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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539275" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Elegy XXII. Written in the Year ----, When the Rights of Sepulture Were So Frequently Violated</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Say, gentle Sleep! that lov'st the gloom of night,<br>Parent of dreams! thou great Magician! say,<br>Whence my late vision thus endures the light,<br>Thus haunts my fancy through the glare of day?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The silent moon had scaled the vaulted skies,<br>And anxious Care resign'd my limbs to rest;<br>A sudden lustre struck my wondering eyes,<br>And Silvia stood before my couch confest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! not the nymph so blooming and so gay,<br>That led the dance beneath the festive shade,<br>But she that, in the morning of her day,<br>Entomb'd beneath the grass-green sod was laid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No more her eyes their wonted radiance cast,<br>No more her breast inspired the lover's flame;<br>No more her cheek the PÃ¦stan rose surpass'd,<br>Yet seem'd her lip's ethereal smile the same.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor such her hair as deck'd the living face,<br>Nor such her voice as charm'd the listening crowd;<br>Nor such her dress as heighten'd every grace;<br>Alas! all vanish'd for the mournful shroud!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet seem'd her lip's ethereal charm the same;<br>That dear distinction every doubt removed;<br>Perish the lover, whose imperfect flame<br>Forgets one feature of the nymph he loved!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Damon,' she said, 'mine hour allotted flies;<br>Oh! do not waste it with a fruitless tear!<br>Though grieved to see thy Sylvia's pale disguise,<br>Suspend thy sorrow, and attentive hear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'So may thy Muse with virtuous fame be blest!<br>So be thy love with mutual love repaid!<br>So may thy bones in sacred silence rest!<br>Fast by the relics of some happier maid!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Thou know'st how, lingering on a distant shore,<br>Disease invidious nipt my flowery prime;<br>And, oh, what pangs my tender bosom tore,<br>To think I ne'er must view my native clime!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'No friend was near to raise my drooping head;<br>No dear companion wept to see me die;<br>Lodge me within my native soil, I said,<br>There my fond parents' honour'd relics lie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Though now debarr'd of each domestic tear,<br>Unknown, forgot, I meet the fatal blow;<br>There many a friend shall grace my woful bier,<br>And many a sigh shall rise, and tear shall flow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I spoke, nor Fate forbore his trembling spoil;<br>Some venal mourner lent his careless aid,<br>And soon they bore me to my native soil,<br>Where my fond parents' dear remains were laid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">''Twas then the youths, from every plain and grove,<br>Adorn'd with mournful verse thy Sylvia's bier;<br>'Twas then the nymphs their votive garlands wove,<br>And strew'd the fragrance of the youthful year.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But why, alas! the tender scene display?<br>Could Damon's foot the pious path decline?<br>Ah, no! 'twas Damon first attuned his lay,<br>And sure no sonnet was so dear as thine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Thus was I bosom'd in the peaceful grave;<br>My placid ghost no longer wept its doom;<br>When savage robbers every sanction brave,<br>And with outrageous guilt defraud the tomb!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Shall my poor corse, from hostile realms convey'd,<br>Lose the cheap portion of my native sands?<br>Or, in my kindred's dear embraces laid,<br>Mourn the vile ravage of barbarian hands?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Say, would thy breast no deathlike torture feel,<br>To see my limbs the felon's gripe obey?<br>To see them gash'd beneath the daring steel?<br>To crowds a spectre, and to dogs a prey?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'If PÃ¦an's Sons these horrid rites require,<br>If Health's fair science be by these refined,<br>Let guilty convicts, for their use, expire,<br>And let their breathless corse avail mankind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Yet hard it seems, when Guilt's last fine is paid,<br>To see the victim's corse denied repose;<br>Now, more severe, the poor offenceless maid<br>Dreads the dire outrage of inhuman foes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Where is the faith of ancient Pagans fled?<br>Where the fond care the wand'ring Manes claim?<br>Nature, instinctive, cries, Protect the dead,<br>And sacred be their ashes, and their fame!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Arise, dear Youth! even now the danger calls;<br>Even now the villain snuffs his wonted prey;<br>See! see!I lead thee to yon sacred walls-<br>Oh! fly to chase these human wolves away.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Shenstone">William Shenstone</a><div class=q>
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