<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341848" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Lost Battle</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is not over yet-the fight<br>Where those immortal dreamers failed.<br>They stormed the citadels of night,<br>And the night praised them-and prevailed.<br>So long ago the cause was lost<br>We scarce distinguish friend from foe;<br>But-if the dead can help it most-<br>The armies of the dead will grow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The world has all our banners now,<br>And filched our watchwords for its own.<br>The world has crowned the ' rebel's ' brow<br>And millions crowd his lordly throne.<br>The masks have altered. Names are names.<br>They praise the 'truth' that is not true.<br>The ' rebel' that the world acclaims<br>Is not the rebel Shelley knew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We may not build that Commonweal,<br>We may not reach the goal we set;<br>But there's a flag they dare not steal.<br>Forward! It is not over yet.<br>We shall be dust and under dust,<br>Before we end that ancient wrong;<br>But there's a sword that cannot rust,<br>And where's the death can touch a song?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, when our bodies rot in earth,<br>The singing souls that once were ours,<br>Weaponed with light and helmed with mirth,<br>Shall front the kingdoms and the powers.<br>The ancient lie is on its throne,<br>And half the living still forget;<br>But, since the dead are all our own,<br>Courage, it is not over yet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alfred+Noyes">Alfred Noyes</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=341848" data-title="The Lost Battle de Alfred Noyes" data-description="It is not over yet-the fight Where those immortal dreamers failed. They stormed the citadels of night, And the night praised them-and prevailed. So long ago the cause was lost We scarce distinguish friend from foe; But-if the dead can help it most..."></div> </div> </div>

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