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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508035" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Ballad, Shewing How An Old Woman Rode Double, And Who Rode Before Her</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Raven croak'd as she sate at her meal,<br>And the Old Woman knew what he said,<br>And she grew pale at the Raven's tale,<br>And sicken'd and went to her bed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now fetch me my children, and fetch them with speed,<br>The Old Woman of Berkeley said,<br>The monk my son, and my daughter the nun<br>Bid them hasten or I shall be dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The monk her son, and her daughter the nun,<br>Their way to Berkeley went,<br>And they have brought with pious thought<br>The holy sacrament.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The old Woman shriek'd as they entered her door,<br>'Twas fearful her shrieks to hear,<br>Now take the sacrament away<br>For mercy, my children dear!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her lip it trembled with agony,<br>The sweat ran down her brow,<br>I have tortures in store for evermore,<br>Oh! spare me my children now!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Away they sent the sacrament,<br>The fit it left her weak,<br>She look'd at her children with ghastly eyes<br>And faintly struggled to speak.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All kind of sin I have rioted in<br>And the judgment now must be,<br>But I secured my childrens souls,<br>Oh! pray my children for me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have suck'd the breath of sleeping babes,<br>The fiends have been my slaves,<br>I have nointed myself with infants fat,<br>And feasted on rifled graves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the fiend will fetch me now in fire<br>My witchcrafts to atone,<br>And I who have rifled the dead man's grave<br>Shall never have rest in my own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bless I intreat my winding sheet<br>My children I beg of you!<br>And with holy water sprinkle my shroud<br>And sprinkle my coffin too.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And let me be chain'd in my coffin of stone<br>And fasten it strong I implore<br>With iron bars, and let it be chain'd<br>With three chains to the church floor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And bless the chains and sprinkle them,<br>And let fifty priests stand round,<br>Who night and day the mass may say<br>Where I lie on the ground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And let fifty choristers be there<br>The funeral dirge to sing,<br>Who day and night by the taper's light<br>Their aid to me may bring.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let the church bells all both great and small<br>Be toll'd by night and day,<br>To drive from thence the fiends who come<br>To bear my corpse away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And ever have the church door barr'd<br>After the even song,<br>And I beseech you children dear<br>Let the bars and bolts be strong.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And let this be three days and nights<br>My wretched corpse to save,<br>Preserve me so long from the fiendish throng<br>And then I may rest in my grave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Old Woman of Berkeley laid her down<br>And her eyes grew deadly dim,<br>Short came her breath and the struggle of death<br>Did loosen every limb.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They blest the old woman's winding sheet<br>With rites and prayers as due,<br>With holy water they sprinkled her shroud<br>And they sprinkled her coffin too.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And they chain'd her in her coffin of stone<br>And with iron barr'd it down,<br>And in the church with three strong chains<br>They chain'd it to the ground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And they blest the chains and sprinkled them,<br>And fifty priests stood round,<br>By night and day the mass to say<br>Where she lay on the ground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And fifty choristers were there<br>To sing the funeral song,<br>And a hallowed taper blazed in the hand<br>Of all the sacred throng.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To see the priests and choristers<br>It was a goodly sight,<br>Each holding, as it were a staff,<br>A taper burning bright.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the church bells all both great and small<br>Did toll so loud and long,<br>And they have barr'd the church door hard<br>After the even song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the first night the taper's light<br>Burnt steadily and clear.<br>But they without a hideous rout<br>Of angry fiends could hear;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A hideous roar at the church door<br>Like a long thunder peal,<br>And the priests they pray'd and the choristers sung<br>Louder in fearful zeal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Loud toll'd the bell, the priests pray'd well,<br>The tapers they burnt bright,<br>The monk her son, and her daughter the nun<br>They told their beads all night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cock he crew, away they flew<br>The fiends from the herald of day,<br>And undisturb'd the choristers sing<br>And the fifty priests they pray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The second night the taper's light<br>Burnt dismally and blue,<br>And every one saw his neighbour's face<br>Like a dead man's face to view.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And yells and cries without arise<br>That the stoutest heart might shock,<br>And a deafening roaring like a cataract pouring<br>Over a mountain rock.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The monk and nun they told their beads<br>As fast as they could tell,<br>And aye as louder grew the noise<br>The faster went the bell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Louder and louder the choristers sung<br>As they trembled more and more,<br>And the fifty priests prayed to heaven for aid,<br>They never had prayed so before.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cock he crew, away they flew<br>The fiends from the herald of day,<br>And undisturb'd the choristers sing<br>And the fifty priests they pray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The third night came and the tapers flame<br>A hideous stench did make,<br>And they burnt as though they had been dipt<br>In the burning brimstone lake.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the loud commotion, like the rushing of ocean,<br>Grew momently more and more,<br>And strokes as of a battering ram<br>Did shake the strong church door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bellmen they for very fear<br>Could toll the bell no longer,<br>And still as louder grew the strokes<br>Their fear it grew the stronger.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The monk and nun forgot their beads,<br>They fell on the ground dismay'd,<br>There was not a single saint in heaven<br>Whom they did not call to aid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the choristers song that late was so strong<br>Grew a quaver of consternation,<br>For the church did rock as an earthquake shock<br>Uplifted its foundation.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And a sound was heard like the trumpet's blast<br>That shall one day wake the dead,<br>The strong church door could bear no more<br>And the bolts and the bars they fled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the taper's light was extinguish'd quite,<br>And the choristers faintly sung,<br>And the priests dismay'd, panted and prayed<br>Till fear froze every tongue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And in He came with eyes of flame<br>The Fiend to fetch the dead,<br>And all the church with his presence glowed<br>Like a fiery furnace red.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He laid his hand on the iron chains<br>And like flax they moulder'd asunder,<br>And the coffin lid that was barr'd so firm<br>He burst with his voice of thunder.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And he bade the Old Woman of Berkeley rise<br>And come with her master away,<br>And the cold sweat stood on the cold cold corpse,<br>At the voice she was forced to obey.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She rose on her feet in her winding sheet,<br>Her dead flesh quivered with fear,<br>And a groan like that which the Old Woman gave<br>Never did mortal hear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She followed the fiend to the church door,<br>There stood a black horse there,<br>His breath was red like furnace smoke,<br>His eyes like a meteor's glare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fiendish force flung her on the horse<br>And he leapt up before,<br>And away like the lightning's speed they went<br>And she was seen no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They saw her no more, but her cries and shrieks<br>For four miles round they could hear,<br>And children at rest at their mother's breast,<br>Started and screamed with fear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Southey">Robert Southey</a><div class=q>
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And the Old Woman knew what he said,
And she grew pale at the Raven's tale,
And sicken'd and went to her bed.

Now fetch me my children, and fetch them with speed,
The Old Woman of Berkeley said,
The monk..."></div>
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