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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=407968" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Bastille: A Vision</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Drear cell! along whose lonely bounds,<br>Unvisited by light,<br>Chill silence dwells with night,<br>Save where the clanging fetter sounds!<br>Abyss, where mercy never came,<br>Nor hope the wretch can find;<br>Where long inaction wastes the frame,<br>And half annihilates the mind!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Stretch'd helpless in this living tomb,<br>O haste, congenial death!<br>Seize, seize this ling'ring breath,<br>And shroud me in unconscious gloom.<br>BRITAIN ! thy exil'd son no more<br>Thy blissful vales shall see--<br>Why did I leave thy hallow'd shore,<br>Ah, land ador'd, where all are free?&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>III. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">BASTILLE ! within thy hideous pile,<br>Which stains of blood defile,<br>Thus rose the captive's sighs,<br>Till slumber seal'd his weeping eyes.<br>Terrific visions hover near!<br>He sees an awful form appear!<br>Who drags his step to deeper cells,<br>Where stranger, wilder horror dwells!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>IV. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;O! tear me from these haunted walls,<br>Or these fierce shapes controul!<br>Lest madness seize my soul!<br>That pond'rous mask of iron* falls,<br>I see--&quot; &quot;Rash mortal, ha! beware,<br>Nor breathe that hidden name!<br>Should those dire accents wound the air,<br>Know death shall lock thy stiff'ning frame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>V. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Hark! that loud bell which sullen tolls!<br>It wakes a shriek of woe<br>From yawning depths below;<br>Shrill through this hollow vault it rolls!<br>A deed was done in this black cell<br>Unfit for mortal ear--<br>A deed was done when toll'd that knell,<br>No human heart could live and hear!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>VI. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Arouse thee from thy numbing glance,<br>Near yon thick gloom, advance;<br>The solid cloud has shook;<br>Arm all thy soul with strength to look--<br>Enough!--thy starting locks have rose--<br>Thy limbs have fail'd--thy blood has froze!--<br>On scenes so foul, with mad affright,<br>I fix no more thy fasten'd sight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>VII. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Those troubled phantoms melt away!<br>I lose the sense of care--<br>I feel the vital air--<br>I see--I see the light of day!<br>Visions of bliss!--eternal powers!<br>What force has shook those hated walls?<br>What arm has rent those threat'ning towers?<br>It falls--the guilty fabric falls!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>VIII. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Now, favour'd mortal, now behold!<br>To soothe thy captive state<br>I ope the book of fate;<br>Mark what its registers unfold:<br>Where this dark pile in chaos lies,<br>With nature's execrations hurl'd,<br>Shall Freedom's sacred temple rise,<br>And charm an emulating world!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>IX. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot; 'Tis her awak'ning voice commands<br>Those firm, those patriot bands;<br>Arm'd to avenge her cause,<br>And guard her violated laws!--<br>Did ever earth a scene display<br>More glorious to the eye of day,<br>Than millions with according mind,<br>Who claim the rights of human kind?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>IX. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Does the fam'd Roman page sublime<br>An hour more bright unroll,<br>To animate the soul,<br>Than this lov'd theme of future time?--<br>Posterity, with rapture meet,<br>The consecrated act shall hear;<br>Age shall the glowing tale repeat,<br>And youth shall drop the burning tear!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>X. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;The peasant, while he fondly sees<br>His infants round the hearth<br>Pursue their simple mirth,<br>Or emulously climb his knees,<br>No more bewails their future lot,<br>By tyranny's stern rod opprest;<br>While freedom cheers his straw-roof'd cot,<br>And tells him all his toils are blest!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XI. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Philosophy! O, share the meed<br>Of freedom's noblest deed!<br>'Tis thine each truth to scan,<br>And dignify the rank of man!<br>'Tis thine all human wrongs to heal,<br>'Tis thine to love all nature's weal;<br>To give our frail existence worth,<br>And shed a ray from heaven on earth.&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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&quot;Drear cell! along whose lonely bounds,
Unvisited by light,
Chill silence dwells with night,
Save where the clanging fetter sounds!
Abyss, where mercy never came,
Nor hope the wretch can find;
Where long inaction wastes the frame,
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