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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508105" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Rose</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nay EDITH! spare the rose!--it lives--it lives,<br>It feels the noon-tide sun, and drinks refresh'd<br>The dews of night; let not thy gentle hand<br>Tear sunder its life-fibres and destroy<br>The sense of being!--why that infidel smile?<br>Come, I will bribe thee to be merciful,<br>And thou shall have a tale of other times,<br>For I am skill'd in legendary lore,<br>So thou wilt let it live. There was a time<br>Ere this, the freshest sweetest flower that blooms,<br>Bedeck'd the bowers of earth. Thou hast not heard<br>How first by miracle its fragrant leaves<br>Spread to the sun their blushing loveliness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There dwelt at Bethlehem a Jewish maid<br>And Zillah was her name, so passing fair<br>That all Judea spake the damsel's praise.<br>He who had seen her eyes' dark radiance<br>How quick it spake the soul, and what a soul<br>Beam'd in its mild effulgence, woe was he!<br>For not in solitude, for not in crowds,<br>Might he escape remembrance, or avoid<br>Her imaged form that followed every where,<br>And fill'd the heart, and fix'd the absent eye.<br>Woe was he, for her bosom own'd no love<br>Save the strong ardours of religious zeal,<br>For Zillah on her God had centered all<br>Her spirit's deep affections. So for her<br>Her tribes-men sigh'd in vain, yet reverenced<br>The obdurate virtue that destroyed their hopes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One man there was, a vain and wretched man,<br>Who saw, desired, despair'd, and hated her.<br>His sensual eye had gloated on her cheek<br>Even till the flush of angry modesty<br>Gave it new charms, and made him gloat the more.<br>She loath'd the man, for Hamuel's eye was bold,<br>And the strong workings of brute selfishness<br>Had moulded his broad features; and she fear'd<br>The bitterness of wounded vanity<br>That with a fiendish hue would overcast<br>His faint and lying smile. Nor vain her fear,<br>For Hamuel vowed revenge and laid a plot<br>Against her virgin fame. He spread abroad<br>Whispers that travel fast, and ill reports<br>That soon obtain belief; that Zillah's eye<br>When in the temple heaven-ward it was rais'd<br>Did swim with rapturous zeal, but there were those<br>Who had beheld the enthusiast's melting glance<br>With other feelings fill'd; that 'twas a task<br>Of easy sort to play the saint by day<br>Before the public eye, but that all eyes<br>Were closed at night; that Zillah's life was foul,<br>Yea forfeit to the law.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shame--shame to man<br>That he should trust so easily the tongue<br>That stabs another's fame! the ill report<br>Was heard, repeated, and believed,--and soon,<br>For Hamuel by most damned artifice<br>Produced such semblances of guilt, the Maid<br>Was judged to shameful death.<br>Without the walls<br>There was a barren field; a place abhorr'd,<br>For it was there where wretched criminals<br>Were done to die; and there they built the stake,<br>And piled the fuel round, that should consume<br>The accused Maid, abandon'd, as it seem'd,<br>By God and man. The assembled Bethlemites<br>Beheld the scene, and when they saw the Maid<br>Bound to the stake, with what calm holiness<br>She lifted up her patient looks to Heaven,<br>They doubted of her guilt. With other thoughts<br>Stood Hamuel near the pile, him savage joy<br>Led thitherward, but now within his heart<br>Unwonted feelings stirr'd, and the first pangs<br>Of wakening guilt, anticipating Hell.<br>The eye of Zillah as it glanced around<br>Fell on the murderer once, but not in wrath;<br>And therefore like a dagger it had fallen,<br>Had struck into his soul a cureless wound.<br>Conscience! thou God within us! not in the hour<br>Of triumph, dost thou spare the guilty wretch,<br>Not in the hour of infamy and death<br>Forsake the virtuous! they draw near the stake--<br>And lo! the torch! hold hold your erring hands!<br>Yet quench the rising flames!--they rise! they spread!<br>They reach the suffering Maid! oh God protect<br>The innocent one!<br>They rose, they spread, they raged--<br>The breath of God went forth; the ascending fire<br>Beneath its influence bent, and all its flames<br>In one long lightning flash collecting fierce,<br>Darted and blasted Hamuel--him alone.<br>Hark--what a fearful scream the multitude<br>Pour forth!--and yet more miracles! the stake<br>Buds out, and spreads its light green leaves and bowers<br>The innocent Maid, and roses bloom around,<br>Now first beheld since Paradise was lost,<br>And fill with Eden odours all the air.</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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It feels the noon-tide sun, and drinks refresh'd
The dews of night; let not thy gentle hand
Tear sunder its life-fibres and destroy
The sense of being!--why that infidel smile?
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