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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391572" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tasso And His Sister</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She sat, where on each wind that sigh'd,<br>The citron's breath went by,<br>While the red gold of eventide<br>Burn'd in th' Italian sky.<br>Her bower was one where daylight's close<br>Full oft sweet laughter found,<br>As thence the voice of childhood rose<br>To the high vineyards round. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But still and thoughtful, at her knee,<br>Her children stood that hour,<br>Their bursts of song and dancing glee,<br>Hush'd as by words of power.<br>With bright, fix'd, wondering eyes, that gaz'd<br>Up to their mother's face,<br>With brows thro' parted ringlets rais'd,<br>They stood in silent grace. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">While she–yet something o'er her look<br>Of mournfulness was spread–<br>Forth from a poet's magic book,<br>The glorious numbers read;<br>The proud undying lay, which pour'd<br>Its light on evil years;<br>His of the gifted pen and sword,<br>The triumph–and the tears. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She read of fair Erminia's flight,<br>Which Venice once might hear<br>Sung on her glittering seas at night,<br>By many a gondolier;<br>Of him she read, who broke the charm<br>That wrapt the myrtle grove;<br>Of Godfrey's deeds, of Tancred's arm,<br>That slew his Paynim love. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Young cheeks around that bright page glow'd,<br>Young holy hearts were stirr'd;<br>And the meek tears of woman flow'd<br>Fast o'er each burning word.<br>And sounds of breeze, and fount, and leaf,<br>Came sweet, each pause between;<br>When a strange voice of sudden grief<br>Burst on the gentle scene. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The mother turn'd–a way-worn man,<br>In pilgrim-garb, stood nigh,<br>Of stately mien, yet wild and wan,<br>Of proud yet mournful eye.<br>But drops which would not stay for pride,<br>From that dark eye gush'd free,<br>As pressing his pale brow, he cried,<br>'Forgotten! ev'n by thee! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Am I so changed?–and yet we two<br>Oft hand in hand have play'd;–<br>This brow hath been all bath'd in dew,<br>From wreaths which thou hast made;<br>We have knelt down and said one prayer,<br>And sung one vesper strain;<br>My soul is dim with clouds of care–<br>Tell me those words again! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Life hath been heavy on my head,<br>I come a stricken deer,<br>Bearing the heart, midst crowds that bled,<br>To bleed in stillness here.'–<br>She gaz'd–till thoughts that long had slept<br>Shook all her thrilling frame–<br>She fell upon his neck and wept,<br>Murmuring her brother's name. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her brother's name!–and who was he,<br>The weary one, th' unknown,<br>That came, the bitter world to flee,<br>A stranger to his own?–<br>He was the bard of gifts divine<br>To sway the souls of men;<br>He of the song for Salem's shrine,<br>He of the sword and pen!</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 citron's breath went by,
While the red gold of eventide
Burn'd in th' Italian sky.
Her bower was one where daylight's close
Full oft sweet laughter found,
As thence the voice of childhood rose
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