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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539503" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Eclogue the Second Hassan</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">SCENE, the Desert TIME, Mid-day <br>10 In silent horror o'er the desert-waste <br>The driver Hassan with his camels passed. <br>One cruse of water on his back he bore, <br>And his light scrip contained a scanty store; <br>A fan of painted feathers in his hand, <br>To guard his shaded face from scorching sand. <br>The sultry sun had gained the middle sky, <br>And not a tree and not an herb was nigh. <br>The beasts with pain their dusty way pursue, <br>Shrill roared the winds and dreary was the view! <br>20 With desperate sorrow wild, the affrighted man <br>Thrice sighed, thrice struck his breast, and thus began: <br>`Sad was the hour and luckless was the day, <br>When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my way. <br>`Ah! little thought I of the blasting wind, <br>The thirst or pinching hunger that I find! <br>Bethink thee, Hassan, where shall thirst assuage, <br>When fails this cruse, his unrelenting rage? <br>Soon shall this scrip its precious load resign, <br>Then what but tears and hunger shall be thine?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">30 `Ye mute companions of my toils, that bear <br>In all my griefs a more than equal share! <br>Here, where no springs in murmurs break away, <br>Or moss-crowned fountains mitigate the day, <br>In vain ye hope the green delights to know, <br>Which plains more blest or verdant vales bestow. <br>Here rocks alone and tasteless sands are found, <br>And faint and sickly winds for ever howl around. <br>Sad was the hour and luckless was the day, <br>When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my way. <br>40 `Cursed be the gold and silver which persuade <br>Weak men to follow far-fatiguing trade. <br>The Lily-Peace outshines the silver store, <br>And life is dearer than the golden ore. <br>Yet money tempts us o'er the desert brown, <br>To every distant mart and wealthy town: <br>Full oft we tempt the land and oft the sea; <br>And are we only yet repaid by thee? <br>Ah! why was ruin so attractive made, <br>Or why fond man so easily betrayed? <br>50 Why heed we not, whilst mad we haste along, <br>The gentle voice of Peace or Pleasure's song? <br>Or wherefore think the flowery mountain's side, <br>The fountain's murmurs and the valley's pride, <br>Why think we these less pleasing to behold <br>Than dreary deserts, if they lead to gold? <br>Sad was the hour and luckless was the day, <br>When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my way. <br>`O cease, my fears! all frantic as I go, <br>When thought creates unnumbered scenes of woe,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">60 What if the lion in his rage I meet! <br>Oft in the dust I view his printed feet: <br>And fearful! oft, when Day's declining light <br>Yields her pale empire to the mourner Night, <br>By hunger roused, he scours the groaning plain, <br>Gaunt wolves and sullen tigers in his train: <br>Before them death with shrieks directs their way, <br>Fills the wild yell and leads them to their prey. <br>Sad was the hour and luckless was the day, <br>When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my way! <br>70 `At that dead hour the silent asp shall creep, <br>If aught of rest I find, upon my sleep; <br>Or some swoll'n serpent twist his scales around, <br>And wake to anguish with a burning wound. <br>Thrice happy they, the wise contented poor, <br>From lust of wealth and dread of death secure. <br>They tempt no deserts and no griefs they find; <br>Peace rules the day, where reason rules the mind. <br>Sad was the hour and luckless was the day, <br>When first from Schiraz' walls I bent my way. <br>80 `O hapless youth! for she thy love hath won, <br>The tender Zara, will be most undone! <br>Big swelled my heart and owned the powerful maid, <br>When fast she dropped her tears, as thus she said: <br>``Farewell the youth whom sighs could not detain, <br>``Whom Zara's breaking heart implored in vain; <br>``Yet as thou goest, may every blast arise, <br>``Weak and unfelt as these rejected sighs! <br>``Safe o'er the wild, no perils mayst thou see, <br>``No griefs endure, nor weep, false youth, like me.'' <br> O let me safely to the fair return, <br>Say with a kiss, she must not, shall not mourn. <br>Go teach my heart to lose its painful fears, <br>Recalled by Wisdom's voice and Zara's tears.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He said, and called on heaven to bless the day, <br>When back to Schiraz' walls he bent his way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Taylor+Collins">William Taylor Collins</a><div class=q>
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10 In silent horror o'er the desert-waste 
The driver Hassan with his camels passed. 
One cruse of water on his back he bore, 
And his light scrip contained a scanty store; 
A fan of painted feathers in his hand, 
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