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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343060" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lines On The Place De La Concorde At Paris,</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Originally called the Place de Louis Seize,--next the Place de la<br>Revolution, where the perpetual guillotine stood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>PROUD Seine, along thy winding tide<br>Fair smiles yon plain expanding wide,<br>And, deckt with art and nature's pride,<br>Seems formed for jocund revelry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Scene, formed the eye of taste to please!<br>There splendid domes attention seize,<br>There, proudly towering, spreading trees<br>Arise in beauteous rivalry:....</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But there's a place amidst that plain<br>Which bids its beauties beam in vain;<br>Which wakes the inmost soul to pain,<br>And prompts the throb of agony.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That place by day, lo! numbers fly,<br>And, shuddering, start to see it nigh;<br>Who there at midnight breathe the sigh<br>Of faithful, suffering, loyalty.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While, blending with those loyal sighs,<br>Oft times the patriot's murmurs rise,<br>Who thither, hid by darkness, flies,<br>To mourn the sons of liberty.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lo! as amidst that plain I stray,<br>Methinks strange sadness shrouds the day,<br>And clothed in slaughter's red array<br>Appears the scene of gayety.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For once that spot was dark with blood,<br>There death's destroying engine stood,<br>There streamed, alas! the vital flood<br>Of all that graced humanity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! since this fair domain ye chose,<br>Dread ruffians, for your murderous blows,<br>Could not the smiling scene unclose<br>Your hearts to love and charity!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No....horrid contrast! on that scene<br>The murderer reared his poniard keen;<br>There proudly stalked with hideous mien<br>The blood-stained sons of anarchy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor, Gallia, shall thy varied mirth,<br>Thy store of all that graces earth,<br>Ere give a kind oblivion birth<br>To thy recorded cruelty.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In all thy pomp of charms and power,<br>Earth can, alas! forget no more<br>The awful guilt that stains thy shore<br>With dies of sanguine tyranny,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Than they who see blue lightnings beam<br>Can ere forget, though fair they seem,<br>That danger lurks in every gleam,<br>And death's appalling agency.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Amelia+Opie">Amelia Opie</a><div class=q>
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PROUD Seine, along thy winding tide
Fair smiles yon plain expanding wide,
And, deckt with art and nature's pride,
Seems formed fo..."></div>
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