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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472569" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Last Prophecy Of Cassandra</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE sun is fading in the skies,<br>And evening shades are gathering fast;<br>Fair city, ere that sun shall rise,<br>Thy night hath come,-thy day is past!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye know not,-but the hour is nigh;<br>Ye will not heed the warning breath; <br>No vision strikes your clouded eye,<br>To break the sleep that wakes in death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Go, age, and let thy withered cheek<br>Be wet once more with freezing tears;<br>And bid thy trembling sorrows speak,<br>In accents of departed years.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Go, child, and pour thy sinless prayer<br>Before the everlasting throne; <br>And He, who sits in glory there,<br>May stoop to hear thy silver tone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Go, warrior, in thy glittering steel,<br>And bow thee at the altar's side; <br>And bid thy frowning gods reveal<br>The doom their mystic counsels hide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Go, maiden, in thy flowing veil,<br>And bare thy brow, and bend thy knee; <br>When the last hopes of mercy fail,<br>Thy God may yet remember thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Go, as thou didst in happier hours,<br>And lay thine incense on the shrine;<br>And greener leaves, and fairer flowers,<br>Around the sacred image twine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw them rise, the buried dead,<br>From marble tomb and grassy mound;<br>I heard the spirits' printless tread,<br>And voices not of earthly sound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I looked upon the quivering stream,<br>And its cold wave was bright with flame; <br>And wild, as from a fearful dream,<br>The wasted forms of battle came.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye will not hear, ye will not know,<br>Ye scorn the maniac's idle song;<br>Ye care not! but the voice of woe<br>Shall thunder loud, and echo long.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blood shall be in your marble halls.<br>And spears shall glance, and fire shall glow;<br>Ruin shall sit upon your walls,<br>But ye shall lie in death below.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ay, none shall live, to hear the storm<br>Around their blackened pillars sweep;<br>To shudder at the reptile's form,<br>Or scare the wild bird from her sleep.</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>
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And evening shades are gathering fast;
Fair city, ere that sun shall rise,
Thy night hath come,-thy day is past!

Ye know not,-but the hour is nigh;
Ye will not heed the warning breath; 
No vision strikes your cloud..."></div>
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