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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=478278" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sister Rosa: A Ballad</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.<br>The death-bell beats!--<br>The mountain repeats<br>The echoing sound of the knell;<br>And the dark Monk now<br>Wraps the cowl round his brow,<br>As he sits in his lonely cell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II.<br>And the cold hand of death<br>Chills his shuddering breath,<br>As he lists to the fearful lay<br>Which the ghosts of the sky,<br>As they sweep wildly by,<br>Sing to departed day.<br>And they sing of the hour<br>When the stern fates had power<br>To resolve Rosa’s form to its clay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III.<br>But that hour is past;<br>And that hour was the last<br>Of peace to the dark Monk’s brain.<br>Bitter tears, from his eyes, gushed silent and fast;<br>And he strove to suppress them in vain. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV.<br>Then his fair cross of gold he dashed on the floor,<br>When the death-knell struck on his ear.--<br>'Delight is in store<br>For her evermore;<br>But for me is fate, horror, and fear.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">V.<br>Then his eyes wildly rolled,<br>When the death-bell tolled,<br>And he raged in terrific woe.<br>And he stamped on the ground,--<br>But when ceased the sound,<br>Tears again began to flow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VI.<br>And the ice of despair<br>Chilled the wild throb of care,<br>And he sate in mute agony still;<br>Till the night-stars shone through the cloudless air,<br>And the pale moonbeam slept on the hill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VII.<br>Then he knelt in his cell:--<br>And the horrors of hell<br>Were delights to his agonized pain,<br>And he prayed to God to dissolve the spell, <br>Which else must for ever remain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VIII.<br>And in fervent pray'r he knelt on the ground,<br>Till the abbey bell struck One:<br>His feverish blood ran chill at the sound:<br>A voice hollow and horrible murmured around--<br>'The term of thy penance is done!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IX.<br>Grew dark the night;<br>The moonbeam bright<br>Waxed faint on the mountain high;<br>And, from the black hill, <br>Went a voice cold and still,--<br>'Monk! thou art free to die.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">X.<br>Then he rose on his feet,<br>And his heart loud did beat,<br>And his limbs they were palsied with dread; <br>Whilst the grave's clammy dew<br>O'er his pale forehead grew;<br>And he shuddered to sleep with the dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XI.<br>And the wild midnight storm<br>Raved around his tall form, <br>As he sought the chapel's gloom:<br>And the sunk grass did sigh<br>To the wind, bleak and high,<br>As he searched for the new-made tomb.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XII.<br>And forms, dark and high, <br>Seemed around him to fly,<br>And mingle their yells with the blast:<br>And on the dark wall<br>Half-seen shadows did fall,<br>As enhorrored he onward passed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XIII.<br>And the storm-fiends wild rave<br>O’er the new-made grave,<br>And dread shadows linger around.<br>The Monk called on God his soul to save,<br>And, in horror, sank on the ground. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">XIV.<br>Then despair nerved his arm<br>To dispel the charm,<br>And he burst Rosa's coffin asunder.<br>And the fierce storm did swell<br>More terrific and fell,<br>And louder pealed the thunder.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XV.<br>And laughed, in joy, the fiendish throng,<br>Mixed with ghosts of the mouldering dead:<br>And their grisly wings, as they floated along,<br>Whistled in murmurs dread.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XVI.<br>And her skeleton form the dead Nun reared<br>Which dripped with the chill dew of hell.<br>In her half-eaten eyeballs two pale flames appeared,<br>And triumphant their gleam on the dark Monk glared,<br>As he stood within the cell. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">XVII.<br>And her lank hand lay on his shuddering brain;<br>But each power was nerved by fear.--<br>'I never, henceforth, may breathe again;<br>Death now ends mine anguished pain.--<br>The grave yawns,--we meet there.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XVIII.<br>And her skeleton lungs did utter the sound,<br>So deadly, so lone, and so fell,<br>That in long vibrations shuddered the ground;<br>And as the stern notes floated around,<br>A deep groan was answered from hell.</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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The death-bell beats!--
The mountain repeats
The echoing sound of the knell;
And the dark Monk now
Wraps the cowl round his brow,
As he sits in his lonely cell.

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And the cold hand of death
Chills his shuddering breath,
As he lists to the fe..."></div>
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