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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529228" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Love And Madness</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hark ! from the battlements of yonder tower<br>The solemn bell has tolled the midnight hour !<br>Roused from drear visions of distempered sleep,<br>Poor Broderick wakes—in solitude to weep !</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> &quot;Cease, Memory; cease (the friendless mourner cried)<br>To probe the bosom too severely tried !<br>Oh ! ever cease, my pensive thoughts, to stray<br>Through tie bright fields of Fortune's better day,<br>When youthful Hope, the music of the mind,<br>Tuned all its charms, and Errington was kind !</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Yet, can I cease, while glows this trembling frame,<br>In sighs to speak thy melancholy name !<br>I hear thy spirit wail in every storm !<br>In midniglit shades I view thy passing form !<br>Pale as in that sad hour when doomed to feel !<br>Deep in thy perjured heart, the bloody steel !</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Demons of Vengeance ! ye, at whose command<br>I grasped the sword with more than woman's hand<br>Say ye, did Pity's trembling voice control,<br>Or horror damp the purpose of my soul ? <br>No ! my wild heart sat smiling o'er the plan,<br>'Till Hate fulfilled what baffled love began !</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Yes ; let the clay-cold breast that never knew <br>One tender pang to generous nature true,<br>Half-mingling pity with the gall of scorn,<br>Condemn this heart, that bled in love forlorn !</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And ye, proud fair, whose soul no gladness warms,<br>Save Rapture's homage to your conscious charms !<br>Delighted idols of a gaudy train,<br>Ill can your blunter feelings guess the pain,<br>When the fond, faithful heart, inspired to prove<br>Friendship refined, the calm delight of Love,<br>Feels all its tender strings with anguish torn,<br>And bleeds at perjured Pride's inhuman scorn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Say, then, did pitying Heaven condemn the deed,<br>When Vengeance bade thee, faithless lover! bleed ?<br>Long had I watched thy dark foreboding brow,<br>What time thy bosom scorned its dearest vow !<br>Sad, though I wept the friend, the lover changed,<br>Still thy cold look was scornful and estranged,<br>Till from thy pity, love, and shelter thrown,<br>I wandered hopeless, friendless, and alone !</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Oh ! righteous Heaven ! 't was then my tortured soul<br>First gave to wrath unlimited control !<br>Adieu the silent look ! the streaming eye !<br>The murmured plaint ! the deep heart-heaving sigh !<br>Long-slumbering Vengeance wakes to better deeds ;<br>He shrieks, he falls, the perjured lover bleeds !<br>Now the last laugh of agony is o'er,<br>And pale in blood he sleeps, to wake no more !</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> 'T is done ! the flame of hate no longer burns :<br>Nature relents, but, ah! too late returns!<br>Why does my soul this gush of fondness feel ?<br>Trembling and faint, I drop the guilty steel !<br>Cold on my heart the hand of terror lies,<br>And shades of horror close my languid eyes !</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Oh ! 't was a deed of Murder's deepest grain !<br>Could Broderick's soul so true to wrath remain ?<br>A friend long true, a once fond lover fell ?<br>Where Love was fostered could not Pity dwell ?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Unhappy youth ! while you pale cresscent glows<br>To watch on silent Nature's deep repose,<br>Thy sleepless spirit, breathing from the tomb ,<br>Foretells my fate, and summons me to come !<br>Once more I see thy sheeted spectre stand ,<br>Roll the dim eye, and wave the paly hand !</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Soon may this fluttering spark of vital flame<br>Forsake its languid melancholy frame !<br>Soon may these eyes their trembling lustre close,<br>Welcome the dreamless night of long repose !<br>Soon may this woe-worn spirit seek the bourne<br>Where, lulled to slumber, Grief forgets to mourn !&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Campbell">Thomas Campbell</a><div class=q>
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The solemn bell has tolled the midnight hour !
Roused from drear visions of distempered sleep,
Poor Broderick wakes—in solitude to weep !

 &quot;Cease, Memory; cease (the friendless mourner cried)
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