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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538036" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The African Chief</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Chained in the market-place he stood,<br>A man of giant frame,<br>Amid the gathering multitude<br>That shrunk to hear his name--<br>All stern of look and strong of limb,<br>His dark eye on the ground:--<br>And silently they gazed on him,<br>As on a lion bound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Vainly, but well, that chief had fought,<br>He was a captive now,<br>Yet pride, that fortune humbles not,<br>Was written on his brow.<br>The scars his dark broad bosom wore,<br>Showed warrior true and brave;<br>A prince among his tribe before,<br>He could not be a slave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then to his conqueror he spake--<br>'My brother is a king;<br>Undo this necklace from my neck,<br>And take this bracelet ring,<br>And send me where my brother reigns,<br>And I will fill thy hands<br>With store of ivory from the plains,<br>And gold-dust from the sands.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Not for thy ivory nor thy gold<br>Will I unbind thy chain;<br>That bloody hand shall never hold<br>The battle-spear again.<br>A price thy nation never gave<br>Shall yet be paid for thee;<br>For thou shalt be the Christian's slave,<br>In lands beyond the sea.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then wept the warrior chief, and bade<br>To shred his locks away;<br>And one by one, each heavy braid<br>Before the victor lay.<br>Thick were the platted locks, and long,<br>And closely hidden there<br>Shone many a wedge of gold among<br>The dark and crisped hair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Look, feast thy greedy eye with gold<br>Long kept for sorest need:<br>Take it--thou askest sums untold,<br>And say that I am freed.<br>Take it--my wife, the long, long day,<br>Weeps by the cocoa-tree,<br>And my young children leave their play,<br>And ask in vain for me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I take thy gold--but I have made<br>Thy fetters fast and strong,<br>And ween that by the cocoa shade<br>Thy wife will wait thee long.'<br>Strong was the agony that shook<br>The captive's frame to hear,<br>And the proud meaning of his look<br>Was changed to mortal fear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His heart was broken--crazed his brain:<br>At once his eye grew wild;<br>He struggled fiercely with his chain,<br>Whispered, and wept, and smiled;<br>Yet wore not long those fatal bands,<br>And once, at shut of day,<br>They drew him forth upon the sands,<br>The foul hyena's prey.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Cullen+Bryant">William Cullen Bryant</a><div class=q>
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A man of giant frame,
Amid the gathering multitude
That shrunk to hear his name--
All stern of look and strong of limb,
His dark eye on the ground:--
And silently they gazed on him,
As on a lion bound.

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