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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409672" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Belfrey of Bruges</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the market-place of Bruges stands the belfrey old and brown; <br>Thrice consumed and thrice rebuilded, still it watches o'er the town. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As the summer morn was breaking, on that lofty tower I stood, <br>And the world through off the darkness, like the weeds of widowhood. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thick with towns and hamlets studded, and with streams and vapors gray, <br>Like a shield embossed with silver, round and vast the landscape lay. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">At my feet the city slumbered. From its chimneys, here and there, <br>Wreathes of snow-white smoke, ascending, vanished, ghost-like, into the air. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not a sound rose from the city at that early morning hour, <br>But I heard a heart of iron beating in the ancient tower. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">From their nests beneath the rafters sang the swollows wild and high; <br>And the world, beneath me sleeping, seemed more distant than the sky. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then most musical and solemn, bringing back the olden times, <br>With their strange, unearthly changes rang the melancholy chimes, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like the psalms from some old cloister, when the nuns sing in the choir; <br>And the great bell tolled among them, like the chanting of a friar. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Visions of the days departed, shadowy phantoms filled my brain; <br>They who live in history only seemed to walk the earth again; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">All the foresters of Flanders,--mighty Baldwin Bras de Fer, <br>Lyderick du Bucq and Cressy, Philip, Guy du Dampierre. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I beheld the pageants splended that adorned those days of old; <br>Stately dames, like queens attended, knights who bore the Fleece of Gold; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lombard and Venetian merchants with deep-laden argosies; <br>Ministers from twenty nations; more than royal pomp and ease. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I beheld proud Maximilian, kneeling humbly on the ground; <br>I behed the gentle Mary, hunting with her hawk and hound; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And her lighted bridal-chamber, where a duke slept with the queen, <br>And the armèd guard around them, and the sword unsheathed between. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I beheld the flemish weavers, with Namur and Juliers bold, <br>Marching homeward from the bloody battle of the Spurs of Gold; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Saw the fight at Minnewater, saw the White Hoods moving west, <br>Saw great Artevelde victorious scale the Golden Dragon's nest. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And again the whiskered Spaniard all the land with terror smote; <br>And again the wild alarum sounded from the tocsin's throat; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Till the bells of Ghent resounded o'er lagoons and dike of sand, <br>&quot;I am Roland! I am Roland! there is victory in the land!&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the sound of drums aroused me. The awakened city's roar <br>Chased the phantoms I had summoned back into their graves once more. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hours had passed away like minutes; and before I was aware, <br>Lo! the shadow of the belfry crossed the sun-illumined square.</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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Thrice consumed and thrice rebuilded, still it watches o'er the town. 

As the summer morn was breaking, on that lofty tower I stood, 
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