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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=461395" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Gift Of The Terek</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through the rocks in wildest courses<br>Seethes the Terek grim of mood,<br>Tempest howling its bewailing,<br>Pearled with foam its tearful flood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At the mountain's feet soft streaming,<br>Gentler grown its murmurs be,<br>And with greeting full of fawning<br>Speaks to the Caspian Sea:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Hospitable part thy billows,<br>Give me room, oh Ocean grave!<br>From a distance drawing thither--<br>Scarce my weary currents wave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Born upon the edge of Kasbek,<br>By the breast of clouds renewed,<br>Hatred have I sworn to mankind,<br>Who with us, the free, make feud.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">See, by rage of my own fury<br>Lies despoiled my Darjal home,<br>And as playthings for thy children,<br>Pebbles bearing now I come.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet upon her strands a'dreaming,<br>Mute the grey Sea did remain,<br>And the Terek, silver foaming,<br>Spoke caressingly again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Grey Sea I would serve thee only,<br>Have a present borne to-day--<br>See, 'tis a young Carabineer<br>Who has fallen in the fray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How his coat of mail is gleaming<br>Silver on the billows' span!<br>Golden on his trappings shining<br>Blessing of the Alcoran!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Menacing the one who slew him<br>Scowls the brow's relentless feud,<br>By his noble life blood crimsoned<br>O'er his lips his hair is glued.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through the half-closed eyelids glancing<br>Still the lust of quarrel mocks,<br>From his head deep underneath him<br>Flow the matted raven locks.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Motionless upon her beaches<br>Did the grey Sea still remain,<br>And the Terek foaming yellow<br>In displeasure spoke again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'So then, take him as a present,<br>As I nothing fairer know<br>On this round earth,--for thee only<br>This rare prize I've guarded so!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis a mountain Cossack's body<br>Wafted 'mid my billows' dance,<br>See his hair,--no silk is softer--<br>See his shoulder's gold expanse!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">See how o'er his red lips speechless<br>Now the seated eyes find rest;<br>Trickling yet the purple life blood<br>From the small wound on his breast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For a young and holy maiden,<br>Weeps lamenting, every heart!<br>One sole Cossack in the village,<br>In this mourning takes no part.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From the confines of his country<br>Rode he forth with boding grey,<br>'Neath the dagger of the Tscherkes<br>He has breathed his soul away.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the Terek paused; behold now<br>In the gleaming foam flood drowned,<br>Silvered in the spraying billows<br>Dips a head with rushes crowned.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the hoary one's lips whisper<br>Haughty words of youthful fire,<br>And the eyes lit with love lustre<br>Flame with passionate desire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Foaming, rushing on swift longing,<br>Seethed he up in youthful zest--<br>And the Terek flood was wedded<br>With him in embraces blest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mikhail+Yuryevich+Lermontov">Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov</a><div class=q>
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Seethes the Terek grim of mood,
Tempest howling its bewailing,
Pearled with foam its tearful flood.

At the mountain's feet soft streaming,
Gentler grown its murmurs be,
And with greeting full of fawning
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