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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409807" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Warden Of The Cinque Ports. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A mist was driving down the British Channel,<br>The day was just begun,<br>And through the window-panes, on floor and panel,<br>Streamed the red autumn sun. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It glanced on flowing flag and rippling pennon,<br>And the white sails of ships;<br>And, from the frowning rampart, the black cannon<br>Hailed it with feverish lips. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sandwich and Romney, Hastings, Hithe, and Dover<br>Were all alert that day,<br>To see the French war-steamers speeding over,<br>When the fog cleared away. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sullen and silent, and like couchant lions,<br>Their cannon, through the night,<br>Holding their breath, had watched, in grim defiance,<br>The sea-coast opposite. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now they roared at drum-beat from their stations<br>On every citadel;<br>Each answering each, with morning salutations,<br>That all was well. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And down the coast, all taking up the burden,<br>Replied the distant forts,<br>As if to summon from his sleep the Warden<br>And Lord of the Cinque Ports. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Him shall no sunshine from the fields of azure,<br>No drum-beat from the wall,<br>No morning gun from the black fort's embrasure,<br>Awaken with its call! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">No more, surveying with an eye impartial<br>The long line of the coast,<br>Shall the gaunt figure of the old Field Marshal<br>Be seen upon his post! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For in the night, unseen, a single warrior,<br>In sombre harness mailed,<br>Dreaded of man, and surnamed the Destroyer,<br>The rampart wall has scaled. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He passed into the chamber of the sleeper,<br>The dark and silent room,<br>And as he entered, darker grew, and deeper,<br>The silence and the gloom. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He did not pause to parley or dissemble,<br>But smote the Warden hoar;<br>Ah! what a blow! that made all England tremble<br>And groan from shore to shore. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Meanwhile, without, the surly cannon waited,<br>The sun rose bright o'erhead;<br>Nothing in Nature's aspect intimated<br>That a great man was 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>
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The day was just begun,
And through the window-panes, on floor and panel,
Streamed the red autumn sun. 

It glanced on flowing flag and rippling pennon,
And the white sails of ships;
And, from the frown..."></div>
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