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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536913" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The French Revolution (excerpt)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thee the ancientest peer, Duke of Burgundy, rose from the monarch's right hand, red as wines<br> From his mountains; an odor of war, like a ripe vineyard, rose from his garments,<br> And the chamber became as a clouded sky; o'er the council he stretch'd his red limbs,<br> Cloth'd in flames of crimson; as a ripe vineyard stretches over sheaves of corn,<br>The fierce Duke hung over the council; around him crowd, weeping in his burning robe,<br> A bright cloud of infant souls; his words fall like purple autumn on the sheaves:<br> 'Shall this marble built heaven become a clay cottage, this earth an oak stool and these mowers<br> From the Atlantic mountains mow down all this great starry harvest of six thousand years?<br>92 And shall Necker, the hind of Geneva, stretch out his crook'd sickle o'er fertile France<br>93 Till our purple and crimson is faded to russet, and the kingdoms of earth bound in sheaves,<br>94 And the ancient forests of chivalry hewn, and the joys of the combat burnt for fuel;<br>95 Till the power and dominion is rent from the pole, sword and sceptre from sun and moon,<br>96 The law and gospel from fire and air, and eternal reason and science<br>97 From the deep and the solid, and man lay his faded head down on the rock<br>98 Of eternity, where the eternal lion and eagle remain to devour?<br>99 This to prevent--urg'd by cries in day, and prophetic dreams hovering in night,<br>100 To enrich the lean earth that craves, furrow'd with plows, whose seed is departing from her--<br>101 Thy nobles have gather'd thy starry hosts round this rebellious city,<br>102 To rouze up the ancient forests of Europe, with clarions of cloud breathing war,<br>103 To hear the horse neigh to the drum and trumpet, and the trumpet and war shout reply.<br>104 Stretch the hand that beckons the eagles of heaven; they cry over Paris, and wait<br>105 Till Fayette point his finger to Versailles; the eagles of heaven must have their prey!'<br>106 He ceas'd, and burn'd silent; red clouds roll round Necker; a weeping is heard o'er the palace.<br>107 Like a dark cloud Necker paus'd, and like thunder on the just man's burial day he paus'd;<br>108 Silent sit the winds, silent the meadows, while the husbandman and woman of weakness<br>109 And bright children look after him into the grave, and water his clay with love,<br>110 Then turn towards pensive fields; so Necker paus'd, and his visage was covered with clouds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">111 The King lean'd on his mountains, then lifted his head and look'd on his armies, that shone<br>112 Through heaven, tinging morning with beams of blood; then turning to Burgundy, troubled:<br>113 'Burgundy, thou wast born a lion! My soul is o'ergrown with distress.<br>114 For the nobles of France, and dark mists roll round me and blot the writing of God<br>115 Written in my bosom. Necker rise! leave the kingdom, thy life is surrounded with snares.<br>116 We have call'd an Assembly, but not to destroy; we have given gifts, not to the weak;<br>117 I hear rushing of muskets, and bright'ning of swords, and visages redd'ning with war,<br>118 Frowning and looking up from brooding villages and every dark'ning city.<br>119 Ancient wonders frown over the kingdom, and cries of women and babes are heard,<br>120 And tempests of doubt roll around me, and fierce sorrows, because of the nobles of France.<br>121 Depart! answer not! for the tempest must fall, as in years that are passed away.'<br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A wholly owned subsidiary of eMule.com . Privacy Policy . AD</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Blake">William Blake</a><div class=q>
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