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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=534044" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Epic Of The Lion</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A Lion in his jaws caught up a child--<br>Not harming it--and to the woodland, wild<br>With secret streams and lairs, bore off his prey--<br>The beast, as one might cull a bud in May.<br>It was a rosy boy, a king's own pride,<br>A ten-year lad, with bright eyes shining wide,<br>And save this son his majesty beside<br>Had but one girl, two years of age, and so<br>The monarch suffered, being old, much woe;<br>His heir the monster's prey, while the whole land<br>In dread both of the beast and king did stand;<br>Sore terrified were all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By came a knight<br>That road, who halted, asking, 'What's the fright?'<br>They told him, and he spurred straight for the site!<br>The beast was seen to smile ere joined they fight,<br>The man and monster, in most desperate duel,<br>Like warring giants, angry, huge, and cruel.<br>Stout though the knight, the lion stronger was,<br>And tore that brave breast under its cuirass,<br>Scrunching that hero, till he sprawled, alas!<br>Beneath his shield, all blood and mud and mess:<br>Whereat the lion feasted: then it went<br>Back to its rocky couch and slept content.<br>Sudden, loud cries and clamors! striking out<br>Qualm to the heart of the quiet, horn and shout<br>Causing the solemn wood to reel with rout.<br>Terrific was this noise that rolled before;<br>It seemed a squadron; nay, 'twas something more--<br>A whole battalion, sent by that sad king<br>With force of arms his little prince to bring,<br>Together with the lion's bleeding hide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Which here was right or wrong? Who can decide?<br>Have beasts or men most claim to live? God wots!<br>He is the unit, we the cipher-dots.<br>Ranged in the order a great hunt should have,<br>They soon between the trunks espy the cave.<br>'Yes, that is it! the very mouth of the den!'<br>The trees all round it muttered, warning men;<br>Still they kept step and neared it. Look you now,<br>Company's pleasant, and there were a thou--<br>Good Lord! all in a moment, there's its face!<br>Frightful! they saw the lion! Not one pace<br>Further stirred any man; but bolt and dart<br>Made target of the beast. He, on his part,<br>As calm as Pelion in the rain or hail,<br>Bristled majestic from the teeth to tail,<br>And shook full fifty missiles from his hide,<br>But no heed took he; steadfastly he eyed,<br>And roared a roar, hoarse, vibrant, vengeful, dread,<br>A rolling, raging peal of wrath, which spread,<br>Making the half-awakened thunder cry,<br>'Who thunders there?' from its black bed of sky.<br>This ended all! Sheer horror cleared the coast;<br>As fogs are driven by the wind, that valorous host<br>Melted, dispersed to all the quarters four,<br>Clean panic-stricken by that monstrous roar.<br>Then quoth the lion, 'Woods and mountains, see,<br>A thousand men, enslaved, fear one beast free!'<br>He followed towards the hill, climbed high above,<br>Lifted his voice, and, as the sowers sow<br>The seed down wind, thus did that lion throw<br>His message far enough the town to reach:<br>'King! your behavior really passes speech!<br>Thus far no harm I've wrought to him your son;<br>But now I give you notice--when night's done,<br>I will make entry at your city-gate,<br>Bringing the prince alive; and those who wait<br>To see him in my jaws--your lackey-crew--<br>Shall see me eat him in your palace, too!'<br>Next morning, this is what was viewed in town:<br>Dawn coming--people going--some adown<br>Praying, some crying; pallid cheeks, swift feet,<br>And a huge lion stalking through the street.<br>It seemed scarce short of rash impiety<br>To cross its path as the fierce beast went by.<br>So to the palace and its gilded dome<br>With stately steps unchallenged did he roam;<br>He enters it--within those walls he leapt!<br>No man!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For certes, though he raged and wept,<br>His majesty, like all, close shelter kept,<br>Solicitous to live, holding his breath<br>Specially precious to the realm. Now death<br>Is not thus viewed by honest beasts of prey;<br>And when the lion found _him_ fled away,<br>Ashamed to be so grand, man being so base,<br>He muttered to himself, 'A wretched king!<br>'Tis well; I'll eat his boy!' Then, wandering,<br>Lordly he traversed courts and corridors,<br>Paced beneath vaults of gold on shining floors,<br>Glanced at the throne deserted, stalked from hall<br>To hall--green, yellow, crimson--empty all!<br>Rich couches void, soft seats unoccupied!<br>And as he walked he looked from side to side<br>To find some pleasant nook for his repast,<br>Since appetite was come to munch at last<br>The princely morsel!--Ah! what sight astounds<br>That grisly lounger?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the palace grounds<br>An alcove on a garden gives, and there<br>A tiny thing--forgot in the general fear,<br>Lulled in the flower-sweet dreams of infancy,<br>Bathed with soft sunlight falling brokenly<br>Through leaf and lattice--was at that moment waking;<br>A little lovely maid, most dear and taking,<br>The prince's sister--all alone, undressed--<br>She sat up singing: children sing so best.<br>Charming this beauteous baby-maid; and so<br>The beast caught sight of her and stopped--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then<br>Entered--the floor creaked as he stalked straight in.<br>Above the playthings by the little bed<br>The lion put his shaggy, massive head,<br>Dreadful with savage might and lordly scorn,<br>More dreadful with that princely prey so borne;<br>Which she, quick spying, 'Brother, brother!' cried,<br>'Oh, my own brother!' and, unterrified,<br>She gazed upon that monster of the wood,<br>Whose yellow balls not Typhon had withstood,<br>And--well! who knows what thoughts these small heads hold?<br>She rose up in her cot--full height, and bold,<br>And shook her pink fist angrily at him.<br>Whereon--close to the little bed's white rim,<br>All dainty silk and laces--this huge brute<br>Set down her brother gently at her foot,<br>Just as a mother might, and said to her,<br>'Don't be put out, now! There he is, dear, there!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Victor+Hugo">Victor Hugo</a><div class=q>
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Not harming it--and to the woodland, wild
With secret streams and lairs, bore off his prey--
The beast, as one might cull a bud in May.
It was a rosy boy, a king's own pride,
A ten-year lad, with bright eyes ..."></div>
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