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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391975" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Captain Of Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(On a portrait of Coventry Patmore by J. S. Sargent, R.A.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Look on him. This is he whose works ye know;<br>Ye have adored, thanked, loved him,--no, not him!<br>But that of him which proud portentous woe<br>To its own grim<br>Presentment was not potent to subdue,<br>Nor all the reek of Erebus to dim.<br>This, and not him, ye knew.<br>Look on him now. Love, worship if ye can,<br>The very man.<br>Ye may not. He has trod the ways afar,<br>The fatal ways of parting and farewell,<br>Where all the paths of pain-ed greatness are;<br>Where round and always round<br>The abhorr-ed words resound,<br>The words accursed of comfortable men,--<br>'For ever'; and infinite glooms intolerable<br>With spacious replication give again,<br>And hollow jar,<br>The words abhorred of comfortable men.<br>You the stern pities of the gods debar<br>To drink where he has drunk<br>The moonless mere of sighs,<br>And pace the places infamous to tell,<br>Where God wipes not the tears from any eyes,<br>Where-through the ways of dreadful greatness are<br>He knows the perilous rout<br>That all those ways about<br>Sink into doom, and sinking, still are sunk.<br>And if his sole and solemn term thereout<br>He has attained, to love ye shall not dare<br>One who has journeyed there;<br>Ye shall mark well<br>The mighty cruelties which arm and mar<br>That countenance of control,<br>With minatory warnings of a soul<br>That hath to its own selfhood been most fell,<br>And is not weak to spare:<br>And lo, that hair<br>Is blanch-ed with the travel-heats of hell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If any be<br>That shall with rites of reverent piety<br>Approach this strong<br>Sad soul of sovereign Song,<br>Nor fail and falter with the intimidate throng;<br>If such there be,<br>These, these are only they<br>Have trod the self-same way;<br>The never-twice-revolving portals heard<br>Behind them clang infernal, and that word<br>Abhorr-ed sighed of kind mortality,<br>As he--<br>Ah, even as he!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Francis+Thompson">Francis Thompson</a><div class=q>
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Look on him. This is he whose works ye know;
Ye have adored, thanked, loved him,--no, not him!
But that of him which proud portentous woe
To its own grim
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