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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529327" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Narva and Mored</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Recite the loves of Narva and Mored <br>The priest of Chalma's triple idol said. <br>High from the ground the youthful warriors sprung, <br>Loud on the concave shell the lances rung: <br>In all the mystic mazes of the dance, <br>The youths of Banny's burning sands advance, <br>Whilst the soft virgin panting looks behind, <br>And rides upon the pinions of the wind; <br>Ascends the mountain's brow, and measures round <br>The steepy cliffs of Chalma's sacred ground, <br>Chalma, the god whose noisy thunders fly <br>Thro' the dark covering of the midnight sky, <br>Whose arm directs the close-embattled host, <br>And sinks the labouring vessels on the coast; <br>Chalma, whose excellence is known from far; <br>From Lupa's rocky hill to Calabar. <br>The guardian god of Afric and the isles, <br>Where nature in her strongest vigour smiles; <br>Where the blue blossom of the forky thorn, <br>Bends with the nectar of the op'ning morn: <br>Where ginger's aromatic, matted root, <br>Creep through the mead, and up the mountains shoot. <br>Three times the virgin, swimming on the breeze, <br>Danc'd in the shadow of the mystic trees: <br>When, like a dark cloud spreading to the view, <br>The first-born sons of war and blood pursue; <br>Swift as the elk they pour along the plain; <br>Swift as the flying clouds distilling rain. <br>Swift as the boundings of the youthful row, <br>They course around, and lengthen as they go. <br>Like the long chain of rocks, whose summits rise, <br>Far in the sacred regions of the skies; <br>Upon whose top the black'ning tempest lours, <br>Whilst down its side the gushing torrent pours, <br>Like the long cliffy mountains which extend <br>From Lorbar's cave, to where the nations end, <br>Which sink in darkness, thick'ning and obscure, <br>Impenetrable, mystic, and impure; <br>The flying terrors of the war advance, <br>And round the sacred oak, repeat the dance. <br>Furious they twist around the gloomy trees, <br>Like leaves in autumn, twirling with the breeze. <br>So when the splendor of the dying day <br>Darts the red lustre of the watery way; <br>Sudden beneath Toddida's whistling brink, <br>The circling billows in wild eddies sink, <br>Whirl furious round, and the loud bursting wave <br>Sinks down to Chalma's sacerdotal cave, <br>Explores the palaces on Zira's coast, <br>Where howls the war-song of the chieftain's ghost; <br>Where the artificer in realms below, <br>Gilds the rich lance, or beautifies the bow; <br>From the young palm tree spins the useful twine, <br>Or makes the teeth of elephants divine. <br>Where the pale children of the feeble sun, <br>In search of gold, thro' every climate run: <br>From burning heat to freezing torments go, <br>And live in all vicissitudes of woe. <br>Like the loud eddies of Toddida's sea, <br>The warriors circle the mysterious tree: <br>'Till spent with exercise they spread around <br>Upon the op'ning blossoms of the ground. <br>The priestess rising, sings the sacred tale, <br>And the loud chorus echoes thro' the dale. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Priestess </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Far from the burning sands of Calabar; <br>Far from the lustre of the morning star; <br>Far from the pleasure of the holy morn; <br>Far from the blessedness of Chalma's horn: <br>Now rests the souls of Narva and Mored, <br>Laid in the dust, and number'd with the dead. <br>Dear are their memories to us, and long, <br>Long shall their attributes be known in song. <br>Their lives were transient as the meadow flow'r. <br>Ripen'd in ages, wither'd in an hour. <br>Chalma, reward them in his gloomy cave, <br>And open all the prisons of the grave. <br>Bred to the service of the godhead's throne, <br>And living but to serve his God alone, <br>Narva was beauteous as the opening day <br>When on the spangling waves the sunbeams play, <br>When the mackaw, ascending to the sky, <br>Views the bright splendour with a steady eye. <br>Tall, as the house of Chalma's dark retreat; <br>Compact and firm, as Rhadal Ynca's fleet, <br>Completely beauteous as a summer's sun, <br>Was Narva, by his excellence undone. <br>Where the soft Togla creeps along the meads, <br>Thro' scented Calamus and fragrant reeds; <br>Where the sweet Zinsa spreads its matted bed <br>Liv'd the still sweeter flower, the young Mored; <br>Black was her face, as Togla's hidden cell; <br>Soft as the moss where hissing adders dwell. <br>As to the sacred court she brought a fawn, <br>The sportive tenant of the spicy lawn, <br>She saw and loved! and Narva too forgot <br>His sacred vestment and his mystic lot. <br>Long had the mutual sigh, the mutual tear, <br>Burst from the breast and scorn'd confinement there. <br>Existence was a torment! O my breast! <br>Can I find accents to unfold the rest! <br>Lock'd in each others arms, from Hyga's cave, <br>They plung'd relentless to a wat'ry grave; <br>And falling murmured to the powers above, <br>&quot;Gods! take our lives, unless we live to love.&quot;</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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The priest of Chalma's triple idol said. 
High from the ground the youthful warriors sprung, 
Loud on the concave shell the lances rung: 
In all the mystic mazes of the dance, 
The youths of Banny's burning san..."></div>
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