<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409936" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Malvern Hill</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye elms that wave on Malvern Hill<br>In prime of morn and May,<br>Recall ye how McClellan's men<br>Here stood at bay?<br>While deep within yon forest dim<br>Our rigid comrades lay - <br>Some with the cartridge in their mouth,<br>Others with fixed arms lifted South - <br>Invoking so<br>The cypress glades? Ah wilds of woe!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The spires of Richmond, late beheld<br>Through rifts in musket-haze,<br>Were closed from view in clouds of dust<br>On leaf-walled ways,<br>Where streamed our wagons in caravan;<br>And the Seven Nights and Days<br>Of march and fast, retreat and fight,<br>Pinched our grimed faces to ghastly plight - <br>Does the elm wood<br>Recall the haggard beards of blood?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The battle-smoked flag, with stars eclipsed,<br>We followed (it never fell!) - <br>In silence husbanded our strength - <br>Received their yell;<br>Till on this slope we patient turned<br>With cannon ordered well;<br>Reverse we proved was not defeat;<br>But ah, the sod what thousands meet! - <br>Does Malvern Wood<br>Bethink itself, and muse and brood?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We elms of Malvern Hill<br>Remember every thing;<br>But sap the twig will fill:<br>Wag the world how it will,<br>Leaves must be green in Spring.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Herman+Melville">Herman Melville</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=409936" data-title="Malvern Hill de Herman Melville" data-description="Ye elms that wave on Malvern Hill In prime of morn and May, Recall ye how McClellan's men Here stood at bay? While deep within yon forest dim Our rigid comrades lay - Some with the cartridge in their mouth, Others with fixed arms lifted South - ..."></div> </div> </div>

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