<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391610" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Illuminated City</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE hills all glow'd with a festive light,<br>For the royal city rejoic'd by night:<br>There were lamps hung forth upon tower and tree,<br>Banners were lifted and streaming free;<br>Every tall pillar was wreath'd with fire,<br>Like a shooting meteor was every spire;<br>And the outline of many a dome on high<br>Was traced, as in stars, on the clear dark sky. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I pass'd thro' the streets; there were throngs on throngs–<br>Like sounds of the deep were their mingled songs;<br>There was music forth from each palace borne–<br>A peal of the cymbal, the harp, and horn; <br>The forests heard it, the mountains rang,<br>The hamlets woke to its haughty clang;<br>Rich and victorious was every tone,<br>Telling the land of her foes o'erthrown. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Didst thou meet not a mourner for all the slain?<br>Thousands lie dead on their battle plain!<br>Gallant and true were the hearts that fell–<br>Grief in the homes they have left must dwell;<br>Grief o'er the aspect of childhood spread,<br>And bowing the beauty of woman's head:<br>Didst thou hear, midst the songs, not one tender moan,<br>For the many brave to their slumbers gone? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw not the face of a weeper there–<br>Too strong, perchance, was the bright lamp's glare!–<br>I heard not a wail midst the joyous crowd–<br>The music of victory was all too loud!<br>Mighty it roll'd on the winds afar,<br>Shaking the streets like a conqueror's car;<br>Thro' torches and streamers its flood swept by–<br>How could I listen for moan or sigh? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Turn then away from life's pageants, turn,<br>If its deep story thy heart would learn!<br>Ever too bright is that outward show,<br>Dazzling the eyes till they see not wo.<br>But lift the proud mantle which hides from thy view<br>The things thou shouldst gaze on, the sad and true;<br>Nor fear to survey what its folds conceal–<br>So must thy spirit be taught to feel!</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391610" data-title="The Illuminated City de Felicia Dorothea Hemans" data-description="THE hills all glow'd with a festive light, For the royal city rejoic'd by night: There were lamps hung forth upon tower and tree, Banners were lifted and streaming free; Every tall pillar was wreath'd with fire, Like a shooting meteor was every sp..."></div> </div> </div>

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