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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=393334" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hero And Leander</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">See you the towers, that, gray and old,<br>Frown through the sunlight's liquid gold,<br> Steep sternly fronting steep?<br>The Hellespont beneath them swells,<br>And roaring cleaves the Dardanelles,<br> The rock-gates of the deep!<br>Hear you the sea, whose stormy wave,<br> From Asia, Europe clove in thunder?<br>That sea which rent a world, cannot<br> Rend love from love asunder!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In Hero's, in Leander's heart,<br>Thrills the sweet anguish of the dart<br> Whose feather flies from love.<br>All Hebe's bloom in Hero's cheek--<br>And his the hunter's steps that seek<br> Delight, the hills above!<br>Between their sires the rival feud<br> Forbids their plighted hearts to meet;<br>Love's fruits hang over danger's gulf,<br> By danger made more sweet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alone on Sestos' rocky tower,<br>Where upward sent in stormy shower,<br> The whirling waters foam,--<br>Alone the maiden sits, and eyes<br>The cliffs of fair Abydos rise<br> Afar--her lover's home.<br>Oh, safely thrown from strand to strand,<br> No bridge can love to love convey;<br>No boatman shoots from yonder shore,<br> Yet Love has found the way.--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That love, which could the labyrinth pierce--<br>Which nerves the weak, and curbs the fierce,<br> And wings with wit the dull;--<br>That love which o'er the furrowed land<br>Bowed--tame beneath young Jason's hand--<br> The fiery-snorting bull!<br>Yes, Styx itself, that ninefold flows,<br> Has love, the fearless, ventured o'er,<br>And back to daylight borne the bride,<br> From Pluto's dreary shore!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What marvel then that wind and wave,<br>Leander doth but burn to brave,<br> When love, that goads him, guides!<br>Still when the day, with fainter glimmer,<br>Wanes pale--he leaps, the daring swimmer,<br> Amid the darkening tides;<br>With lusty arms he cleaves the waves,<br> And strikes for that dear strand afar;<br>Where high from Hero's lonely tower<br> Lone streams the beacon-star.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In vain his blood the wave may chill,<br>These tender arms can warm it still--<br> And, weary if the way,<br>By many a sweet embrace, above<br>All earthly boons--can liberal love<br> The lover's toil repay,<br>Until Aurora breaks the dream,<br> And warns the loiterer to depart--<br>Back to the ocean's icy bed,<br> Scared from that loving heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So thirty suns have sped their flight--<br>Still in that theft of sweet delight<br> Exult the happy pair;<br>Caress will never pall caress,<br>And joys that gods might envy, bless<br> The single bride-night there.<br>Ah! never he has rapture known,<br> Who has not, where the waves are driven<br>Upon the fearful shores of hell,<br> Plucked fruits that taste of heaven!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now changing in their season are,<br>The morning and the Hesper star;--<br> Nor see those happy eyes<br>The leaves that withering droop and fall,<br>Nor hear, when, from its northern hall,<br> The neighboring winter sighs;<br>Or, if they see, the shortening days<br> But seem to them to close in kindness;<br>For longer joys, in lengthening nights,<br> They thank the heaven in blindness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is the time, when night and day,<br>In equal scales contend for sway--<br> Lone, on her rocky steep,<br>Lingers the girl with wistful eyes<br>That watch the sun-steeds down the skies,<br> Careering towards the deep.<br>Lulled lay the smooth and silent sea,<br> A mirror in translucent calm,<br>The breeze, along that crystal realm,<br> Unmurmuring, died in balm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In wanton swarms and blithe array,<br>The merry dolphins glide and play<br> Amid the silver waves.<br>In gray and dusky troops are seen,<br>The hosts that serve the ocean-queen,<br> Upborne from coral caves:<br>They--only they--have witnessed love<br> To rapture steal its secret way:<br>And Hecate [36] seals the only lips<br> That could the tale betray!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She marks in joy the lulled water,<br>And Sestos, thus thy tender daughter,<br> Soft-flattering, woos the sea!<br>&quot;Fair god--and canst thou then betray?<br>No! falsehood dwells with them that say<br> That falsehood dwells with thee!<br>Ah! faithless is the race of man,<br> And harsh a father's heart can prove;<br>But thee, the gentle and the mild,<br> The grief of love can move!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Within these hated walls of stone,<br>Should I, repining, mourn alone,<br> And fade in ceaseless care,<br>But thou, though o'er thy giant tide,<br>Nor bridge may span, nor boat may glide,<br> Dost safe my lover bear.<br>And darksome is thy solemn deep,<br> And fearful is thy roaring wave;<br>But wave and deep are won by love--<br> Thou smilest on the brave!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Nor vainly, sovereign of the sea,<br>Did Eros send his shafts to thee<br> What time the rain of gold,<br>Bright Helle, with her brother bore,<br>How stirred the waves she wandered o'er,<br> How stirred thy deeps of old!<br>Swift, by the maiden's charms subdued,<br> Thou cam'st from out the gloomy waves,<br>And in thy mighty arms, she sank<br> Into thy bridal caves.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;A goddess with a god, to keep<br>In endless youth, beneath the deep,<br> Her solemn ocean-court!<br>And still she smooths thine angry tides,<br>Tames thy wild heart, and favoring guides<br> The sailor to the port!<br>Beautiful Helle, bright one, hear<br> Thy lone adoring suppliant pray!<br>And guide, O goddess--guide my love<br> Along the wonted way!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now twilight dims the waters' flow,<br>And from the tower, the beacon's glow<br> Waves flickering o'er the main.<br>Ah, where athwart the dismal stream,<br>Shall shine the beacon's faithful beam<br> The lover's eyes shall strain!<br>Hark! sounds moan threatening from afar--<br> From heaven the blessed stars are gone--<br>More darkly swells the rising sea<br> The tempest labors on!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Along the ocean's boundless plains<br>Lies night--in torrents rush the rains<br> From the dark-bosomed cloud--<br>Red lightning skirs the panting air,<br>And, loosed from out their rocky lair,<br> Sweep all the storms abroad.<br>Huge wave on huge wave tumbling o'er,<br> The yawning gulf is rent asunder,<br>And shows, as through an opening pall,<br> Grim earth--the ocean under!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Poor maiden! bootless wail or vow--<br>&quot;Have mercy, Jove--be gracious, thou!<br> Dread prayer was mine before!&quot;<br>What if the gods have heard--and he,<br>Lone victim of the stormy sea,<br> Now struggles to the shore!<br>There's not a sea-bird on the wave--<br> Their hurrying wings the shelter seek;<br>The stoutest ship the storms have proved,<br> Takes refuge in the creek.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Ah, still that heart, which oft has braved<br>The danger where the daring saved,<br> Love lureth o'er the sea;--<br>For many a vow at parting morn,<br>That naught but death should bar return,<br> Breathed those dear lips to me;<br>And whirled around, the while I weep,<br> Amid the storm that rides the wave,<br>The giant gulf is grasping down<br> The rash one to the grave!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;False Pontus! and the calm I hailed,<br>The awaiting murder darkly veiled--<br> The lulled pellucid flow,<br>The smiles in which thou wert arrayed,<br>Were but the snares that love betrayed<br> To thy false realm below!<br>Now in the midway of the main,<br> Return relentlessly forbidden,<br>Thou loosenest on the path beyond<br> The horrors thou hadst hidden.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Loud and more loud the tempest raves<br>In thunder break the mountain waves,<br> White-foaming on the rock--<br>No ship that ever swept the deep<br>Its ribs of gnarled oak could keep<br> Unshattered by the shock.<br>Dies in the blast the guiding torch<br> To light the struggler to the strand;<br>'Tis death to battle with the wave,<br> And death no less to land!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On Venus, daughter of the seas,<br>She calls the tempest to appease--<br> To each wild-shrieking wind<br>Along the ocean-desert borne,<br>She vows a steer with golden horn--<br> Vain vow--relentless wind!<br>On every goddess of the deep,<br> On all the gods in heaven that be,<br>She calls--to soothe in calm, awhile<br> The tempest-laden sea!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Hearken the anguish of my cries!<br>From thy green halls, arise--arise,<br> Leucothoe the divine!<br>Who, in the barren main afar,<br>Oft on the storm-beat mariner<br> Dost gently-saving shine.<br>Oh,--reach to him thy mystic veil,<br> To which the drowning clasp may cling,<br>And safely from that roaring grave,<br> To shore my lover bring!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now the savage winds are hushing.<br>And o'er the arched horizon, blushing,<br> Day's chariot gleams on high!<br>Back to their wonted channels rolled,<br>In crystal calm the waves behold<br> One smile on sea and sky!<br>All softly breaks the rippling tide,<br> Low-murmuring on the rocky land,<br>And playful wavelets gently float<br> A corpse upon the strand!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis he!--who even in death would still<br>Not fail the sweet vow to fulfil;<br> She looks--sees--knows him there!<br>From her pale lips no sorrow speaks,<br>No tears glide down her hueless cheeks;<br> Cold-numbed in her despair--<br>She looked along the silent deep,<br> She looked upon the brightening heaven,<br>Till to the marble face the soul<br> Its light sublime had given!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Ye solemn powers men shrink to name,<br>Your might is here, your rights ye claim--<br> Yet think not I repine<br>Soon closed my course; yet I can bless<br>The life that brought me happiness--<br> The fairest lot was mine!<br>Living have I thy temple served,<br> Thy consecrated priestess been--<br>My last glad offering now receive<br> Venus, thou mightiest queen!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Flashed the white robe along the air,<br>And from the tower that beetled there<br> She sprang into the wave;<br>Roused from his throne beneath the waste,<br>Those holy forms the god embraced--<br> A god himself their grave!<br>Pleased with his prey, he glides along--<br> More blithe the murmured music seems,<br>A gush from unexhausted urns<br> His everlasting streams!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Friedrich+Schiller">Friedrich Schiller</a><div class=q>
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Frown through the sunlight's liquid gold,
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