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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=426425" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Virtues Of Sid Hamet The Magician’s Rod</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rod was but a harmless wand,<br>While Moses held it in his hand;<br>But, soon as e'er he laid it down,<br>Twas a devouring serpent grown.<br>Our great magician, Hamet Sid,<br>Reverses what the prophet did:<br>His rod was honest English wood,<br>That senseless in a corner stood,<br>Till metamorphos'd by his grasp,<br>It grew an all-devouring asp;<br>Would hiss, and sting, and roll, and twist.<br>By the mere virtue of his fist:<br>But, when he laid it down, as quick<br>Resum'd the figure of a stick.<br>So, to her midnight feasts, the hag<br>Rides on a broomstick for a nag,<br>That, rais'd by magic of her breech,<br>O'er sea and land conveys the witch;<br>But with the morning dawn resumes<br>The peaceful state of common brooms.<br>They tell us something strange and odd,<br>About a certain magic rod,<br>That, bending down its top, divines<br>Whene'er the soil has golden mines;<br>Where there are none, it stands erect,<br>Scorning to show the least respect:<br>As ready was the wand of Sid<br>To bend where golden mines were hid:<br>In Scottish hills found precious ore,<br>Where none e'er look'd for it before;<br>And by a gentle bow divine<br>How well a cully's purse was lined;<br>To a forlorn and broken rake,<br>Stood without motion like a stake.<br>The rod of Hermes was renown'd<br>For charms above and under ground;<br>To sleep could mortal eyelids fix,<br>And drive departed souls to Styx.<br>That rod was a just type of Sid's,<br>Which o'er a British senate's lids<br>Could scatter opium full as well,<br>And drive as many souls to hell.<br>Sid's rod was slender, white, and tall,<br>Which oft he used to fish withal;<br>A PLACE was fasten'd to the hook,<br>And many score of gudgeons took;<br>Yet still so happy was his fate,<br>He caught his fish and sav'd his bait.<br>Sid's brethren of the conj'ring tribe,<br>A circle with their rod describe,<br>Which proves a magical redoubt,<br>To keep mischievous spirits out.<br>Sid's rod was of a larger stride,<br>And made a circle thrice as wide,<br>Where spirits throng'd with hideous din,<br>And he stood there to take them in;<br>But when th'enchanted rod was broke,<br>They vanish'd in a stinking smoke.<br>Achilles' sceptre was of wood,<br>Like Sid's, but nothing near so good;<br>Though down from ancestors divine<br>Transmitted to the heroes line;<br>Thence, thro' a long descent of kings,<br>Came an HEIRLOOM, as Homer sings.<br>Though this description looks so big,<br>That sceptre was a sapless twig,<br>Which, from the fatal day, when first<br>It left the forest where 'twas nurs'd,<br>As Homer tells us o'er and o'er,<br>Nor leaf, nor fruit, nor blossom bore.<br>Sid's sceptre, full of juice, did shoot<br>In golden boughs, and golden fruit;<br>And he, the dragon never sleeping,<br>Guarded each fair Hesperian Pippin.<br>No hobby-horse, with gorgeous top,<br>The dearest in Charles Mather's shop,<br>Or glittering tinsel of May Fair,<br>Could with this rod of Sid compare.<br>Dear Sid, then why wert thou so mad<br>To break thy rod like naughty lad?<br>You should have kiss'd it in your distress,<br>And then return'd it to your mistress;<br>Or made it a Newmarket switch,<br>And not a rod for thine own breech.<br>But since old Sid has broken this,<br>His next may be a rod in piss.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jonathan+Swift">Jonathan Swift</a><div class=q>
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While Moses held it in his hand;
But, soon as e'er he laid it down,
Twas a devouring serpent grown.
Our great magician, Hamet Sid,
Reverses what the prophet did:
His rod was honest English wood,
That senseless in a..."></div>
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