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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536747" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Eviction</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In early morning twilight, raw and chill, <br>Damp vapours brooding on the barren hill, <br>Through miles of mire in steady grave array <br>Threescore well-arm'd police pursue their way; <br>Each tall and bearded man a rifle swings, <br>And under each greatcoat a bayonet clings: <br>The Sheriff on his sturdy cob astride <br>Talks with the chief, who marches by their side,<br>And, creeping on behind them, Paudeen Dhu <br>Pretends his needful duty much to rue. <br>Six big-boned labourers, clad in common freize,<br>Walk in the midst, the Sheriff's staunch allies; <br>Six crowbar men, from distant county brought, - <br>Orange, and glorying in their work, 'tis thought,<br>But wrongly,- churls of Catholics are they, <br>And merely hired at half a crown a day. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The hamlet clustering on its hill is seen, <br>A score of petty homesteads, dark and mean; <br>Poor always, not despairing until now; <br>Long used, as well as poverty knows how, <br>With life's oppressive trifles to contend. <br>This day will bring its history to an end. <br>Moveless and grim against the cottage walls<br>Lean a few silent men: but someone calls <br>Far off; and then a child 'without a stitch' <br>Runs out of doors, flies back with piercing screech,<br>And soon from house to house is heard the cry<br>Of female sorrow, swelling loud and high, <br>Which makes the men blaspheme between their teeth.<br>Meanwhile, o'er fence and watery field beneath,<br>The little army moves through drizzling rain; <br>A 'Crowbar' leads the Sheriff's nag; the lane<br>Is enter'd, and their plashing tramp draws near,<br>One instant, outcry holds its breath to hear<br>'Halt! ' - at the doors they form in double line, <br>And ranks of polish'd rifles wetly shine. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Sheriff's painful duty must be done; <br>He begs for quiet-and the work's begun. <br>The strong stand ready; now appear the rest, <br>Girl, matron, grandsire, baby on the breast, <br>And Rosy's thin face on a pallet borne; <br>A motley concourse, feeble and forlorn. <br>One old man, tears upon his wrinkled cheek, <br>Stands trembling on a threshold, tries to speak, <br>But, in defect of any word for this, <br>Mutely upon the doorpost prints a kiss, <br>Then passes out for ever. Through the crowd <br>The children run bewilder'd, wailing loud; <br>Where needed most, the men combine their aid; <br>And, last of all, is Oona forth convey'd, <br>Reclined in her accustom'd strawen chair, <br>Her aged eyelids closed, her thick white hair <br>Escaping from her cap; she feels the chill, <br>Looks round and murmurs, then again is still. <br>Now bring the remnants of each household fire; <br>On the wet ground the hissing coals expire; <br>And Paudeen Dhu, with meekly dismal face, <br>Receives the full possession of the place.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Allingham">William Allingham</a><div class=q>
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Damp vapours brooding on the barren hill, 
Through miles of mire in steady grave array 
Threescore well-arm'd police pursue their way; 
Each tall and bearded man a rifle swings, 
And under each greatcoat ..."></div>
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