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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341931" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Appeal</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Art thou indeed among these,<br>Thou of the tyrannous crew,<br>The kingdoms fed upon blood,<br>O queen from of old of the seas,<br>England, art thou of them too<br>That drink of the poisonous flood,<br>That hide under poisonous trees?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nay, thy name from of old,<br>Mother, was pure, or we dreamed<br>Purer we held thee than this,<br>Purer fain would we hold;<br>So goodly a glory it seemed,<br>A fame so bounteous of bliss,<br>So more precious than gold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A praise so sweet in our ears,<br>That thou in the tempest of things<br>As a rock for a refuge shouldst stand,<br>In the bloodred river of tears<br>Poured forth for the triumph of kings;<br>A safeguard, a sheltering land,<br>In the thunder and torrent of years.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Strangers came gladly to thee,<br>Exiles, chosen of men,<br>Safe for thy sake in thy shade,<br>Sat down at thy feet and were free.<br>So men spake of thee then;<br>Now shall their speaking be stayed?<br>Ah, so let it not be!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Not for revenge or affright,<br>Pride, or a tyrannous lust,<br>Cast from thee the crown of thy praise.<br>Mercy was thine in thy might;<br>Strong when thou wert, thou wert just;<br>Now, in the wrong-doing days,<br>Cleave thou, thou at least, to the right.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">How should one charge thee, how sway,<br>Save by the memories that were?<br>Not thy gold nor the strength of thy ships,<br>Nor the might of thine armies at bay,<br>Made thee, mother, most fair;<br>But a word from republican lips<br>Said in thy name in thy day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hast thou said it, and hast thou forgot?<br>Is thy praise in thine ears as a scoff?<br>Blood of men guiltless was shed,<br>Children, and souls without spot,<br>Shed, but in places far off;<br>Let slaughter no more be, said<br>Milton; and slaughter was not.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Was it not said of thee too,<br>Now, but now, by thy foes,<br>By the slaves that had slain their France,<br>And thee would slay as they slew -<br>&quot;Down with her walls that enclose<br>Freemen that eye us askance,<br>Fugitives, men that are true!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">This was thy praise or thy blame<br>From bondsman or freeman--to be<br>Pure from pollution of slaves,<br>Clean of their sins, and thy name<br>Bloodless, innocent, free;<br>Now if thou be not, thy waves<br>Wash not from off thee thy shame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Freeman he is not, but slave,<br>Whoso in fear for the State<br>Cries for surety of blood,<br>Help of gibbet and grave;<br>Neither is any land great<br>Whom, in her fear-stricken mood,<br>These things only can save.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lo, how fair from afar,<br>Taintless of tyranny, stands<br>Thy mighty daughter, for years<br>Who trod the winepress of war;<br>Shines with immaculate hands;<br>Slays not a foe, neither fears;<br>Stains not peace with a scar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Be not as tyrant or slave,<br>England; be not as these,<br>Thou that wert other than they.<br>Stretch out thine hand, but to save;<br>Put forth thy strength, and release;<br>Lest there arise, if thou slay,<br>Thy shame as a ghost from the grave.</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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Thou of the tyrannous crew,
The kingdoms fed upon blood,
O queen from of old of the seas,
England, art thou of them too
That drink of the poisonous flood,
That hide under poisonous trees?



Nay, thy name from of old,
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