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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408357" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mount Erebus: (A Fragment)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A MIGHTY theatre of snow and fire,<br>Girt with perpetual Winter, and sublime<br>By reason of that lordly solitude<br>Which dwells for ever at the world’s white ends;<br>And in that weird-faced wilderness of ice,<br>There is no human foot, nor any paw<br>Or hoof of beast, but where the shrill winds drive<br>The famished birds of storm across the tracts<br>Whose centre is the dim mysterious Pole.<br>Beyond—yea far beyond the homes of man,<br>By water never dark with coming ships,<br>Near seas that know not feather, scale, or fin,<br>The grand volcano, like a weird Isaiah,<br>Set in that utmost region of the Earth,<br>Doth thunder forth the awful utterance,<br>Whose syllables are flame; and when the fierce<br>Antarctic Night doth hold dominionship<br>Within her fastnessess, then round the cone<br>Of Erebus a crown of tenfold light<br>Appears; and shafts of marvellous splendour shoot<br>Far out to east and west and south and north,<br>Whereat a gorgeous dome of glory roofs<br>Wild leagues of mountain and transfigured waves,<br>And lends all things a beauty terrible.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Far-reaching lands, whereon the hand of Change<br>Hath never rested since the world began,<br>Lie here in fearful fellowship with cold<br>And rain and tempest. Here colossal horns<br>Of hill start up and take the polar fogs<br>Shot through with flying stars of fire; and here,<br>Above the dead-grey crescents topped with spires<br>Of thunder-smoke, one half the heaven flames<br>With that supremest light whose glittering life<br>Is yet a marvel unto all but One—<br>The Entity Almighty, whom we feel<br>Is nearest us when we are face to face<br>With Nature’s features aboriginal,<br>And in the hearing of her primal speech<br>And in the thraldom of her primal power.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While like the old Chaldean king who waxed<br>Insane with pride, we human beings grow<br>To think we are the mightiest of the world,<br>And lords of all terrestrial things, behold<br>The sea rolls in with a superb disdain<br>Upon our peopled shores, omnipotent;<br>And while we set up things of clay and call<br>Our idols gods; and while we boast or fume<br>About the petty honours, or the poor,<br>Pale disappointments of our meagre lives,<br>Lo, changeless as Eternity itself,<br>The grand Antarctic mountain looms outside<br>All breathing life; and, with its awful speech,<br>Is as an emblem of the Power Supreme,<br>Whose thunders shake the boundless Universe,<br>Whose lightnings make a terror of all Space.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Kendall">Henry Kendall</a><div class=q>
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Girt with perpetual Winter, and sublime
By reason of that lordly solitude
Which dwells for ever at the world’s white ends;
And in that weird-faced wilderness of ice,
There is no human foot, nor any paw
Or hoof ..."></div>
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