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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396706" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Antigone</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The buried voice bespake Antigone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O sister! couldst thou know, as thou wilt know,<br>The bliss above, the reverence below,<br>Enkindled by thy sacrifice for me;<br>Thou wouldst at once with holy ecstasy<br>Give thy warm limbs into the yearning earth.<br>Sleep, Sister! for Elysium's dawning birth, -<br>And faith will fill thee with what is to be!<br>Sleep, for the Gods are watching over thee!<br>Thy dream will steer thee to perform their will,<br>As silently their influence they instil.<br>O Sister! in the sweetness of thy prime,<br>Thy hand has plucked the bitter flower of death;<br>But this will dower thee with Elysian breath,<br>That fade into a never-fading clime.<br>Dear to the Gods are those that do like thee<br>A solemn duty! for the tyranny<br>Of kings is feeble to the soul that dares<br>Defy them to fulfil its sacred cares:<br>And weak against a mighty will are men.<br>O, Torch between two brothers! in whose gleam<br>Our slaughtered House doth shine as one again,<br>Tho' severed by the sword; now may thy dream<br>Kindle desire in thee for us, and thou,<br>Forgetting not thy lover and his vow,<br>Leaving no human memory forgot,<br>Shalt cross, not unattended, the dark stream<br>Which runs by thee in sleep and ripples not.<br>The large stars glitter thro' the anxious night,<br>And the deep sky broods low to look at thee:<br>The air is hush'd and dark o'er land and sea,<br>And all is waiting for the morrow light:<br>So do thy kindred spirits wait for thee.<br>O Sister! soft as on the downward rill,<br>Will those first daybeams from the distant hill<br>Fall on the smoothness of thy placid brow,<br>Like this calm sweetness breathing thro' me now:<br>And when the fated sounds shall wake thine eyes,<br>Wilt thou, confiding in the supreme will,<br>In all thy maiden steadfastness arise,<br>Firm to obey and earnest to fulfil;<br>Remembering the night thou didst not sleep,<br>And this same brooding sky beheld thee creep,<br>Defiant of unnatural decree,<br>To where I lay upon the outcast land;<br>Before the iron gates upon the plain;<br>A wretched, graveless ghost, whose wailing chill<br>Came to thy darkened door imploring thee;<br>Yearning for burial like my brother slain; -<br>And all was dared for love and piety!<br>This thought will nerve again thy virgin hand<br>To serve its purpose and its destiny.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She woke, they led her forth, and all was still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Swathed round in mist and crown'd with cloud,<br>O Mountain! hid from peak to base -<br>Caught up into the heavens and clasped<br>In white ethereal arms that make<br>Thy mystery of size sublime!<br>What eye or thought can measure now<br>Thy grand dilating loftiness!<br>What giant crest dispute with thee<br>Supremacy of air and sky!<br>What fabled height with thee compare!<br>Not those vine-terraced hills that seethe<br>The lava in their fiery cusps;<br>Nor that high-climbing robe of snow,<br>Whose summits touch the morning star,<br>And breathe the thinnest air of life;<br>Nor crocus-couching Ida, warm<br>With Juno's latest nuptial lure;<br>Nor Tenedos whose dreamy eye<br>Still looks upon beleaguered Troy;<br>Nor yet Olympus crown'd with gods<br>Can boast a majesty like thine,<br>O Mountain! hid from peak to base,<br>And image of the awful power<br>With which the secret of all things,<br>That stoops from heaven to garment earth,<br>Can speak to any human soul,<br>When once the earthly limits lose<br>Their pointed heights and sharpened lines,<br>And measureless immensity<br>Is palpable to sense and sight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Meredith">George Meredith</a><div class=q>
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'O sister! couldst thou know, as thou wilt know,
The bliss above, the reverence below,
Enkindled by thy sacrifice for me;
Thou wouldst at once with holy ecstasy
Give thy warm limbs into the yearning earth.
Sleep..."></div>
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