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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=478181" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ghasta Or, The Avenging Demon!!!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hark! the owlet flaps her wing,<br>In the pathless dell beneath,<br>Hark! night ravens loudly sing,<br>Tidings of despair and death.--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Horror covers all the sky, <br>Clouds of darkness blot the moon,<br>Prepare! for mortal thou must die,<br>Prepare to yield thy soul up soon--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fierce the tempest raves around,<br>Fierce the volleyed lightnings fly,<br>Crashing thunder shakes the ground,<br>Fire and tumult fill the sky.—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hark! the tolling village bell,<br>Tells the hour of midnight come,<br>Now can blast the powers of Hell, <br>Fiend-like goblins now can roam--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">See! his crest all stained with rain,<br>A warrior hastening speeds his way,<br>He starts, looks round him, starts again,<br>And sighs for the approach of day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">See! his frantic steed he reins,<br>See! he lifts his hands on high,<br>Implores a respite to his pains,<br>From the powers of the sky.--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He seeks an Inn, for faint from toil, <br>Fatigue had bent his lofty form,<br>To rest his wearied limbs awhile,<br>Fatigued with wandering and the storm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">...<br>...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Slow the door is opened wide--<br>With trackless tread a stranger came,<br>His form Majestic, slow his stride,<br>He sate, nor spake,--nor told his name--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Terror blanched the warrior's cheek,<br>Cold sweat from his forehead ran,<br>In vain his tongue essayed to speak,--<br>At last the stranger thus began:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Mortal! thou that saw'st the sprite,<br>Tell me what I wish to know,<br>Or come with me before 'tis light,<br>Where cypress trees and mandrakes grow. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Fierce the avenging Demon's ire,<br>Fiercer than the wintry blast,<br>Fiercer than the lightning's fire,<br>When the hour of twilight's past'--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The warrior raised his sunken eye. <br>It met the stranger's sullen scowl,<br>'Mortal! Mortal! thou must die,'<br>In burning letters chilled his soul.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">WARRIOR:<br>Stranger! whoso'er you are,<br>I feel impelled my tale to tell--<br>Horrors stranger shalt thou hear,<br>Horrors drear as those of Hell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O'er my Castle silence reigned,<br>Late the night and drear the hour,<br>When on the terrace I observed,<br>A fleeting shadowy mist to lower.--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Light the cloud as summer fog,<br>Which transient shuns the morning beam;<br>Fleeting as the cloud on bog,<br>That hangs or on the mountain stream.--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Horror seized my shuddering brain,<br>Horror dimmed my starting eye.<br>In vain I tried to speak,--In vain<br>My limbs essayed the spot to fly--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At last the thin and shadowy form,<br>With noiseless, trackless footsteps came,--<br>Its light robe floated on the storm,<br>Its head was bound with lambent flame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In chilling voice drear as the breeze<br>Which sweeps along th' autumnal ground, <br>Which wanders through the leafless trees,<br>Or the mandrake's groan which floats around.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Thou art mine and I am thine,<br>'Till the sinking of the world,<br>I am thine and thou art mine, <br>'Till in ruin death is hurled--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Strong the power and dire the fate,<br>Which drags me from the depths of Hell,<br>Breaks the tomb's eternal gate,<br>Where fiendish shapes and dead men yell,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Haply I might ne'er have shrank<br>From flames that rack the guilty dead,<br>Haply I might ne'er have sank<br>On pleasure's flowery, thorny bed--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">--'But stay! no more I dare disclose,<br>Of the tale I wish to tell,<br>On Earth relentless were my woes,<br>But fiercer are my pangs in Hell--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now I claim thee as my love,<br>Lay aside all chilling fear, <br>My affection will I prove,<br>Where sheeted ghosts and spectres are!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'For thou art mine, and I am thine,<br>'Till the dreaded judgement day,<br>I am thine, and thou art mine--<br>Night is past--I must away.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still I gazed, and still the form<br>Pressed upon my aching sight,<br>Still I braved the howling storm,<br>When the ghost dissolved in night.--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Restless, sleepless fled the night,<br>Sleepless as a sick man’s bed,<br>When he sighs for morning light,<br>When he turns his aching head,--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Slow and painful passed the day. <br>Melancholy seized my brain,<br>Lingering fled the hours away,<br>Lingering to a wretch in pain.--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At last came night, ah! horrid hour,<br>Ah! chilling time that wakes the dead,<br>When demons ride the clouds that lower,<br>--The phantom sat upon my bed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In hollow voice, low as the sound<br>Which in some charnel makes its moan,<br>What floats along the burying ground,<br>The phantom claimed me as her own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her chilling finger on my head,<br>With coldest touch congealed my soul--<br>Cold as the finger of the dead,<br>Or damps which round a tombstone roll--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Months are passed in lingering round,<br>Every night the spectre comes,<br>With thrilling step it shakes the ground,<br>With thrilling step it round me roams--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stranger! I have told to thee,<br>All the tale I have to tell--<br>Stranger! canst thou tell to me,<br>How to ‘scape the powers of Hell?--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">STRANGER:<br>Warrior! I can ease thy woes,<br>Wilt thou, wilt thou, come with me--<br>Warrior! I can all disclose,<br>Follow, follow, follow me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet the tempest's duskiest wing,<br>Its mantle stretches o'er the sky,<br>Yet the midnight ravens sing, <br>'Mortal! Mortal! thou must die.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At last they saw a river clear,<br>That crossed the heathy path they trod,<br>The Stranger’s look was wild and drear,<br>The firm Earth shook beneath his nod--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He raised a wand above his head,<br>He traced a circle on the plain,<br>In a wild verse he called the dead,<br>The dead with silent footsteps came.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A burning brilliance on his head, <br>Flaming filled the stormy air,<br>In a wild verse he called the dead,<br>The dead in motley crowd were there.--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ghasta! Ghasta! come along,<br>Bring thy fiendish crowd with thee,<br>Quickly raise th' avenging Song,<br>Ghasta! Ghasta! come to me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Horrid shapes in mantles gray,<br>Flit athwart the stormy night,<br>'Ghasta! Ghasta! come away,<br>Come away before 'tis light.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">See! the sheeted Ghost they bring,<br>Yelling dreadful o’er the heath,<br>Hark! the deadly verse they sing,<br>Tidings of despair and death! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The yelling Ghost before him stands,<br>See! she rolls her eyes around,<br>Now she lifts her bony hands,<br>Now her footsteps shake the ground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">STRANGER:<br>Phantom of Theresa say,<br>Why to earth again you came,<br>Quickly speak, I must away!<br>Or you must bleach for aye in flame,--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">PHANTOM:<br>Mighty one I know thee now,<br>Mightiest power of the sky, <br>Know thee by thy flaming brow,<br>Know thee by thy sparkling eye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That fire is scorching! Oh! I came,<br>From the caverned depth of Hell,<br>My fleeting false Rodolph to claim,<br>Mighty one! I know thee well.--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">STRANGER:<br>Ghasta! seize yon wandering sprite,<br>Drag her to the depth beneath,<br>Take her swift, before 'tis light,<br>Take her to the cells of death! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou that heardst the trackless dead,<br>In the mouldering tomb must lie,<br>Mortal! look upon my head,<br>Mortal! Mortal! thou must die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of glowing flame a cross was there, <br>Which threw a light around his form,<br>Whilst his lank and raven hair,<br>Floated wild upon the storm.--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The warrior upwards turned his eyes,<br>Gazed upon the cross of fire, <br>There sat horror and surprise,<br>There sat God’s eternal ire.--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A shivering through the Warrior flew,<br>Colder than the nightly blast,<br>Colder than the evening dew, <br>When the hour of twilight’s past.--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thunder shakes th' expansive sky,<br>Shakes the bosom of the heath,<br>'Mortal! Mortal! thou must die'--<br>The warrior sank convulsed in death. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">JANUARY, 1810.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Percy+Bysshe+Shelley">Percy Bysshe Shelley</a><div class=q>
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In the pathless dell beneath,
Hark! night ravens loudly sing,
Tidings of despair and death.--

Horror covers all the sky, 
Clouds of darkness blot the moon,
Prepare! for mortal thou must die,
Prepare to yield thy so..."></div>
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