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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391592" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Coronation Of Inez De Castro</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was music on the midnight;<br>From a royal fane it roll'd,<br>And a mighty bell, each pause between,<br>Sternly and slowly toll'd.<br>Strange was their mingling in the sky,<br>It hush'd the listener's breath;<br>For the music spoke of triumph high,<br>The lonely bell, of death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was hurrying through the midnight:-<br>A sound of many feet;<br>But they fell with a muffled fearfulness,<br>Along the shadowy street;<br>And softer, fainter, grew their tread,<br>As it near'd the Minster-gate,<br>Whence broad and solemn light was shed<br>From a scene of royal state.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Full glow'd the strong red radiance<br>In the centre of the nave,<br>Where the folds of a purple canopy<br>Sweep down in many a wave;<br>Loading the marble pavement old<br>With a weight of gorgeous gloom;<br>For something lay 'midst their fretted gold,<br>Like a shadow of the tomb.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And within that rich pavilion<br>High on a glittering throne,<br>A woman's form sat silently,<br>Midst the glare of light alone.<br>Her Jewell'd robes fell strangely still-<br>The drapery on her breast<br>Seem'd with no pulse beneath to thrill,<br>So stone-like was its rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But a peal of lordly music<br>Shook e'en the dust below,<br>When the burning gold of the diadem<br>Was set on her pallid brow!<br>Then died away that haughty sound,<br>And from th' encircling band,<br>Stept Prince and Chief, 'midst the hush profound,<br>With homage to her hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why pass'd a faint cold shuddering<br>Over each martial frame,<br>As one by one, to touch that hand,<br>Noble and leader came?<br>Was not the settled aspect fair?<br>Did not a queenly grace,<br>Under the parted ebon hair.<br>Sit on the pale still face?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Death, Death! canst <br>thou<br>be lovely<br>Unto the eye of Life?<br>Is not each pulse of the quick high breast<br>With thy cold mien at strife?<br>-It was a strange and fearful sight,<br>The crown upon that head,<br>The glorious robes and the blaze of light,<br>All gather'd round the Dead!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And beside her stood in silence<br>One with a brow as pale,<br>And white lips rigidly compress'd,<br>Lest the strong heart should fail;<br>King Pedro with a jealous eye<br>Watching the homage done<br>By the land's flower and chivalry<br>To her, his martyr'd one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But on the face he look'd not<br>Which once his star had been:<br>To every form his glance was turn'd,<br>Save of the breathless queen;<br>Though something, won from the grare's embrace,<br>Of her beauty still was there,<br>Its hues were all of that shadowy place,<br>'Twas not for <br>him<br>to bear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas! the crown, the sceptre,<br>The treasures of the earth,<br>And the priceless love that pour'd those gifts,<br>Alike of wasted worth!<br>The rites are closed-bear back the Dead<br>Unto the chamber deep,<br>Lay down again the royal head,<br>Dust with the dust to sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is music on the midnight-<br>A requiem sad and slow.<br>As the mourners through the sounding aisle<br>In dark procession go,<br>And the ring of state, and the starry crown,<br>And all the rich array,<br>Are borne to the house of silence down,<br>With her, that queen of clay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And tearlessly and firmly,<br>King Pedro led the train-<br>But his face was wrapt in his folding robe,<br>When they lower'd the dust again.<br>-'Tis hush'd at last, the tomb above,<br>Hymns die, and steps depart:<br>Who call'd thee strong as Death, O Love?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mightier<br>thou wert and art!</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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From a royal fane it roll'd,
And a mighty bell, each pause between,
Sternly and slowly toll'd.
Strange was their mingling in the sky,
It hush'd the listener's breath;
For the music spoke of triumph high,
The lonely..."></div>
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