<br>And the cannon roar, and the bayonets gleam.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is it a god or a king that comes?<br>Both are evil, and both are strong;<br>With women and worshipping, dancing and drums,<br>Carry your gods and your kings along.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fanciful shapes of a plastic earth,<br>These are the visions that weary the eye;<br>These I may 'scape by a luckier birth,<br>Musing, and fasting, and hoping to die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When shall these phantoums flicker away?<br>Like the smoke of the guns on the wind-swept hill,<br>Like the sounds and colours of yesterday:<br>And the soul have rest, and the air be still. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II.--Badminton.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Har dly a shot from the gate we stormed,<br>Under the Moree battlement's shade;<br>Close to the glacis our game was formed,<br>There had the fight been, and there we played.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lightly the demoiselles tittered and leapt,<br>Merrily capered the players all;<br>North, was the garden where Nicholson slept,<br>South, was the sweep of a battered wall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Near me a Musalmán, civil and mild,<br>Watched as the shuttlecocks rose and fell;<br>And he said, as he counted his beads and smiled,<br>&quot;God smite their souls to the depths of hell.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alfred+Comyn+Lyall">Alfred Comyn Lyall</a><div class=q>
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Here as I sit by the Jumna bank, 
Watching the flow of the sacred stream,
Pass me the legions, rank on rank,
And the cannon roar, and the bayonets gleam.

Is it a god or a king that comes?
Both are evil, and both are stron..."></div>
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