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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=407946" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Peruvian Tales: Alzira, Tale II</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">PIZARRO lands with the Forces--His meeting with ATALIBA --Its un-<br>happy consequences--ZORAI dies--ATALIBA imprisoned, and strangled<br>--Despair of ALZIRA . </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Flush'd with impatient hope, the martial band,<br>By stern PIZARRO led, approach the land;<br>No terrors arm his hostile brow, for guile<br>Seeks to betray with candour's open smile.<br>Too artless for distrust, the Monarch springs<br>To meet his latent foe on friendship's wings.<br>On as he moves, with dazzling splendour crown'd,<br>His feather'd chiefs the golden throne surround;<br>The waving canopy its plume displays,<br>Whose waving hues reflect the morning rays;<br>With native grace he hails the warrior train,<br>Who stood majestic on PERUVIA'S plain,<br>In all the savage pomp of armour drest,<br>The frowning helmet, and the nodding crest.<br>Yet themes of joy PIZARRO'S lips impart,<br>And charm with eloquence the simple heart;<br>Unfolding to the monarch's wond'ring thought<br>All that inventive arts the rude have taught.<br>And now he bids the musing spirit rise<br>Above the circle of surrounding skies;<br>Presents the page that sheds Religion's light <br>O'er the dark mist of intellectual night:<br>While, thrill'd with awe, the monarch trembling stands,<br>He dropp'd the hallow'd volume from his hands.<br>Sudden,* while frantic zeal each breast inspires,<br>And shudd'ring demons fan the rising fires,<br>The bloody signal waves, the banners play,<br>The naked sabres flash their streaming ray;<br>The trumpet rolls its animating sound,<br>And the loud cannon rend the vault around;<br>While fierce in sanguine rage, the sons of Spain<br>Rush on Peru's unarm'd, defenceless train!<br>The fiends of slaughter urg'd their dire career,<br>And virtue's guardian spirits dropped a tear!<br>Mild ZORAI fell, deploring human strife,<br>And clos'd with prayer his consecrated life!--<br>In vain PERUVIA'S chiefs undaunted stood,<br>Shield their lov'd Prince, and bathe his robes in blood;--<br>Touch'd with heroic ardour, cling around,<br>And high of soul, receive each fatal wound;<br>Dragg'd from his throne, and hurried o'er the plain,<br>The wretched Monarch swells the captive train;<br>With iron grasp the frantic Prince they bear,<br>And feel their triumph in his wild despair.--<br>Deep in the gloomy dungeon's lone domain,<br>Lost ATALIBA wore the galling chain;<br>The earth's cold bed refus'd oblivious rest,<br>While throbb'd the woes of thousands at his breast;<br>ALZIRA'S desolating moan he hears,<br>And with the monarch's blends the lover's tears.<br>Soon had ALZIRA felt affliction's dart<br>Pierce her soft soul, and rend her bleeding heart;<br>Its quick pulsations paus'd, and chill'd with dread,<br>A livid hue her fading cheek o'erspread;<br>No tear the mourner shed, she breath'd no sigh,<br>Her lips were mute, and clos'd her languid eye;<br>Fainter, and slower heav'd her shiv'ring breast,<br>And her calm'd passions seem'd in death to rest.--<br>At length reviv'd, 'mid rising heaps of slain,<br>She prest with hurried step the crimson plain;<br>The dungeon's gloomy depth she fearless sought,<br>For love with scorn of danger arm'd her thought:<br>She reach'd the cell where ATALIBA lay,<br>Where human vultures haste to seize their prey.--<br>In vain her treasur'd wealth PERUVIA gave,<br>This dearer treasure from their grasp to save;<br>ALZIRA ! lo, the ruthless murd'rers come,<br>This moment seals thy ATALIBA'S doom.<br>Ah, what avails the shriek that anguish pours?<br>The look that mercy's lenient aid implores?<br>Torn from thy clinging arms, thy throbbing breast,<br>The fatal cord his agony supprest!--<br>In vain the livid corpse she firmly clasps,<br>And pours her sorrows o'er the form she grasps,<br>The murd'rers soon their struggling victim tear<br>From the lost object of her soul's despair!<br>The swelling pang unable to sustain,<br>Distraction throbb'd in every beating vein;<br>Its sudden tumults seize her yielding soul,<br>And in her eye distemper'd glances roll--<br>&quot;They come!&quot; the mourner cried with panting breath,<br>&quot;To give the lost ALZIRA rest in death!<br>One moment more, ye bloody forms, bestow,<br>One moment more for ever cares my woe--<br>Lo! where the purple evening sheds her light<br>On blest remains! O! hide them, pitying night!<br>Slow in the breeze I see the verdure wave,<br>That shrouds with tufted grass my lover's grave;<br>Hark! on its wand'ring wing in mildness blows<br>The murm'ring gale, nor wakes his deep repose--<br>And see, yon hoary form still lingers there!<br>Dishevell'd by rude winds his silver hair;<br>O'er his chill'd bosom falls the winter rain,<br>I feel the big drops on my wither'd brain.<br>Not for himself that tear his bosom steeps,<br>For his lost child it flows--for me he weeps!<br>No more the dagger's point shall pierce thy breast,<br>For calm and lovely is thy silent rest;<br>Yet still in dust these eyes shall see thee roll,<br>Still the sad thought shall waste ALZIRA'S soul--<br>What bleeding phantom moves along the storm?<br>It is my ATALIBA'S well-known form!<br>Approach! ALZIRA'S breast no terrors move,<br>Her fears are all for ever lost in love.<br>Safe on the hanging cliff I now can rest,<br>And press its pointed pillow to my breast--<br>He weeps! in heaven he weeps!--I feel his tear--<br>It chills my trembling heart, yet still 'tis dear.<br>To him all joyless are the realms above,<br>That pale look speaks of pity and of love!<br>Ah come, descend in yonder bending cloud,<br>And wrap ALZIRA in thy misty shroud!&quot;<br>As roll'd her wand'ring glances wild around,<br>She snatch'd a reeking sabre from the ground;<br>Firmly her lifted hand the weapon prest,<br>And deep she plung'd it in her panting breast!<br>&quot; 'Tis but a few short moments that divide &quot;--<br>She falt'ring said--then sunk on earth and died!</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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