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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529326" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Heccar and Gaira</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where the rough Caigra rolls the surgy wave, <br>Urging his thunders thro' the echoing cave; <br>Where the sharp rocks, in distant horror seen, <br>Drive the white currents thro' the spreading green; <br>Where the loud tiger, pawing in his rage, <br>Bids the black archers of the wilds engage; <br>Stretch'd on the sand, two panting warriors lay, <br>In all the burning torments of the day; <br>Their bloody jav'lins reeked one living steam, <br>Their bows were broken at the roaring stream; <br>Heccar the Chief of Jarra's fruitful hill, <br>Where the dark vapours nightly dews distil, <br>Saw Gaira the companion of his soul, <br>Extended where loud Caigra's billows roll; <br>Gaira, the king of warring archers found, <br>Where daily lightnings plough the sandy ground, <br>Where brooding tempests bowl along the sky, <br>Where rising deserts whirl'd in circles fly. <br> <br>Heccar. <br>Gaira, 'tis useless to attempt the chace, <br>Swifter than hunted wolves they urge the race; <br>Their lessening forms elude the straining eye, <br>Upon the plumage of macaws they fly. <br>Let us return, and strip the reeking slain <br>Leaving the bodies on the burning plain. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gaira. <br>Heccar, my vengeance still exclaims for blood, <br>'Twould drink a wider stream than Caigra's flood. <br>This jav'lin, oft in nobler quarrels try'd, <br>Put the loud thunder of their arms aside. <br>Fast as the streaming rain, I pour'd the dart, <br>Hurling a whirlwind thro' the trembling heart; <br>But now my ling'ring feet revenge denies, <br>O could I throw my jav'lin from my eyes! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Heccar. <br>When Gaira the united armies broke, <br>Death wing'd the arrow; death impell'd the stroke. <br>See, pil'd in mountains, on the sanguine sand <br>The blasted of the lightnings of thy hand. <br>Search the brown desert, and the glossy green; <br>There are the trophies of thy valour seen. <br>The scatter'd bones mantled in silver white, <br>Once animated, dared the force in fight. <br>The children of the wave, whose pallid face, <br>Views the faint sun display a languid face, <br>From the red fury of thy justice fled, <br>Swifter than torrents from their rocky bed. <br>Fear with a sickened silver ting'd their hue; <br>The guilty fear, when vengeance is their due. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gaira. <br>Rouse not Remembrance from her shadowy cell, <br>Nor of those bloody sons of mischief tell. <br>Cawna, O Cawna! deck'd in sable charms, <br>What distant region holds thee from my arms? <br>Cawna, the pride of Afric's sultry vales, <br>Soft as the cooling murmur of the gales, <br>Majestic as the many colour'd snake, <br>Trailing his glories thro' the blossom'd brake; <br>Black as the glossy rocks, where Eascal roars, <br>Foaming thro' sandy wastes to Jaghir's shores; <br>Swift as the arrow, hasting to the breast, <br>Was Cawna, the companion of my rest. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sun sat low'ring in the western sky, <br>The swelling tempest spread around the eye; <br>Upon my Cawna's bosom I reclin'd, <br>Catching the breathing whispers of the wind <br>Swift from the wood a prowling tiger came; <br>Dreadful his voice, his eyes a glowing flame; <br>I bent the bow, the never-erring dart <br>Pierced his rough armour, but escaped his heart; <br>He fled, tho' wounded, to a distant waste, <br>I urg'd the furious flight with fatal haste; <br>He fell, he died-- spent in the fiery toil, <br>I strip'd his carcase of the furry spoil, <br>And as the varied spangles met my eye, <br>On this, I cried, shall my loved Cawna lie. <br>The dusky midnight hung the skies in grey; <br>Impell'd by love, I wing'd the airy way; <br>In the deep valley and mossy plain, <br>I sought my Cawna, but I sought in vain, <br>The pallid shadows of the azure waves <br>Had made my Cawna, and my children slaves. <br>Reflection maddens, to recall the hour, <br>The gods had given me to the demon's power. <br>The dusk slow vanished from the hated lawn, <br>I gain'd a mountain glaring with the dawn. <br>There the full sails, expanded to the wind, <br>Struck horror and distraction in my mind, <br>There Cawna mingled with a worthless train, <br>In common slavery drags the hated chain. <br>Now judge, my Heccar, have I cause for rage? <br>Should aught the thunder of my arm assuage? <br>In ever-reeking blood this jav'lin dyed <br>With vengeance shall be never satisfied; <br>I'll strew the beaches with the mighty dead <br>And tinge the lily of their features red. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Heccar. <br>When the loud shriekings of the hostile cry <br>Roughly salute my ear, enraged I'll fly; <br>Send the sharp arrow quivering thro' the heart <br>Chill the hot vitals with the venom'd dart; <br>Nor heed the shining steel or noisy smoke, <br>Gaira and Vengeance shall inspire the stroke.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Chatterton">Thomas Chatterton</a><div class=q>
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Where the sharp rocks, in distant horror seen, 
Drive the white currents thro' the spreading green; 
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