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மயிலை சீனி. வேங்கடசாமி ஆய்வுக்களஞ்சியம் - 20
Of peace and marriage-rites thus dreamed the king;
Of graves and thrones the traitor; while the fume From altars, loud with prayer
To speed the Scythian envoys, darkened heaven.
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A hardy prince was young Zariades,
Scorning the luxuries of the loose - robed Mede,
Cast in the antique mould
Of men whose teaching thewed the sould of Cyrus.
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To ride, to draw the bow, to speak the truth,
Sufficed to Cyrus,' said the prince, when child.
'Astyages knew more'
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Answered the Magi 'Yes, and lost his kingdoms.'
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Yet there was in this prince the eager mind
Which needs must think, and therefore needs must learn; Natures, whose roots strike deep,
Clear their own way, and win to light in growing.
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His that rare beauty which both charms and awes
The popular eye; his the life-gladdening smile;
His the death - dooming frown;
That which he would he could; men loved and feared him. 172
Now of a sudden over this grand brow
There fell the gloom of some unquiet thought,
As when the south wind sweeps
Sunshine from Hadria in a noon of summer:
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And as a stag, supreme among the herd, With lifted crest inhaling lusty air,
Smit by a shaft from far,
And thro' dim woodlands with drooped antlers creeps To the cool marge of rush-grown watersprings; So from all former sports,
Deserts his lordly range amidst the pasture,
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Contest, or converse with once-loved companions,
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