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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=359130" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A London Fête</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">All night fell hammers, shock on shock;<br>With echoes Newgate's granite clang'd:<br>The scaffold built, at eight o'clock<br>They brought the man out to be hang'd.<br>Then came from all the people there<br>A single cry, that shook the air;<br>Mothers held up their babes to see,<br>Who spread their hands, and crow'd for glee;<br>Here a girl from her vesture tore<br>A rag to wave with, and join'd the roar;<br>There a man, with yelling tired, <br>Stopp'd, and the culprit's crime inquired;<br>A sot, below the doom'd man dumb,<br>Bawl'd his health in the world to come;<br>These blasphemed and fought for places;<br>Those, half-crush'd, cast frantic faces,<br>To windows, where, in freedom sweet,<br>Others enjoy'd the wicked treat.<br>At last, the show's black crisis pended;<br>Struggles for better standings ended;<br>The rabble's lips no longer curst,<br>But stood agape with horrid thirst;<br>Thousands of breasts beat horrid hope;<br>Thousands of eyeballs, lit with hell,<br>Burnt one way all, to see the rope<br>Unslacken as the platform fell.<br>The rope flew tight; and then the roar<br>Burst forth afresh; less loud, but more<br>Confused and affrighting than before.<br>A few harsh tongues for ever led<br>The common din, the chaos of noises,<br>But ear could not catch what they said.<br>As when the realm of the damn'd rejoices<br>At winning a soul to its will,<br>That clatter and clangour of hateful voices<br>Sicken'd and stunn'd the air, until<br>The dangling corpse hung straight and still.<br>The show complete, the pleasure past,<br>The solid masses loosen'd fast:<br>A thief slunk off, with ample spoil,<br>To ply elsewhere his daily toil;<br>A baby strung its doll to a stick;<br>A mother praised the pretty trick;<br>Two children caught and hang'd a cat;<br>Two friends walk'd on, in lively chat;<br>And two, who had disputed places,<br>Went forth to fight, with murderous faces.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Coventry+Patmore">Coventry Patmore</a><div class=q>
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With echoes Newgate's granite clang'd:
The scaffold built, at eight o'clock
They brought the man out to be hang'd.
Then came from all the people there
A single cry, that shook the air;
Mothers held up their ..."></div>
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