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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355410" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Elegy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'DARK gathering clouds involve the threatening skies,<br>The sea heaves conscious of the impending gloom,<br>Deep, hollow murmurs from the cliffs arise;<br>They come--the Spirits of the Tempest come!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Oh! may such terrors mark the approaching night<br>As reign'd on that these streaming eyes deplore!<br>Flash, ye red fires of heaven, with fatal light,<br>And with conflicting winds ye waters roar!<br>'Loud and more loud, ye foaming billows, burst!<br>Ye warring elements, more fiercely rave!<br>Till the wide waves o'erwhelm the spot accurst<br>'Where ruthless Avarice finds a quiet grave!' '<br>Thus with clasp'd hands, wild looks, and streaming hair,<br>While shrieks of horror broke her trembling speech,<br>A wretched maid--the victim of despair,<br>Survey'd the threatening storm and desert beech.<br>Then to the tomb where now the father slept<br>Whose rugged nature bade her sorrows flow,<br>Frantic she turn'd--and beat her breast and wept,<br>Invoking vengeance on the dust below.<br>'Lo! rising there above each humbler heap,<br>Yon cypher'd stones his name and wealth relate,<br>Who gave his son--remorseless--to the deep,<br>While I, his living victim, curse my fate.<br>'Oh, my lost love! no tomb is placed for thee,<br>That may to strangers' eyes thy worth impart;<br>Thou hast no grave but in the stormy sea,<br>And no memorial but this breaking heart.<br>'Forth to the world, a widow'd wanderer driven,<br>I pour to winds and waves the unheeded tear,<br>Try with vain effort to submit to Heaven,<br>And fruitless call on him--'who cannot hear.'<br>'Oh! might I fondly clasp him once again,<br>While o'er my head the infuriate billows pour,<br>Forget in death this agonizing pain,<br>And feel his father's cruelty no more!<br>'Part, raging waters! part, and show beneath,<br>In your dread caves, his pale and mangled form;<br>Now, while the demons of despair and death<br>Ride on the blast, and urge the howling storm:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Lo! by the lightning's momentary blaze,<br>I see him rise the whitening waves above,<br>No longer such as when in happier days<br>He gave the enchanted hours--to me and love.<br>'Such, as when daring the enchafed sea,<br>And courting dangerous toil, he often said<br>That every peril, one soft smile from me,<br>One sigh of speechless tenderness o'erpaid.<br>'But dead, disfigured, while between the roar<br>Of the loud waves his accents pierce mine ear,<br>And seem to say--Ah, wretch! delay no more,<br>But come, unhappy mourner--meet me here.<br>'Yet, powerful Fancy, bid the phantom stay,<br>Still let me hear him!--'Tis already past;<br>Along the waves his shadow glides away,<br>I lose his voice amid the deafening blast.<br>'Ah, wild delusion, born of frantic pain!<br>He hears not, comes not from his watery bed;<br>My tears, my anguish, my despair are vain,<br>The insatiate ocean gives not up its dead.<br>' 'Tis not his voice! Hark! the deep thunders roll;<br>Upheaves the ground; the rocky barriers fail;<br>Approach, ye horrors that delight my soul,<br>Despair, and Death, and Desolation, hail!'<br>The Ocean hears--The embodied waters come--<br>Rise o'er the land, and with resistless sweep<br>Tear from its base the proud aggressor's tomb,<br>And bear the injured to eternal sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charlotte+Smith">Charlotte Smith</a><div class=q>
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The sea heaves conscious of the impending gloom,
Deep, hollow murmurs from the cliffs arise;
They come--the Spirits of the Tempest come!

'Oh! may such terrors mark the approaching night
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