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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=407945" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Peruvian Tales: Alzira, Tale I</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Description of Peru, and of its Productions--Virtues of the People;<br>and of their Monarch, ATALIBA --His love for ALZIRA --Their Nup-<br>tials celebrated--Character of ZORAI , her Father--Descent of the<br>Genius of Peru--Prediction of the Fall of that Empire. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Where the Pacific deep in silence laves<br>The western shore, with slow, and languid waves,<br>There, lost PERUVlA ! bloom'd thy cultur'd bowers,<br>Thy vallies fragrant with perennial flowers;<br>There, far above, the Pine unbending rose,<br>Along the pathway of thy mountain snows;<br>The Palms fling high in air their feather'd heads,<br>While each broad leaf an ample shadow spreads;<br>The Orange, and the rich Ananas bloom,<br>And humid Balsams ever shed perfume;<br>The Bark, reviving shrub! Ah, not in vain<br>Thy rosy blossoms tinge PERUVIA'S plain;<br>Ye fost'ring gales around those blossoms blow,<br>Ye balmy dew-drops o'er the tendrils flow!<br>Lo, as the health-diffusing plant aspires,<br>Disease relents, and hov'ring death retires;<br>Affection sees new lustre light the eye,<br>And feels her vanish'd peace again is nigh.<br>The Pacas,* and Vicunnas+ sport around,<br>And the meek Lamas+ , burden'd, press the ground.<br>The Mocking-bird his varying note essays,<br>And charms the grove with imitative lays;<br>The plaintive Humming-bird unfolds his wing<br>Of vivid plumage to the ray of spring;<br>Then sinks, soft burthen, on the humid flower,<br>His food, the dewdrops of the morning hour.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor less, PERUVIA , for thy favour'd clime,<br>The Virtues rose unsullied and sublime;<br>There melting Charity, with ardour warm,<br>Spreads her wide mantle o'er the shiv'ring form;<br>Cheer'd with the festal song her rural toils,<br>While in the lap of age she pour'd the spoils;* <br>There the mild Inca, ATALIBA sway'd,<br>His high behest the willing heart obey'd;<br>Descendant of a scepter'd, sacred race,<br>Whose origin from glowing suns they trace.<br>Love's soft emotions now his soul possest,<br>And fix'd ALZIRA'S image in his breast.<br>In that blest clime affection never knew<br>A selfish purpose, or a thought untrue;<br>Not as on Europe's shore, where wealth and pride,<br>From mourning love the venal breast divide;<br>Yet Love, if there from sordid shackles free,<br>One faithful bosom yet belongs to thee;<br>On that fond heart the purest bliss bestow,<br>Or give, for thou canst give, a charm to woe;<br>Ah, never may that heart in vain deplore<br>The pang that tortures when belov'd no more.<br>And from that agony the spirit save,<br>When unrelenting yawns th' untimely grave;<br>When death dissolves the ties for ever dear,<br>When frantic passion pours her parting tear;<br>With all the wasting pains she only feels,<br>Hangs on the quiv'ring lip that silence seals;<br>Views fondness struggling in the closing eye,<br>And marks it mingling in the falt'ring sigh;<br>As the lov'd form, while folded to her breast,<br>Breathes the last moan that gives its struggles rest;<br>Leaves her to pine in grief that none can share,<br>And find the world a desert to despair.<br>Bright was the lustre of the orient ray<br>That joyful wak'd ALZIRA'S nuptial day;<br>Her auburn hair spread loosely on the wind,<br>The virgin train with rosy chaplets bind;<br>While the fresh flowers that form her bridal wreathe <br>Seem deeper hues and richer scents to breathe.<br>The gentle tribe now sought the hallow'd fane,<br>Where warbling vestals pour'd the choral strain;<br>There aged ZORAI his ALZIRA prest,<br>With love parental, to his anxious breast;<br>Priest of the Sun! within the sacred shrine<br>His fervent spirit breath'd the strain divine;<br>With careful hand the guiltless off'ring spread,<br>With pious zeal the clear libation shed.<br>Nor vain the incense of erroneous praise<br>When meek devotion's soul the tribute pays;<br>On wings of purity behold it rise,<br>While bending mercy wafts it to the skies!<br>PERUVIA ! O delightful land in vain<br>The virtues flourish'd on thy beauteous plain;<br>For soon shall burst the unrelenting storm<br>O'er thy mild head, and crush thy prostrate form!<br>Recording Fame shall mark thy desp'rate fate,<br>And distant ages weep for ills so great!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now o'er the deep dull Night her mantle flung,<br>Dim on the wave the moon's faint crescent hung;<br>PERUVIA'S Genius sought the liquid plain,<br>Sooth'd by the languid murmurs of the main;<br>When sudden clamour the illusion broke,<br>Wild on the surface of the deep it spoke;<br>A rising breeze expands her flowing veil,<br>Aghast with fear, she spies a flying sail--<br>The lofty mast impends, the banner waves,<br>The ruffled surge th' incumbent vessel laves;<br>With eager eye she views her destin'd foe<br>Lead to her peaceful shores th' advent'rous prow;<br>Trembling she knelt, with wild, disorder'd air,<br>And pour'd with frantic energy her prayer:<br>&quot;O, ye avenging spirits of the deep!<br>Mount the blue lightning's wing, o'er ocean sweep;<br>Loud from your central caves the shell resound,<br>That summons death to your abyss profound;<br>Call the pale spectre from his dark abode,<br>To print the billow, swell the black'ning flood,<br>Rush o'er the waves, the rough'ning deep deform,<br>Howl in the blast, and animate the storm--<br>Relentless powers! for not one quiv'ring breeze<br>Has ruffled yet the surface of the seas--<br>Swift from your rocky steeps ye Condors* stray,<br>Wave your black plumes, and cleave th' aerial way;<br>Proud in terrific force your wings expand,<br>Press the firm earth, and darken all the strand;<br>Bid the stern foe retire with wild affright,<br>And shun the region veil'd in partial night.<br>Vain hope, devoted land! I read thy doom,<br>My sad prophetic soul can pierce the gloom;<br>I see, I see my lov'd, my favour'd clime<br>Consum'd, and wasted in its early prime.<br>But not in vain this beauteous land shall bleed,<br>Too late shall Europe's race deplore the deed.<br>Region abhorr'd! be gold the tempting bane,<br>The curse that desolates thy hostile plain;<br>May pleasure tinge with venom'd drops the bowl,<br>And luxury unnerve the sick'ning soul.&quot;<br>Ah, not in vain she pour'd th' impassion'd tear;<br>Ah, not in vain she call'd the powers to hear!<br>When borne from lost PERUVIA'S bleeding land,<br>The guilty treasures beam'd on Europe's strand;<br>Each sweet affection fled the tainted shore,<br>And virtue wander'd, to return no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Helen+Maria+Williams">Helen Maria Williams</a><div class=q>
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