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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529570" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>San Sebastian</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">With Thoughts of Sergeant M---- (Pensioner), who died 185-</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "WHY, Sergeant, stray on the Ivel Way,<br> As though at home there were spectres rife?<br> From first to last 'twas a proud career!<br> And your sunny years with a gracious wife<br> Have brought you a daughter dear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "I watched her to-day; a more comely maid,<br> As she danced in her muslin bowed with blue,<br> Round a Hintock maypole never gayed."<br> --"Aye, aye; I watched her this day, too,<br> As it happens," the Sergeant said.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "My daughter is now," he again began,<br> "Of just such an age as one I knew<br> When we of the Line, in the Foot-Guard van,<br> On an August morning--a chosen few--<br> Stormed San Sebastian.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "She's a score less three; so about was she--<br> The maiden I wronged in Peninsular days....<br> You may prate of your prowess in lusty times,<br> But as years gnaw inward you blink your bays,<br> And see too well your crimes!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "We'd stormed it at night, by the vlanker-light<br> Of burning towers, and the mortar's boom:<br> We'd topped the breach but had failed to stay,<br> For our files were misled by the baffling gloom;<br> And we said we'd storm by day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "So, out of the trenches, with features set,<br> On that hot, still morning, in measured pace,<br> Our column climbed; climbed higher yet,<br> Past the fauss'bray, scarp, up the curtain-face,<br> And along the parapet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "From the batteried hornwork the cannoneers<br> Hove crashing balls of iron fire;<br> On the shaking gap mount the volunteers<br> In files, and as they mount expire<br> Amid curses, groans, and cheers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "Five hours did we storm, five hours re-form,<br> As Death cooled those hot blood pricked on;<br> Till our cause was helped by a woe within;<br> They swayed from the summit we'd leapt upon,<br> And madly we entered in.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "On end for plunder, 'mid rain and thunder<br> That burst with the lull of our cannonade,<br> We vamped the streets in the stifling air--<br> Our hunger unsoothed, our thirst unstayed--<br> And ransacked the buildings there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "Down the stony steps of the house-fronts white<br> We rolled rich puncheons of Spanish grape,<br> Till at length, with the fire of the wine alight,<br> I saw at a doorway a fair fresh shape--<br> A woman, a sylph, or sprite.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "Afeard she fled, and with heated head<br> I pursued to the chamber she called her own;<br> --When might is right no qualms deter,<br> And having her helpless and alone<br> I wreaked my lust on her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "She raised her beseeching eyes to me,<br> And I heard the words of prayer she sent<br> In her own soft language.... Seemingly<br> I copied those eyes for my punishment<br> In begetting the girl you see!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "So, to-day I stand with a God-set brand<br> Like Cain's, when he wandered from kindred's ken....<br> I served through the war that made Europe free;<br> I wived me in peace-year. But, hid from men,<br> I bear that mark on me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "And I nightly stray on the Ivel Way<br> As though at home there were spectres rife;<br> I delight me not in my proud career;<br> And 'tis coals of fire that a gracious wife<br> Should have brought me a daughter dear!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Hardy">Thomas Hardy</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529570" data-title="San Sebastian de Thomas Hardy" data-description="With Thoughts of Sergeant M---- (Pensioner), who died 185- "WHY, Sergeant, stray on the Ivel Way, As though at home there were spectres rife? From first to last 'twas a proud career! And your sunny years with a gracious wife Have brough..."></div> </div> </div>
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