<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538723" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Pocahontas</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wearied arm and broken sword<br>Wage in vain the desperate fight:<br>Round him press a countless horde,<br>He is but a single knight.<br>Hark! a cry of triumph shrill<br>Through the wilderness resounds,<br>As, with twenty bleeding wounds,<br>Sinks the warrior, fighting still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now they heap the fatal pyre,<br>And the torch of death they light:<br>Ah! 'tis hard to die of fire!<br>Who will shield the captive knight?<br>Round the stake with fiendish cry<br>Wheel and dance the savage crowd,<br>Cold the victim's mien, and proud.<br>And his breast is bared to die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who will shield the fearless heart?<br>Who avert the murderous blade?<br>From the throng, with sudden start,<br>See there springs an Indian maid.<br>Quick she stands before the knight,<br>'Loose the chain, unbind the ring,<br>I am daughter of the king,<br>And I claim the Indian right!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dauntlessly aside she flings<br>Lifted axe and thirsty knife;<br>Fondly to his heart she clings,<br>And her bosom guards his life!<br>In the woods of Powhattan,<br>Still 'tis told by Indian fires,<br>How a daughter of their sires<br>Saved the captive Englishman.</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538723" data-title="Pocahontas de William Makepeace Thackeray" data-description="Wearied arm and broken sword Wage in vain the desperate fight: Round him press a countless horde, He is but a single knight. Hark! a cry of triumph shrill Through the wilderness resounds, As, with twenty bleeding wounds, Sinks the warrior, fightin..."></div> </div> </div>

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