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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=393365" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Alpine Hunter</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wilt thou not the lambkins guard?<br> Oh, how soft and meek they look,<br>Feeding on the grassy sward,<br> Sporting round the silvery brook!<br>&quot;Mother, mother, let me go<br>On yon heights to chase the roe!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wilt thou not the flock compel<br> With the horn's inspiring notes?<br>Sweet the echo of yon bell,<br> As across the wood it floats!<br>&quot;Mother, mother, let me go<br>On yon heights to hunt the roe!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wilt thou not the flow'rets bind,<br> Smiling gently in their bed?<br>For no garden thou wilt find<br> On yon heights so wild and dread.<br>&quot;Leave the flow'rets,--let them blow!<br>Mother, mother, let me go!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the youth then sought the chase,<br> Onward pressed with headlong speed<br>To the mountain's gloomiest place,--<br> Naught his progress could impede;<br>And before him, like the wind,<br>Swiftly flies the trembling hind!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Up the naked precipice<br> Clambers she, with footsteps light,<br>O'er the chasm's dark abyss<br> Leaps with spring of daring might;<br>But behind, unweariedly,<br>With his death-bow follows he.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now upon the rugged top<br> Stands she,--on the loftiest height,<br>Where the cliffs abruptly stop,<br> And the path is lost to sight.<br>There she views the steeps below,--<br>Close behind, her mortal foe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She, with silent, woeful gaze,<br> Seeks the cruel boy to move;<br>But, alas! in vain she prays--<br> To the string he fits the groove.<br>When from out the clefts, behold!<br>Steps the Mountain Genius old.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With his hand the Deity<br>Shields the beast that trembling sighs;<br>&quot;Must thou, even up to me,<br>Death and anguish send?&quot; he cries,--<br>Earth has room for all to dwell,--<br>&quot;Why pursue my loved gazelle?&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Friedrich+Schiller">Friedrich Schiller</a><div class=q>
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 Oh, how soft and meek they look,
Feeding on the grassy sward,
 Sporting round the silvery brook!
&quot;Mother, mother, let me go
On yon heights to chase the roe!&quot;

Wilt thou not the flock compel
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