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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538048" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Damsel Of Peru</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where olive leaves were twinkling in every wind that blew,<br>There sat beneath the pleasant shade a damsel of Peru.<br>Betwixt the slender boughs, as they opened to the air,<br>Came glimpses of her ivory neck and of her glossy hair;<br>And sweetly rang her silver voice, within that shady nook,<br>As from the shrubby glen is heard the sound of hidden brook.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis a song of love and valour, in the noble Spanish tongue,<br>That once upon the sunny plains of old Castile was sung;<br>When, from their mountain holds, on the Moorish rout below,<br>Had rushed the Christians like a flood, and swept away the foe.<br>A while that melody is still, and then breaks forth anew<br>A wilder rhyme, a livelier note, of freedom and Peru.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For she has bound the sword to a youthful lover's side,<br>And sent him to the war the day she should have been his bride,<br>And bade him bear a faithful heart to battle for the right,<br>And held the fountains of her eyes till he was out of sight.<br>Since the parting kiss was given, six weary months are fled,<br>And yet the foe is in the land, and blood must yet be shed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A white hand parts the branches, a lovely face looks forth,<br>And bright dark eyes gaze steadfastly and sadly toward the north<br>Thou look'st in vain, sweet maiden, the sharpest sight would fail.<br>To spy a sign of human life abroad in all the vale;<br>For the noon is coming on, and the sunbeams fiercely beat,<br>And the silent hills and forest-tops seem reeling in the heat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That white hand is withdrawn, that fair sad face is gone,<br>But the music of that silver voice is flowing sweetly on,<br>Not as of late, in cheerful tones, but mournfully and low,--<br>A ballad of a tender maid heart-broken long ago,<br>Of him who died in battle, the youthful and the brave,<br>And her who died of sorrow, upon his early grave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But see, along that mountain's slope, a fiery horseman ride;<br>Mark his torn plume, his tarnished belt, the sabre at his side.<br>His spurs are buried rowel-deep, he rides with loosened rein,<br>There's blood upon his charger's flank and foam upon the mane;<br>He speeds him toward the olive-grove, along that shaded hill:<br>God shield the helpless maiden there, if he should mean her ill!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And suddenly that song has ceased, and suddenly I hear<br>A shriek sent up amid the shade, a shriek--but not of fear.<br>For tender accents follow, and tenderer pauses speak<br>The overflow of gladness, when words are all too weak:<br>'I lay my good sword at thy feet, for now Peru is free,<br>And I am come to dwell beside the olive-grove with thee.'</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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There sat beneath the pleasant shade a damsel of Peru.
Betwixt the slender boughs, as they opened to the air,
Came glimpses of her ivory neck and of her glossy hair;
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