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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472301" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Prologue To 'Zobeide</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">IN these bold times, when Learning's sons explore<br>The distant climate and the savage shore;<br>When wise Astronomers to India steer,<br>And quit for Venus, many a brighter here;<br>While Botanists, all cold to smiles and dimpling, <br>Forsake the fair, and patiently -- go simpling;<br>When every bosom swells with wond'rous scenes,<br>Priests, cannibals, and hoity-toity queens:<br>Our bard into the general spirit enters,<br>And fits his little frigate for adventures: <br>With Scythian stores, and trinkets deeply laden,<br>He this way steers his course, in hopes of trading --<br>Yet ere he lands he 'as ordered me before,<br>To make an observation on the shore.<br>Where are we driven? our reck'ning sure is lost! <br>This seems a barren and a dangerous coast.<br>____ what a sultry climate am I under!<br>Yon ill foreboding cloud seems big with thunder.<br>('Upper Gallery'.)<br>There Mangroves spread, and larger than I've seen 'em --<br>('Pit'.)<br>Here trees of stately size -- and turtles in 'em --<br>('Balconies'.) <br>Here ill-condition'd oranges abound --<br>('Stage'.)<br>And apples ('takes up one and tastes it'),<br>bitter apples strew the ground.<br>The place is uninhabited, I fear!<br>I heard a hissing -- there are serpents here!<br>O there the natives are -- a dreadful race! <br>The men have tails, the women paint the face!<br>No doubt they're all barbarians. -- Yes, 'tis so,<br>I'll try to make palaver with them though;<br>('Making signs'.)<br>'Tis best, however, keeping at a distance.<br>Good Savages, our Captain craves assistance; <br>Our ship's well stor'd; -- in yonder creek we've laid her;<br>His honour is no mercenary trader;<br>This is his first adventure; lend him aid,<br>Or you may chance to spoil a thriving trade.<br>His goods, he hopes are prime, and brought from far, <br>Equally fit for gallantry and war.<br>What! no reply to promises so ample?<br>I'd best step back -- and order up a sample.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Oliver+Goldsmith">Oliver Goldsmith</a><div class=q>
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The distant climate and the savage shore;
When wise Astronomers to India steer,
And quit for Venus, many a brighter here;
While Botanists, all cold to smiles and dimpling, 
Forsake the fair, and pa..."></div>
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