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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391528" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Gertrude, Or Fidelity Till Death</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dark lowers our fate,<br>And terrible the storm that gathers o'er us;<br>But nothing, till that latest agony<br>Which severs thee from nature, shall unloose<br>This fix'd and sacred hold. In thy dark prison-house,<br>In the terrific face of armed law,<br>Yea, on the scaffold, if it needs must be,<br>I never will forsake thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">-Joanna Baillie</div><div style="margin:10px 0">HER hands were clasp'd, her dark eyes rais'd,<br>The breeze threw back her hair;<br>Up to the fearful wheel she gaz'd–<br>All that she lov'd was there. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The night was round her clear and cold,<br>The holy heaven above,<br>Its pale stars watching to behold<br>The might of earthly love. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And bid me not depart,' she cried,<br>'My Rudolph, say not so!<br>This is no time to quit thy side,<br>Peace, peace! I cannot go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hath the world aught for me to fear,<br>When death is on thy brow?<br>The world!–what means it?–mine is here–<br>I will not leave thee now. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I have been with thee in thine hour<br>Of glory and of bliss;<br>Doubt not its memory's living power<br>To strengthen me thro' this! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And thou, mine honour'd love and true,<br>Bear on, bear nobly on!<br>We have the blessed heaven in view,<br>Whose rest shall soon be won.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And were not these high words to flow<br>From woman's breaking heart?<br>Thro' all that night of bitterest woe<br>She bore her lofty part;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But oh! with such a glazing eye,<br>With such a curdling cheek–<br>Love, love! of mortal agony,<br>Thou, only thou, should'st speak! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wind rose high–but with it rose<br>Her voice, that he might hear:<br>Perchance that dark hour brought repose<br>To happy bosoms near; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">While she sat striving with despair<br>Beside his tortured form,<br>And pouring her deep soul in prayer<br>Forth on the rushing storm. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She wiped the death-damps from his brow<br>With her pale hands and soft,<br>Whose touch upon the lute-chords low<br>Had still'd his heart so oft.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She spread her mantle o'er his breast,<br>She bath'd his lips with dew,<br>And on his cheek such kisses press'd<br>As hope and joy ne'er knew. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! lovely are ye, Love and Faith,<br>Enduring to the last!<br>She had her meed–one smile in death–<br>And his worn spirit pass'd. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">While ev'n as o'er a martyr's grave<br>She knelt on that sad spot,<br>And, weeping, bless'd the God who gave<br>Strength to forsake it not!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Felicia+Dorothea+Hemans">Felicia Dorothea Hemans</a><div class=q>
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And terrible the storm that gathers o'er us;
But nothing, till that latest agony
Which severs thee from nature, shall unloose
This fix'd and sacred hold. In thy dark prison-house,
In the terrific face of armed law,
Yea, on th..."></div>
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