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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396208" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Eve Of Waterloo</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was a sound of revelry by night, <br>And Belgium's capital had gathered then <br>Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright <br>The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men. <br>A thousand hearts beat happily; and when <br>Music arose with its voluptuous swell, <br>Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, <br>And all went merry as a marriage bell; <br>But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Did ye not hear it? - No; 'twas but the wind, <br>Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; <br>On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; <br>No sleep till morn, when youth and pleasure meet <br>To chase the glowing hours with flying feet. <br>But hark! - that heavy sound breaks in once more, <br>As if the clouds its echo would repeat; <br>And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before; <br>Arm! arm! it is - it is - the cannon's opening roar! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Within a windowed niche of that high hall <br>Sate Brunswick's fated chieftain; he did hear <br>That sound the first amidst the festival, <br>And caught its tone with death's prophetic ear; <br>And when they smiled because he deemed it near, <br>His heart more truly knew that peal too well <br>Which stretched his father on a bloody bier, <br>And roused the vengeance blood alone could quell; <br>He rushed into the field, and, foremost fighting, fell. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, <br>And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, <br>And cheeks all pale, which, but an hour ago, <br>Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness. <br>And there were sudden partings, such as press <br>The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs <br>Which ne'er might be repeated; who would guess <br>If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, <br>Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And there was mounting in hot haste; the steed, <br>The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, <br>Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, <br>And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; <br>And the deep thunder, peal on peal afar; <br>And near, the beat of the alarming drum <br>Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; <br>While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, <br>Or whispering, with white lips - 'The foe! they come! they come!'</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>
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And Belgium's capital had gathered then 
Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright 
The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men. 
A thousand hearts beat happily; and when 
Music arose with its voluptuous swe..."></div>
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