<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396175" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Saul</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou whose spell can raise the dead, <br>Bid the prophet's form appear. <br>'Samuel, raise thy buried head! <br>King, behold the phantom seer!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Earth yawn'd; he stood the centre of a cloud: <br>Light changed its hue, retiring from his shroud. <br>Death stood all glassy in his fixed eye: <br>His hand was wither'd, and his veins were dry; <br>His foot, in bony whiteness, glitter'd there, <br>Shrunken and sinewless, and ghastly bare; <br>From lips that moved not and unbreathing frame, <br>Like cavern'd winds, the hollow acccents came. <br>Saul saw, and fell to earth, as falls the oak, <br>At once, and blasted by the thunderstroke. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Why is my sleep disquieted? <br>Who is he that calls the dead? <br>Is it thou, O King? Behold, <br>Bloodless are these limbs, and cold: <br>Such are mine; and such shall be <br>Thine to-morrow, when with me: <br>Ere the coming day is done, <br>Such shalt thou be, such thy son. <br>Fare thee well, bur for a day, <br>Then we mix our mouldering clay. <br>Thou, thy race, lie pale and low, <br>Pierced by shafts of many a bow; <br>And the falchion by thy side <br>To thy heart thy hand shall guide: <br>Crownless, breathless, headless fall, <br>Son and sire, the house of Saul!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Byron">Byron</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=396175" data-title="Saul de Byron" data-description="Thou whose spell can raise the dead, Bid the prophet's form appear. 'Samuel, raise thy buried head! King, behold the phantom seer!' Earth yawn'd; he stood the centre of a cloud: Light changed its hue, retiring from his shroud. Death stood a..."></div> </div> </div>

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