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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341784" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To The Queen</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O loyal to the royal in thyself, <br>And loyal to thy land, as this to thee-- <br>Bear witness, that rememberable day, <br>When, pale as yet, and fever-worn, the Prince <br>Who scarce had plucked his flickering life again <br>From halfway down the shadow of the grave, <br>Past with thee through thy people and their love, <br>And London rolled one tide of joy through all <br>Her trebled millions, and loud leagues of man <br>And welcome! witness, too, the silent cry, <br>The prayer of many a race and creed, and clime-- <br>Thunderless lightnings striking under sea <br>From sunset and sunrise of all thy realm, <br>And that true North, whereof we lately heard <br>A strain to shame us 'keep you to yourselves; <br>So loyal is too costly! friends--your love <br>Is but a burthen: loose the bond, and go.' <br>Is this the tone of empire? here the faith <br>That made us rulers? this, indeed, her voice <br>And meaning, whom the roar of Hougoumont <br>Left mightiest of all peoples under heaven? <br>What shock has fooled her since, that she should speak <br>So feebly? wealthier--wealthier--hour by hour! <br>The voice of Britain, or a sinking land, <br>Some third-rate isle half-lost among her seas? <br>THERE rang her voice, when the full city pealed <br>Thee and thy Prince! The loyal to their crown <br>Are loyal to their own far sons, who love <br>Our ocean-empire with her boundless homes <br>For ever-broadening England, and her throne <br>In our vast Orient, and one isle, one isle, <br>That knows not her own greatness: if she knows <br>And dreads it we are fallen. --But thou, my Queen, <br>Not for itself, but through thy living love <br>For one to whom I made it o'er his grave <br>Sacred, accept this old imperfect tale, <br>New-old, and shadowing Sense at war with Soul, <br>Ideal manhood closed in real man, <br>Rather than that gray king, whose name, a ghost, <br>Streams like a cloud, man-shaped, from mountain peak, <br>And cleaves to cairn and cromlech still; or him <br>Of Geoffrey's book, or him of Malleor's, one <br>Touched by the adulterous finger of a time <br>That hovered between war and wantonness, <br>And crownings and dethronements: take withal <br>Thy poet's blessing, and his trust that Heaven <br>Will blow the tempest in the distance back <br>From thine and ours: for some are sacred, who mark, <br>Or wisely or unwisely, signs of storm, <br>Waverings of every vane with every wind, <br>And wordy trucklings to the transient hour, <br>And fierce or careless looseners of the faith, <br>And Softness breeding scorn of simple life, <br>Or Cowardice, the child of lust for gold, <br>Or Labour, with a groan and not a voice, <br>Or Art with poisonous honey stolen from France, <br>And that which knows, but careful for itself, <br>And that which knows not, ruling that which knows <br>To its own harm: the goal of this great world <br>Lies beyond sight: yet--if our slowly-grown <br>And crowned Republic's crowning common-sense, <br>That saved her many times, not fail--their fears <br>Are morning shadows huger than the shapes <br>That cast them, not those gloomier which forego <br>The darkness of that battle in the West, <br>Where all of high and holy dies away.</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>
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And loyal to thy land, as this to thee-- 
Bear witness, that rememberable day, 
When, pale as yet, and fever-worn, the Prince 
Who scarce had plucked his flickering life again 
From halfway down the shadow of the ..."></div>
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