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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116672" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ode for General Washington's Birthday</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">No Spartan tube, no Attic shell,<br>No lyre Aeolian I awake;<br>'Tis liberty's bold note I swell,<br>Thy harp, Columbia, let me take!<br>See gathering thousands, while I sing,<br>A broken chain exulting bring,<br>And dash it in a tyrant's face,<br>And dare him to his very beard,<br>And tell him he no more is feared-<br>No more the despot of Columbia's race!<br>A tyrant's proudest insults brav'd,<br>They shout-a People freed! They hail an Empire saved.<br>Where is man's god-like form?<br>Where is that brow erect and bold-<br>That eye that can unmov'd behold<br>The wildest rage, the loudest storm<br>That e'er created fury dared to raise?<br>Avaunt! thou caitiff, servile, base,<br>That tremblest at a despot's nod,<br>Yet, crouching under the iron rod,<br>Canst laud the hand that struck th' insulting blow!<br>Art thou of man's Imperial line?<br>Dost boast that countenance divine?<br>Each skulking feature answers, No!<br>But come, ye sons of Liberty,<br>Columbia's offspring, brave as free,<br>In danger's hour still flaming in the van,<br>Ye know, and dare maintain, the Royalty of Man!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alfred! on thy starry throne,<br>Surrounded by the tuneful choir,<br>The bards that erst have struck the patriot lyre,<br>And rous'd the freeborn Briton's soul of fire,<br>No more thy England own!<br>Dare injured nations form the great design,<br>To make detested tyrants bleed?<br>Thy England execrates the glorious deed!<br>Beneath her hostile banners waving,<br>Every pang of honour braving,<br>England in thunder calls, "The tyrant's cause is mine!"<br>That hour accurst how did the fiends rejoice<br>And hell, thro' all her confines, raise the exulting voice,<br>That hour which saw the generous English name<br>Linkt with such damned deeds of everlasting shame!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thee, Caledonia! thy wild heaths among,<br>Fam'd for the martial deed, the heaven-taught song,<br>To thee I turn with swimming eyes;<br>Where is that soul of Freedom fled?<br>Immingled with the mighty dead,<br>Beneath that hallow'd turf where Wallace lies<br>Hear it not, Wallace! in thy bed of death.<br>Ye babbling winds! in silence sweep,<br>Disturb not ye the hero's sleep,<br>Nor give the coward secret breath!<br>Is this the ancient Caledonian form,<br>Firm as the rock, resistless as the storm?<br>Show me that eye which shot immortal hate,<br>Blasting the despot's proudest bearing;<br>Show me that arm which, nerv'd with thundering fate,<br>Crush'd Usurpation's boldest daring!-<br>Dark-quench'd as yonder sinking star,<br>No more that glance lightens afar;<br>That palsied arm no more whirls on the waste of war.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Burns">Robert Burns</a><div class=q>
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