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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472606" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Spectre Pig</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A BALLAD</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IT was the stalwart butcher man,<br>That knit his swarthy brow,<br>And said the gentle Pig must die,<br>And sealed it with a vow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And oh! it was the gentle Pig<br>Lay stretched upon the ground,<br>And ah! it was the cruel knife<br>His little heart that found.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They took him then, those wicked men,<br>They trailed him all along;<br>They put a stick between his lips,<br>And through his heels a thong;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And round and round an oaken beam<br>A hempen cord they flung,<br>And, like a mighty pendulum,<br>All solemnly he swung!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now say thy prayers, thou sinful man,<br>And think what thou hast done,<br>And read thy catechism well,<br>Thou bloody-minded one;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For if his sprite should walk by night,<br>It better were for thee,<br>That thou wert mouldering in the ground,<br>Or bleaching in the sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was the savage butcher then,<br>That made a mock of sin,<br>And swore a very wicked oath,<br>He did not care a pin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was the butcher's youngest son,--<br>His voice was broke with sighs,<br>And with his pocket-handkerchief<br>He wiped his little eyes;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All young and ignorant was he,<br>But innocent and mild,<br>And, in his soft simplicity,<br>Out spoke the tender child:--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Oh, father, father, list to me;<br>The Pig is deadly sick,<br>And men have hung him by his heels,<br>And fed him with a stick.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was the bloody butcher then,<br>That laughed as he would die,<br>Yet did he soothe the sorrowing child,<br>And bid him not to cry;--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Oh, Nathan, Nathan, what's a Pig,<br>That thou shouldst weep and wail?<br>Come, bear thee like a butcher's child,<br>And thou shalt have his tail!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was the butcher's daughter then,<br>So slender and so fair,<br>That sobbed as it her heart would break,<br>And tore her yellow hair;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And thus she spoke in thrilling tone,--<br>Fast fell the tear-drops big:--<br>'Ah! woe is me! Alas! Alas!<br>The Pig! The Pig! The Pig!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then did her wicked father's lips<br>Make merry with her woe,<br>And call her many a naughty name,<br>Because she whimpered so.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye need not weep, ye gentle ones,<br>In vain your tears are shed,<br>Ye cannot wash his crimson hand,<br>Ye cannot soothe the dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bright sun folded on his breast<br>His robes of rosy flame,<br>And softly over all the west<br>The shades of evening came.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He slept, and troops of murdered Pigs<br>Were busy with his dreams;<br>Loud rang their wild, unearthly shrieks,<br>Wide yawned their mortal seams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The clock struck twelve; the Dead hath heard;<br>He opened both his eyes,<br>And sullenly he shook his tail<br>To lash the feeding flies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One quiver of the hempen cord,--<br>One struggle and one bound,--<br>With stiffened limb and leaden eye,<br>The Pig was on the ground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And straight towards the sleeper's house<br>His fearful way he wended;<br>And hooting owl and hovering bat<br>On midnight wing attended.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Back flew the bolt, up rose the latch,<br>And open swung the door,<br>And little mincing feet were heard<br>Pat, pat along the floor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Two hoofs upon the sanded floor,<br>And two upon the bed;<br>And they are breathing side by side,<br>The living and the dead!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now wake, now wake, thou butcher man!<br>What makes thy cheek so pale?<br>Take hold! take hold! thou dost not fear<br>To clasp a spectre's tail?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Untwisted every winding coil;<br>The shuddering wretch took hold,<br>All like an icicle it seemed,<br>So tapering and so cold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Thou com'st with me, thou butcher man!'--<br>He strives to loose his grasp,<br>But, faster than the clinging vine,<br>Those twining spirals clasp;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And open, open swung the door,<br>And, fleeter than the wind,<br>The shadowy spectre swept before,<br>The butcher trailed behind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fast fled the darkness of the night,<br>And morn rose faint and dim;<br>They called full loud, they knocked full long,<br>They did not waken him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Straight, straight towards that oaken beam,<br>A trampled pathway ran;<br>A ghastly shape was swinging there,--<br>It was the butcher man.</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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IT was the stalwart butcher man,
That knit his swarthy brow,
And said the gentle Pig must die,
And sealed it with a vow.

And oh! it was the gentle Pig
Lay stretched upon the ground,
And ah! it was the cruel knife
His little heart that f..."></div>
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