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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519619" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Frederick and Alice</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Frederick leaves the land of France,<br>Homeward hastes his steps to measure,<br>Careless casts the parting glance<br>On the scene of former pleasure.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Joying in his prancing steed,<br>Keen to prove his untried blade,<br>Hope's gay dreams the soldier lead<br>Over mountain, moor, and glade.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Helpless, ruin'd, left forlorn,<br>Lovely Alice wept alone;<br>Mourn'd o'er love's fond contract torn,<br>Hope, and peace, and honour flown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mark her breast's convulsive throbs!<br>See, the tear of anguish flows!-<br>Mingling soon with bursting sobs,<br>Loud the laugh of frenzy rose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wild she cursed, and wild she pray'd;<br>Seven long days and nights are o'er;<br>Death in pity brought his aid,<br>As the village bell struck four.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Far from her, and far from France,<br>Faithless Frederick onward rides;<br>Marking, blithe, the morning's glance<br>Mantling o'er the mountain's sides.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Heard ye not the boding sound,<br>As the tongue of yonder tower,<br>Slowly, to the hills around,<br>Told the fourth, the fated hour?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Starts the steed, and snuffs the air,<br>Yet no cause of dread appears;<br>Bristles high the rider's hair, <br>Struck with strange mysterious fears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Desperate, as his terror rise,<br>In the steed the spur he hides;<br>From himself in vain he flies;<br>Anxious, restless, on he rides.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Seven long days, and seven long nights,<br>Wild he wander'd, woe the wile!<br>Ceaseless care, and causeless fright,<br>Urge his footsteps many a mile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dark the seventh sad night descends:<br>Rivers swell, and rain-streams pour;<br>While the deafening thunder lends<br>All the terrors of its roar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Weary, wet, and spent with toil,<br>Where his head shall Frederick hide?<br>Where, but in yon ruin'd aisle,<br>By the lightning's flash descried.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To the portal, dank and low,<br>Fast his steed the wanderer bound:<br>Down a ruin'd staircase slow, <br>Next his darkling way he wound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Long drear vaults before him lie!<br>Glimmering lights are seen to glide!-<br>'Blessed Mary, hear my cry!<br>Deign a sinner's steps to guide!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Often lost their quivering beam,<br>Still the lights move slow before,<br>Till they rest their ghastly gleam<br>Right against an iron door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thundering voices from within,<br>Mix'd with peals of laughter, rose;<br>As they fell, a solemn strain<br>Lent its wild and wondrous close!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Midst the din, he seem'd to hear<br>Voice of friends, by death removed;-<br>Well he knew that solemn air,<br>'Twas the lay that Alice loved.-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hark! for now a solemn knell<br>Four times on the still night broke;<br>Four times, at its deaden'd swell,<br>Echoes from the ruins spoke.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As the lengthen'd clangours die, <br>Slowly opes the iron door!<br>Straight a banquet met his eye,<br>But a funeral's form it wore!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Coffins for the seats extend;<br>All with black the board was spread;<br>Girt by parent, brother, friend,<br>Long since number'd with the dead!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alice, in her grave-clothes bound,<br>Ghastly smiling, points a seat;<br>All arose, with thundering sound;<br>All the expected stranger greet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">High their meagre arms they wave,<br>Wild their notes of welcome swell;-<br>'Welcome, traitor, to the grave!<br>Perjured, bid the light farewell!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sir+Walter+Scott">Sir Walter Scott</a><div class=q>
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Homeward hastes his steps to measure,
Careless casts the parting glance
On the scene of former pleasure.

Joying in his prancing steed,
Keen to prove his untried blade,
Hope's gay dreams the soldier lead
Over m..."></div>
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