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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391539" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ivan The Czar</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">He sat in silence on the ground,<br>The old and haughty Czar;<br>Lonely, tho' princes girt him round,<br>And leaders of the war:<br>He had cast his jewell'd sabre,<br>That many a field had won,<br>To the earth beside his youthful dead,<br>His fair and first-born son. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With a robe of ermine for its bed,<br>Was laid that form of clay,<br>Where the light a stormy sunset shed,<br>Thro' the rich tent made way:<br>And a sad and solemn beauty<br>On the pallid face came down,<br>Which the Lord of nations mutely watch'd,<br>In the dust, with his renown. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Low tones at last of wo and fear<br>From his full bosom broke;–<br>A mournful thing it was to hear<br>How then the proud man spoke!<br>The voice that thro' the combat<br>Had shouted far and high,<br>Came forth in strange, dull, hollow tones,<br>Burden'd with agony. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'There is no crimson on thy cheek,<br>And on thy lip no breath,<br>I call thee, and thou dost not speak–<br>They tell me this is death!<br>And fearful things are whispering<br>That I the deed have done–<br>For the honour of thy father's name,<br>Look up, look up, my son! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Well might I know death's hue and mien,<br>But on thine aspect, boy!<br>What, till this moment, have I seen<br>Save pride and tameless joy?<br>Swiftest thou wert to battle,<br>And bravest there of all–<br>How could I think a warrior's frame<br>Thus like a flower should fall? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I will not bear that still, cold look–<br>Rise up, thou fierce and free!<br>Wake as the storm wakes! I will brook<br>All, save this calm, from thee!<br>Lift brightly up, and proudly,<br>Once more thy kindling eyes!<br>Hath my word lost its power on earth?<br>I say to thee, arise! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Didst thou not know I lov'd thee well?<br>Thou didst not! and art gone<br>In bitterness of soul, to dwell<br>Where man must dwell alone.<br>Come back, young fiery spirit!<br>If but one hour, to learn<br>The secrets of the folded heart,<br>That seem'd to thee so stern. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Thou wert the first, the first, fair child,<br>That in mine arms I press'd;<br>Thou wert the bright one, that hast smil'd<br>Like summer on my breast!<br>I rear'd thee as an eagle,<br>To the chase thy steps I led,<br>I bore thee on my battle-horse,<br>I look upon thee–dead! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Lay down my warlike banners here,<br>Never again to wave,<br>And bury my red sword and spear,<br>Chiefs! in my first-born's grave!<br>And leave me!–I have conquer'd,<br>I have slain–my work is done!<br>Whom have I slain?–ye answer not–<br>Thou too art mute, my son!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And thus his wild lament was pour'd<br>Thro' the dark resounding night,<br>And the battle knew no more his sword,<br>Nor the foaming steed his might.<br>He heard strange voices moaning<br>In every wind that sigh'd;<br>From the searching stars of heaven he shrank–<br>Humbly the conqueror died.</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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The old and haughty Czar;
Lonely, tho' princes girt him round,
And leaders of the war:
He had cast his jewell'd sabre,
That many a field had won,
To the earth beside his youthful dead,
His fair and first-born son. ..."></div>
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