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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341921" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Song in Time of Order. 1852</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">PUSH hard across the sand,<br>For the salt wind gathers breath;<br>Shoulder and wrist and hand,<br>Push hard as the push of death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wind is as iron that rings,<br>The foam-heads loosen and flee;<br>It swells and welters and swings,<br>The pulse of the tide of the sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And up on the yellow cliff<br>The long corn flickers and shakes;<br>Push, for the wind holds stiff,<br>And the gunwale dips and rakes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Good hap to the fresh fierce weather,<br>The quiver and beat of the sea!<br>While three men hold together,<br>The kingdoms are less by three.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Out to the sea with her there,<br>Out with her over the sand;<br>Let the kings keep the earth for their share!<br>We have done with the sharers of land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They have tied the world in a tether,<br>They have bought over God with a fee;<br>While three men hold together,<br>The kingdoms are less by three.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We have done with the kisses that sting,<br>The thief’s mouth red from the feast,<br>The blood on the hands of the king<br>And the lie at the lips of the priest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Will they tie the winds in a tether,<br>Put a bit in the jaws of the sea?<br>While three men hold together,<br>The kingdoms are less by three.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let our flag run out straight in the wind!<br>The old red shall be floated again<br>When the ranks that are thin shall be thinned,<br>When the names that were twenty are ten;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the devil’s riddle is mastered<br>And the galley-bench creaks with a Pope,<br>We shall see Buonaparte the bastard<br>Kick heels with his throat in a rope.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While the shepherd sets wolves on his sheep<br>And the emperor halters his kine,<br>While Shame is a watchman asleep<br>And Faith is a keeper of swine,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let the wind shake our flag like a feather,<br>Like the plumes of the foam of the sea!<br>While three men hold together,<br>The kingdoms are less by three.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All the world has its burdens to bear,<br>From Cayenne to the Austrian whips;<br>Forth, with the rain in our hair<br>And the salt sweet foam in our lips;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the teeth of the hard glad weather,<br>In the blown wet face of the sea;<br>While three men hold together,<br>The kingdoms are less by three.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Algernon+Charles+Swinburne">Algernon Charles Swinburne</a><div class=q>
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For the salt wind gathers breath;
Shoulder and wrist and hand,
Push hard as the push of death.

The wind is as iron that rings,
The foam-heads loosen and flee;
It swells and welters and swings,
The pulse of the tide of t..."></div>
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