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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341436" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Pax Britannica</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Behind her rolling ramparts England lay,<br>Impregnable, and girt by cliff-built towers,<br>Weaving to peace and plenty, day by day,<br>The long-drawn hours.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In peace Spring freed her flocks and showered her grain,<br>Summer sate smiling under peaceful leaves,<br>And Autumn piled on the unwarlike wain<br>Her sickled sheaves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And white-winged keels flew fluttering to her shore,<br>Laden with Eastern bale or Southern fleece,<br>And from the fields of far-off labour bore<br>The spoils of Peace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, seeing Her within her waves so blest,<br>The jealous nations, panoplied alike,<br>Said, ``Look, She wears no armour on her breast:<br>What if we strike?''</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But She, of their base greed and armed array<br>Haughtily heedless, moated by her main,<br>Still across ocean ploughed her peaceful way<br>In strong disdain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then each to other muttered, ``Now at last<br>Her splendour shall be ours, and we shall slake<br>Our envy. She is pillowed on her Past,<br>And will not wake.''</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Slowly as stirs a lion from his bed,<br>Lengthens his limbs, and crisps his mane, She rose,<br>Then shook out all her strength, and, flashing, said,<br>``Where are my foes?''</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus to herself She did herself reveal,<br>Swiftly yet calmly put her armour on,<br>And, round her Empire sentinelled in steel,<br>Like morning shone!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From field and forge there thronged embattled hosts,<br>And that one struck the anvil, this the lyre,<br>And from the furnaces of war her coasts<br>Were fringed with fire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dazed and dismayed, they veiled their futile vow;<br>Some fain would be her friend, and some would nurse<br>Their hate till they could curb the might that now<br>They could but curse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But they who watch from where the west wind blows,<br>Since great themselves, proud that their kith are great,<br>Said, ``See what comes when England with her foes<br>Speaks at the gate!''</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then back to loom and share her people poured,<br>Chanting peace-paeans as they reaped and gleaned,<br>While, gazing worldward, on her undrawn sword<br>Watchful She leaned.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alfred+Austin">Alfred Austin</a><div class=q>
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Impregnable, and girt by cliff-built towers,
Weaving to peace and plenty, day by day,
The long-drawn hours.

In peace Spring freed her flocks and showered her grain,
Summer sate smiling under peaceful leave..."></div>
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