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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419875" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Hind and the Panther: Part I (excerpts)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A milk-white Hind, immortal and unchang'd,<br> Fed on the lawns, and in the forest rang'd;<br> Without unspotted, innocent within,<br> She fear'd no danger, for she knew no sin.<br> Yet had she oft been chas'd with horns and hounds<br> And Scythian shafts; and many winged wounds<br> Aim'd at her heart; was often forc'd to fly,<br> And doom'd to death, though fated not to die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Not so her young; for their unequal line<br> Was hero's make, half human, half divine.<br> Their earthly mold obnoxious was to fate,<br> Th' immortal part assum'd immortal state.<br> Of these a slaughter'd army lay in blood,<br> Extended o'er the Caledonian wood,<br> Their native walk; whose vocal blood arose,<br> And cried for pardon on their perjur'd foes.<br> Their fate was fruitful, and the sanguine seed,<br> Endued with souls, increas'd the sacred breed.<br> So captive Israel multiplied in chains,<br> A numerous exile, and enjoy'd her pains.<br> With grief and gladness mix'd, their mother view'd<br> Her martyr'd offspring, and their race renew'd;<br> Their corps to perish, but their kind to last,<br> So much the deathless plant the dying fruit surpass'd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Panting and pensive now she rang'd alone,<br> And wander'd in the kingdoms, once her own.<br> The common hunt, tho' from their rage restrain'd<br> By sov'reign pow'r, her company disdain'd;<br> Grinn'd as they pass'd, and with a glaring eye<br> Gave gloomy signs of secret enmity.<br> 'T is true, she bounded by, and tripp'd so light,<br> They had not time to take a steady sight,<br> For Truth has such a face and such a mien,<br> As to be lov'd needs only to be seen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The bloody Bear, an Independent beast,<br> Unlick'd to form, in groans her hate express'd.<br> Among the timorous kind the Quaking Hare<br> Profess'd neutrality, but would not swear.<br> Next her the buffoon Ape, as atheists use,<br> Mimick'd all sects, and had his own to choose:<br> Still when the Lion look'd, his knees he bent,<br> And paid at church a courtier's compliment.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The bristled Baptist Boar, impure as he,<br> (But whiten'd with the foam of sanctity,)<br> With fat pollutions fill'd the sacred place,<br> And mountains levell'd in his furious race:<br> So first rebellion founded was in grace.<br> But since the mighty ravage which he made<br> In German forests had his guilt betray'd,<br> With broken tusks, and with a borrow'd name,<br> He shunn'd the vengeance, and conceal'd the shame;<br> So lurk'd in sects unseen. With greater guile<br> False Reynard fed on consecrated spoil:<br> The graceless beast by Athanasius first<br> Was chas'd from Nice; then, by Socinus nurs'd,<br> His impious race their blasphemy renew'd,<br> And nature's King through nature's optics view'd.<br> Revers'd, they view'd him lessen'd to their eye,<br> Nor in an infant could a God descry:<br> New swarming sects to this obliquely tend,<br> Hence they began, and here they all will end.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> What weight of ancient witness can prevail,<br> If private reason hold the public scale?<br> But, gracious God, how well dost thou provide<br> For erring judgments an unerring guide!<br> Thy throne is darkness in th' abyss of light,<br> A blaze of glory that forbids the sight.<br> O teach me to believe Thee thus conceal'd,<br> And search no farther than Thyself reveal'd;<br> But her alone for my director take,<br> Whom Thou hast promis'd never to forsake!<br> My thoughtless youth was wing'd with vain desires,<br> My manhood, long misled by wand'ring fires,<br> Follow'd false lights; and when their glimpse was gone,<br> My pride struck out new sparkles of her own.<br> Such was I, such by nature still I am,<br> Be thine the glory, and be mine the shame.<br> Good life be now my task: my doubts are done:<br> (What more could fright my faith, than Three in One?)<br> Can I believe eternal God could lie<br> Disguis'd in mortal mould and infancy?<br> That the great Maker of the world could die?<br> And after that trust my imperfect sense<br> Which calls in question his omnipotence?<br> Can I my reason to my faith compel,<br> And shall my sight, and touch, and taste rebel?<br> Superior faculties are set aside,<br> Shall their subservient organs be my guide?<br> Then let the moon usurp the rule of day,<br> And winking tapers show the sun his way;<br> For what my senses can themselves perceive,<br> I need no revelation to believe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">...<br> The Panther, sure the noblest, next the Hind,<br> And fairest creature of the spotted kind;<br> Oh, could her inborn stains be wash'd away,<br> She were too good to be a beast of prey!<br> How can I praise, or blame, and not offend,<br> Or how divide the frailty from the friend!<br> Her faults and virtues lie so mix'd that she<br> Nor wholly stands condemn'd, nor wholly free.<br> Then, like her injur'd Lion, let me speak;<br> He cannot bend her, and he would not break.<br> Unkind already, and estrang'd in part,<br> The Wolf begins to share her wand'ring heart.<br> Though' unpolluted yet with actual ill,<br> She half commits, who sins but in her will.<br> If, as our dreaming Platonists report,<br> There could be spirits of a middle sort,<br> Too black for heav'n, and yet too white for hell,<br> Who just dropp'd halfway down, nor lower fell;<br> So pois'd, so gently she descends from high,<br> It seems a soft dismission from the sky.<br>...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Dryden">John Dryden</a><div class=q>
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 Fed on the lawns, and in the forest rang'd;
 Without unspotted, innocent within,
 She fear'd no danger, for she knew no sin.
 Yet had she oft been chas'd with horns and hounds
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