<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=478342" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Tower Of Famine</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Amid the desolation of a city,<br>Which was the cradle, and is now the grave<br>Of an extinguished people,—so that Pity</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Weeps o’er the shipwrecks of Oblivion’s wave,<br>There stands the Tower of Famine. It is built<br>Upon some prison-homes, whose dwellers rave</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For bread, and gold, and blood: Pain, linked to Guilt,<br>Agitates the light flame of their hours,<br>Until its vital oil is spent or spilt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There stands the pile, a tower amid the towers <br>And sacred domes; each marble-ribbed roof,<br>The brazen-gated temples, and the bowers</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of solitary wealth,--the tempest-proof<br>Pavilions of the dark Italian air,--<br>Are by its presence dimmed--they stand aloof, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And are withdrawn—so that the world is bare;<br>As if a spectre wrapped in shapeless terror<br>Amid a company of ladies fair</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Should glide and glow, till it became a mirror<br>Of all their beauty, and their hair and hue,<br>The life of their sweet eyes, with all its error,<br>Should be absorbed, till they to marble grew.</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> <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=478342" data-title="The Tower Of Famine de Percy Bysshe Shelley" data-description="Amid the desolation of a city, Which was the cradle, and is now the grave Of an extinguished people,—so that Pity Weeps o’er the shipwrecks of Oblivion’s wave, There stands the Tower of Famine. It is built Upon some prison-homes, whose dwel..."></div> </div> </div>

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