<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409366" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Beleaguered City, The</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have read, in some old, marvellous tale,<br> Some legend strange and vague,<br>That a midnight host of spectres pale<br> Beleaguered the walls of Prague.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beside the Moldau's rushing stream,<br> With the wan moon overhead,<br>There stood, as in an awful dream,<br> The army of the dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">White as a sea-fog, landward bound,<br> The spectral camp was seen,<br>And, with a sorrowful, deep sound,<br> The river flowed between.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No other voice nor sound was there,<br> No drum, nor sentry's pace;<br>The mist-like banners clasped the air,<br> As clouds with clouds embrace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when the old cathedral bell<br> Proclaimed the morning prayer,<br>The white pavilions rose and fell<br> On the alarmed air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Down the broad valley fast and far<br> The troubled army fled;<br>Up rose the glorious morning star,<br> The ghastly host was dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have read, in the marvellous heart of man,<br> That strange and mystic scroll,<br>That an army of phantoms vast and wan<br> Beleaguer the human soul.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Encamped beside Life's rushing stream,<br> In Fancy's misty light,<br>Gigantic shapes and shadows gleam<br> Portentous through the night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Upon its midnight battle-ground<br> The spectral camp is seen,<br>And, with a sorrowful, deep sound,<br> Flows the River of Life between.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No other voice nor sound is there,<br> In the army of the grave;<br>No other challenge breaks the air,<br> But the rushing of Life's wave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when the solemn and deep churchbell<br> Entreats the soul to pray,<br>The midnight phantoms feel the spell,<br> The shadows sweep away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Down the broad Vale of Tears afar<br> The spectral camp is fled;<br>Faith shineth as a morning star,<br> Our ghastly fears are dead.</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409366" data-title="Beleaguered City, The de Henry Wadsworth Longfellow" data-description="I have read, in some old, marvellous tale, Some legend strange and vague, That a midnight host of spectres pale Beleaguered the walls of Prague. Beside the Moldau's rushing stream, With the wan moon overhead, There stood, as in an awful dream,..."></div> </div> </div>

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