<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341144" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Goblins Of The Steppes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stormy clouds delirious straying,<br>Showers of whirling snowflakes white,<br>And the pallid moonbeams waning--<br>Sad the heavens, sad the night!<br>Further speeds the sledge, and further,<br>Loud the sleighbell's melody,<br>Grewsome, frightful 'tis becoming,<br>'Mid these snow fields now to be!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hasten! 'That is useless, Master,<br>Heavier for my team their load,<br>And my eyes with snow o'er plastered<br>Can no longer see the road!<br>Lost all trace of our direction,<br>Sir, what now? The goblins draw<br>Us already round in circles,<br>Pull the sledge with evil claw!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">See! One hops with frantic gesture,<br>In my face to grin and hiss,<br>See! It goads the frenzied horses<br>Onward to the black abyss!<br>In the darkness, like a paling<br>One stands forth,--and now I see<br>Him like walking-fire sparkling--<br>Then the blackness,--woe is me!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stormy clouds delirious straying,<br>Showers of snowflakes whirling white,<br>And the pallid moonbeams waning--<br>Sad the heavens, sad the night!<br>Sudden halt the weary horses,<br>Silent too the sleighbells whirr--<br>Look! What crouches on the ground there?<br>'Wolf,--or shrub,--I know not, Sir.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How the wind's brood rage and whimper!<br>Scenting, blow the triple team;<br>See! One hops here! Forward Driver!<br>How his eyes with evil gleam!<br>Scarce controllable the horses,<br>How the harness bells resound!<br>Look! With what a sneering grimace<br>Now the spirit band surround!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In an endless long procession,<br>Formless, countless of their kind<br>Circle us in flying coveys<br>Like the leaves in Autumn wind.<br>Now in ghastly silence deathly,<br>Now with shrilling elfin cry--<br>Is it some mad dance of bridal,<br>Or a death march passing by?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stormy clouds delirious straying<br>Showers of snowflakes whirling white,<br>And the pallid moonbeams waning--<br>Sad the heavens, sad the night!<br>Cloudward course the evil spirits<br>In unceasing phantom bands,<br>And their moaning and bewailing<br>Grip my heart with icy hands!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alexander+Sergeyevich+Pushkin">Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin</a><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=341144" data-title="Goblins Of The Steppes de Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin" data-description="Stormy clouds delirious straying, Showers of whirling snowflakes white, And the pallid moonbeams waning-- Sad the heavens, sad the night! Further speeds the sledge, and further, Loud the sleighbell's melody, Grewsome, frightful 'tis becoming, 'Mid..."></div> </div> </div>

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