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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508043" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Botany Bay Eclogues 05 - Frederic</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Time Night. Scene the woods.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Where shall I turn me? whither shall I bend<br>My weary way? thus worn with toil and faint<br>How thro' the thorny mazes of this wood<br>Attain my distant dwelling? that deep cry<br>That rings along the forest seems to sound<br>My parting knell: it is the midnight howl<br>Of hungry monsters prowling for their prey!<br>Again! oh save me--save me gracious Heaven!<br>I am not fit to die!<br>  Thou coward wretch<br>Why heaves thy trembling heart? why shake thy limbs<br>Beneath their palsied burden? is there ought<br>So lovely in existence? would'st thou drain<br>Even to its dregs the bitter draught of life?<br>Dash down the loathly bowl! poor outcast slave<br>Stamp'd with the brand of Vice and Infamy<br>Why should the villain Frederic shrink from Death?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Death! where the magic in that empty name<br>That chills my inmost heart? why at the thought<br>Starts the cold dew of fear on every limb?<br>There are no terrors to surround the Grave,<br>When the calm Mind collected in itself<br>Surveys that narrow house: the ghastly train<br>That haunt the midnight of delirious Guilt<br>Then vanish; in that home of endless rest<br>All sorrows cease.--Would I might slumber there!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why then this panting of the fearful heart?<br>This miser love of Life that dreads to lose<br>Its cherish'd torment? shall the diseased man<br>Yield up his members to the surgeon's knife,<br>Doubtful of succour, but to ease his frame<br>Of fleshly anguish, and the coward wretch,<br>Whose ulcered soul can know no human help<br>Shrink from the best Physician's certain aid?<br>Oh it were better far to lay me down<br>Here on this cold damp earth, till some wild beast<br>Seize on his willing victim!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  If to die<br>Were all, it were most sweet to rest my head<br>On the cold clod, and sleep the sleep of Death.<br>But if the Archangel's trump at the last hour<br>Startle the ear of Death and wake the soul<br>To frenzy!--dreams of infancy! fit tales<br>For garrulous beldames to affrighten babes!<br>I have been guilty, yet my mind can bear<br>The retrospect of guilt, yet in the hour<br>Of deep contrition to THE ETERNAL look<br>For mercy! for the child of Poverty,<br>And &quot;disinherited of happiness,&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What if I warr'd upon the world? the world<br>Had wrong'd me first: I had endur'd the ills<br>Of hard injustice; all this goodly earth<br>Was but to me one wild waste wilderness;<br>I had no share in Nature's patrimony,<br>Blasted were all my morning hopes of Youth,<br>Dark DISAPPOINTMENT follow'd on my ways,<br>CARE was my bosom inmate, and keen WANT<br>Gnaw'd at my heart. ETERNAL ONE thou know'st<br>How that poor heart even in the bitter hour<br>Of lewdest revelry has inly yearn'd<br>For peace!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> My FATHER! I will call on thee,<br>Pour to thy mercy seat my earnest prayer,<br>And wait thy peace in bowedness of soul.<br>Oh thoughts of comfort! how the afflicted heart,<br>Tired with the tempest of its passions, rests<br>On you with holy hope! the hollow howl<br>Of yonder harmless tenant of the woods<br>Bursts not with terror on the sober'd sense.<br>If I have sinn'd against mankind, on them<br>Be that past sin; they made me what I was.<br>In these extremest climes can Want no more<br>Urge to the deeds of darkness, and at length<br>Here shall I rest. What tho' my hut be poor--<br>The rains descend not thro' its humble roof:<br>Would I were there again! the night is cold;<br>And what if in my wanderings I should rouse<br>The savage from his thicket!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  Hark! the gun!<br>And lo--the fire of safety! I shall reach<br>My little hut again! again by toil<br>Force from the stubborn earth my sustenance,<br>And quick-ear'd guilt will never start alarm'd<br>Amid the well-earn'd meal. This felon's garb--<br>Will it not shield me from the winds of Heaven?<br>And what could purple more? Oh strengthen me<br>Eternal One in this serener state!<br>Cleanse thou mine heart, so PENITENCE and FAITH<br>Shall heal my soul and my last days be peace.</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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Where shall I turn me? whither shall I bend
My weary way? thus worn with toil and faint
How thro' the thorny mazes of this wood
Attain my distant dwelling? that deep cry
That rings along the forest seems to sound
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