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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=478109" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Bigotry's Victim</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.<br>Dares the lama, most fleet of the sons of the wind,<br>The lion to rouse from his skull-covered lair?<br>When the tiger approaches can the fast-fleeting hind<br>Repose trust in his footsteps of air?<br>No! Abandoned he sinks in a trance of despair,<br>The monster transfixes his prey,<br>On the sand flows his life-blood away;<br>Whilst India's rocks to his death-yells reply,<br>Protracting the horrible harmony.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II.<br>Yet the fowl of the desert, when danger encroaches,<br>Dares fearless to perish defending her brood,<br>Though the fiercest of cloud-piercing tyrants approaches<br>Thirsting--ay, thirsting for blood;<br>And demands, like mankind, his brother for food;<br>Yet more lenient, more gentle than they; <br>For hunger, not glory, the prey<br>Must perish. Revenge does not howl in the dead.<br>Nor ambition with fame crown the murderer’s head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III.<br>Though weak as the lama that bounds on the mountains,<br>And endued not with fast-fleeting footsteps of air, <br>Yet, yet will I draw from the purest of fountains,<br>Though a fiercer than tiger is there.<br>Though, more dreadful than death, it scatters despair,<br>Though its shadow eclipses the day,<br>And the darkness of deepest dismay <br>Spreads the influence of soul-chilling terror around,<br>And lowers on the corpses, that rot on the ground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV.<br>They came to the fountain to draw from its stream<br>Waves too pure, too celestial, for mortals to see;<br>They bathed for awhile in its silvery beam,<br>Then perished, and perished like me.<br>For in vain from the grasp of the Bigot I flee;<br>The most tenderly loved of my soul<br>Are slaves to his hated control.<br>He pursues me, he blasts me! 'Tis in vain that I fly:--<br>What remains, but to curse him,--to curse him and die?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Percy+Bysshe+Shelley">Percy Bysshe Shelley</a><div class=q>
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Dares the lama, most fleet of the sons of the wind,
The lion to rouse from his skull-covered lair?
When the tiger approaches can the fast-fleeting hind
Repose trust in his footsteps of air?
No! Abandoned he sinks in a trance of despair,
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