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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478342" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Tower Of Famine</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478342" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Amid the desolation of a city,<br>Which was the cradle, and is now the grave<br>Of an extinguished people,—so that Pity</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478342" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Weeps o’er the shipwrecks of Oblivion’s wave,<br>There stands the Tower of Famine. It is built<br>Upon some prison-homes, whose dwellers rave</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478342" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">For bread, and gold, and blood: Pain, linked to Guilt,<br>Agitates the light flame of their hours,<br>Until its vital oil is spent or spilt.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478342" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">There stands the pile, a tower amid the towers <br>And sacred domes; each marble-ribbed roof,<br>The brazen-gated temples, and the bowers</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478342" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Of solitary wealth,--the tempest-proof<br>Pavilions of the dark Italian air,--<br>Are by its presence dimmed--they stand aloof, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478342" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And are withdrawn—so that the world is bare;<br>As if a spectre wrapped in shapeless terror<br>Amid a company of ladies fair</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478342" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Should glide and glow, till it became a mirror<br>Of all their beauty, and their hair and hue,<br>The life of their sweet eyes, with all its error,<br>Should be absorbed, till they to marble grew.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Percy+Bysshe+Shelley">Percy Bysshe Shelley</a></strong></div>

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