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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519274" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Nile</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Out of the unknown South,<br>Through the dark lands of drouth,<br>Far wanders ancient Nile in slumber gliding:<br>Clear-mirrored in his dream<br>The deeds that haunt his stream<br>Flash out and fade like stars in midnight sliding.<br>Long since, before the life of man<br>Rose from among the lives that creep,<br>With Time's own tide began<br>That still mysterious sleep,<br>Only to cease when Time shall reach the eternal deep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From out his vision vast<br>The early gods have passed,<br>They waned and perished with the faith that made them;<br>The long phantasmal line<br>Of Pharaohs crowned divine<br>Are dust among the dust that once obeyed them.<br>Their land is one mute burial mound,<br>Save when across the drifted years<br>Some chant of hollow sound,<br>Some triumph blent with tears,<br>From Memnon's lips at dawn wakens the desert meres.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Nile, and can it be<br>No memory dwells with thee<br>Of Grecian lore and the sweet Grecian singer?<br>The legions' iron tramp,<br>The Goths' wide-wandering camp,<br>Had these no fame that by thy shore might linger?<br>Nay, then must all be lost indeed,<br>Lost too the swift pursuing might<br>That cleft with passionate speed<br>Aboukir's tranquil night,<br>And shattered in mid-swoop the great world-eagle's flight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet have there been on earth<br>Spirits of starry birth,<br>Whose splendour rushed to no eternal setting:<br>They over all endure,<br>Their course through all is sure,<br>The dark world's light is still of their begetting.<br>Though the long past forgotten lies,<br>Nile! in thy dream remember him,<br>Whose like no more shall rise<br>Above our twilight's rim,<br>Until the immortal dawn shall make all glories dim.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For this man was not great<br>By gold or kingly state,<br>Or the bright sword, or knowledge of earth's wonder;<br>But more than all his race<br>He saw life face to face,<br>And heard the still small voice above the thunder.<br>O river, while thy waters roll<br>By yonder vast deserted tomb,<br>There, where so clear a soul<br>So shone through gathering doom,<br>Thou and thy land shall keep the tale of lost Khartoum.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sir+Henry+Newbolt">Sir Henry Newbolt</a><div class=q>
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Through the dark lands of drouth,
Far wanders ancient Nile in slumber gliding:
Clear-mirrored in his dream
The deeds that haunt his stream
Flash out and fade like stars in midnight sliding.
Long since, before the life of ..."></div>
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