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The horse, whom Rustum on a foray once
Did in Bokhara by the river find
A colt beneath its dam, and drove him home
And reared him, a bright bay with lofty crest.
Sohrab and Rustum (1853)
his head droop’d low,
His limbs grew slack; motionless, white, he lay—
Sohrab and Rustum (1853)
and now
The Tartars built there Peran-Wisa’s tent.
Sohrab and Rustum (1853)
his own early youth,
And all its bounding rapture
Sohrab and Rustum (1853)
My father, whom the robber Afghans vex,
And clip his borders short, and drive his herds,
And he has none to guard his weak old age:
There would I go, and hang my armour up,
And with my great name fence that weak old man.
Sohrab and Rustum (1853)