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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534001" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>La Captive (The Turkish Captive)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534001" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Si je n'étais captive,<br>J'aimerais ce pays,<br>Et cette mer plaintive,<br>Et ces champs de maïs,<br>Et ces astres sans nombre,<br>Si le long du mur sombre<br>N'étincelait dans l'ombre<br>Le sabre des spahis.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534001" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Je ne suis point tartare<br>Pour qu'un eunuque noir<br>M'accorde ma guitare,<br>Me tienne mon miroir.<br>Bien loin de ces Sodomes,<br>Au pays dont nous sommes,<br>Avec les jeunes hommes<br>On peut parler le soir.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534001" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Pourtant j'aime une rive<br>Où jamais des hivers<br>Le souffle froid n'arrive<br>Par les vitraux ouverts,<br>L'été, la pluie est chaude,<br>L'insecte vert qui rôde<br>Luit, vivante émeraude,<br>Sous les brins d'herbe verts.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534001" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Smyrne est une princesse<br>Avec son beau chapel ;<br>L'heureux printemps sans cesse<br>Répond à son appel,<br>Et, comme un riant groupe<br>De fleurs dans une coupe,<br>Dans ses mers se découpe<br>Plus d'un frais archipel.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534001" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">J'aime ces tours vermeilles,<br>Ces drapeaux triomphants,<br>Ces maisons d'or, pareilles<br>A des jouets d'enfants ;<br>J'aime, pour mes pensées<br>Plus mollement bercées,<br>Ces tentes balancées<br>Au dos des éléphants.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534001" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Dans ce palais de fées,<br>Mon coeur, plein de concerts,<br>Croit, aux voix étouffées<br>Qui viennent des déserts,<br>Entendre les génies<br>Mêler les harmonies<br>Des chansons infinies<br>Qu'ils chantent dans les airs !</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534001" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">J'aime de ces contrées<br>Les doux parfums brûlants,<br>Sur les vitres dorées<br>Les feuillages tremblants,<br>L'eau que la source épanche<br>Sous le palmier qui penche,<br>Et la cigogne blanche<br>Sur les minarets blancs.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534001" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">J'aime en un lit de mousses<br>Dire un air espagnol,<br>Quand mes compagnes douces,<br>Du pied rasant le sol,<br>Légion vagabonde<br>Où le sourire abonde,<br>Font tournoyer leur ronde<br>Sous un rond parasol.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534001" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Mais surtout, quand la brise<br>Me touche en voltigeant,<br>La nuit j'aime être assise,<br>Etre assise en songeant,<br>L'oeil sur la mer profonde,<br>Tandis que, pâle et blonde,<br>La lune ouvre dans l'onde<br>Son éventail d'argent.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534001" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>The Turkish Captive</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534001" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Oh! were I not a captive,<br>I should love this fair countree;<br>Those fields with maize abounding,<br>This ever-plaintive sea:<br>I'd love those stars unnumbered,<br>If, passing in the shade,<br>Beneath our walls I saw not<br>The spahi's sparkling blade. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534001" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I am no Tartar maiden<br>That a blackamoor of price<br>Should tune my lute and hold to me<br>My glass of sherbet-ice.<br>Far from these haunts of vices,<br>In my dear countree, we<br>With sweethearts in the even<br>May chat and wander free. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534001" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But still I love this climate,<br>Where never wintry breeze<br>Invades, with chilly murmur,<br>These open lattices;<br>Where rain is warm in summer,<br>And the insect glossy green,<br>Most like a living emerald,<br>Shines 'mid the leafy screen. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534001" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">With her chapelles fair Smyrna—<br>A gay princess is she!<br>Still, at her summons, round her<br>Unfading spring ye see.<br>And, as in beauteous vases,<br>Bright groups of flowers repose,<br>So, in her gulfs are lying<br>Her archipelagoes. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534001" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I love these tall red turrets;<br>These standards brave unrolled;<br>And, like an infant's playthings,<br>These houses decked with gold.<br>I love forsooth these reveries,<br>Though sandstorms make me pant,<br>Voluptuously swaying<br>Upon an elephant. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534001" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Here in this fairy palace,<br>Full of such melodies,<br>Methinks I hear deep murmurs<br>That in the deserts rise;<br>Soft mingling with the music<br>The Genii's voices pour,<br>Amid the air, unceasing,<br>Around us evermore. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534001" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I love the burning odors<br>This glowing region gives;<br>And, round each gilded lattice,<br>The trembling, wreathing leaves;<br>And, 'neath the bending palm-tree,<br>The gayly gushing spring;<br>And on the snow-white minaret,<br>The stork with snowier wing. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534001" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I love on mossy couch to sing<br>A Spanish roundelay,<br>And see my sweet companions<br>Around commingling gay,—<br>A roving band, light-hearted,<br>In frolicsome array,—<br>Who 'neath the screening parasols<br>Dance down the merry day.<br>But more than all enchanting<br>At night, it is to me,<br>To sit, where winds are sighing,<br>Lone, musing by the sea;<br>And, on its surface gazing,<br>To mark the moon so fair,<br>Her silver fan outspreading,<br>In trembling radiance there.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Victor+Hugo">Victor Hugo</a></strong></div>