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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341815" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Niobe</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">How like the sky she bends above her child, <br>One with the great horizon of her pain! <br>No sob from our low seas where woe runs wild, <br>No weeping cloud, no momentary rain, <br>Can mar the heaven-high visage of her grief, <br>That frozen anguish, proud, majestic, dumb. <br>She stoops in pity above the labouring earth, <br>Knowing how fond, how brief <br>Is all its hope, past, present, and to come, <br>She stoops in pity, and yearns to assuage its dearth. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Through that fair face the whole dark universe <br>Speaks, as a thorn-tree speaks thro’ one white flower; <br>And all those wrenched Promethean souls that curse <br>The gods, but cannot die before their hour, <br>Find utterance in her beauty. That fair head <br>Bows over all earth’s graves. It was her cry <br>Men heard in Rama when the twisted ways <br>With children’s blood ran red. <br>Her silence towers to Silences on high; <br>And, in her face, the whole earth’s anguish prays. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>It is the pity, the pity of human love <br>That strains her face, upturned to meet the doom, <br>And her deep bosom, like a snow-white dove <br>Frozen upon its nest, ne’er to resume <br>Its happy breathing o’er the golden brace <br>That she must shield till death. Death, death alone <br>Can break the anguished horror of that spell. <br>The sorrow on her face <br>Is sealed: the living flesh is turned to stone; <br>She knows all, all, that Life and Time can tell. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Ah, yet, her woman’s love, so vast, so tender, <br>Her woman’s body, hurt by every dart, <br>Braving the thunder, still, still hide the slender <br>Soft frightened child beneath her mighty heart. <br>She is all one mute immortal cry, one brief <br>Infinite pang of such victorious pain <br>That she transcends the heavens and bows them down! <br>The majesty of grief <br>Is hers, and her dominion must remain <br>Eternal. Grief alone can wear that crown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alfred+Noyes">Alfred Noyes</a><div class=q>
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One with the great horizon of her pain! 
No sob from our low seas where woe runs wild, 
No weeping cloud, no momentary rain, 
Can mar the heaven-high visage of her grief, 
That frozen anguish, proud, ma..."></div>
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