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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=393372" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Battle</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Heavy and solemn,<br>A cloudy column,<br> Through the green plain they marching came!<br>Measure less spread, like a table dread,<br>For the wild grim dice of the iron game.<br>The looks are bent on the shaking ground,<br>And the heart beats loud with a knelling sound;<br>Swift by the breasts that must bear the brunt,<br>Gallops the major along the front--<br>&quot;Halt!&quot;<br>And fettered they stand at the stark command,<br>And the warriors, silent, halt!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Proud in the blush of morning glowing,<br>What on the hill-top shines in flowing,<br>&quot;See you the foeman's banners waving?&quot;<br>&quot;We see the foeman's banners waving!&quot;<br>&quot;God be with ye--children and wife!&quot;<br>Hark to the music--the trump and the fife,<br>How they ring through the ranks which they rouse to the strife!<br>Thrilling they sound with their glorious tone,<br>Thrilling they go through the marrow and bone!<br>Brothers, God grant when this life is o'er,<br>In the life to come that we meet once more!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">See the smoke how the lightning is cleaving asunder!<br>Hark the guns, peal on peal, how they boom in their thunder!<br>From host to host, with kindling sound,<br>The shouting signal circles round,<br>Ay, shout it forth to life or death--<br>Freer already breathes the breath!<br>The war is waging, slaughter raging,<br>And heavy through the reeking pall,<br>The iron death-dice fall!<br>Nearer they close--foes upon foes<br>&quot;Ready!&quot;--From square to square it goes,<br>Down on the knee they sank,<br>And fire comes sharp from the foremost rank.<br>Many a man to the earth it sent,<br>Many a gap by the balls is rent--<br>O'er the corpse before springs the hinder man,<br>That the line may not fail to the fearless van,<br>To the right, to the left, and around and around,<br>Death whirls in its dance on the bloody ground.<br>God's sunlight is quenched in the fiery fight,<br>Over the hosts falls a brooding night!<br>Brothers, God grant when this life is o'er<br>In the life to come that we meet once more!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dead men lie bathed in the weltering blood<br>And the living are blent in the slippery flood,<br>And the feet, as they reeling and sliding go,<br>Stumble still on the corpses that sleep below.<br>&quot;What, Francis!&quot; &quot;Give Charlotte my last farewell.&quot;<br>As the dying man murmurs, the thunders swell--<br>&quot;I'll give--Oh God! are their guns so near?<br>Ho! comrades!--yon volley!--look sharp to the rear!--<br>I'll give thy Charlotte thy last farewell,<br>Sleep soft! where death thickest descendeth in rain,<br>The friend thou forsakest thy side shall regain!&quot;<br>Hitherward--thitherward reels the fight,<br>Dark and more darkly day glooms into night--<br>Brothers, God grant when this life is o'er<br>In the life to come that we meet once more!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hark to the hoofs that galloping go!<br> The adjutant flying,--<br>The horsemen press hard on the panting foe,<br> Their thunder booms in dying--<br>Victory!<br>The terror has seized on the dastards all,<br> And their colors fall!<br>Victory!<br>Closed is the brunt of the glorious fight<br>And the day, like a conqueror, bursts on the night,<br>Trumpet and fife swelling choral along,<br>The triumph already sweeps marching in song.<br>Farewell, fallen brothers, though this life be o'er,<br>There's another, in which we shall meet you once more!</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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A cloudy column,
 Through the green plain they marching came!
Measure less spread, like a table dread,
For the wild grim dice of the iron game.
The looks are bent on the shaking ground,
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