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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529802" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Bridge of Sighs</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">One more Unfortunate, <br> Weary of breath, <br>Rashly importunate, <br> Gone to her death! <br> <br>Take her up tenderly, <br> Lift her with care; <br>Fashion'd so slenderly <br> Young, and so fair! <br> <br>Look at her garments <br>Clinging like cerements; <br>Whilst the wave constantly <br> Drips from her clothing; <br>Take her up instantly, <br> Loving, not loathing. <br> <br>Touch her not scornfully; <br>Think of her mournfully, <br> Gently and humanly; <br>Not of the stains of her, <br>All that remains of her <br> Now is pure womanly. <br> <br>Make no deep scrutiny <br>Into her mutiny <br> Rash and undutiful: <br>Past all dishonour, <br>Death has left on her <br> Only the beautiful. <br> <br>Still, for all slips of hers, <br> One of Eve's family— <br>Wipe those poor lips of hers <br> Oozing so clammily. <br> <br>Loop up her tresses <br> Escaped from the comb, <br>Her fair auburn tresses; <br>Whilst wonderment guesses <br> Where was her home? <br> <br>Who was her father? <br> Who was her mother? <br>Had she a sister? <br> Had she a brother? <br>Or was there a dearer one <br>Still, and a nearer one <br> Yet, than all other? <br> <br>Alas! for the rarity <br>Of Christian charity <br> Under the sun! <br>O, it was pitiful! <br>Near a whole city full, <br> Home she had none. <br> <br>Sisterly, brotherly, <br>Fatherly, motherly <br> Feelings had changed: <br>Love, by harsh evidence, <br>Thrown from its eminence; <br>Even God's providence <br> Seeming estranged. <br> <br>Where the lamps quiver <br>So far in the river, <br> With many a light <br>From window and casement, <br>From garret to basement, <br>She stood, with amazement, <br> Houseless by night. <br> <br>The bleak wind of March <br> Made her tremble and shiver; <br>But not the dark arch, <br>Or the black flowing river: <br>Mad from life's history, <br>Glad to death's mystery, <br> Swift to be hurl'd— <br>Anywhere, anywhere <br> Out of the world! <br> <br>In she plunged boldly— <br>No matter how coldly <br> The rough river ran— <br>Over the brink of it, <br>Picture it—think of it, <br> Dissolute Man! <br>Lave in it, drink of it, <br> Then, if you can! <br> <br>Take her up tenderly, <br> Lift her with care; <br>Fashion'd so slenderly, <br> Young, and so fair! <br> <br>Ere her limbs frigidly <br>Stiffen too rigidly, <br> Decently, kindly, <br>Smooth and compose them; <br>And her eyes, close them, <br> Staring so blindly! <br> <br>Dreadfully staring <br> Thro' muddy impurity, <br>As when with the daring <br>Last look of despairing <br> Fix'd on futurity. <br> <br>Perishing gloomily, <br>Spurr'd by contumely, <br>Cold inhumanity, <br>Burning insanity, <br> Into her rest.— <br>Cross her hands humbly <br>As if praying dumbly, <br> Over her breast! <br> <br>Owning her weakness, <br> Her evil behaviour, <br>And leaving, with meekness, <br> Her sins to her Saviour!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Hood">Thomas Hood</a><div class=q>
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 Weary of breath, 
Rashly importunate, 
 Gone to her death! 
 
Take her up tenderly, 
 Lift her with care; 
Fashion'd so slenderly 
 Young, and so fair! 
 
Look at her garments 
Clinging like cerements; 
Whilst the wave cons..."></div>
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