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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391556" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Pauline</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">To die for what we love! Oh! there is power<br>In the true heart, and pride, and joy, for this;<br>It is to live without the vanish'd light<br>That strength is needed. -<br>Anon</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Così ´rapassa al trapassar d'un Giorno<br>Della vita mortal il fiore e'l verde. -<br>Tasso</div><div style="margin:10px 0">ALONG the star-lit Seine went music swelling,<br>Till the air thrill'd with its exulting mirth;<br>Proudly it floated, even as if no dwelling<br>For cares or stricken hearts were found on earth;<br>And a glad sound the measure lightly beat,<br>A happy chime of many dancing feet. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For in a palace of the land that night,<br>Lamps, and fresh roses, and green leaves were hung,<br>And from the painted walls a stream of light<br>On flying forms beneath soft splendour flung:<br>But loveliest far amidst the revel's pride<br>Was one, the lady from the Danube-side. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pauline, the meekly bright! tho' now no more<br>Her clear eye flash'd with youth's all tameless glee,<br>Yet something holier than its dayspring wore,<br>There in soft rest lay beautiful to see;<br>A charm with graver, tenderer sweetness fraught<br>The blending of deep love and matron thought. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thro' the gay throng she moved, serenely fair,<br>And such calm joy as fills a moonlight sky,<br>Sate on her brow beneath its graceful hair,<br>As her young daughter in the dance went by,<br>With the fleet step of one that yet hath known<br>Smiles and kind voices in this world alone. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lurk'd there no secret boding in her breast?<br>Did no faint whisper warn of evil nigh?<br>Such oft awake when most the heart seems blest<br>Midst the light laughter of festivity:?<br>Whence come those tones!?Alas! enough we know,<br>To mingle fear with all triumphal show! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who spoke of evil, when young feet were flying<br>In fairy-rings around the echoing hall<br>Soft airs thro' braided locks in perfume sighing,<br>Glad pulses beating unto music's call<br>Silence!?the minstrels pause?and hark! a sound,<br>A strange quick rustling which their notes had drown'd! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And lo! a light upon the dancers breaking<br>Not such their clear and silvery lamps had shed!<br>From the gay dream of revelry awaking,<br>One moment holds them still in breathless dread; <br>The wild fierce lustre grows?then bursts a cry?<br>Fire! thro' the hall and round it gathering fly! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And forth they rush as chased by sword and spear<br>To the green coverts of the garden-bowers;<br>A gorgeous masque of pageantry and fear,<br>Startling the birds and trampling down the flowers:<br>While from the dome behind, red sparkles driven<br>Pierce the dark stillness of the midnight heaven. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And where is she, Pauline? the hurrying throng<br>Have swept her onward, as a stormy blast<br>Might sweep some faint o'er wearied bird along<br>Till now the threshold of that death is past,<br>And free she stands beneath the starry skies,<br>Calling her child?but no sweet voice replies. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Bertha! where art thou??Speak, oh! speak my own!'<br>Alas! unconscious of her pangs the while,<br>The gentle girl, in fear's cold grasp alone,<br>Powerless hath sunk within the blazing pile;<br>A young bright form, deck'd gloriously for death,<br>With flowers all shrinking from the flame's fierce breath! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But oh! thy strength, deep love! there is no power<br>To stay the mother from that rolling grave,<br>Tho' fast on high the fiery volumes tower,<br>And forth, like banners, from each lattice wave.<br>Back, back she rushes thro' a host combined?<br>Mighty is anguish, with affection twined! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And what bold step may follow, midst the roar<br>Of the red billows, o'er their prey that rise?<br>None!?Courage there stood still?and never more<br>Did those fair forms emerge on human eyes! <br>Was one brief meeting theirs, one wild farewell?<br>And died they heart to heart? Oh! who can tell? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Freshly and cloudlessly the morning broke<br>On that sad palace, midst its pleasure-shades;<br>Its painted roofs had sunk yet black with smoke<br>And lonely stood its marble colonnades:<br>But yester-eve their shafts with wreaths were bound?<br>Now lay the scene one shrivell'd scroll around! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And bore the ruins no recording trace<br>Of all that woman's heart had dared and done<br>Yes! there were gems to mark its mortal place,<br>That forth from dust and ashes dimly shone!<br>Those had the mother, on her gentle breast,<br>Worn round her child's fair image, there at rest. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And they were all! the tender and the true<br>Left this alone her sacrifice to prove,<br>Hallowing the spot where mirth once lightly flew,<br>To deep, lone, chasten'd thoughts of grief and love.<br>Oh! we have need of patient faith below,<br>To clear away the mysteries of such wo!</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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Anon


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