<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342787" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fallen</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O, hadst thou died when thou wert great,<br>When at thy feet a nation knelt<br>To sob the gratitude it felt<br>And thank the Saviour of the State,<br>Gods might have envied thee thy fate!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then was the laurel round thy brow,<br>And friend and foe spoke praise of thee,<br>While all our hearts sang victory.<br>Alas! thou art too base to bow<br>To hide the shame that brands it now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ambrose+Bierce">Ambrose Bierce</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=342787" data-title="Fallen de Ambrose Bierce" data-description="O, hadst thou died when thou wert great, When at thy feet a nation knelt To sob the gratitude it felt And thank the Saviour of the State, Gods might have envied thee thy fate! Then was the laurel round thy brow, And friend and foe spoke praise of..."></div> </div> </div>

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