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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=403119" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Two Capitals—1910</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Moscow<br>White Moscow of the pearly towers, <br>And golden domes for praise,<br>And chiming hours! <br>Red Moscow of the Kremlin walls, <br>And bloody battle ways, <br>And fire-scarred halls!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beautiful Moscow brave and bright, <br>Whose banners floated toward the light <br>When Asia knocked at Europe's door <br>And bleeding tzars paid off our score—<br>Ah, shining city, far away <br>Your gaudy spires salute the day <br>Like opal-hearted iris flowers <br>Decking the blue transparent hours. <br>Now from your seat the slim rails run <br>Through Asia to the rising sun, <br>Along the ancient highway made<br>By caravan and cavalcade.<br>Still East and West meet at your gate—<br>That Kremlin gate where once in state<br>Great Europe's conqueror, seeking room,<br>Marched through triumphant to his doom.<br>Proud Moscow of barbaric tzars,<br>Of gorgeous crownings and dark wars,<br>Jewel-encrusted, rich with age,<br>Heir of a lordly heritage,<br>Look out from Ivan's tower of bells—<br>See, the vast East is proud with day!<br>Soon to your ancient citadels<br>The world will march the Asian way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">White Moscow of the pearly towers. <br>And golden domes for praise <br>And chiming hours! <br>Red Moscow of the Kremlin walls, <br>And bloody battle ways <br>And fire-scarred halls!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Peking<br>Under her yellow roofs adream <br>The imperial city sleeps in state, <br>While warrior nations, flags agleam, <br>Come marching through her fortress gate. <br>Beneath her towered wall, one by one, <br>The slow contemptuous camels tread, <br>And through it eager engines run <br>Over the dust of ages dead. <br>Peking! close bound in triple walls, <br>Between the old and new she lies; <br>The yellow dragon guards her halls, <br>The blare of trumpets fills her skies. <br>She stirs out of her age-long sleep <br>By the worn temples chill and still, <br>Where Sung and Ming and Mongol keep <br>Their ghostly watch from hill to hill. <br>Over the graves of dynasties <br>The winds of dawn blow free and far— <br>Heralds of hastening centuries, <br>With banners flown for peace or war.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O brooding East! <br>O winds of dawn!<br>From the night-long feast <br>The kings are gone. <br>What guests will come <br>Down the world's highway <br>At the roil of the drum <br>For the day?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Harriet+Monroe">Harriet Monroe</a><div class=q>
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White Moscow of the pearly towers, 
And golden domes for praise,
And chiming hours! 
Red Moscow of the Kremlin walls, 
And bloody battle ways, 
And fire-scarred halls!

Beautiful Moscow brave and bright, 
Whose banners floated toward the li..."></div>
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