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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=407927" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Duncan, an Ode</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Abash'd the rebel squadrons yield--<br>MACBETH , the victor of the field,<br>Exulting, past the blasted wild;<br>And where his dark o'erhanging towers<br>Frown on the heath, with pleasures mild<br>Now DUNCAN hastes to wing the hours--<br>Sweet are the rosy beams that chase<br>The angry tempest from the sky;<br>When winds have shook the mountain's base,<br>Sweet is the zephyr's balmy sigh;<br>But sweeter to the breast the social charms<br>Whose grateful rapture sooths the toil of arms.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas not the season when the storm<br>Of winter wears its savage form;<br>Black'ning all, the frozen North<br>Wildly spreads its awful wings,<br>From yon bare summit rushes forth,<br>And on that barren desart, flings<br>All the rapid torrents might,<br>When with turbulence they sweep,<br>Mingling, with the winds of might,<br>Sounds majestically deep--<br>When nature form'd the hideous waste, she frown'd,<br>And gave to horror its deserted bound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>III. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas not the hour when magic spells<br>Rock the heath's untrodden cells;<br>When slow the wither'd forms arise<br>From caves, which night with lasting sway,<br>Ever shrouds from mortal eyes,<br>Nor divides one hour with day--<br>Sounds unmeet for mortal ear<br>Chill with dread the human frame,<br>Then unreal shapes appear<br>By the blue unhallow'd flame--<br>Discordance strange disturbs the gentle air,<br>And pois'nous taints the thick'ning breezes bear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>IV. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The western sun's departing ray<br>Bright on the lofty turrets lay,<br>That threw the shadow's length'ning line<br>At solemn distance far below;<br>And where the gather'd clouds recline<br>On yon dark cliff's terrific brow,<br>There stood a venerable seer,<br>Whose prophetic soul could trace<br>Distant ages hast'ning near,<br>And all that fill'd the unborn space--<br>The prophet gaz'd, with sudden frenzy fir'd,<br>Saw deeds undone, and spoke with lips inspir'd:</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>V. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Hail, Scotia's Monarch! greatly brave,<br>Skill'd to conquer, charm'd to save!<br>Whose pitying hand inverts the lance,<br>And meekly drops the slacken'd bow;<br>Whose gracious eye with mercy's glance<br>Has ever gaz'd on human woe!--<br>MACBETH , the castle gate unbar,<br>MACBETH , prepare the social board--<br>Haste, from rugged toils of war,<br>Haste, and hail thy sov'reign lord!<br>With music be the genial banquet crown'd,<br>And bid thy vaulted roofs with joy rebound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>VI. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Ha!--dread visions hang in air!--<br>I see a bloody dagger glare!--<br>Deeds that ask the gloom of night<br>Are imag'd in yon troubl'd sky--<br>Now a gleam of fatal light<br>Flashes on my aching eye!<br>DUNCAN , shun that conscious tower--<br>Fiends the social banquet pile!--<br>Murder waits the midnight hour,<br>Murder lurks in beauty's smile!<br>Vain my prophetic voice!--he hies away<br>Where, scowling o'er the couch, death calls his prey.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>VII. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Sacred victim! bath'd in gore,<br>Haunt the hideous scene no more--<br>Rest, unquiet spirit, rest!<br>Great revenge the heavens prepare;<br>View thy murd'rer's tortur'd breast,<br>And pity all that labours there!<br>See the look, and hear the groan,<br>Mark a bleeding soul in pain!<br>Reason trembles on her throne,<br>Furies seize the burning brain--<br>Unpitied, and accurst shall be his doom,<br>While rising honours flourish round thy tomb.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>VIII. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Thy mem'ry shall for ever last,<br>And fame, untir'd, repeat the past--<br>Deep in the mystic clouds of time<br>I see a poet call'd to birth--<br>I hear a lyre, whose source sublime<br>With wonder thrills the list'ning earth!<br>The mighty bard, with 'potent art,'<br>Shall nature's perfect semblance give,<br>Unlock the springs that move the heart,<br>And bid the human passions live--<br>Still in his heav'n-taught page shall DUNCAN bleed,<br>And future ages tremble as they read!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Helen+Maria+Williams">Helen Maria Williams</a><div class=q>
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Abash'd the rebel squadrons yield--
MACBETH , the victor of the field,
Exulting, past the blasted wild;
And where his dark o'erhanging towers
Frown on the heath, with pleasures mild
Now DUNCAN hastes to wing the hours--
Sweet are the rosy bea..."></div>
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