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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409365" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Beatrice. (From Dante. Purgatorio, XXX., XXXI.)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Even as the Blessed, at the final summons,<br>Shall rise up quickened, each one from his grave,<br>Wearing again the garments of the flesh,<br>So, upon that celestial chariot,<br>A hundred rose <br>ad vocem tanti senis<br>,<br>Ministers and messengers of life eternal.<br>They all were saying, '<br>Benedictus qui venis<br>,'<br>And scattering flowers above and round about,<br>'<br>Manibus o date lilia plenis<br>.'<br>Oft have I seen, at the approach of day,<br>The orient sky all stained with roseate hues,<br>And the other heaven with light serene adorned,<br>And the sun's face uprising, overshadowed,<br>So that, by temperate influence of vapors,<br>The eye sustained his aspect for long while;<br>Thus in the bosom of a cloud of flowers,<br>Which from those hands angelic were thrown up,<br>And down descended inside and without,<br>With crown of olive o'er a snow-white veil,<br>Appeared a lady, under a green mantle,<br>Vested in colors of the living flame.<br>. . . . . . <br>Even as the snow, among the living rafters<br>Upon the back of ltaly, congeals,<br>Blown on and beaten by Sclavonian winds,<br>And then, dissolving, filters through itself,<br>Whene'er the land, that loses shadow, breathes,<br>Like as a taper melts before a fire,<br>Even such I was, without a sigh or tear,<br>Before the song of those who chime forever<br>After the chiming of the eternal spheres;<br>But, when I heard in those sweet melodies<br>Compassion for me, more than had they said,<br>'O wherefore, lady, dost thou thus consume him?'<br>The ice, that was about my heart congealed,<br>To air and water changed, and, in my anguish,<br>Through lips and eyes came gushing from my breast.<br>. . . . . . <br>Confusion and dismay, together mingled,<br>Forced such a feeble 'Yes!' out of my mouth,<br>To understand it one had need of sight.<br>Even as a cross-bow breaks, when 't is discharged,<br>Too tensely drawn the bow-string and the bow,<br>And with less force the arrow hits the mark;<br>So I gave way beneath this heavy burden,<br>Gushing forth into bitter tears and sighs,<br>And the voice, fainting, flagged upon its passage.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Wadsworth+Longfellow">Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</a><div class=q>
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Shall rise up quickened, each one from his grave,
Wearing again the garments of the flesh,
So, upon that celestial chariot,
A hundred rose 
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