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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=499035" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Falcon</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fair Princesse of the spacious air,<br>That hast vouchsaf'd acquaintance here,<br>With us are quarter'd below stairs,<br>That can reach heav'n with nought but pray'rs;<br>Who, when our activ'st wings we try,<br>Advance a foot into the sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Bright heir t' th' bird imperial,<br>From whose avenging penons fall<br>Thunder and lightning twisted spun!<br>Brave cousin-german to the Sun!<br>That didst forsake thy throne and sphere,<br>To be an humble pris'ner here;<br>And for a pirch of her soft hand,<br>Resign the royal woods' command.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> How often would'st thou shoot heav'ns ark,<br>Then mount thy self into a lark;<br>And after our short faint eyes call,<br>When now a fly, now nought at all!<br>Then stoop so swift unto our sence,<br>As thou wert sent intelligence!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Free beauteous slave, thy happy feet<br>In silver fetters vervails meet,<br>And trample on that noble wrist,<br>The gods have kneel'd in vain t' have kist.<br>But gaze not, bold deceived spye,<br>Too much oth' lustre of her eye;<br>The Sun thou dost out stare, alas!<br>Winks at the glory of her face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Be safe then in thy velvet helm,<br>Her looks are calms that do orewhelm,<br>Then the Arabian bird more blest,<br>Chafe in the spicery of her breast,<br>And loose you in her breath a wind<br>Sow'rs the delicious gales of Inde.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But now a quill from thine own wing<br>I pluck, thy lofty fate to sing;<br>Whilst we behold the varions fight<br>With mingled pleasure and affright;<br>The humbler hinds do fall to pray'r,<br>As when an army's seen i' th' air,<br>And the prophetick spannels run,<br>And howle thy epicedium.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The heron mounted doth appear<br>On his own Peg'sus a lanceer,<br>And seems, on earth when he doth hut,<br>A proper halberdier on foot;<br>Secure i' th' moore, about to sup,<br>The dogs have beat his quarters up.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And now he takes the open air,<br>Drawes up his wings with tactick care;<br>Whilst th' expert falcon swift doth climbe<br>In subtle mazes serpentine;<br>And to advantage closely twin'd<br>She gets the upper sky and wind,<br>Where she dissembles to invade,<br>And lies a pol'tick ambuscade.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The hedg'd-in heron, whom the foe<br>Awaits above, and dogs below,<br>In his fortification lies,<br>And makes him ready for surprize;<br>When roused with a shrill alarm,<br>Was shouted from beneath: they arm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The falcon charges at first view<br>With her brigade of talons, through<br>Whose shoots, the wary heron beat<br>With a well counterwheel'd retreat.<br>But the bold gen'ral, never lost,<br>Hath won again her airy post;<br>Who, wild in this affront, now fryes,<br>Then gives a volley of her eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The desp'rate heron now contracts<br>In one design all former facts;<br>Noble, he is resolv'd to fall,<br>His and his en'mies funerall,<br>And (to be rid of her) to dy,<br>A publick martyr of the sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> When now he turns his last to wreak<br>The palizadoes of his beak,<br>The raging foe impatient,<br>Wrack'd with revenge, and fury rent,<br>Swift as the thunderbolt he strikes<br>Too sure upon the stand of pikes;<br>There she his naked breast doth hit,<br>And on the case of rapiers's split.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But ev'n in her expiring pangs<br>The heron's pounc'd within her phangs,<br>And so above she stoops to rise,<br>A trophee and a sacrifice;<br>Whilst her own bells in the sad fall<br>Ring out the double funerall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Ah, victory, unhap'ly wonne!<br>Weeping and red is set the Sun;<br>Whilst the whole field floats in one tear,<br>And all the air doth mourning wear.<br>Close-hooded all thy kindred come<br>To pay their vows upon thy tombe;<br>The hobby and the musket too<br>Do march to take their last adieu.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The lanner and the lanneret<br>Thy colours bear as banneret;<br>The GOSHAWK and her TERCEL rows'd<br>With tears attend thee as new bows'd,<br>All these are in their dark array,<br>Led by the various herald-jay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But thy eternal name shall live<br>Whilst quills from ashes fame reprieve,<br>Whilst open stands renown's wide dore,<br>And wings are left on which to soar;<br>Doctor robbin, the prelate pye,<br>And the poetick swan, shall dye,<br>Only to sing thy elegie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Richard+Lovelace">Richard Lovelace</a><div class=q>
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That hast vouchsaf'd acquaintance here,
With us are quarter'd below stairs,
That can reach heav'n with nought but pray'rs;
Who, when our activ'st wings we try,
Advance a foot into the sky.

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