<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472471" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lexington</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Slowly the mist o’er the meadow was creeping,<br>Bright on the dewy buds glistened the sun,<br>When from his couch, while his children were sleeping,<br>Rose the bold rebel and shouldered his gun. <br>Waving her golden veil<br>Over the silent dale,<br>Blithe looked the morning on cottage and spire;<br>Hushed was his parting sigh,<br>While from his noble eye<br>Flashed the last sparkle of liberty’s fire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the smooth green where the fresh leaf is springing<br>Calmly the first-born of glory have met;<br>Hark! the death-volley around them is ringing! <br>Look! with their life-blood the young grass is wet<br>Faint is the feeble breath,<br>Murmuring low in death,<br>“Tell to our sons how their fathers have died;”<br>Nerveless the iron hand,<br>Raised for its native land,<br>Lies by the weapon that gleams at its side.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Over the hillsides the wild knell is tolling,<br>From their far hamlets the yeomanry come;<br>As through the storm-clouds the thunder-burst rolling,<br>Circles the beat of the mustering drum. <br>Fast on the soldier’s path<br>Darken the waves of wrath,—­<br>Long have they gathered and loud shall they fall;<br>Red glares the musket’s flash,<br>Sharp rings the rifle’s crash,<br>Blazing and clanging from thicket and wall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gayly the plume of the horseman was dancing,<br>Never to shadow his cold brow again;<br>Proudly at morning the war-steed was prancing,<br>Reeking and panting he droops on the rein;<br>Pale is the lip of scorn,<br>Voiceless the trumpet horn,<br>Torn is the silken-fringed red cross on high;<br>Many a belted breast<br>Low on the turf shall rest<br>Ere the dark hunters the herd have passed by.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Snow-girdled crags where the hoarse wind is raving,<br>Rocks where the weary floods murmur and wail,<br>Wilds where the fern by the furrow is waving,<br>Reeled with the echoes that rode on the gale;<br>Far as the tempest thrills<br>Over the darkened hills,<br>Far as the sunshine streams over the plain,<br>Roused by the tyrant band,<br>Woke all the mighty land,<br>Girded for battle, from mountain to main.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Green be the graves where her martyrs are lying! <br>Shroudless and tombless they sunk to their rest,<br>While o’er their ashes the starry fold flying<br>Wraps the proud eagle they roused from his nest. <br>Borne on her Northern pine,<br>Long o’er the foaming brine<br>Spread her broad banner to storm and to sun;<br>Heaven keep her ever free,<br>Wide as o’er land and sea<br>Floats the fair emblem her heroes have won.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Oliver+Wendell+Holmes">Oliver Wendell Holmes</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=472471" data-title="Lexington de Oliver Wendell Holmes" data-description="Slowly the mist o’er the meadow was creeping, Bright on the dewy buds glistened the sun, When from his couch, while his children were sleeping, Rose the bold rebel and shouldered his gun. Waving her golden veil Over the silent dale, Blithe..."></div> </div> </div>

solid border dashed border dotted border double border groove border ridge border inset border outset border no border blue green red purple cyan gold silver black