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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=397034" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Retreat From Moscow</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sad Moscow, thy fate do I see, <br>Fire! fire! in the city all cry; <br>Like quails from the eagle all flee, <br>Escape in a moment or die. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It looks like the battle of Troy, <br>The storm rises higher and higher; <br>The scene of destruction all hearts must annoy, <br>The whirlwinds, the smoke, and the fire. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dread conflagration rolls forth, <br>Augmenting the rage of the wind, <br>Which blows it from south unto north, <br>And leaves but the embers behind. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It looks like Gomorrah; the flame <br>Is moving still nigher and nigher, <br>Aloud from all quarters the people proclaim, <br>The whirlwinds, the smoke, and the fire. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A dead fumigation now swells, <br>A blue circle darkens the air, <br>With tones as the pealing of bells, <br>Farewell to the brave and the fair. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Moscow, thou city of grace, <br>Consign'd to a dread burning pyre, <br>From morning to ev'ning with sorrow I trace <br>The wild winds, the smoke, and the fire. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dogs in the kennel all howl, <br>The wether takes flight with the ox, <br>Appal'd on the wing is the fowl, <br>The pigeon deserting her box. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With a heart full of pain, in the night <br>Mid hillocks and bogs I retire, <br>Through lone, deadly vallies I steer by its light, <br>The wild storm, the smoke, and the fire. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though far the crash breaks on my ear, <br>The stars glimmer dull in the sky, <br>The shrieks of the women I hear, <br>The fall of the kingdom is nigh.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">heaven, when earth is no more, <br>And all things in nature expire, <br>May I thus, with safety, keep distant before <br>The whirlwinds, the smoke, and the fire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Moses+Horton">George Moses Horton</a><div class=q>
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Fire! fire! in the city all cry; 
Like quails from the eagle all flee, 
Escape in a moment or die. 

It looks like the battle of Troy, 
The storm rises higher and higher; 
The scene of destruction all hearts must an..."></div>
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