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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354056" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Inkerman. The Battle Field by Moonlight.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Above the vale of Inkerman, <br> Calmly the moon's rays fell,<br> Revealing as by light of day,<br> That deep and lonely dell;<br> Tchernaya's waters as a band<br> Of silver graceful flowed,<br> But who can paint the ghastly scene,<br> Which those bright rays disclosed!<br> Thickly as leaves around the path<br> Through copse and brush-wood dense,<br> Lay piles of dead and wounded men,<br> Slain in that fierce defense.<br> The fearful moan, the struggles fierce,<br> The hoarse and gurgling cry<br> Comes on the night wind sweeping past,<br> Of mortal agony!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Around were groups of comrades true,<br> To succour those who still<br> From bloody contest breathing lay,<br> Upon that fatal hill.<br> Their slippery fearful way they take<br> Through paths beslimed with gore,<br> Ne'er on those Crimean hills had moon<br> Such sight revealed before.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But who are these with noiseless tread,<br> Who hurry fearful by,<br> Now fling them down beside the dead,<br> With soul-despairing cry,<br> As trembling, with wild eager gaze,<br> They search with sickening dread,<br> And the moon's rays too sure reveal,<br> Their husband with the dead!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Yet one redeeming feature still<br> Those moonbeams yet displayed,<br> Of men who with their British hearts<br> Their enemies forgave.<br> And tended gently, lovingly,<br> Their cruel bitter foe,<br> Who never yet had quarter given<br> To our brave men laid low.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> For even then, above their heads,<br> Came murd'rous bullets sent<br> Among our brave and gallant men,<br> On mercy's errand bent;<br> And some there were who fiendish slew,<br> With their last parting breath,<br> The very hand which tended them,<br> Upon that field of death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Caroline+Hayward">Caroline Hayward</a><div class=q>
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 Calmly the moon's rays fell,
 Revealing as by light of day,
 That deep and lonely dell;
 Tchernaya's waters as a band
 Of silver graceful flowed,
 But who can paint the ghastly scene,
 Which those bright rays disclose..."></div>
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