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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391665" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Wife Of Asdrubal</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sun sets brightly - but a ruddier glow<br>O'er Afric's heaven the flames of Carthage throw;<br>Her walls have sunk, and pyramids of fire<br>In lurid splendour from her domes aspire;<br>Swayed by the wind, they wave - while glares the sky <br>As when the desert's red simoom is nigh;<br>The sculptured altar and the pillared hall<br>Shine out in dreadful brightness ere they fall;<br>Far o'er the seas the light of ruin streams,<br>Rock, wave, and isle are crimsoned by its beams;<br>While captive thousands, bound in Roman chains, <br>Gaze in mute horror on their burning fanes;<br>And shouts in triumph, echoing far around,<br>Swell from the victors' tents with ivy crowned.<br>But mark! from yon fair temple's loftiest height<br>What towering form bursts wildly on the sight,<br>All regal in magnificent attire,<br>And sternly beauteous in terrific ire?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She might be deemed a Pythia in the hour<br>Of dread communion and delirious power;<br>A being more than earthly, in whose eye<br>There dwells a strange and fierce ascendancy.<br>The flames are gathering round - intensely bright,<br>Full on her features glares their meteor-light;<br>But a wild courage sits triumphant there,<br>The stormy grandeur of a proud despair;<br>A daring spirit, in its woes elate,<br>Mightier than death, untameable by fate.<br>The dark profusion of her locks unbound,<br>Waves like a warrior's floating plumage round;<br>Flushed in her cheek, inspired her haughty mien,<br>She seems the avenging goddess of the scene.<br>Are those <br>her<br>infants, that with suppliant cry <br>Cling round her, shrinking as the flame draws nigh,<br>Clasp with their feeble hands her gorgeous vest,<br>And fain would rush for shelter to her breast?<br>Is that a mother's glance, where stern disdain,<br>And passion, awfully vindictive, reign?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fixed is her eye on Asdrubal, who stands<br>Ignobly safe amidst the conquering bands;<br>On him who left her to that burning tomb, <br>Alone to share her children's martyrdom;<br>Who, when his country perished, fled the strife,<br>And knelt to win the worthless boon of life.<br>'Live, traitor, live!' she cries, 'since dear to thee,<br>E'en in thy fetters, can existence be!<br>Scorned and dishonoured live! - with blasted name,<br>The Romans triumph not to grace, but shame.<br>O slave in spirit! bitter be thy chain<br>With tenfold anguish to avenge my pain!<br>Still may the manes of thy children rise<br>To chase calm slumber from thy wearied eyes;<br>Still may their voices on the haunted air<br>In fearful whispers tell thee to despair, <br>Till vain remorse thy withered heart consume,<br>Scourged by relentless shadows of the tomb!<br>E'en now my sons shall die - and thou, their sire,<br>In bondage safe, shalt yet in them expire. <br>Think'st thou I love them not? - 'Twas thine to fly -<br>'Tis mine with these to suffer and to die.<br>Behold their fate! - the arms that cannot save<br>Have been their cradle, and shall be their grave.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bright in her hand the lifted dagger gleams,<br>Swift from her children's hearts the life-blood streams;<br>With frantic laugh she clasps them to the breast<br>Whose woes and passions soon shall be at rest;<br>Lifts one appealing, frenzied glance on high,<br>Then deep 'midst rolling flames is lost to mortal eye.</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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O'er Afric's heaven the flames of Carthage throw;
Her walls have sunk, and pyramids of fire
In lurid splendour from her domes aspire;
Swayed by the wind, they wave - while glares the sky 
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