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FERISHTAH'S FANCIES.
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From Persia, where in sun since birth I baskDaily, to some ungracious land afar,Told of by travellers, where the might of snowSmothers up day, and fluids lose themselvesFrozen to marble. How I bear the sun,Beat though he may unduly, that I know:How blood once curdled ever creeps again,Baffles conjecture: yet since people liveSomehow, resist a clime would conquer me,Somehow provided for their sake must seemCompensative resource. 'No sun, no grapes,—Then, no subsistence!'—were it wisely said?Or this well-reasoned—'Do I dare feel warmthAnd please my palate here with Persia's vine,Though, over-mounts,—to trust the traveller,―
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