<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=117264" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Pompeii</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The giant slept, and pigmies at his feet,<br> Like children moulding monuments of snow,<br>Piled stone on stone, mapped market-place and street,<br> And saw their temples column-girdled grow:<br>And, slowly as the gradual glaciers grope<br> Their way resistless, so Pompeii crept,<br>Year by long year, across the shelving slope<br> Toward the sea:—and still the giant slept.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Belted with gardens, where the shivered glass<br> Of falling fountains broke the pools’ repose,<br>As they had been asleep upon the grass,<br> A myriad villas stretched themselves and rose:<br>And down her streets, grown long and longer still,<br> Grooving the new-laid stones, the chariots swept,<br>And of a sudden burst upon the hill<br> Vast amphitheatres. Still the giant slept.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With liquid comment of the wooing doves,<br> With wanton flowers, sun-conjured from the loam,<br>Grew the white city of illicit loves,<br> Hostess of all the infamy of Rome!<br>A marble harlot, scornful, pale, and proud,<br> Her Circean court on ruin’s brink she kept,<br>Lulled by the adoration of the crowd<br> To lethal stupor. Still the giant slept.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Incense-encircled, pacing day by day<br> Through temple-courts reëchoant with song,<br>Sin-stunned and impercipient, on her way<br> She dragged her languid loveliness along.<br>With lips whereon a dear damnation hung,<br> With dark, dream-clouded eyes that never wept,<br>Flawlessly fair, the faulty fair among,<br> She kissed and cursed:—and still the giant slept.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here, for a mute reminder of her shame,<br> Her ruins gape out baldly from their tomb;<br>A city naked, shorn of all but name,<br> Blinking and blind from all her years of gloom:<br>A beldam who was beauty, crying alms<br> With leprous lips that mouthe their prayers in vain;<br>Her deaf destroyer to her outstretched palms<br> Respondeth not. The giant sleeps again!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Guy+Wetmore+Carryl">Guy Wetmore Carryl</a> from <i>The Garden of Years and Other Poems</i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=117264" data-title="Pompeii de Guy Wetmore Carryl" data-description="The giant slept, and pigmies at his feet,/ Like children moulding monuments of snow,/Piled stone on stone, mapped market-place and street,/ And saw their temples column-girdled grow:/And, slowly as the gradual glaciers grope/ Their way resistless,..."></div> </div> </div>

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