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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539505" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Epode</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In earliest Grece to Thee with partial Choice, <br> The Grief-full Muse addrest her infant Tongue; <br>The Maids and Matrons, on her awful Voice, <br> Silent and pale in wild Amazement hung.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet he the Bard who first invok'd thy Name, <br> Disdain'd in Marathon its Pow'r to feel: <br>For not alone he nurs'd the Poet's flame, <br> But reach'd from Virtue's Hand the Patriot's Steel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But who is He whom later Garlands grace, <br> Who left a-while o'er Hybla's Dews to rove, <br>With trembling Eyes thy dreary Steps to trace, <br> Where Thou and Furies shar'd the baleful Grove?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wrapt in thy cloudy Veil th' Incestuous Queen <br> Sigh'd the sad Call her Son and Husband hear'd, <br>When once alone it broke the silent Scene, <br> And He the Wretch of Thebes no more appear'd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Fear, I know Thee by my throbbing Heart, <br> Thy with'ring Pow'r inspir'd each mournful Line, <br>Tho' gentle Pity claim her mingled Part, <br> Yet all the Thunders of the Scene are thine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Taylor+Collins">William Taylor Collins</a><div class=q>
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The Maids and Matrons, on her awful Voice, 
 Silent and pale in wild Amazement hung.

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