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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=450008" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Traveller in Africa</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A Dramatic Sketch</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>A Forest. Night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Alone, amidst the interminable forest!—<br>Where shall I seek for aid! my weary limbs,<br>Torn by the briars, and wasted with fatigue,<br>Refuse to bear me further.<br>   Horrid night!<br>Black, rayless, midnight reigns; and the thick dew<br>Distils its baleful drops upon my head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> And, hark! the topmost branches of the trees,<br>With dismal moan, now louder and more near,<br>Shake in the rushing wind! It comes, it comes!—<br>The dread tornado!—is there no escape!—<br>What howl is that, which echoes from afar?<br>The frightful yell comes nearer——<br>   Mighty Heaven!<br>No friendly torch, no watchfire near, to keep<br>The savage foe at bay!—my cries alone,<br>My frantic cries of agony, have power<br>To scare the fell hyena from his prey!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> The torrent sweeps along—a swelling river<br>Rolls, dashes at my feet! I dare not climb<br>Yon palm for safety, lest the huge black ants<br>Fix on and sting me into madness. Ha!<br>That crash has fell'd the loftiest of the wood,<br>The stately cotton-tree, that could withstand<br>A thousand storms;—whose high, projecting stems,<br>Twisting in many folds impenetrable,<br>Twin'd with convoluvi and parasites,<br>Spread their broad barrier, and forbade approach.<br>'Tis fallen now—its purple blossoms crush'd—<br>And that stupendous form, which once could yield<br>A fainting army shelter, is laid low.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> I dare not linger—yet I fear to fly.—<br>I hear the human-monster's piercing howl,<br>The fierce Ingrena, sporting with the storm,<br>Like its presiding demon. He approaches—<br>And, as he comes, he tears the branches down,<br>And arms himself for slaughter. I am lost!<br>His wild eyes see me by the lightning's flash—<br>One moment, and I perish!—Oh, no! no!<br>That desp'rate leap has saved me, and the coil<br>Of the huge Boa holds my shrieking foe!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>A thousand deaths surround me—and I yield.—<br>No more at eve, beneath the ganian's shade,<br>My brave companions, shall we meet, to tell<br>Of toils and dangers past: no more recall<br>The lovely verdure of our native vales,<br>When, listening to the crown-bird's cheerful note,<br>So like our own wild wand'ring bird of spring,<br>That fancy gives us back our homes again.<br>My lov'd, lost home!—and must I perish here!—<br>Oh! were I now amidst the burning sands,<br>So the bright sun once more might shine on me,<br>Although in all his scorching fierceness, yet<br>There might be hope I should escape his beams;<br>Or, were I on the brink of some broad river,<br>Where the gaunt crocodile pursued my steps,<br>So I had light to view mine enemy,<br>There might be some hope: but here no light can come!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>   The blast<br>Bears shouts upon its wings—new terrors still<br>Come thronging to o'erwhelm me! Gracious Heaven!<br>Those well-known sounds, those voices! and my name<br>Echoing through all the forest!—I am saved!—<br>Here, here, my friends! rush onward, ye are come<br>In time to see me die!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Louisa+Stuart+Costello">Louisa Stuart Costello</a><div class=q>
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A Forest. Night.


Alone, amidst the interminable forest!—
Where shall I seek for aid! my weary limbs,
Torn by the briars, and wasted with fatigue,
Refuse to bear me further.
   Horrid night!
Black, rayless, midnight reigns; ..."></div>
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