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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538692" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Abd-El-Kader At Toulon Or, The Caged Hawk</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">No more, thou lithe and long-winged hawk, of desert-life for thee;<br>No more across the sultry sands shalt thou go swooping free:<br>Blunt idle talons, idle beak, with spurning of thy chain,<br>Shatter against thy cage the wing thou ne'er may'st spread again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Long, sitting by their watchfires, shall the Kabyles tell the tale<br>Of thy dash from Ben Halifa on the fat Metidja vale;<br>How thou swept'st the desert over, bearing down the wild El Riff,<br>From eastern Beni Salah to western Ouad Shelif;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How thy white burnous welit streaming, like the storm-rack o'er the sea,<br>When thou rodest in the vanward of the Moorish chivalry;<br>How thy razzia was a whirlwind, thy onset a simoom,<br>How thy sword-sweep was the lightning, dealing death from out the gloom!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor less quick to slay in battle than in peace to spare and save,<br>Of brave men wisest councillor, of wise councillors most brave;<br>How the eye that flashed destruction could beam gentleness and love,<br>How lion in thee mated lamb, how eagle mated dove!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Availed not or steel or shot 'gainst that charmed life secure,<br>Till cunning France, in last resource, tossed up the golden lure;<br>And the carrion buzzards round him stooped, faithless, to the cast,<br>And the wild hawk of the desert is caught and caged at last.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Weep, maidens of Zerifah, above the laden loom!<br>Scar, chieftains of Al Elmah, your cheeks in grief and gloom!<br>Sons of the Beni Snazam, throw down the useless lance,<br>And stoop your necks and bare your backs to yoke and scourge of France!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Twas not in fight they bore him down; he never cried aman;<br>He never sank his sword before the PRINCE OF FRANGHISTAN;<br>But with traitors all around him, his star upon the wane,<br>He heard the voice of ALLAH, and he would not strive in vain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They gave him what he asked them; from king to king he spake,<br>As one that plighted word and seal not knoweth how to break;<br>'Let me pass from out my deserts, be't mine own choice where to go,<br>I brook no fettered life to live, a captive and a show.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And they promised, and he trusted them, and proud and calm he came,<br>Upon his black mare riding, girt with his sword of fame.<br>Good steed, good sword, he rendered both unto the Frankish throng;<br>He knew them false and fickle—but a Prince's word is strong.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How have they kept their promise? Turned they the vessel's prow<br>Unto Acre, Alexandria, as they have sworn e'en now?<br>Not so: from Oran northwards the white sails gleam and glance,<br>And the wild hawk of the desert is borne away to France!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where Toulon's white-walled lazaret looks southward o'er the wave,<br>Sits he that trusted in the word a son of Louis gave.<br>O noble faith of noble heart! And was the warning vain,<br>The text writ by the BOURBON in the blurred black book of Spain?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They have need of thee to gaze on, they have need of thee to grace<br>The triumph of the Prince, to gild the pinchbeck of their race.<br>Words are but wind, conditions must be construed by GUIZOT;<br>Dash out thy heart, thou desert hawk, ere thou art made a show!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Makepeace+Thackeray">William Makepeace Thackeray</a><div class=q>
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