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In Shakespearean tragedy the main source of the convulsion which produces suffering and death is never good: good contributes to this convulsion only from its tragic implication with its opposite in one and the same character.

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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt. Canto IV.

I.
I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs;
A palace and a prison on each hand:
I saw from out the wave her structures rise
As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand:
A thousand years their cloudy wings expand
Around me, and a dying Glory smiles
O'er the far times, when many a subject land
Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles,
Where Venice sate in state, thron'd on her hundred isles!

II.
She looks a sea Cybele, fresh from ocean,
Rising with her tiara of proud towers
At airy distance, with majestic motion,
A ruler of the waters and their powers:
And such she was; her daughters had their dowers
From spoils of nations, and the exhaustless East
Pour'd in her lap all gems in sparkling showers.
In purple was she rob'd, and of her feast

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poem by Byron
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Canto the Fourth

I.

I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs;
A palace and a prison on each hand:
I saw from out the wave her structures rise
As from the stroke of the enchanter’s wand:
A thousand years their cloudy wings expand
Around me, and a dying glory smiles
O’er the far times when many a subject land
Looked to the wingèd Lion’s marble piles,
Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles!

II.

She looks a sea Cybele, fresh from ocean,
Rising with her tiara of proud towers
At airy distance, with majestic motion,
A ruler of the waters and their powers:
And such she was; her daughters had their dowers
From spoils of nations, and the exhaustless East

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poem by Byron from Childe Harold's Pilgrimage (1818)
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You Meet The Tempest Headon

do not be a coward
meet the tempest
headon
have a collision
and get ready
with your
convulsion

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Our passions are like convulsion fits, which, though they make us stronger for a time, leave us the weaker ever after.

quote by Alexander Pope
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The question whether the long effort to put an end to war can succeed without another major convulsion challenges not only our minds but our sense of responsibility.

quote by Emily Greene Balch
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We have been through this is biennial convulsion four or five different times over the past 10 or 12 years, and now it appears that we are going through this quiet agony all over again.

quote by Everett Dirksen
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I like a look of Agony

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I like a look of Agony,
Because I know it's true—
Men do not sham Convulsion,
Nor simulate, a Throe—

The Eyes glaze once—and that is Death—
Impossible to feign
The Beads upon the Forehead
By homely Anguish strung.

poem by Emily Dickinson
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Convulsion

The water of your heart
Fleeced of stillness
Continues to shake
And creates waves
The jerk
You must born to taste

Consciousness
The burden of unborn
Feelings
The epicentre of restlessness
Bereft of the bliss
Of inanimate

The awareness
Of birth
Keep you
In restless motion
Haunting
Death is not respite either

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poem by Abdul Wahab
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Death of death

Death died death
A tragic death of unusual death

Cemetery moaned, howled and wept alone
Its tears all over the ground
Death! Its sole hunter and soul provider
Graveyard's convulsion of shame

As if death was new
Death was old had to die too
Nothing last forever

There was nothing new
Clouds gathered but never rained
No rain wanted to clean the blood on death
The unusual act of death
Even birds of the feather fights each other
Death died, all were dazed for death of death

poem by Jacques Sprenkie Mateya
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