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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508052" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>God's Judgment on a Wicked Bishop</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The summer and autumn had been so wet,<br>That in winter the corn was growing yet,<br>'Twas a piteous sight to see all around<br>The grain lie rotting on the ground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Every day the starving poor<br>Crowded around Bishop Hatto's door,<br>For he had a plentiful last-year's store,<br>And all the neighbourhood could tell<br>His granaries were furnish'd well.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At last Bishop Hatto appointed a day<br>To quiet the poor without delay;<br>He bade them to his great Barn repair,<br>And they should have food for the winter there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rejoiced such tidings good to hear,<br>The poor folk flock'd from far and near;<br>The great barn was full as it could hold<br>Of women and children, and young and old.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then when he saw it could hold no more,<br>Bishop Hatto he made fast the door;<br>And while for mercy on Christ they call,<br>He set fire to the Barn and burnt them all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;I'faith 'tis an excellent bonfire!&quot; quoth he,<br>&quot;And the country is greatly obliged to me,<br>For ridding it in these times forlorn<br>Of Rats that only consume the corn.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So then to his palace returned he,<br>And he sat down to supper merrily,<br>And he slept that night like an innocent man;<br>But Bishop Hatto never slept again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the morning as he enter'd the hall<br>Where his picture hung against the wall,<br>A sweat like death all over him came,<br>For the Rats had eaten it out of the frame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As he look'd there came a man from his farm--<br>He had a countenance white with alarm;<br>&quot;My Lord, I open'd your granaries this morn,<br>And the Rats had eaten all your corn.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Another came running presently,<br>And he was pale as pale could be,<br>&quot;Fly! my Lord Bishop, fly,&quot; quoth he,<br>&quot;Ten thousand Rats are coming this way,...<br>The Lord forgive you for yesterday!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;I'll go to my tower on the Rhine,&quot; replied he,<br>&quot;'Tis the safest place in Germany;<br>The walls are high and the shores are steep,<br>And the stream is strong and the water deep.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bishop Hatto fearfully hasten'd away,<br>And he crost the Rhine without delay,<br>And reach'd his tower, and barr'd with care<br>All the windows, doors, and loop-holes there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He laid him down and closed his eyes;...<br>But soon a scream made him arise,<br>He started and saw two eyes of flame<br>On his pillow from whence the screaming came.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He listen'd and look'd;... it was only the Cat;<br>And the Bishop he grew more fearful for that,<br>For she sat screaming, mad with fear<br>At the Army of Rats that were drawing near.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For they have swum over the river so deep,<br>And they have climb'd the shores so steep,<br>And up the Tower their way is bent,<br>To do the work for which they were sent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They are not to be told by the dozen or score,<br>By thousands they come, and by myriads and more,<br>Such numbers had never been heard of before,<br>Such a judgment had never been witness'd of yore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Down on his knees the Bishop fell,<br>And faster and faster his beads did he tell,<br>As louder and louder drawing near<br>The gnawing of their teeth he could hear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And in at the windows and in at the door,<br>And through the walls helter-skelter they pour,<br>And down from the ceiling and up through the floor,<br>From the right and the left, from behind and before,<br>From within and without, from above and below,<br>And all at once to the Bishop they go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They have whetted their teeth against the stones,<br>And now they pick the Bishop's bones:<br>They gnaw'd the flesh from every limb,<br>For they were sent to do judgment on him!</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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'Twas a piteous sight to see all around
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Every day the starving poor
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