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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345783" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Chase</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Quick, fly to the covert, thou hunted of men!<br>For the bloodhounds are baying o'er mountain and glen;<br>The riders are mounted, the loose rein is given,<br>And curses of wrath are ascending to heaven.<br>O, speed to thy footsteps! for ruin and death,<br>Like the hurricane's rage, gather thick round thy path;<br>And the deep muttered curses grow loud and more loud,<br>As horse after horse swells the thundering crowd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Speed, speed, to thy footsteps! thy track has been found;<br>Now, <br>sport<br>for the <br>rider<br>, and <br>blood<br>for the <br>hound!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through brake and through forest the man-prey is driven;<br>O, help for the hopeless, thou merciful Heaven!<br>On! on to the mountain! they're baffled again,<br>And hope for the woe-stricken still may remain;<br>The fast-flagging steeds are all white with their foam,<br>The bloodhounds have turned from the chase to their home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Joy! joy to the wronged one! the haven he gains,<br>Escaped from his thraldom, and freed from his chains!<br>The heaven-stamped image-the God-given soul-<br>No more shall the spoiler at pleasure control.<br>O, shame to Columbia, that on her bright plains,<br>Man pines in his fetters, and curses his chains!<br>Shame! shame! that her star-spangled banner should wave<br>Where the lash is made red in the blood of the slave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sons of old Pilgrim Fathers! and are ye thus dumb?<br>Shall tyranny triumph, and freedom succumb?<br>While mothers are torn from their children apart,<br>And agony sunders the cords of the heart?<br>Shall the sons of those sires that once spurned the chain,<br>Turn bloodhounds to hunt and make captive again?<br>O, shame to your honor, and shame to your pride,<br>And shame on your memory ever abide!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Will not your old sires start up from the ground,<br>At the crack of the whip, and bay of the hound,<br>And shaking their skeleton hands in your face,<br>Curse the germs that produced such a miscreant race?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O, rouse ye for freedom, before on your path<br>Heaven pours without mixture the vials of wrath!<br>Loose every hard burden-break off every chain-<br>Restore to the bondman his freedom again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anonymous+Americas">Anonymous Americas</a><div class=q>
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For the bloodhounds are baying o'er mountain and glen;
The riders are mounted, the loose rein is given,
And curses of wrath are ascending to heaven.
O, speed to thy footsteps! for ruin and death,
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