<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116251" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Patriot</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">AN OLD STORY</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was roses, roses, all the way,<br> With myrtle mixed in my path like mad:<br>The house-roofs seemed to heave and sway,<br> The church-spires flamed, such flags they had,<br>A year ago on this very day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The air broke into a mist with bells,<br> The old walls rocked with the crowd and cries.<br>Had I said, "Good folk, mere noise repels--<br> But give me your sun from yonder skies!"<br>They had answered, "And afterward, what else?"</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>III</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alack, it was I who leaped at the sun<br> To give it my loving friends to keep!<br>Nought man could do, have I left undone:<br> And you see my harvest, what I reap<br>This very day, now a year is run.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>IV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's nobody on the house-tops now--<br> Just a palsied few at the windows set;<br>For the best of the sight is, all allow,<br> At the Shambles' Gate--or, better yet,<br>By the very scaffold's foot, I trow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>V</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I go in the rain, and, more than needs,<br> A rope cuts both my wrists behind;<br>And I think, by the feel, my forehead bleeds,<br> For they fling, whoever has a mind,<br>Stones at me for my year's misdeeds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>VI</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus I entered, and thus I go!<br> In triumphs, people have dropped down dead.<br>"Paid by the world, what dost thou owe<br> Me?"--God might question; now instead,<br>'Tis God shall repay: I am safer so.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Browning">Robert Browning</a> from <i>Men and Women</i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116251" data-title="The Patriot de Robert Browning" data-description="AN OLD STORY/I/It was roses, roses, all the way,/ With myrtle mixed in my path like mad:/The house-roofs seemed to heave and sway,/ The church-spires flamed, such flags they had,/A year ago on this very day.//II/The air broke into a mist with bell..."></div> </div> </div>

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