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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=386641" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Agamemnon’s Tomb</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Uplift the ponderous, golden mask of death,<br>And let the sun shine on him as it did<br>How many thousand years agone! Beneath<br>This worm-defying, uncorrupted lid,<br>Behold the young, heroic face, round-eyed,<br>Of one who in his full-flowered manhood died;<br>Of nobler frame than creatures of to-day,<br>Swathed in fine linen cerecloths fold on fold,<br>With carven weapons wrought of bronze and gold,<br>Accoutred like a warrior for the fray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We gaze in awe at these huge-modeled limbs,<br>Shrunk in death's narrow house, but hinting yet<br>Their ancient majesty; these sightless rims<br>Whose living eyes the eyes of Helen met;<br>The speechless lips that ah! what tales might tell<br>Of earth's morning-tide when gods did dwell<br>Amidst a generous-fashioned, god-like race,<br>Who dwarf our puny semblance, and who won<br>The secret soul of Beauty for their own,<br>While all our art but crudely apes their grace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We gather all the precious relics up,<br>The golden buttons chased with wondrous craft,<br>The sculptured trinkets and the crystal cup,<br>The sheathed, bronze sword, the knife with brazen haft.<br>Fain would we wrest with curious eyes from these<br>Unnumbered long-forgotten histories,<br>The deeds heroic of this mighty man,<br>On whom once more the living daylight beams,<br>To shame our littleness, to mock our dreams,<br>And the abyss of centuries to span.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet could we rouse him from his blind repose,<br>How might we meet his searching questionings,<br>Concerning all the follies, wrongs, and woes,<br>Since his great day whom men call King of Kings,<br>Victorious Agamemnon? How might we<br>Those large, clear eyes confront, which scornfully<br>Would view us as a poor, degenerate race,<br>Base-souled and mean-proportioned? What reply<br>Give to the beauty-loving Greek's heart-cry,<br>Seeking his ancient gods in vacant space?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What should he find within a world grown cold,<br>Save doubt and trouble? To his sunny creed<br>A thousand gloomy, warring sects succeed.<br>How of the Prince of Peace might he be told,<br>When over half the world the war-cloud lowers?<br>How would he mock these faltering hopes of ours,<br>Who knows the secret now of death and fate!<br>Humbly we gaze on the colossal frame,<br>And mutely we accept the mortal shame,<br>Of men degraded from a high estate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Emma+Lazarus">Emma Lazarus</a><div class=q>
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And let the sun shine on him as it did
How many thousand years agone! Beneath
This worm-defying, uncorrupted lid,
Behold the young, heroic face, round-eyed,
Of one who in his full-flowered manhood died;
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