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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=447586" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Scenes In London II - Oxford Street</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">LIFE in its many shapes was there, <br>The busy and the gay;<br>Faces that seemed too young and fair<br>To ever know decay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wealth, with its waste, its pomp, and pride,<br>Led forth its glittering train;<br>And poverty's pale face beside<br>Asked aid, and asked in vain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The shops were filled from many lands,<br>Toys, silks, and gems, and flowers;<br>The patient work of many hands,<br>The hope of many hours.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, mid life's myriad shapes around<br>There was a sigh of death;<br>There rose a melancholy sound,<br>The bugle's wailing breath.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They played a mournful Scottish air,<br>That on its native hill<br>Had caught the notes the night-winds bear<br>From weeping leaf and rill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas strange to hear that sad wild strain<br>Its warning music shed,<br>Rising above life's busy train,<br>In memory of the dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There came a slow and silent band<br>In sad procession by:<br>Reversed the musket in each hand,<br>And downcast every eye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They bore the soldier to his grave;<br>The sympathyzing crowd<br>Divided like a parted wave<br>By some dark vessel ploughed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A moment, and all sounds were mute,<br>For awe was over all;<br>You heard the soldier's measured foot,<br>The bugle's wailing call.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The gloves were laid upon the bier,<br>The helmet and the sword,<br>The drooping war-horse followed near,<br>As he, too, mourned his lord.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Slowly—I followed too—they led<br>To where a church arose,<br>And flung a shadow o'er the dead,<br>Deep as their own repose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Green trees were there—beneath the shade<br>Of one, was made a grave;<br>And there to his last rest was laid<br>The weary and the brave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They fired a volley o'er the bed<br>Of an unconscious ear;<br>The birds sprang fluttering overhead,<br>Struck with a sudden fear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All left the ground, the bugles died<br>Away upon the wind;<br>Only the tree's green branches sighed<br>O'er him they left behind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Again, all filled with light and breath,<br>I passed the crowded street—<br>Oh, great extremes of life and death,<br>How strangely do ye meet!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Letitia+Elizabeth+Landon">Letitia Elizabeth Landon</a><div class=q>
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The busy and the gay;
Faces that seemed too young and fair
To ever know decay.

Wealth, with its waste, its pomp, and pride,
Led forth its glittering train;
And poverty's pale face beside
Asked aid, and asked in..."></div>
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