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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=478360" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Death</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Death! where is thy victory?<br>To triumph whilst I die,<br>To triumph whilst thine ebon wing<br>Enfolds my shuddering soul?<br>O Death! where is thy sting? <br>Not when the tides of murder roll,<br>When nations groan, that kings may bask in bliss,<br>Death! canst thou boast a victory such as this--<br>When in his hour of pomp and power<br>His blow the mightiest murderer gave,<br>Mid Nature’s cries the sacrifice<br>Of millions to glut the grave;<br>When sunk the Tyrant Desolation’s slave;<br>Or Freedom’s life-blood streamed upon thy shrine;<br>Stern Tyrant, couldst thou boast a victory such as mine? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To know in dissolution’s void<br>That mortals’ baubles sunk decay;<br>That everything, but Love, destroyed<br>Must perish with its kindred clay,--<br>Perish Ambition’s crown,<br>Perish her sceptred sway:<br>From Death’s pale front fades Pride’s fastidious frown.<br>In Death’s damp vault the lurid fires decay,<br>That Envy lights at heaven-born Virtue’s beam--<br>That all the cares subside, <br>Which lurk beneath the tide<br>Of life’s unquiet stream;--<br>Yes! this is victory!<br>And on yon rock, whose dark form glooms the sky,<br>To stretch these pale limbs, when the soul is fled; <br>To baffle the lean passions of their prey,<br>To sleep within the palace of the dead!<br>Oh! not the King, around whose dazzling throne<br>His countless courtiers mock the words they say,<br>Triumphs amid the bud of glory blown, <br>As I in this cold bed, and faint expiring groan!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tremble, ye proud, whose grandeur mocks the woe<br>Which props the column of unnatural state!<br>You the plainings, faint and low,<br>From Misery’s tortured soul that flow, <br>Shall usher to your fate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tremble, ye conquerors, at whose fell command<br>The war-fiend riots o’er a peaceful land!<br>You Desolation’s gory throng<br>Shall bear from Victory along <br>To that mysterious strand.</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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To triumph whilst I die,
To triumph whilst thine ebon wing
Enfolds my shuddering soul?
O Death! where is thy sting? 
Not when the tides of murder roll,
When nations groan, that kings may bask in bliss,
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