<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341770" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Princess: A Medley: Our Enemies have Fall'n</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our enemies have fall'n, have fall'n: the seed,<br> The little seed they laugh'd at in the dark,<br> Has risen and cleft the soil, and grown a bulk<br> Of spanless girth, that lays on every side<br> A thousand arms and rushes to the Sun.<br> Our enemies have fall'n, have fall'n: they came;<br> The leaves were wet with women's tears: they heard<br> A noise of songs they would not understand:<br> They mark'd it with the red cross to the fall,<br> And would have strown it, and are fall'n themselves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Our enemies have fall'n, have fall'n: they came,<br> The woodmen with their axes: lo the tree!<br> But we will make it faggots for the hearth,<br> And shape it plank and beam for roof and floor,<br> And boats and bridges for the use of men.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Our enemies have fall'n, have fall'n: they struck;<br> With their own blows they hurt themselves, nor knew<br> There dwelt an iron nature in the grain:<br> The glittering axe was broken in their arms,<br> Their arms were shatter'd to the shoulder blade.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Our enemies have fall'n, but this shall grow<br> A night of Summer from the heat, a breadth<br> Of Autumn, dropping fruits of power; and roll'd<br> With music in the growing breeze of Time,<br> The tops shall strike from star to star, the fangs<br> Shall move the stony bases of the world.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alfred+Lord+Tennyson">Alfred Lord Tennyson</a><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=341770" data-title="The Princess: A Medley: Our Enemies have Fall'n de Alfred Lord Tennyson" data-description="Our enemies have fall'n, have fall'n: the seed, The little seed they laugh'd at in the dark, Has risen and cleft the soil, and grown a bulk Of spanless girth, that lays on every side A thousand arms and rushes to the Sun. Our enemies have fal..."></div> </div> </div>

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