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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409737" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Leap Of Roushan Beg. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mounted on Kyrat strong and fleet,<br>His chestnut steed with four white feet,<br>Roushan Beg, called Kurroglou,<br>Son of the road and bandit chief,<br>Seeking refuge and relief,<br>Up the mountain pathway flew. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such was Kyrat's wondrous speed,<br>Never yet could any steed<br>Reach the dust-cloud in his course.<br>More than maiden, more than wife,<br>More than gold and next to life<br>Roushan the Robber loved his horse. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the land that lies beyond<br>Erzeroum and Trebizond,<br>Garden-girt his fortress stood;<br>Plundered khan, or caravan<br>Journeying north from Koordistan,<br>Gave him wealth and wine and food. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Seven hundred and fourscore<br>Men at arms his livery wore,<br>Did his bidding night and day;<br>Now, through regions all unknown,<br>He was wandering, lost, alone,<br>Seeking without guide his way. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Suddenly the pathway ends,<br>Sheer the precipice descends,<br>Loud the torrent roars unseen;<br>Thirty feet from side to side<br>Yawns the chasm; on air must ride<br>He who crosses this ravine. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Following close in his pursuit,<br>At the precipice's foot,<br>Reyhan the Arab of Orfah<br>Halted with his hundred men,<br>Shouting upward from the glen,<br>'La Illáh illa Alláh!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gently Roushan Beg caressed<br>Kyrat's forehead, neck, and breast;<br>Kissed him upon both his eyes,<br>Sang to him in his wild way,<br>As upon the topmost spray<br>Sings a bird before it flies. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O my Kyrat, O my steed,<br>Round and slender as a reed,<br>Carry me this peril through!<br>Satin housings shall be thine,<br>Shoes of gold, O Kyrat mine,<br>O thou soul of Kurroglou! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Soft thy skin as silken skein,<br>Soft as woman's hair thy mane,<br>Tender are thine eyes and true;<br>All thy hoofs like ivory shine,<br>Polished bright; O, life of mine,<br>Leap, and rescue Kurroglou!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Kyrat, then, the strong and fleet,<br>Drew together his four white feet,<br>Paused a moment on the verge,<br>Measured with his eye the space,<br>And into the air's embrace<br>Leaped as leaps the ocean surge. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As the ocean surge o'er sand<br>Bears a swimmer safe to land,<br>Kyrat safe his rider bore;<br>Rattling down the deep abyss<br>Fragments of the precipice<br>Rolled like pebbles on a shore. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Roushan's tasselled cap of red<br>Trembled not upon his head,<br>Careless sat he and upright;<br>Neither hand nor bridle shook,<br>Nor his head he turned to look,<br>As he galloped out of sight. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Flash of harness in the air,<br>Seen a moment like the glare<br>Of a sword drawn from its sheath;<br>Thus the phantom horseman passed,<br>And the shadow that he cast<br>Leaped the cataract underneath. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Reyhan the Arab held his breath<br>While this vision of life and death<br>Passed above him. 'Allahu!'<br>Cried he. 'In all Koordistan<br>Lives there not so brave a man<br>As this Robber Kurroglou!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Wadsworth+Longfellow">Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</a><div class=q>
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His chestnut steed with four white feet,
Roushan Beg, called Kurroglou,
Son of the road and bandit chief,
Seeking refuge and relief,
Up the mountain pathway flew. 

Such was Kyrat's wondrous speed,
Never yet coul..."></div>
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