<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341787" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>You Ask Me, Why, Tho' Ill at Ease</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You ask me, why, tho' ill at ease,<br> Within this region I subsist,<br> Whose spirits falter in the mist,<br> And languish for the purple seas.<br> It is the land that freemen till,<br> That sober-suited Freedom chose,<br> The land, where girt with friends or foes<br> A man may speak the thing he will;<br> A land of settled government,<br> A land of just and old renown,<br> Where Freedom slowly broadens down<br> From precedent to precedent:</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Where faction seldom gathers head,<br> But by degrees to fullness wrought,<br> The strength of some diffusive thought<br> Hath time and space to work and spread.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Should banded unions persecute<br> Opinion, and induce a time<br> When single thought is civil crime,<br> And individual freedom mute;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Tho' Power should make from land to land<br> The name of Britain trebly great--<br> Tho' every channel of the State<br> Should fill and choke with golden sand--</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Yet waft me from the harbour-mouth,<br> Wild wind! I seek a warmer sky,<br> And I will see before I die<br> The palms and temples of the South.</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=341787" data-title="You Ask Me, Why, Tho' Ill at Ease de Alfred Lord Tennyson" data-description="You ask me, why, tho' ill at ease, Within this region I subsist, Whose spirits falter in the mist, And languish for the purple seas. It is the land that freemen till, That sober-suited Freedom chose, The land, where girt with friends or foes..."></div> </div> </div>

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