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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115217" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Memory</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Maiden of the lofty brow,<br> Mournful eye and cheek of snow;<br> Thou whose gaze is ever cast<br> On the pageant of the Past;<br> Tell me what thou seest there;<br> Tell me what its voices bear.<br> <br> "Wheresoe'er I turn mine eyes,<br> Gorgeous visions on them rise.<br> In the distance, dim and far,<br> I see the glorious pomp of war:<br> Grecian phalanx, Persian host,<br> Darken now yon rocky coast;<br> Now the youth of Macedon,<br> Half the trembling earth has won;<br> Now o'er barbaric hordes and kings,<br> The Roman eagle flaps his wings.<br> Where the Crusaders' ranks advance,<br> I see their burnished armor glance;<br> And turban'd Turk, in eastern garb,<br> Spur to the charge his fiery barb.<br> Kings and nobles I behold;<br> Steel-clad knights and barons bold;<br> Slaves and serfs, a countless band,<br> Throng the misty, phantom-land.<br> <br> "Through cathedrals, old and dim,<br> Echo anthem, prayer, and hymn;<br> And holy priests, in flowing stoles,<br> Chaunt masses for departed souls.<br> I see the breathing forms of Art,<br> From the Grecian marble start;<br> Immortal pictures live and glow,<br> From Raphael and Angelo.<br> And voices, like the rushing blast,<br> Swell through this temple of the past:<br> Homer strikes his thrilling strings,<br> And to the listening ages sings;<br> Shakspeare's voice joins in the chime,<br> Echoing through the vaults of Time;<br> With the two to whom 'tis given<br> To lift the veil that curtains Heaven.<br> And while these changing shades appear,<br> And while these voices green mine ear,<br> Still, with vision backward cast,<br> I must mourn the vanished past."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Lynch+Botta">Anne Lynch Botta</a> from <i>Poems</i><div class=q>
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