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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384484" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Master And Servant</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The devil to Bacchus said, one day,<br>In a scowling, growling, petulant way,<br>As he came from earth to hell:<br>'There's a soul above that I cannot move,<br>And I've struggled long and well;<br>He's a manly youth, with an eye of truth,<br>A fellow of matchless grace;<br>And he looks me through with his eye of blue<br>Till I cower before his face.<br>The very power and strength of heaven<br>To this young, fearless soul were given;<br>For I've never an art that can reach his heart,<br>And I cannot snare his feet:<br>I have wasted days in devising ways,<br>And now must cry 'Defeat!''<br>And the devil scowled, and grumbled, and growled,<br>And beat about with his cane,<br>Till the demons fled over the burning waste<br>Out of his reach in hurrying haste,<br>Howling aloud in pain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Bacchus laughed as he stooped and quaffed<br>A burning bumper of wine:<br>'Why, master,' said he, 'you soon shall see<br>The fellow down at your shrine;<br>Long ago, if you'd let me know,<br>We'd had him in our ranks.<br>And now, adieu! while I work for you;<br>Don't hurry about your thanks!<br>I'm going above; you know they love<br>The sight of my glowing face.<br>They call me a god! ho! ho! how odd!<br>With this for my dwelling-place.'<br>A youth with a dower of manly grace,<br>A maid with the morning in her face;<br>And she filleth a goblet full to the brim,<br>And giveth the bubbling draught to him.<br>'Drink!' she says, and the goblet sways<br>And shimmers under his eyes.<br>He tries to speak, but the tongue is weak,<br>And the words sink into sighs;<br>For the maid is fair, and she holds him there<br>With a spell that he cannot flee:<br>'Drink!' and she sips with her ruby lips-<br>'Drink but a draught with me.'<br>And the lovers quaffed, while the demons laughed,<br>And Bacchus laughed loud and long.<br>'Ho! ho!' cried he, 'what a victory!<br>Ho! ho! for the soul so strong<br>That my master was beat, and cried 'Defeat!'<br>But wine is a tempter, and love is sweet.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Bacchus went back o'er the fiery track<br>Into the land below;<br>And the devil said, 'Well, what have you to tell<br>Of the thing I want to know?'<br>And Bacchus said he, 'Why, look and see!<br>There is your strong, brave youth<br>Reeling along, with a drunken song<br>Staining those lips of truth.<br>My work is done! You must go on<br>And finish the job I started;<br>And as long as I stay in your service, pray,<br>Don't ever be down-hearted.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ella+Wheeler+Wilcox">Ella Wheeler Wilcox</a><div class=q>
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In a scowling, growling, petulant way,
As he came from earth to hell:
'There's a soul above that I cannot move,
And I've struggled long and well;
He's a manly youth, with an eye of truth,
A fellow of matchless g..."></div>
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