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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538324" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ode--Shell the Old City! Shell!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.<br>Shell the old city I shell!<br>Ye myrmidons of Hell;<br>Ye serve your master well,<br>With hellish arts!<br>Hurl down, with bolt and fire,<br>The grand old shrines, the spire;<br>But know, your demon ire<br>Subdues no hearts!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There, we defy ye still,<br>With sworn and resolute will;<br>Courage ye cannot kill<br>While we have breath!<br>Stone walls your bolts may break,<br>But, ere our souls ye shake,<br>Of the whole land we'll make<br>One realm of death!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear are our homes! our eyes<br>Weep at their sacrifice;<br>And, with each bolt that flies,<br>Each roof that falls,<br>The pang extorts the tear,<br>That things so precious, dear<br>To memory, love, and care,<br>Sink with our walls.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Trophies of ancient time,<br>When, with great souls, sublime,<br>Opposing force and crime,<br>Our fathers fought;<br>Relics of golden hours,<br>When, for our shrines and bowers,<br>Genius, with magic powers,<br>Her triumphs wrought!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">V.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each Sabbath-hallowed dome,<br>Each ancient family home,<br>The dear old southwest room,<br>All trellised round;<br>Where gay, bright summer vines,<br>Linked in fantastic twines<br>With the sun's blazing lines,<br>Rubied the ground!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VI.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Homes, sacred to the past,<br>Which bore the hostile blast,<br>Though Spain, France, Britain cast<br>Their shot and shell!<br>Tombs of the mighty dead,<br>That in our battles bled,<br>When on our infant head<br>These furies fell!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VII.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Halls which the foreign guest<br>Found of each charm possessed,<br>With cheer unstinted blessed,<br>And noblest grace;<br>Where, drawing to her side<br>The stranger, far and wide,<br>Frank courtesy took pride<br>To give him place!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VIII.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The shaded walks--the bowers<br>Where, through long summer hours,<br>Young Love first proved his powers<br>To win the prize;<br>Where every tree has heard<br>Some vows of love preferred,<br>And, with his leaves unstirred,<br>Watch'd lips and eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IX.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gardens of tropic blooms,<br>That, through the shaded rooms,<br>Sent Orient-winged perfumes<br>With dusk and dawn;<br>The grand old laurel, tall,<br>As sovereign over all,<br>And, from the porch and hall,<br>The verdant lawn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">X.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! when we think of these<br>Old homes, ancestral trees;<br>Where, in the sun and breeze,<br>At morn and even,<br>Was to enjoy the play<br>Of hearts at holiday,<br>And find, in blooms of May,<br>Foretaste of Heaven!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XI.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where, as we cast our eyes<br>On thing's of precious prize,<br>Trophies of good and wise,<br>Grand, noble, brave;<br>And think of these, so late<br>Sacred to soul and state,<br>Doomed, as the wreck of fate,<br>By fiend and slave!--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XII.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The inevitable pain,<br>Coursing through blood and brain,<br>Drives forth, like winter rain,<br>The bitter tear!<br>We cannot help but weep,<br>From depth of hearts that keep<br>The memories, dread and deep.<br>To vengeance dear!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XIII.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Aye, for each tear we shed,<br>There shall be torrents red,<br>Not from the eye-founts fed,<br>But from the veins!<br>Bloody shall be the sweat,<br>Fiends, felons, that shall yet<br>Pay retribution's debt,<br>In torture's pains!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XIV.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our tears shall naught abate,<br>Of what we owe to hate--<br>To the avenging fate--<br>To earth and Heaven!<br>And, soon or late, the hour<br>Shall bring th' atoning power,<br>When, through the clouds that lower,<br>The storm-bolt's driven!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XV.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shell the old city--shell!<br>But, with each rooftree's knell,<br>Vows deep of vengeance fell,<br>Fire soul and eye!<br>With every tear that falls<br>Above our stricken walls<br>Each heart more fiercely calls,<br>'Avenge, or die!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Gilmore+Simms">William Gilmore Simms</a><div class=q>
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Shell the old city I shell!
Ye myrmidons of Hell;
Ye serve your master well,
With hellish arts!
Hurl down, with bolt and fire,
The grand old shrines, the spire;
But know, your demon ire
Subdues no hearts!

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There, we defy ye still,
With swo..."></div>
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